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queenkaiju · 2 months

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🎵I have died in your arms tonight🎵

Angel of Death/Jason Todd AU

(Prev. Chapter)

All throughout the lecture Jason and Lea passed notes back and forth, like giggling teenagers in high school, and Jason was not embarrassed in the slightest. Who cares if he's blushing like a schoolboy, heart going a mile a minute just talking with a pretty girl? A pretty, smart girl, who laughed at his macabre jokes and made her own. Sue him. When the class finished, she smirked and passed him one last note, before slipping out the door. He was disappointed for a moment, before he realized what was on the small strip of paper. Her phone number.

(No, he did not do a little dance, you have no proof.)

He programmed the number into his phone, flip-flopping on the name. He eventually decided on just 'Lea'. He'd change it later, after their coffee date. Holy shit, he had a date! Take that, Dickface.

He quickly changed out of the plain getup he had on for sitting in the dim college classroom, and into something more presentable, yet still casual… a t-shirt and jeans would be fine, right? Across the room, on his nightstand, his phone dinged. It would have to be. She sent him the address for an overpriced little coffee shop on the Gotham U campus. Perfect.

He walked into the small cafe, noting the absence of a certain angel woman. So, he ordered his drink and sat in an easily visible booth, trying to keep his bat-paranoia in check. She wouldn't stand him up, would she? She seemed interested in class… what if it was an act?

The bell above the door rang and he looked up on instinct. His mind stopped in its tracks, frozen on the sight in front of him. Lea seemed to have had the same idea he did, now wearing something different than an hour before. Her oversized, black sweater came to her knees, over top of fishnets and Doc Martins. She had a pile of necklaces around her neck, and her braids were pulled back, revealing heavily pierced ears. The rare Gotham sunlight came in behind her, shrouding her in a halo of light.

She spotted him and smiled, only adding to the divine comparison in his head. "Just Jason!"

He chuckled a little, the sound dying in his throat as she approached. "You look beautiful." He blurted out, embarrassed but not dissuaded. "Like an angel."

Her eyes twinkled with mirth. "Why, thank you. You're not so bad yourself, handsome."

Yes, his face was on fire. So what? He cleared his throat. "So, what do you want to drink?"

Her face brightened, like a kid on Christmas. "Coffee. One of my siblings brought me some once and I've been dying to have it again." He raised an eyebrow, laughing a little. "Right."

She repeated her order to the barista at the counter, who looked at Lea with less amusement than Jason. The barista rolled her hand, beckoning Lea to continue. "Yes, but what do you want?"

Lea frowned, confused. "I want coffee. Jason, I'm speaking English, right?"

The barista's eyebrows shot into her hairline, and Jason muffled his laugh in his hand. He glanced down at Lea, expecting literally any other emotion to be present on her face. She was looking at him, concerned and confused, hand hovering over his back. Jason straightened up, turning back to the offended woman behind the counter. "She'll have a black coffee. Sorry about that." He slid a hundred to her and quickly walked Lea back to their table.

"What was that?" He asked, huffing a small laugh. She frowned (still looking gorgeous while doing so). "She was misunderstanding me, and I was worried I was speaking the wrong language."

Jason nodded, remembering some of Damian's moments like that. More often than not, it was insulting, but sometimes…

"English isn't your first language." He realized, looking on the encounter from moments prior differently. She shook her head. "No. Far from it actually."

"I get it. My little brother's first language isn't English either."

She looked at him with wide eyes. "You have siblings?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Hundreds of 'em." He joked. She blinded smiled at him. "Me too!"

"Older or younger?"

"Both." She groaned. "They're so annoying, and only one of them has visited me in thousands of years!" He's never heard that metaphor before. Maybe a phrase in her language? "Can't relate. I wish mine would just leave me alone."

She looked at him with sad eyes, looking ages older than she actually was (then again, so did he sometimes). "No, you don't." He blinked at the tone shift, but the moment was ruined by the barista calling Lea's coffee order. He got up and grabbed the cup, coming back to her looking herself again. "Here." He handed her the drink and she stared at it with hearts in her eyes (no, he was not jealous of a coffee cup, that's ridiculous).

She took a sip and her face scrunched up, looking like Tim when Jason managed to catch him in a sleep-deprived state and trick him into biting a lemon. "Ugh! What is that?!"

He stifled a laugh, disguising it as a cough. "Coffee." She shook her head, glaring at the cardboard cup like it had personally offended her. "No, coffee is delicious. That is infernal." She growled.

He let himself laugh this time, offering her his cooling cup. "Why don't you try this?"

She peered into it warily, comparing the contents of both. "They look the same…" She glanced at him, and slowly brought the drink to her lips. She took a sip and her eyes widened, sips turning into gulps. She tipped back the whole cup, impressing Jason.

When she brought it away from her mouth, she wasn't even panting, licking her lips. "That was better. Not quite what Gabriel brought, but definitely better than," She glared at her own cup, "that."

Jason leaned back in his seat, amused by her reaction. "If you think that's good, wait 'til you try it with chocolate."

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#so many words #batman fanfiction #batman #jason todd #angel of death #Angel of Death/Jason Todd #college student jason todd #coffee date #anyone who drinks plain black coffee for the taste is psychotic #tags suck

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invadernurse · 4 months

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Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 16

Chapter 16: Reality is Subjective

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

Chapter One |Master post |Ao3

**Several minutes earlier**

"Are we going to talk about the fact you called my dad and Mx. Nemo 'my tallest?'" Dib asked, an impish grin on his face as he followed Zim, who had long let go of his hand.

"No!" Zim hissed. "As far as I'm concerned, it never happened!"

"But you did."

"I did not!"

"I was right there, Zim. You totally called them your Tallest."

"The mighty Zim makes no mistakes!" Zim suddenly stopped and spun to face Dib, his eyes narrowed at Dib's delighted expression. "Foolish Dib-stink! You think I, the mighty Zim, would lower himself to call those two meat-bags my Tallest? That I would find them intelligent and honorable enough to think of them that highly?!"

Dib didn't even waiver for a second. "You must, because that is definitely what you called them."

Zim snarled, and Dib quickly realized he might have pushed the alien a little too far. Before he could act, Zim pounced at him, tackling the boy to the ground.

"Zim! No! Get off!"

"Not until you admit defeat, Dib-stink!"

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing!" Dib defended, both verbally and physically as they wrestled each other, completely ignorant of the looks they were drawing. "My dad is the smartest human on Earth right now! And Mx Nemo's the first adult to treat us like actual people!"

"Your paternal unit doesn't even acknowledge that alien life exists, and Mx Nemo can hardly understand your primitive computer system!"

"I'm not saying they're perfect! I'm just saying I can understand why you see them as higher authorities! They treat you a lot better than your old Tallest did!"

Zim went still, sliding off of Dib and sitting despondently on the ground. Dib took the opportunity to sit up, brushing the dust off his black coat as he warily watched Zim for a few moments.

"I-I don't really mean to make fun of it," Dib admitted after a moment. "I mean, I have nothing but respect for both of them, obviously. And I guess I'm kind of…happy? Excited? That you feel the same. Because it means we aren't enemies anymore. We're friends now, right?"

"Irkens don't have friends," Zim responded, more out of reflex than anything. The despondency in expression faded, replaced with something akin to embarrassment. "But…we are partners. Allies."

Dib figured it was as close as he was going to get, and a lot more than he ever believed possible. Hell, if someone told him he was going to be friends with Zim just a few months ago, he would have called them crazy.

"Ah ha, you two must be the students from inter-city middle skool!"

Zim and Dib looked up at a…person. Both Zim and Dib narrowed their eyes at the man that looked like something far too large stuffed inside a suit made to look vaguely humanesque.

"I think that's actually worse than your human suit on peace day."

"Hey, cut me some slack! I had less than twelve of your earth hours to plan that!"

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No. No no no. You couldn't be stuck.

"Mx Nemo?" You could hear the professor, but couldn't respond. Not as the anxiety and panic gripped at you. You weren't usually claustrophobic but the bright blinding whiteness and cramped space as you tucked in closely to Professor Membrane's large frame, and your fears jumped at the chance to consume you.

"Mx Nemo." Large, firm hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you somewhat. You stared up at him, able to see his eyes clearly through his goggles, dark eyebrows knitted in concern. "I am sincerely sorry, I realize now that was a very bad joke."

Joke. It was a joke. You slumped against him in relief, not thinking as you punched him half heartedly in the chest--his shoulder too far for your to reach. "You had me for a moment there," you admitted.

His hands still gripped your shoulder, though not quite as tightly. "Humor is not exactly one of my stronger skills," he explained rathwr weakly, which was odd coming from him.

"I'm going to get you a book of dad jokes," you joked weakly in return, still leaning against him as your heart slowly returning to normal. "Or-or science jokes. Something."

"I really am sorry."

You shook your head, looking up at him. "It's okay. But let's focus on finding the boys."

He tightened his grip for a moment before letting go. He turned, focusing on the blank wall, confusing you as he held his hand against the wall, but looking intently at his phone's display. But instead of asking, you kept silent and watched as he moved his hand along the seamless wall slowly.

Did he have some kind of tech in his glove? Considering who he was, your guess was that it was far more advanced than the shoulder-length rubber glove it looked like. It probably was able to scan all sorts of things.

"There's too much interference," Professor Membrane growled to himself, stuffing his phone away. You despaired for a moment, maybe he hadn't been joking after all, when he pulled the glove off his arm.

Oh. Oh.

Your silence becamed stunned at his prosthetic arm. The intricate finger joints moved silently and fluidly as he searched the panel. There was a small blip of green light against the white, and the panels slid apart the reveal an electrical panel.

"Well aren't you a beauty. Look at this work, Mx Nemo. Someone put a lot of time and care into wiring this. But…" The Professor's tone shifted for awe into dubious. "These flux capacitors are overkill for a simple elevator. The energy transmitting through these rival that of Membrane Labs. Why would a convention center need this kind of energy?"

"What did our boys get into this time?" You swore softly. This was not what you had imagined when you realized the pair had wandered off. Unfortunately, it was right up their alley nevertheless.

You missed Professor Membrane's glance at your (unintentional) choice of words. "They'll be fine," he tried to assure. "Between their intelligence and tenacity, I estimate that the chances of them being grievously harmed is less than twenty-five percent."

Those were good odds, right? You tried to convince yourself it was, but that fear and worry continued to gnaw at your stomach.

Thankfully, before you could worry to much, the doors opened, revealing another long hallway, the same bright white walls lining the hallway. Professor Membrane led the way, his phone still blinking with Dib's location.

The place was a maze, with the hallways twisting and turning, each one looking the same. You would have been lost a thousand times over.

After a few twists and turns, you could hear someone speaking in a forign language, only for Zim's unmistakable laughter to abruptly interrupt.

"You idiots! You dare try to intimidate the mighty Zim?! Ha! I'm Irken's greatest invader! Bow and tremble in fear! Tremble!"

There was more chattering as you and Professor Membrane tried to hurry. He was quickly outpacing you with those long legs of his, virtually forcing you into a run.

Whatever you expected, it wasn't Professor Membrane suddenly stopping and subsequently crashing into his back. "Well, that is...quite unexpected."

You peeked around him and paled at the aight.

Were those...koalas? Six feet tall, fuzzy grey and white with large eyes that stared directly back at you. You numbly noted the futuristic armour protecting their chest and limbs as they briefly raised on their back legs and bared their teeth in a snarl.

Koalas...did not have sharp spiky teeth. Nor were they as tall as you were. Or decked out with weapons.

"Dad! Mx. Nemo!" Dib's voice cut through your astonishment. Relief swept briefly through you as you affrimed that both boys seemed unharmed.

Then the not-koalas roared something that sounded like a foreign language towards Dib and Zim. The not-Koalas pointed weapons at both the children as well as you and Professor Membrane.

"You dare call the might Zim a liar?!" Zim spat back while Dib paled slightly. Mechanical spider-like appendages unfolded from Zim's backpack, two supporting the boy into the air while the points of the other two sizzled with red electricity. "You dare threaten the mighty Zim's Tallest?!"

"Boys!" You shouted, moving towards them only to have the Professor shove you behind him, his gloves virtually disintegrating, revealing both arms were robotic prosthetics, and vibrating with white energy.

"Children, get behind me." Membrane commanded firmly.

Zim hissed, "Invaders do not hide! We destroy those before us!"

"You're not an invader anymore!" Dib argued. "You're one of us now!" Zim's response was just a sibilant hiss.

"I am so confused," you admitted from behind Membrane, peering behind him. Space Koalas. Robotic arms and spider limbs.

"I think we must be having a relapsing hallucination from memebraclets." Membrane admitted, though he sounded really doubtful.

"Yeah, I still doubt that was the real story," you said distractedly. "I never had one or was around it, and I still remember everything too clearly."

"Well, with the only other explanation would be that were actually intelligent life, and we went through multiple wormholes and possibly even a blackhole. Which is scientifically impossible."

"Aliens are real, dad!" Dib interjected loudly, gesturing to the non-koalas. "This is real! Not a crazy dream! They are here to abduct the smartest, most imaginative children to use as computers!"

"Their disgusting habits are known through the galaxy," Zim spat. "They deserve to be obliterated from exsistance."

"We were trying to convince them to leave peacefully." Dib stressed.

You were so confused. You had started looking for them expecting they had wandered off exploring or getting into trouble.

But. Aliens. So absolutely alien. The implications that this summer was real. The red sky with planets hanging heavy in the sky. The alien ships. The endless void of a black hole.

Feeling like you were being ripped apart atom by atom and compressed into an infinitely small point at the same time.

"It was real?" You whispered.

"No. No, it couldn't be real," Professor Membrane stated firmly, shaking his head. "This can't be real. It's scientifically impossible. We would have seen signs, discovered radio signals, something." There was a desperate denial in his tone as Membrane clenched his fists.

The alien-koalas made a noise that sounded like a laugh, interspersed with guttural clicks and growls. Zim snickered while Dib protested. "What?! Are you serious? All of that was a joke? You've been purposely avoiding humans?!"

"Well, to the intelligent beings of this quadrant, you aren't exactly that sharp. Playing with lesser beings is quite amusing," Zim chimed with a snicker, only adding to the confusion.

Dib had accused him at first of being an alien… but surelt not. Surely not. "No. No way." You hadn't befriended and taught an alien for that several months.

Yet it was making so much sense. The advanced knowledge, being abandoned. The technology. Dib was the son of the world's most intelligent man, but Zim…

Or was this actually a dream and that's why it was making sense? It felt so real, but didn't all dreams? You were so confused and torn, and you had the feeling Membrane next to you was just as lost judging by his stiff posture and heavy silence.

Just...just focus on what was important, and leave all those questions for later. Whether it was a dream or not, you had to focus on the here and now and worry about the implications afterwards.

"Leave them alone," you commanded with more bravery than you felt as you stepped forward, away from the protective form of Professor Membrane. You heard him whisper your name, quiet enough you were sure that it was an unintentional slip. You squared your shoulders and glared with as much authority as you could muster. "You leave those boys alone and leave this planet."

The alien-koalas growled, clicking their teeth.

"You dare threaten my Tallest!" Zim hissed, the energy at the end of his mech-spider legs flaring and threatening to fire. "You dare threaten the mighty Mx. Nemo?"

"Hallucination or not, I cannot allow harm to come to my son, his friend, or Mx. Nemo."

There was something encouraging about being flanked by a tall, broad-shouldered scientist with two mechanical arms whirring as they powered up, and a possible alien with lasers. Dib seemed to feel the same as he stepped between you and his father, looking rather stern faced as well.

Except, instead of being threatened, the alien-koalas just chittered, a mocking kind of chittering that set your nerves on edge.

The place erupted into laser fire. There was no time to think, only react. You grabbed Dib and pulled him behind the sturdy frame of his father, protecting him as best as you could. Sparks and fires erupted as energy blasts landed all around the control room.

"Get out of here!" Professor Membrane shouted. The way you came was clear, so you dragged Dib with you towards the corridor.

"Zim! Come on!" You and Dib shouted once you reached to safety of the corridor.

"Invaders don't run away!" He snarled back, zapping the control panel which burst with a shower of sparks.

"You're not an Invader, you're my student!"

That made Zim pause, and it was all the Professor needed. He fired a shot rather reminiscent of an anime character before grabbing one of Zim's robotic legs and yanked the boy off balance and towards the corridor. He tumbled, the legs retreating into his pak, and before he recovered, you plucked him off the ground, holding him as if he was half his (assumed???) age as you ran down the hall, barely aware of where you were going. All you cared about was getting away from the cacophony of explosions and making sure Dib was keeping up beside you.

Shortly, however, he too was scooped up as Professor Membrane caught up with you. "This way!" He commanded, turning a corner. "Their systems are more volatile than anticipated."

"It's possible we may have activated the self-destruct," Zim said, holding on to you while looking behind. "Or that they did, realizing they had been defeated by the mighty Zim!"

"Not sure we won this one," Dib chimed. You were inclined to agree with him, but it was taking all you have to keep with the Professor's pace while carrying Zim. Your legs and lungs burned, but you kept pushing yourself harder.

Thankfully, there was another corner and the elevator appeared. Or at least an elevator. You all but collapsed against the wall while Membrane jammed the call button.

Except the doors opened to reveal a void instead of the blinding white elevator from before. "Where's the elevator?"

"Not above us," was Professor's answer as he peered into the darkness. "And neither can I detect it below us. I'm not sure if I possess enough power to carry all of us out…"

"Get the boys out," was your automatic response. Especially as you could both hear and feel explosions and fire creeping closer. You tried not to think of what was going to happen to you, and focused on the students safety. The innocent people above. "Just--get them out. Evacuate the building."

Professor Membrane looked back at you, managing to convey his concern. "I find myself wanting to reject that idea despite the fact it's logical."

"We are not leaving you," Dib agreed with his father.

"You humans are disgustingly stupid sometimes," Zim growled as he extended his spiderlegs once more and grabbed Dib. "I trust you can at least carry Mx. Nemo?"

"I-I'm not sure about this," Dib panicked, but Zim neither gave him nor Professor Membrane time to say anything before jumping into the void, the spindly robotic legs quivering as they caught both his and Dib's weight before skittering upwards like a true spider.

"This hallucination is stranger than the last."

"God, I hope this is a crazy dream," you agreed before another explosion drew closer. This felt so real that you didn't have the courage to test out that theory.

Yet, at the same time, you weren't sure what Professor Membrane's plan was, and you were too nervous to ask.

"Right dream or not," Professor turned towards you, arms open. "Shall we?"

"Er…" was your very eloquent response as you stepped closer.

"I haven't carried anyone besides my children, so I do apologize in advance," was his response before suddenly lifting you up, one hand bracing your back and the other beneath your knees as he held you close.

Your squeak turned into a scream as he stepped into the elevator shaft, dropping sharply. There was a click and suddenly you were shooting upwards. All you could do was clutch to Professor Membrane's neck and bury your head into his shoulder, barely aware of him gripping you a little tighter in response.

After what felt like forever, the ascent slowed. You looked up and saw the faint light shining from the elevator doors that had been forcibly pried open. Emergency lights strobed, the sirens overwhelmed as by yelling and screaming in the Expo building as people hurried for the exits.

Professor Membrane set you down, though his hand quickly grasped yours as you both made your way towards where the boys were. They were hard to miss, considering Zim’s mad cackle and the Rover drove circles around them, fire erupting from one of his robotic arms.

“Really?” you panted as you reached the pair, gasping for breath. Rover stopped, the fire cutting off quickly. You weren’t even sure who your exclamation was pointed at, but Dib only gave a half hearted shrug as patted the Rover on its head.

“We didn’t know how else to evacuate everyone. They were all standing around even after we pulled the fire alarm.”

“Now they run in fear of the mighty Zim! And Dib!” Zim was quick to tack on as soon as the other boy glanced at him.

“I think this conversation would best be continued outside,” Professor Membrane interrupted before Dib could respond. The phone that had tracked Dib was now emitting a shrill alarm of its own. “This structure is highly likely to collapse from the impending seismic activity.”

The ground rumbled beneath your feet, faint at first but quickly growing until you were having to hold on to Professor Membrange to keep from falling over.

“Run!”

Dust and debris rained down as you tried to navigate your way out of the expo center, through the maze of long abandoned science projects. IF it wasn;t for the fact Professor hadn’t let go of your hand as he more or less dragged you behind him, you were sure you would have gotten lost. Though, you could faintly make out the light flashing off Zim’s robotic spider legs as he raced over the displays, and the Rover, carrying Dib, weaving through the tables like it was nothing.

The doors opened to a sunny afternoon, yet the chaos had spread outside. People were scattering everywhere, panicked screams and crying filling the air. The tremors were becoming noticible further and further away from the building, to the points cracks were forming in the pavement under your feet.

A large one in particular formed that Professor Membrane just easily strided over with his long legs, but instinct quickly stopped you in your tracks as it screamed you wouldn't make it. Your hand slipped from his and you slid to a stop, harshly landing on you butt.

The crack just kept growing larger and larger, steam, or maybe it was smoke, escaping with a hiss.

"Mx. Nemo!" All three boys called out, having quickly noted your absence. They were moments away from taking the leap themselves. That was all the encouragement you needed. You backed up a few steps before rushing forward and jumping over the gap.

And, as you feared, you didn't make it. You felt yourself fall before you could reach the other edge, just shy of brushing the jagged rock. Below you could feel heat rise from whatever was exploding below to cause the mock-earthquake.

Several somethings grabbed you from mid air, yanking you up and slamming you against the concrete on the other side before you could scream.

You blinked as Zim's spider legs retreated and the three looked down at you. "Ow."

#invader zim #professor membrane #enter the florpus #dib membrane #catching flies #invaderzim #catching flies fic #invader zim zadf #professor membrane x reader #invader zim fic

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7grandmel · 3 months

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Todays rip: 03/02/2024

Take You To The Desert

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips Volume A

Ripped by Chaze the Chat

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Hi, so, uh, full disclaimer - I HAD a post almost done and ready to go for today (or TONIGHT, rather), but then I got very distracted by watching the amazing YouTube premiere of the MAGFest Rave, had the fucking time of my life screaming my head off in the SiIvaGunner Discord, and now I've suddenly been informed that I've almost missed Sean Kingston's birthday! Sean Kingston! You know the guy - from Crazy Noisy Beautiful Girls, from Beautiful! ~ Curveball of Sean Kingston, from the 11th episode of the SiIvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis? Yet for all that I've talked about him in those two posts, it still kind of feels like I've only barely scratched the surface - and with the scoops I only just got from SiIvaCord, I felt basically forced to properly honor Kingston's legacy today.

Before his unfortunate and absolutely-real-no-kidding Jetski accident, Sean Kingston made waves in the late 2000s with his breakout single Beautiful Girls - the kind of song that you only SOMEWHAT become annoyed by from its overexposure on the radio. After team member turdl3 of Hoopache fame singled it out as his number-one most disliked pop song of the 2000s, the SiIvaGunner team did what they did best and decided to turn that distaste into a running joke, posting more and more Kingston as part of the bit - before it reached Chaze the Chat's ears.

I can't help but assume that there was some sort of neural overlap across ´his prior obsession with Maroon 5 and Sean Kingston, but Chaze the Chat reportedly wound becoming absolutely obsessed with posting about the song and its various follow-ups. Did you know he made three separate mashup albums dedicated to shitposting about the guy?

Its something I've talked about in many Maroon 5-themed posts on here such as Sunday Morning, but even when I'm not able to be in on the joke there's just something so endearing about seeing rips be made out of such strangely specific yet evidently passionate interests - which, in turn, brings us to Season 3's Sean Kingston Day, and Take You To The Desert. Turdl3 was reportedly not alone in disliking Beautiful Girls, and the song had effectively no presence on SiIvaGunner whatsoever in its first two years of running - yet somehow, Sean Kingston Day got to occur, and the sheer shock of it all has stuck with me since even back when. It wasn't something absurdly random like Chain of Memories II Day back with Simple and Clean (Psi Mix), nor was it seemingly part of any ongoing lore developments, nor did it feel like a long-running joke on the channel that I'd simply failed to be invited to - everyone else in the YouTube comments were just as befuddled as I was as to what led to the sudden takeover. Hell, I hadn't even *heard* Beautiful Girls until that day!

And yet, I fucking loved it.

From an honest point of view, Take You To The Desert is a pretty simple mashup between two already-good songs. Yet with all that context of Sean Kingston's presence on the channel, his development as a borderline forced inside joke and sudden takeover for a day, and most importantly Chaze the Chat's bizarre affection for the guy, it turns into something more. Just the simple fact alone that the rip uses Take You There rather than his prior discussed debut single kind of speaks volume to how deep in the trenches Chaze the Chat was in regards to this event - an event that, really, he was the main driving force behind even getting done to begin with. And though it caught us all of guard, I do believe there were many viewers just like me back then - who through the repeated exposure of the day became unironic Sean Kingston enjoyers. And hey - Beautiful! ~ Curveball of Sean Kingston is only one of the many dozens of rips made since Sean Kingston day to continue upholding the Kingston legacy, even as the hype around the in-joke as completely passed

Bizarre, catchy, ironic, unironic, Jetski driver or pop sensation - Sean Kingston is many things, yet for the six years I've known of his existence I've never been able to see him as anything but a SiIvaGunner joke. But when its one that Chaze the Chat believed in so fucking hard, one that gave us absolute bangers like Take You To The Desert, I can't find it in me to see that as a bad thing. Because with or without prior knowledge, the passion of those who ripped his music showed me why it was worth caring about.

Happy Birthday, Sean Kingston.

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sgt-scottymoreau · 3 months

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Cherry on Top

Summary: I don't really have a summary for this one lol This is just how this AU start, how it all it came to be.

Warning: None

Words: 1.3k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Alright, I finally feel like I can post this AU! Remember kids, this is an AU for funsies because why the heck not! Also yes Ghost/Soap is a thing in it, but doesn't happen till later fics. Went into a subtle slow burn with them.

It was the jokes, the brushing hands, the closeness of training; all the small things that both her and Ghost saw coming a mile away. Scotty for being at the center of all and Ghost for his keen eyes. She always swore that Soap was nothing more than a best friend, a very close friend. But Ghost saw how she gravitated around him and how he did the same. He should have been jealous maybe, but he honestly did not mind. If there was any he trusted enough and would be willing to share her with, it was definitely Soap.

Fun part was that Soap either decided to ignore what was going on or was completely oblivious. Meanwhile Scotty felt her feelings slowly change to the point she was scared and unsure of everything.

Laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling, she tried to make sense of it. Ghost was on his phone mindlessly reading the news or answering messages. "Simon?" She said in a sheepish voice. He turned his head to look at her. "I… I…" Where to even begin! She was sweating, her heartbeat pumping blood as fast as if she was in a death or life situation. This was even more stressful than her first day with the 141. She fidgeted with the bedsheet, her throat getting tighter at every breath.

"It's about Soap?" Ghost dropped with his usual unfazed tone. This took her by surprise. She stopped breathing for a second, before her brain worked again after a quick reset.

"W-what do you mean?" Ghost smiled when hle heard the nervousness in her voice. He gave her the I-know-what-is-going-on look.

"Only a blind person wouldn't see what is going on… Although that would probably mean most of the base, even Garrick and Price."

"It's that obvious?" Her cheeks turned hot pink.

"To the person who knows you the most, yes. So what are you gonna do about it? What do you want to ask?"

Scotty didn't know if she should take his words as a good or bad thing. This was not the reaction she expected from him. He was acting so casually about it. And that was the thing about Ghost; his calmness was often the scariest emotion. "Simon, I love you ok? That is the thing I want to make clear in the first place. It's you that I love the most and nothing will ever change this. Only death would!"

"I know, love. But you fancy Johnny too, am I right?" Scotty nodded silently, her face burning. Ghost pulled her closer to him. She had her defeated eyes, the ones when she felt like she was about to screw up big time. "Let's give it a shot then."

"Wait what? You… you are ok with this?"

"In any case I know I keep you." He kissed her on the head. "If it was anyone else, I might have no be so open. But we are talking about Soap. You two are complete dorks that would fit well together. To my demise."

She laughed. "Simon, I won't try or do anything unless I'm sure you are ok with this. That's all I need to know, with clear words. If you are not… please let's pretend all of this never happened."

"I'm good. As long as you are happy… and because I know I'll always be your favorite."

The next day, the three of them were at the gym doing their daily routines. Soap was completely unaware of what was coming to him. Mostly because they both kept acting like normal around him. At last from Ghost he did not see a single hint of difference. Ghost didn’t have to be different around him, he was not the one about to confess. Scotty was a master at keeping her feelings in check so she was able to hold it together till now. Soap asked her to help her while he would be doing some sit ups. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Scotty held his feet down while he pushed himself up. They kept joking around on the first 10 rep, till she felt her throat dry up. His groans every time he would reach the top and the relief of laying back down. As if she needed more reason to fortify her feelings. “Fuck…” Scotty breathed.

Maybe a little too loud. “What’s the matter?” Soap asked, not stopping his exercises.

“Nothing!”

“Then why the red face, sweetheart?” He laughed. Soap always used this nickname to tease, it was normal. However, right now, it did not have the same effect. Her embarrassment grew so big, she wondered if someone just turned the heat to max or it was her…. Definitely her obviously. If it was even possible, she would be steaming by now. Her hands had moved unconsciously to his ankles and her fingernails dug into his skin through the socks. “Hey watch it Scotty!”

Soap yanked one of his legs out as he was back on the ground. He pushed himself back, sitting in a relaxed position. “Are you sure everything is alright?”

For fuck sake, Scotty was an adult, so why did it felt like she was back to her high school year, incapable to say anything to her crush? Well in retrospect, she didn’t do better with Ghost either. The difference is that with Ghost everything sort of unfolded towards something. With Soap, she had to be direct. She took a deep breath to collect herself. “I love you Johnny.”

Finally it was out. As expected, Soap looked at her with big eyes taken aback by this. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His head turned to Ghost who was just done with his run on the treadmill. Their eyes caught each other. The sergeant didn’t know if he should run and hoped to not die or… “You what now?” Is all Soap could say. He was at a loss of words. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Ghost getting dangerously closer.

“You hear me right Soap. I said I love you.” They sat there in the middle of the gym, not saying a word, till Ghost cleared his throat. Soap jumped back.

“Woah woah, I thought you and Lt were a thing? Did I miss something or what?” Soap panicked. He stood up quickly ready to run at any opportunity.

Scotty pushed herself up. “Yes. We are still very much together, nothing has changed.”

“She just wants to add you to the mess we are.” Ghost grinned under his mask. Soap stared at him. He was good with this? What kind of world was he living in?

“Is this a joke? Stop shitting me you two.”

“We are not.” Ghost’s tone was calm which made him understand that yes they were deadly serious about this. He gulped. Of course Soap always found Scotty good looking and, if it hadn’t been her choosing Ghost a while ago, he may or may not have tried his chance. Then again, he always thought that some of these feelings were just him really caring about her, like a good friend would. He could turn her down out of respect for both, but that would make things awkward right? Would it be even more awkward than now anyway? Perhaps he could give it a try. If it doesn't work out then so be it.

Soap grabbed Ghost by a shoulder with a slap. “If he is good with this, sure, let's give it a try. You know I just don’t want to die.”

“I would only kill if you break her heart.”

“Roger that, lieutenant. Well, better not let Price find this out. Make it look like Scotty is collecting the 141 like medals.” They all laughed.

"I see it more, Ghost is the sundae, the tasty best part and you are the cherry on top. The little extra that makes everything tastier."

Soap laughed at the comparison while Ghost facepalmed with a groan. "Very smooth, Scotty…" Ghost said.

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #oc:camille scotty moreau #cherry on top au #ghost x scotty x soap

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spicyveggiesub · 1 year

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An analysis of official translations from JP into EN, KR, TW for two difficult to translate Siegfeld JHS Starira comics

as it says on the title, focusing on comparing and contrasting. long post, unsolicited term documentation, etc we have fun

^ just me being silly

#1: Minku hanging from a horizontal bar saying something silly while Shiro watches

for comparison's sake tried to be as literal as i could. honestly the differences between the onomatopoeia for minku dangling and what adjective shiro uses are incredibly negligible, but i tried to exaggerate how the nuances feel to me. might be wrong. doesn't matter

Shiro: A strange creature... *dangle* Minku: "Frau Pl-hanging around-tin"... Just kidding✩

the meat of the joke that makes it hard to translate is minku is going puraaaaan = onomatopoeia for dangling idly, and this gets put into Frau Platin (puratin) in the middle to make Frau Purāntin. doesn't work well for puns in other languages (i do love the tl by TsuNaMy_WaVe that says Frauplatin-side down don't think i could come up w something better)

Shiro: What a strange kid... *swing* Minku: "Frau Planking" Heh heh✩

girl you are not planking but all the more power to you. redefine what it means to plank in 2022. I think someone on the en localization team was like "shiro can't call minku a creature bc someone might get offended" and like 😭 ok i guess but this is creacher erasure

Shiro: A fascinating creature... *dangle* Minku: This right here is "Frau Platin~" Heheh✩

disappointed with this one they gave up on any sort of insertion. minku's barely even making a joke in this one so in some ways it makes her even stranger bc she's just saying things. you're frau platin bc you're hanging from a bar?

Shiro: An unimaginable creature... *sway~* Minku: "Frau Horizontal Bar Platin"... Just making a joke✩

so the tw translation of "frau platin" puts the platin part first and frau part after: 白金皇君 bai jin huang jun = platinum emperor mr./sir/etc they put horizontal bar after the platinum and before the Emperor +title part so it's like. the emperor of platinum and ALSO the horizontal bar ?? 😭 funny way to reverse translate this translation while screwing it up even more would be "Frau Platin-um Bar" or something

#2: Stella failing at tsukkomi

Stella: I want to say "nandeyanen" (why the hell), so say something boke-like! Shiro: Isn't saying that more boke-like? Ryoko: Ahaha...

this joke is about stella not knowing much about manzai bc she's not from japan and wanting to be the tsukkomi sooo bad even though she's fundamentally NOT. not enough space to pack this info in a tl without confusing people who don't know anything about manzai—you would at least have to have some sort of t/n about What this is about like "Stella is trying Japanese manzai comedy" and i doubt they wanted to commit to that.

(alt bc i love to verbify: Stella: I want to say "nandeyanen" (why the hell), so try boke-ing for me! Shiro: Aren't you the one boke-ing by saying that? Ryoko: Ahaha...)

Stella: Try and say something stupid so that I can be surprised! Shiro: You're already doing it... Ryoko: Hah hah...

surprised ... perhaps not intentional but it really captures stella's innocence because WTF ARE YOU SAYING = surprised sure is a way to put it.

Stella: I want to cut you off, so say something goofy! Shiro: That's the goofiest thing one could say, though? Ryoko: Ahaha...

first of all love how in this one shiro accuses her of saying the goofiest thing ever. second thing: rabbit hole time, sorry.

so what was used in place of "saying nandeyanen" is 딴죽 걸다 (ddanjuk geolda). the etymology is 딴 (ddan) from 다른 (dareun) meaning different, and 족 (jok, from 足) meaning foot which became 죽 (juk). 딴죽 (ddanjuk) is a move in ssireum and taekkyeon where one person kicks their opponent's calf and trips them so they fall.

from this, the phrase eventually came to generally mean interfering with something. in 1998, the online newspaper called 딴지일보 (Ddanzi Ilbo) was founded and through this website the term 딴지 (ddanji), which was a non-standard variant of ddanjuk, eventually became the more popular term. they were (and are sometimes still) used interchangeably, but afaik ddanji is way more common.

in 2014, ddanji was officially acknowledged as a standard term with a slightly different meaning from ddanjuk. when ddanji is used, it means to actively get in the way of something, and when ddanjuk is used, it means to do/say something different from what was originally planned (ie changing plans, backing out, breaking a promise).

however, it's still kind of used interchangeably and some people may still think that only ddanjuk is the "correct" term; on the namuwiki page for ddanjuk (where ddanji just gets a cursory mention) it says it is often used when translating "tsukkomi" (verb) from japanese, but i would argue that ddanji is probably the more accurate and common translation, at least now.

Stella: I want to complain and say "what the hell~", so how about you play stupid for a sec! Shiro: Aren't you already playing stupid? Ryoko: Haha...

less intensive rabbit hole: "what the hell" in chinese here is 什么鬼 (shen me gui) which literally means what kind of [ghost/monster/etc=strange] is that?? it's originally from southern chinese dialect, where the standard versions would be 搞(的)什么鬼 (gao (de) shen me gui, what strange thing are you doing) or 什么鬼东西 (shen me gui dong xi, what strange thing is that).

a term used as a retort, it became very popular after being used in the online show Baozou Big News Events and is now widely used for expressing curiosity as well

by the way, Ddanzi Ilbo and Baozou Big News Events are both like, web content that do/did a lot of political/news satire isn't that such a funny coincidence? i'll conclude by saying my funy slang ver at the top is unfortunately too recent and too not political satire media influenced to hang out with those 2 but alas.

#revue starlight #siegfeld jhs #translation #idk lol . i think i'm learning that i need to get really into documenting shit on wiktionary instead of a pointless blog for myself #love cosplaying as a linguistics enthusiast all i do is google #sorry for lack of sources we ball you can google things too #stupid analysis

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hewo!!! is me again!!! wantd t show u m newes plushy!!!!!! a kid in my tech theatr class gots him for me!!!!!!! i call him knackles becuz is inside jok betwen me n my best friend :3

drew him to!!!

oki byebye!!!

hey, kiddo! And oh my goodness, that is a really cute plushie, knackles certainly suits him (i love when things are named inside jokes!). And that's a very well done drawing, good job! Goes right on my metaphorical fridge :)

#parental figure #parental caretaker #comfort #agere caregiver #agere #age dreaming #sfw agere #age regression #asks

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I love the idea of Isabela and friends taking Mirabel out like some friend maybe the the one who figured out what Mirabel was saying and made the joke (I'm gonna call her Mari short for Maria in honor of Maria Theresa and our habsburgs tangent) so Mari goes to Isabela and tells her "So we want to go do something Friday night I heard you should finish up a lot of your work by than want to tag alone?" and Isabela is like "Sure" but than realizes she has to watch Mirabel and goes "I can't I have to take care of Mirabel" and Mari "Bring your girlfriend with us we won't go anywhere that she can't go or dangerous for kids like her" They make jokes like this to Isa all the time Isabela but not Mirabel since they heard about it from Mari's sibling who goes to school with Mirabel and they think it's like Mirabel trying to be cool in front of her friends like she has a hot older girlfriend and since being a teen is hard enough don't mock her for it but Isa isn't a teen she's part of the friend group and they don't realize how uncomfortable this is make it and Isa won't tell them to stop but pretends to laugh along since what if she protests to much won't it look suspicious as hell another friend when talking about who they were attracted to accidentally said the name of like an 80 year old professor instead of similarly named hot guy he actually liked and they teased them for ages after that even Isa and they never protested so it would look weird if Isabela protested. And Isabela can't say no and make up a readon why since Mirabel is around enough that she would find out if Isa said no and made up and excuse and tell them and it would Mirabel insufferable so she says yes they all go out to celebrate I don't some major thing being done like tests or project and they have a great time minus Isabela who is feeling age related guilt and incest guilt and when they get back to the car Mirabel is exhausted that she falls asleep on Isabela shoulder or lap since big sister make her feel safe and the friends joke and are gushing over her since Mirabel is cute and out cold so she won't her and Isabela finally hits a breaking point and goes please stop saying those things and they all go very quite and are freaked out like this was a joke but she is acting so like defeated were this jokes bothering her and when didn't realize it, is Mirabel safe with Isabela, is Isabela safe with Mirabel are either safe with each other should they forget those jokes ever happened should they tell anyone like the police since what they are worried about are serious crimes Isa may have done or had done to her. The drive back is unnaturally quite and once they get home and Isabela half walks and half carries Mirabel to her room they atart to talk about what they should do.

-RM

ohh isa angst isa angst >:3c I mean I'm sure it can be brushed off as the joke being too much, which it is, I mean I too would get super mad if my friends joked like that about me and my sister, so I'm sure they wouldn't think it's anything weird unless they already saw something going on. I imagine they'd apologize at some point later, and from what I'm reading so far it sounds like Isabela mostly feels... intimidated and disturbed by these jokes, but not angry exactly, and, I mean, both reactions are normal, and we all know Isabela is canonically submissive and breedable not the most confrontational person ever, though one of them may go "hey Isa, everything ok? You don't look alright, what's wrong?" and depending on how she handles it she may or may not incite more suspicion or convince them to drop it, though even if she has the most sus reaction possible, I still imagine they'd assume she's been abused in the past before they assume she wants to bang her kid sister, you know, because she's their friend, they care about her, they want to have the most charitable interpretation of her behavior possible.

Though it would be interesting if one of them was like "heyyy it was just jok ;-; we know you don't like your baby sis, or babies or sis' separatedly for that matter". AND THEN SHE LOOKS AT THEM WITH THE MOST HEARTBROKEN KICKED PUPPY LOOK IN HER EYES, and they go "...holy shit fuck".

#madrigalcest #shipcest #isamira #de esos que llaman embriones au

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raytoropleasesteponme · 2 months

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Vent bc I had a bad day and idk where else 2 talk abt this (TW: pet death, car accident, insensitive jokes? Idk how 2 do trigger warn8ngz)

yeah so it waz m bday yesterday and thatz cool n stuff but this mornin I waz lik casually eating som leftovr banana bread from m party and m dad went up 2 m and waz lik "hey, uhmmm... I havernt rlly known how 2 tell u this bc therez nevr rlly a good Tim 2 but uhhh.... tommy (1 of our catz) got hit by a car a died last wednedsay and uh yeah we js haven't told u bc we were scared u wouldn't tak it well" and lik idc that much I hav low empathy and I waz nevr rlly that clos 2 him BUT I am PISSED at my parentz 4 waitin almost a WEEK 2 tell m OUR CAT IZ LITERALY DEAD LIK THAT IZ SMTH I NEED 2 KNO ABT WTF,1!A,!1!,,!,!!!!! Anywayz school waz overstimulatin and stuff lik it alwyz iz

also I waz tellin m class abt that bc lik,,, m cat Iz dead thatz pretty important and THIS KID MAD A JOK ABT SKINNIN M CATZ DEAD BODY AND MAKIN IT IN2 A BLANKET?????????\?\?\??\!>??>?>!\!{_!2!2!2 WHAT!!

#tw vent #tw pet death #tw car accident #vent #This stinks I hate school

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laventae · 3 years

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Serendipity

Summary: You accidentally bump into Suna once, then a second time, then a third time.... before it starts seeming like fate has already decided its course for the both of you.

Pairings: Suna Rintaro x F!reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, College/Uni au

Word count: 3.2k words

Part: (1) , (2) , 3 , (TBC)

(A/N: I’m so sorry ;-; this, unfortunately, took me way longer than expected to write. I was kinda in a writer’s block, and also me trying to write cute, casual dialogue = me having a breakdown 😫 anyways... I tried to make this longer than the last chap, so I hope you enjoy! Also if you want me to start a taglist for this story pls let me know.)

You go through the menu for what feels like the one hundredth time that night, and try to subtly glance up at him every once in a while, wondering what he was thinking

You’ve both been sitting at your table for a few minutes, without either of you saying much

‘Why did you do this to me Hina...’

You finally put your menu down, and clear your throat, but before you could say anything, Suna starts

“Honestly, I’m not really used to places like this” he says, putting his menu down as well and looks at you

“Didn’t you book this place though?”

“I’m not really familiar with a lot of places here, so Hina suggested this place...” he answers, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck

“Yeah, honestly, me neither...” you say and you both fall into silence again

“You wanna get out of here?” he speaks up again, and you hesitantly nod

You get up and grab your bag, then you both head for the door

As soon as you get out, you let out a sigh of relief

“It's kind of suffocating in there, isn't it?” Suna says when you’re both outside the restaurant

“Yeah... it kind of is” you chuckle nervously

He nods and starts walking away

“You coming?” he asks you, turning around

“Oh,” you hurry and catch up to him, “Uhm, yeah... Wait, where are we going?”

-~-~-

“-And I'll have the chocolate waffles with vanilla ice-cream, please” Suna recites his order

"Alright, I'll bring your orders shortly” you both thank the waitress as she rings your orders up

You both stumbled on a small, cozy diner near the restaurant your date was supposed to be in so you decided to grab a bite there instead

You look out the window next to the booth you were sitting in, hoping to drown out the silence between the both of you, and watch as people walk past, couples hand in hand, people walking their dogs, kids running around

‘It's a nice evening outside’

“So how do you know Hina?” Suna asks you suddenly, interrupting you from your thoughts

You turn him, “Oh, we met in Uni. We’re not in the same major, but we got along quickly” you tell him and he nods

“And you’re her cousin, right? She told me you came back from abroad recently” you continue

“Well, technically, we’re not really cousins”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Our parents were neighbors and super close friends. We were also born around the same time, so we grew up together, she’s like a little sister to me. But because we weren’t technically blood related, Hina started introducing me as her cousin instead”

“Uh... cousins usually are blood related though...”

“I don’t know; she said that when we were kids, and it kind of stuck. I'm used to it by now, though, so...”

You chuckle at how ridiculous that sounded

“What?” he asks

“It’s just kind of cute” you say and he looks at you a little surprised, and maybe a little red(?)

‘Is he kind of embarrassed?’

Or maybe that was just in your head, you weren’t really sure

“The story I mean” you quickly explain

“Right...” he says and uncomfortably shuffles in his seat

‘Do I make you that uncomfortable?”

‘shit... did I say that out loud?’

“What?” he asks you

“I mean,” you sigh, “Ever since the last time we spoke, it feels like you’ve been avoiding me or something. And, even though I know it’s weird meeting again like this, you kind of look like you don’t want to be here, which is okay, it’s understandable, but just let me know, we can just leav-”

He interrupts your rant, “Wait no, I thought you were the one who is uncomfortable”

You look at him confused, “Me? Why?”

“The last time we saw each other, you looked like you were the one trying avoid me, were you not? I guess I thought I should give you some space” he answers

“Oh... My bad,” you say, feeling bad as you recall that you were, in fact, trying to avoid him that time, “I was just embarrassed to have met you again like that after you supposedly walked me back home. Which, again, thank you”

“I told you, it’s fine” he says waving his hand and looking out the window, “As long as I don’t make you uncomfortable”

“No! you don’t!” you feel embarrassed at how quick your reply was and his head snaps to you

It looked like he was about to say something before the waitress comes right then, handing you your orders, and you both thank her again

-~-~-

After about half an hour of eating, and trying to make casual conversation every now and then, you both finish your meals and sigh in satisfaction

You then notice your phone vibrate on the table and you pick it up

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! So, hows the date going? hehehoho”

You smile and shake your head

‘Oh, yeah, definitely think I found the one, we actually agreed on officially dating now!’ you think, sarcastically, and can't help but let out a chuckle

“What’s up?” you hear Suna ask you and your head snaps to him

“Oh, nothing sorry, it’s just Hina asking about the date”

He looks at you, still slightly confused

“I was just thinking it would be funny if I told her we decided to start dating seriously” you say and look back at your phone to text Hina back, “but I was just jok-”

“Wait” Suna interrupts you

“What?” you ask looking back at him, “Wait, I was just joking-”

“That could work though...” he says looking back at you

“What do you mean...?”

“I mean... we could tell her we actually want to date each other seriously”

You look at him for a second, waiting for him to laugh or something, even though you didn’t take him as the type to actually make jokes like that

‘Wait... is he actually serious?’

“But... like... why would we do that...?” you ask him, getting even more confused by how serious he looked

“I mean, if you think about how Hina is like, we both know she will keep setting us up on blind dates if we stay single, right? Unless... you’re okay with that, then, my bad I said anything”

“Wait, no” you say thinking about it as well, “that’s actually not a bad idea...”

-~-~-

It was getting pretty late at that point, and after spending a bit more time at the diner discussing how you were going to tell Hina about how you guys were oh-so-in-love, you decide it was probably time to get home

“Oh shit,” Suna says as soon as you get out of the diner, “I think I forgot my phone inside, I'll be right back” he tells you and you nod before he goes back in to get it

You take out your phone to check the time

‘Damn, it’s almost midnight already...’

Honestly, you didn’t expect he would be the one to even suggest that type of idea to you, but it was true, you weren’t necessarily in the mood to go on any more blind dates, since you were hoping to enjoy your break in peace this time

And apparently, after discussing everything with Suna, it seemed like he had that same idea as well

Even though the both of you kept meeting under weird situations, you were kind of glad you at least were able to clear any misunderstandings you both had of each other

Also, having found another thing in common now, other than living in the same building, you felt like you were becoming more like friends now

'Well... I hope it’s not just me who feels like that anyway’

You didn’t know why, but the thought that you guys were getting closer made you feel happy

You smile at your phone as you look at Hina’s message again; you didn’t answer her yet, but you and Suna decided to let her know of the ‘Big plan’ soon

You suddenly hear faint footsteps from behind you right then and you couldn’t help but freeze in your place

‘Fuck...’

‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck’

You start feeling anxious

‘Look up, just move, just... go anywhere...’

You keep telling yourself to move in your head, as you hear the footsteps get closer, but somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to

‘I’m so fucking scared...’ you think as you shut your eyes before someone grabs your shoulder gently

“Y/n, I was calling you” you hear Suna say, as he turns you to face him, and you open your eyes

“Wait, what’s wrong?” he asks you, looking worried, as soon as he notices your pale face

“Suna...” you say, unconsciously reaching for his wrist, and try to hold back your nervous tears

He notices your trembling hands and looks around, before a couple passes by the both of you

You let out a sigh of relief when you realize it was just the couple and nobody else around, but you were still finding it hard to calm down your heart

“I’m sorry, I just thought...” you trail off, your breath hitching in your throat, as you let go of his hand

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here” Suna assures you, “do you want me to hold your hand?”

It seemed to you like Suna understood what was going on without you having to explain, and if you weren’t as anxious as you were then, you would’ve felt embarrassed feeling that vulnerable with him, yet again

You hesitantly nod and he reaches for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours

“I mean, that’s what a fake-boyfriend is for, right?” he says with a soft smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood

You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, feeling yourself calm down a little, but your heart was still beating fast. You felt like it was for a different reason that time, but you pushed that thought away

You stand there for a few moments, trying to calm yourself down before you look back at Suna, and notice the same worried look on his face

He quickly gives you a soft smile when he notices you looking back at him, “How you feeling now?” he asks, as he lightly squeezes your hand

“Yeah... I’m feeling better, thank you” you answer him looking away, the embarrassment finally hitting you

“You sure? You look a bit red?”

You let go of his hand and cover your face with your hands, “I’m not! I’m fine!”

You weren’t sure if he was just worried and clueless, or he was teasing you right then; you weren’t even sure what you were even embarrassed about, the fact that he had to ‘save’ you again or the fact that he was holding your hand to help you calm down

You hear him chuckle next you and feel his hand on your head as he ruffles your hair lightly, “Alright, alright, you seem better now”

You slowly put your hands down and can’t help but feel charmed when you see his smiling face

“Come on,” he holds his hand out to you, “let’s go home”

-~-~-

“You sure you don’t want me to call a cab or something?” Suna asks you, breaking the comfortable silence

“No, it’s alright, this is more comfortable for me” you answer then quickly turn to him, “unless you’re tired..!”

He chuckles lightly, “No, I'm okay,” he looks up at the midnight sky, his hand still holding yours tightly, “It’s a nice night for a walk”

You slowly nod, hoping he meant what he said, and you weren’t forcing him to continue walking with you home, before you both fall back into the comfortable silence again

After a couple of minutes, Suna suddenly stops

You turn to him and find him looking at an unfamiliar building

“I guess this is you” he says pointing towards it

“No, our building is on the next blo-” you say before realization hits you, “Shut up!” you say as you lightly slap his shoulder

He then starts laughing, “What? Didn't I drop you off here last time?”

“You got jokes, huh?” you say, dragging him away from the building, which makes him laugh even harder and you can’t help but hide and embarrassed smile

“I’m sure it was that building, was it not?” he sarcastically asks, catching up to you

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“I’ll have to think about it” he answers smugly, as you continue walking towards your actual building

After a few more minutes you finally reach your building and go up the elevator

As the elevator opens up to the familiar hallway you're used to, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed

Suna walks you to your apartment door, and after a few moments you both start letting go of each other’s hands

You sigh disappointedly, but hope he didn’t hear you

“I’ll, uh, watch you go in” Suna says, putting his hands in his pockets, and slowly shuffling backwards towards his apartment

“Right,” you say as you go through your bag to look for your keys

You find them and take them out of your bag, but before you turn to your door, you start to speak up and you notice he does as well

“Sorry, go ahead” he quickly tells you

“I, uh just wanted to thank you again for tonight, and really the other night as well” you say looking down, feeling slightly embarrassed

‘What is this? A confession? Stop feeling this embarrassed’

“It’s okay, you don’t have to thank me” he answers and you both fall quiet

You look back up at him, “You were going to say something as well?”

“Oh,” he says, looking away for a moment before looking back at you, looking a little red, “I just wanted to tell you that you could call me, if you ever wanted me to walk you back home again or something. You have my number now, so,” he says, nervously scratching the back of his neck

You feel your heart start beating fast again, and your face flush after hearing him say that all of a sudden

‘Is he just being nice? Or...?’ you weren’t really sure

“O-Okay” you say quickly turning to your door and unlocking it, “Goodnight!” you exclaim before going in and closing the door

“Calm down...” you whisper to your heart as you lean on your door for support, before you hear Suna’s door shut as well

-~-~-

A week had already passed since your last 'date' with Suna, but you've both bumped into each other a couple of times in the morning before you left for work, or as you were coming back home after shifts

However, you only shared a few good mornings, hellos, or goodbyes

It slightly disappointed you that you weren't able to spend more time with him, but you were glad it didn't seem like he was avoiding you like before, well, that you both weren't avoiding each other

It was your last working day of the week before your weekend started, so you were texting Hina during your break, wondering if she had anything planned

Wifeyy: Omg Actually I met this cute guy recently And he kinda asked me out on a date this weekend!@!

Y/n: No way! thats cute Where from?

Wifeyy: We met at the pub during my birthday party actually It was right after you left We been talking and he seems sweet

Y/n: thats so cute!! Im excited for you!

You ask her about the details of the date and she excitedly tells you about it

Y/n: that honestly sounds super cute you have to give me all the deets after you understand?

Wifeyy: Obvo! I mean now that you found someone Its my turn too hehe

'Right..' you remember how you told her you were 'supposedly' officially going out with Suna a couple of days ago, and you feel your face flush slightly

'Wow, I feel like a little schoolgirl right now...' you think as you shake your head at yourself for getting embarrassed at just the thought of it

Hina took the news well as soon as you told her, actually, she was way too excited, telling you she knew you guys were meant for each other, especially after learning he was the neighbor you kept talking, or more like complaining, to her about

You couldn't help but feel bad about lying to her. You usually are very honest with each other, and you would never tell her such a stupid lie, and you hoped it wouldn't drag on for too long

You think that maybe you and Suna would be able to break the news to her that you ‘broke up’ after a couple of weeks. Now that she started dating someone herself, she wouldn't really have much free time to think about you and Suna's love lives, when she has to focus on hers

You feel bad again, but you hope the guy she decides to date is a nice person, and you decide to text Suna about this later

Wifeyy: im actually rlly nervous though been a while

Y/n: hey, its going to be great youre a strong, smart, and beautiful person And if he doesn't see that, then its on him

Wifeyy: ur right, ur right... But i cant help but feel like that

Y/n: its okay, its normal is there anything j could do to help? i**

You sip on your drink as you wait for her reply and check the time to see how much of your break was left before you had to go back out

'2 more minutes...'

Wifeyy: omg wait! I have a great idea! It would defo help me be less nervous

Y/n: oh god, im scared

You reply and chuckle, knowing full well it's probably going to be another questionable scheme she plans, as usual, and you take another sip of your drink

Wifeyy: lets go on a double date!!

You choke on your drink as soon as you read the message

‘Uh oh...’

Y/n: hahahaha

‘Oh god, please say you’re joking...’

Wifeyy: no im serious!! you, me, rina and my date! what do u think?

“Hey y/n, you done with your break?” you hear your colleague ask you from the door of the staff room

“Yeah, sorry, I'll be out in a sec” you reply and you see her nod

Y/n: uhh lemme get back to u on that yeah? break just ended

Wifeyy: Sure! goodluck!

You shake your head as you get up from where you're sitting and head for the door

You knew things were going too smoothly, something like this was bound to come up, you just didn’t expect it to be so soon

‘Whatever, I'll worry about this later...’ you think to yourself as you get to the counter and nod to your colleague, as if to tell her she could take her break now

“Thanks!” she waves to you as she heads back to the staff area

You sigh as you clean up the register area, it wasn’t a very busy day today, but there were a few customers in the shop

You hear the café’s door jingle and your eyes snap up to welcome the customer

You’re taken aback when you see a familiar face peek in from the door

“Suna?” you ask quietly, as if you weren’t sure yourself if that was actually him

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐭

Requested by anon from this prompt list: hi, can you do the kissing prompt #14 with JJ pls? Thanks!!

#14- A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A/N: I know that these are pretty short, but I am having A LOT of fun writing them:) Thank you to everyone that requested, I am doing them in the order that I get them. Writing helps me so much when I’m going through stuff, so your requests are keeping me inspired to keep going and helping me keep my mind busy these last few days. Your support truly means the world to me. As always my Asks/Requests/Messages are open so feel free to talk to me:) Enjoy and let me know what you think of this one:)

TW: Assault/Violence, Rafe being a dick per usual.

“Come on now Rafe, I really don’t think that you wanna do that.” JJ taunted him. He had cornered JJ, Pope, and I in the back of the country club on a delivery run. “It’s three against one, doesn’t look too good for you, or has all that coke has gone to your head?” JJ said just as a group of boys fall in behind Rafe, all wearing the same stomach turning smirks.

Rafe wasted no time before lunging at JJ, causing Pope and me to make our way to the two trying to pull them apart. “JJ!” I called but was quickly pulled back and pushed into a wall. My head hit it with enough force to make it bounce back. I blinked my eyes a few times, before turning around to focus on the person in front of me. I was met with an arm, pressing itself across my chest, keeping me against the wall. “Stay outta this Y/N. Leave it to the men to fight it out, Alright?” I focused on seeing Topper’s oddly perfect hair standing in the way of my view of what was happening. The throbbing on the side of my forehead made me blink away tears. I was not about to show Topper any sign of weakness.

“Explains why you’re over here with me and not out there with the men,” I comment through gritted teeth. He retaliated by pushing harder into my chest with his arm and bringing a knee up to my stomach. I let out a groan, apparently audible enough for the boys to hear.

“Get off of her!” JJ called, only to be pulled back by Rafe. I flinched when JJ landed a perfect punch across his jaw, making Rafe stumble back into one of his buddies. Pope managed to push one into a table, causing him to fall to the floor as well. He was quick to aid JJ in pulling topper off of me. JJ straddled Topper the moment he got him to the ground. I felt frozen in my place as JJ landed punch after punch into Topper’s upper body, not leaving him a second to fight back. “Don’t. Touch. Her. Again.” JJ spoke sternly in between blows to Topper’s face and body. Pope had been trying to pull him off, and Rafe told him to lay off a bit.

Pope looked at me with worry as he tried to get JJ off of Topper. “Y/N please do something!’ He asked, pulling me from thoughts immediately.

I rushed over to JJ’s side holding his right arm before he could deliver another punch to the boy coughing below him. I took one look at JJ’s face and felt sick. The bruises were beginning to form in red splotches and blood, of him, and no doubt the other boys, splattered across his hands and his face. He looked at me as I ushered him to stand up. “Look we gotta get outta here alright?” I spoke calming, even though my entire body was shaking. The moment I looked into his blue eyes I felt like I could see that he was a few moments from shattering completely. I took his wrist in my hand, following Pope out the back door to the dock where we were supposed to meet with John B and Kie.

I felt like I was practically dragging JJ down to the dock. Pope was first to hop on the boat as I looked around only to see that the other two had yet to return from their delivery. I stopped leaning against the boat to look over JJ. I carefully placed my hand on the side of his face, making him look at me. At first, he held his head, resisting, trying to keep looking from me. “JJ let me see, are you hurt?” He looked at me.

His eyes went wide as he looked over my face and grabbed either side of my head. Looking down at me. “Am I hurt?” He scoffed. “ Y/N what happened to your head?” His voice was shaky, as he looked down into my eyes. I lifted my hand to the spot that his eyes seemed to be searing a hole into. I winced as I touched it, stinging as I made contact. I pulled my hand down, seeing my fingers painted with a small amount of blood.

“Nothing JJ, it’s just a little blood, I’ll be alright,” I said reassuring him. I wiped a bit of blood from under his mouth, holding my thumb to show him. “You’ve got some too.”

“No, I’m not kidding Y/N you could have a concussion.” He said, letting his eyes search the rest of my body for signs of harm. I let mine do the same, except that JJ’s face took the majority of the hits. His eye slowly swelling to a bigger size, and his lip was split and still bleeding.

I felt a shiver down my spine as JJ’s hand wrapped around my shoulder, letting his thumb rub across the reddening skin of my collarbone, caused by Topper’s arm and harsh pushes. JJ’s eyebrows knitted together, as worry covered his face.

“I’m not kidding either. No offense but you look terrible.” I spoke, causing JJ to let out a faint laugh before rolling his eyes. “Where else are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m just glad that I was able to give it to Topper for hurting you.” He sighed.

“Hey, I can take care of myself,” I said, nudging him a little, trying to get him to smile again, but was unsuccessful as he kept his eyes trained on the ground.

“Looked like it.” He scoffed, before finally meeting my eyes. His were lined with red and slightly bloodshot, making the deep blue stand out even more, completely captivating me.

“Thank you, for defending me,” I said, speaking softly as the moment became more intimate. The feeling of the rest of the world, the hum of Pope’s boat, the loud music of the country club's deck, the lapping of waves against the boat, all being drowned out by the moment. It felt like it was just JJ and I standing in a vast nothing. I watched as JJ licked his still blood-stained lips before moving back to his eyes. The motion did not go unnoticed by JJ.

JJ moved so that I was between his body and the boat, capturing my lips with his in a soft yet passionate kiss. One of his hands resting under my shirt, right on the waistband of my hip, the other cupping the side of my face. Taken aback by his abrupt movement I allowed myself to savor the moment. I melted into his touch, moving my lips at the feverish pace against his. My body felt like it was on fire when it met with him. I moved my hands to his hair trying to pull him as close to me as I could. He tasted like mint, I assumed from the vape that he always had hidden in his pocket and the sour taste of blood from his split lip. Kissing JJ was something that I could get addicted to.

There was a cough from the other edge of the dock, but JJ wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon. “Get a room” I heard John B jok. JJ smiled into the kiss causing me to do the same.

“I’m not finished yet.” He mumbled holding up his middle finger in the direction of our friends before placing it on the back of my head, causing me to giggle but continued to kiss him.

“When did that happen?” I heard Kie’s voice, but it seemed impossibly distant from where I was standing. JJ pulled me back into the moment as he moved his hand from my hip to the small of my back. Trying to pull me closer, but having no room between us too.

“Hey this is cute and all but we have somewhere to be?” Pope called from the front of the boat, causing me and JJ to break apart. I didn’t have to look at Pope to see the awkwardness of his form as he looked over at us.

JJ rested his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” He smiled back at me. “Maybe I should get in fights for you more often?” He joked.

“My knight in shining armor.” I joked and rolled my eyes, before we both hopped into the boat, blushing at the glances and smiles from our group of friends.

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Love Me Again

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written and uploaded: August 9, 2020

🌙 - angst

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I wrote this as a thank you for your support this past month! I've been writing here for exactly a month now! Also thank you for 100 followers! I love you all!!

Y/N - your name

Y/S/N - your second name (middle name)

Y/L/N- your last name

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It has been almost 7 months since you and Harry broke up after being together for two years. You're disappointed to say the least, you thought you were going to marry him at some point in your life but then one evening he told you that your relationship was 'too much to handle at the moment'.

Of course, you being you decided to agree with him even though deep inside you don't want to break up. You understood where he was coming from, you were both still young and only at the peak of your careers and the distance often became too much.

You love him, you really do and you would have fought for your relationship if it wasn't for the look of tiredness in his eyes. You tried, he tried, but somehow in the middle, it wasn't enough - so you let him go.

It was really difficult for you to deal with the breakup - neither you or him dated other people, or at least not that you know of - having to pack your bags and move out of your shared home to a different city is already tough but you know that seeing him with someone else will shatter you.

He's more successful than he did the last time you saw him, awards after awards, deals after deals, more fans and more recognition for him and you couldn't be prouder, after all, partly the reason you broke up is his job and you'll be damned if you found out that you let your relationship go for nothing.

You're happy. You focused on your job and your family, saved enough money to buy your own car and helped at this local charity that supports disabled children but it wasn't enough. You are happy but you aren't fulfilled and you know what - or rather who - is the missing piece.

You haven't heard anything from him, only catching him on the news every now and then with your busy schedule, unlike before. So here you are now, busying yourself in hopes that you'll magically stop thinking about him every second, on a Saturday morning on your local park for the weekly charity work you do.

After your break up, you decided to help this charity to keep you busy and since you love kids, it’s hard for you to stay away. Every week, there's a feeding program for the children along with a few gifts and games for them with the help of some of the donator.

Today was like every other week, you fed the children and now one of the friend you made here is hosting a game for the kids. Later on you'll give them lunch then a guest will read them a book and bond with them before the day ends.

Speaking of the guest, you haven't met them, you've been busy with the food and you shake your head at yourself - 'I should have greeted them, shame on you Y/N, they're your guests!'

Quickly retouching your hair a bit to find the other guests, you bumped to Jessie, another helper in this charity, "oh I'm so sorry Y/N!", she frantically said, maneuvering over you.

"Hey hey, wait! Was there a problem?", you asked your friend before looking back at the kids to check if there's something wrong.

"Yes, I left something on the building! It was the prizes for the kids! Oh god they're gonna be so sad if I didn't bring it here on time!", Jessie stressed while running her fingers through her hair.

"I'll go get it. Yo-"

"It's my fault, Y/N, I'll get it!"

"I have my car", you took your car keys from you loops of your jeans and showed her, "will you take care of the food?"

Sighing in relief, Jessie nods, "of course!", she hugged you, "you're a life saver! Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem at all, now I gotta go!", you walked backwards to your car while waving at her.

That was almost two hours ago, the building wasn't far, only a 20 minute drive but the traffic on Saturday's always horrendous and it doesn't help that you forgot to ask Jessie where she stored the prizes and that no one is answering their phones.

Locking your car while you clutch two big bags full of toys towards the tent where you can see a glimpse of the children listening quietly to the guest that's reading them a story.

You found Jessie went to her, "you made it!", helping you with one of the bags, "I had to make an excuse to the children about how the guests couldn't wait to read them stories! Thank God they bought it!"

You laughed at her relief, "couldn't find it! You forgot to tell me where you put these stuff!", bumping your shoulders on hers, "I'm charging you for my gas! Traffic was horrible!"

"I know! I know! So sorry about that! By the way have you meet the guests?", her eyes went wide while mentioning your guests.

"Haven't had the time", you sigh overexaggerately, "supposed to, before I bumped in to you!"

"Come on! I'll introduce you to them!", she took your right arm and pulled you towards the kids, "they're like crazy famous and the-"

"Mister Harry Styles! You're up! Kids give Mister Styles around of applause!"

Shit shit shit shit shit, you paused in your tracks making Jessie look at you. On the background you can hear Harry introduce himself to the kids and starting to read the title of the story.

It has been a long time since you last heard his voice in person and it gave you flashbacks but you have to stay strong, you're not here for him, you're here for the kids.

Deciding that it was for the best to stay as low-key as possible, you excused yourself from Jessie and went to the other tent where the other stuff were placed.

No one here knew that you dated Harry, you opted on using your first name when you moved here, knowing his fans might notice you since you grew up with everyone calling you by your second name.

You busied yourself with everything you see, childish - it is, but you don't know if you can face him as much as you miss him.

You heard the children cheered so you went to look at the commotion. Harry just finished reading the story then one of the kids raised their hand.

"Mister Styles I'm Dolly. What is your favorite part of the story?"

"Call me Harry, Dolly. Probably the part where the character realized how wrong he was for doing the things he did...", Harry answered then another kid raised their hand, "Yes?"

"I'm Brady, um have you ever experienced that? Letting something go then regretting it? My dog had a puppy but we had to give her puppy away because we can't afford another pet and our dog looks sad all the time now."

You continued to listen to the interaction between Harry and the kids, interested on his personal answer.

"I'm so sorry about your dog and puppy and I did. It was the biggest mistake I've ever made. In your terms, I was you and the dog at the same time. I had to let someone go then quickly regret it, I was miserable but time heals and I'm sure your dog will be happy soon!"

After a few more questions, Harry stepped out of the small stage to take some pictures with the kids. You went back on the other tent to hide.

His answer on the second question made you think but as fast as the thought came to your mind, you dismissed it. 'It's not important anymore.'

"Y/N! You haven't met our guests!", Jessie yelled from the other tent making you look up to her and then closed your eyes tightly.

You saw Harry and a few other people beside him, the kids now receiving their prizes with the help of the other people who helps with the charity.

You turned your back around them to compose yourself then walked towards them as you don't want to seem rude to the sponsors.

"Mister Harry Styles and Mister Jeff Azoff, Missus Mary Richardson and Miss Lisette Raj, this is Y/N Y/L/N, one of our helpers out here!", Jessie introduced you while you smiled at the 3 other people, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

You knew Jeff, of course, you met him a few times and by the way Harry stiffens, it seems like he connected the dots even with your second name being used.

"Y/S/N, it's a surprise to see you here!", Jeff greeted you using your second name, the one everyone from before knew you by as he pulled you in a hug.

"Oh you two know each other? What a coincidence!", Jessie mused.

You uncomfortably chuckled, "yes, we do..."

"It's so nice to meet you Miss Y/L-"

"Please call me Y/N!", you smiled at Mary, "thank you so much for donating! We appreciate it, especially the kids!"

"It was always a pleasure to help! Harry wanna say something?", Lisette tried to joke but you, Harry and Jeff didn't laugh.

Harry cleared his throat and put his hands on his back, "thank you so much for having us, the kids are great!", looking at you straight in the eyes.

You shifted on your place and replied, "no, thank you.", you nodded your head and smiled tightly, "if you all don't mind I'm gonna go and check on the kids, yea?"

"We'll join you!", Mary proposed nudging Lisette. You only nodded at them and started walking.

"Wait! I- miss Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a second?", Harry's voice made you stop, turning around slowly you answered him a small 'yes' then walking back.

"I'll join Mary and Lisette.", Jeff said before he waved goodbye. Jessie looked at you questionably before joining the kids.

You and Harry walked a bit far away in complete silence until Harry started talking.

"Y/N huh?"

"Yea, it's my name."

"No, your name is Y/S/N!", Harry retorted so you stopped walking and faced him.

"Things changed.", you said looking at him in the eyes.

Harry sigh, "I'm so sorry Y/S/N..."

"Me too. I'm so sorry I fell in love with you in the first place."

"I- no! Did you regret it? Us?", Harry tried to meet your eyes but you refused.

"I don't know, you tell me", you looked at his eyes at last, "did you?"

You're met with silence as Harry pondered. You can feel your heart beating so fast, scared of what his answer might be, finally, "the only thing I regret was letting you go..."

"Oh come on, I was just joking!", you tried to laugh, "that was so long ago! Forget about it! I've moved on!", you poked his biceps hoping he wouldn't hear your uneasiness.

"Were you really? Because fuck! I'm being serious right now!", Harry raked his hand through his hair signifying his frustration, "was that it? Our two years? Have you really moved on?", his voice weakened as he speaks, quickly clearing his throat, "I mean of course I'm happy if you moved on! I just thought that maybe..."

"Maybe what?", you urged your ex.

"I don't know... what happened to us?", his voice cracked as he looked up to the sky.

"We broke up.", you deadpanned.

"I know, I'm so sorry about everything. I should have never let you go. I thought breaking up with you will make everything easier but I was wrong... so so wrong love..."

You didn't answer him knowing that you'll cry if you did.

"Are you happy?", Harry tried to coax an answer out of you.

"I am... you?", you doubted but answered anyway.

"I'm- I'm lost, so so lost. I thought everything will be fine but it wasn't.", Harry sobbed but wiped his tears as quickly as it came.

"You'll be okay, Harry. Us, you and me, it wasn't meant to be.", you tried to reason him.

He turned his body to you, "it was! But I was an idiot and if I can hold you in my arms again and say that you're mine for one last time, I'll do it in a heartbeat...", and that's when your first tear fall.

"Harry this is wrong!"

"I know! Being without you feels so wrong but we can make it right again! I'll do anything to have you back Y/S/N! I still love you.", he whispered.

"We can't."

"Are you seeing someone else?", the look on his eyes made your heart shatter, you only shake your head.

"Give me another chance, baby. I promise we'll take it slow, I'll do anything! Fuck anything love, just say it!", his desperate eyes met yours as he clutched both of your hand in his.

"But it was my fault too! I'm so sorry! But this," you motioned the space between the two of you, "I don't know!", you cried out.

Harry continued to beg, "it's okay baby but please, please, you were it for me love! I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

"Harry...", you whimpered.

"Y/S/N, love me again."

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goldenraeofsun · 4 years

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just say yes

The latest installment of this verse... or 5 times Dean tries to propose to Cas.

Dean bites his lip as he scans the menu. What the hell is branzino, and where the fuck are the prices? He flips the flimsy piece of cream-colored paper over, but no dice.

Thank god there’s a steak listed among the five lone entrees. It’s probably five times his normal dinner price tag, but Dean already made peace with putting off buying that 30 year anniversary Rush album. It’ll still be there after his next pay check.

Cas eyes him over the top of his own menu. “What are you thinking?”

Marry me.

Dean doesn’t say that, though. He has plans. Keep his trap shut until dessert. Tell Cas he’s going to hit the head. Pull a waiter aside and ask for two glasses of champagne. Return to Cas. Hopefully not shit his pants as he proposes. Drink champagne. Go home and have fantastic engaged sex.

Dean has high hopes for the last part of the plan.

“Dean?”

Belatedly, he says, “The steak.”

Cas hums. “That does look good.” He ducks back behind his menu. “I was thinking of getting that too. But maybe not.”

Dean takes a hasty sip of water. “Get the steak if you want it, man. We don’t go to places like this often.”

“I think I’ll get the honey glazed salmon.”

“Sounds good,” Dean says lamely. He drinks more water. At this rate, he won’t have to fake the bathroom run.

Aren’t they supposed to have alcohol by this point? They’ve been sitting at their fancy-ass table in this fancy-ass restaurant for nearly fifteen minutes.

Maybe he shouldn’t have picked the newest five-star restaurant to propose to Cas. He’s already on edge from the pressure, and the pristine white tablecloth isn’t helping. He can already see five ways he’s gonna stain it. There are several forks in front of him. For fuck’s sake, this place has an actual chandelier. Dean hadn’t honestly thought they existed outside of billionaire mansions and Disney movies.

The live music is nice, though. A sedate piano tinkles in the background, barely audible over the buzz of polite dinner conversation.

Dean catches a glimpse of himself reflected in the dark windows to the street. He looks a little sweaty, but not as nervous as he feels, thank god.

This is stupid. He shouldn’t even be nervous.

They’ve talked about marriage before. They’re adults in an adult relationship, so popping the question out of the blue would go down like the time Dean swept Cas away for a surprise camping trip. Turns out, Cas did not like camping. Which Dean would have known if he had asked anytime in the past four years.

But… that marriage conversation was two years ago. Dean wasn’t ready then; they both weren’t. Cas was still in a bad place with Jimmy and Claire, and Bobby had just died, so they weren’t about to roadtrip to Vegas anytime soon.

Now, Claire can have a civil dinner with her parents, and the hole Bobby left in Dean’s life can go unnoticed some days.

The deal is, Dean can’t chicken out tonight. He already told Claire to make herself scarce. She can sleep at her parents’ or at Krissy’s, Dean doesn’t care, as long as she is not crashing on their sofa when they get back from dinner.

Dean would rather read a hundred plagarized student essays on The Very Hungry Caterpillar than admit to Claire he failed to ask Cas to marry him.

So, proposal time.

The waiter comes by with their drinks and takes their orders. Conversation is a little stilted, but hopefully Cas chalks it up to Dean being outside his comfort zone in this fancy-ass place. There’s no steady thunk of darts hitting a board or clack of pool balls in the background to put him at ease. Just that lame piano.

Cas makes porn noises over his salmon at first bite, which Dean totally doesn’t get. It’s fish.

“How’s your steak?” Cas asks as he surfaces and dabs his mouth with his cloth napkin.

Dean belatedly slices off a piece of his meal and pops it in his mouth. A generically bland compliment dies on his tongue. Jesus Christ - that’s some good cow. It practically disintegrates before he can chew. “Great,” he tells Cas honestly.

Cas hums in contentment.

“And since you’re practically at third base with that salmon,” Dean starts, “I take it-”

“Oh my god!” a woman’s voice squeals behind them.

Dean reflexively turns his head in the direction of the commotion. A few tables over, near the center of the restaurant, a man is down on one knee, and - son of a bitch.

Dean watches, his mouth hanging open, as the woman shouts, “Yes, of course, yes!” Waiters walk past their table with a whole fucking bottle of champagne. People at nearby tables fucking clap.

Dean resolutely turns back around to face Cas, at a loss for words that aren’t extremely loud swears.

“Isn’t that nice?” Cas says mildly.

“Yeah, very nice for them,” Dean says through gritted teeth.

Of all the goddamn nights. Of all the goddamn restaurants. What are the goddamn chances?

Dean slices into his steak with extreme prejudice. If he could murder the happy couple, he would. With zero regrets.

Fuck it all, Claire’s gonna be insufferable.

A CHARMING B&B IN VERMONT

Dean wakes up delightfully cozy with Cas spooning him from behind. No memory foam, but the bed is delightfully springy anyway. It was definitely what they needed after a full school day and a nine-hour road trip. Luckily, the owner of the bed and breakfast, a charming older woman actually named Mrs. Butters, was happy to wait up for their late check-in last night. She even had hot cocoa waiting.

Dean had held out a slight hope they could christen their room before they turned in for the night, but Cas passed right out before Dean turned on the lights. Poor guy had to deal with three sets of angry parents, and it was only the second week of school. Something about how their supposed-genius kids should be in AP Latin instead of the Fun Latin class - aka the one for dumbass seniors.

The mid-morning sunlight filtering in from behind the plaid curtains casts everything in a warm glow. The room itself is beyond charming. There’s a legit fireplace next to the bed, and they’re currently nestled under a patchwork quilt. The wood panelled walls give a distinctly rustic feel to the place, despite the reasonably sized television screen mounted on the far wall.

Dean turns over in bed so he’s facing Cas instead of the door. He resists the urge to poke him awake, and instead prods with a gentle, “Cas.”

Cas grumbles wordlessly. Fucker doesn’t even open his eyes, although Dean can tell from how his breathing changes that he’s awake.

“Cas.”

Cas wrinkles his nose and shoves his face into the pillow. “What, Dean?”

Dean can barely make out the words, but he gets the gist from the million times Cas has done the exact same thing. “I smell bacon.”

Cas’s eyes slit open. “So?”

“Don’t you want bacon?”

Cas huffs, and Dean can tell the exact moment he resigns to waking up. “Then go get the bacon. Nobody’s stopping you, Meat Man.”

Dean wiggles in bed, jostling the whole mattress. “Come on, babe.”

“I was sleeping.” Cas raises his head to look squint out the window. “It has to be before ten am. Since when are you a morning person?”

Since today is the day Dean is going to propose.

Instead, Dean reminds him pointedly, “Bacon.”

“Ugh,” Cas groans as he sits up. “I expect at least a blow job after breakfast if we’re leaving bed this early.”

Dean slaps his ass and jumps out of bed before Cas can retaliate. “Up and at ‘em!”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, Cas.”

* * *

Claire 11:02 Did you ask him yet? If he said no I’ve got chunky monkey waiting

Claire 11:31 That was a joke Uncle Cas will say yes Theres no way he wont

Claire 11:40 If you’re not answering because of sex don’t tell me

Dean sighs as his phone lights up with Claire’s latest text. In the bathroom, Cas hurls again.

Dean 11:41 No proposal

The bubbles showing Claire’s typing start almost immediately.

Claire 11:41 Are you serious? He’s not goin to turn you down!!!

Dean 11:41 Food poisoning

Claire 11:42 HAHAHAHA

Dean scowls at his phone.

Dean 11:44 Not now, Claire.

Claire 11:44 Wait Seriously?

Dean 11:44 We think it was something he ate at breakfast

Claire 11:44 Oh fuck I’m sorry for laughing

Dean rereads her text. He hasn’t ever received a straight-up apology from Claire before. Unsure of how to respond, he sets down his phone and gently pushes open the bathroom door. “How’re you doing, babe?”

Cas, slumped over the toilet and looking like death warmed over, raises his head an inch. “It seems to be easing up.”

“Really?”

Cas vomits into the toilet again. He groans.

“Shit,” Dean mutters as he crouches next to Cas. He rubs his back with one hand. “Do you think you can get some water down?”

Cas nods, so Dean straightens and fills a glass next to the sink.

As Cas drinks, Dean runs a hand through Cas’s sweaty hair. His forehead has a sickly sheen to it, and the back of his neck feels hot.

“Dean -” Cas breaks off to cough the water right back up into the toilet. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no,” Dean says quickly as he refills the glass. “Don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault.”

“But you had all these plans,” Cas moans as he takes the water to try again.

“We’ll do ‘em some other time.” He wets a washcloth and wipes down Cas’s forehead.

“Before Thanksgiving,” Cas rasps, “we’ll come back. I don’t want to miss the leaves changing.”

“Of course,” Dean says soothingly. He moves the washcloth to the nape of Cas’s neck. “On the bright side, you’ve been puking for, like, an hour. There can’t be much left.”

Cas, the dramatic bastard, nearly brains himself on the toilet seat with the force of his next hurl.

HOMEMADE DINNER

After the disastrous fancy restaurant and B&B, a homemade dinner has to be the way to go. They’ll be in their own goddamn house - that has to cut down on the number of things that can go wrong.

Dean spends a whole week deliberating on what to make. He could do his usual burgers and fries routine, Cas’s favorite, but it should be special.

He settles on beef wellington. Pie for beef!

It’s a bitch to make - both because puff pastry from scratch is no joke, and hiding his first experiments from Cas means inventing increasingly convoluted reasons to get him out of the house. And, sure, every Youtube chef and Great British Bake off contestant has said store-bought puff pastry is fine, but Dean doesn’t want fine, he needs perfect.

Dean picks a day when Cas has Model UN afterschool. It’s in the middle of the week, but at least Cas is guaranteed out of the house until six at night.

By 5:58, Dean is ready. The Wellington is cooling on the counter; the red wine has been breathing (whatever the hell that does) for the better part of an hour; and he’s showered and made himself presentable.

His phone pings at six pm on the dot.

Heart sinking with foreboding, Dean taps the screen.

Cas 6:00 I’m going to be late for dinner. There was an accident with chemistry club a few minutes ago. The building had to be evacuated.

Dean 6:00 Are you OK?

Dean takes a moment to hammer the heel of his hand against his forehead. One fucking break. That’s all he’s asking for. One goddamn evening to go right.

Cas 6:00 Yes, and the kids are too. They’re airing out the halls now, but we won’t be let in for another half hour.

Dean picks up the wine with the hand not holding his phone.

Dean 6:01 What time do you think you’ll be home?

Cas 6:01 7:30 maybe? I’ll keep you updated.

Dean swigs back a gulp straight from the bottle before he can answer. Fuck this.

Dean 6:02 Great! I’ll order pizza when you’re on your way back

Cas 6:02 Meatlovers?

Dean 6:02 Unless you’d like something else

Cas 6:02 No thank you :)

Dean flips on a recorded Jeopardy! episode as he cleans up the kitchen and texts Charlie. He has a free dinner waiting for her if she can hightail it to his place in the next hour and never speak of it again.

HOMEMADE DINNER #2

If Dean is anything, he’s stubborn. John Winchester raised no quitter. Try, try, and try again. And try a fourth time, when the first three go sideways.

Burgers, this time. They don’t need a days’ worth of prep. And they’ll go over well.

“Dig in,” Dean says as he sets the plate down in front of Cas.

“This looks delicious, Dean,” Cas says sincerely as he picks up his burger.

Dean waits, and he can see the moment Cas tastes the molten cheese stuffed in the middle of the patty. His eyes go wide with surprise.

“Like it?”

Cas nods vigorously and inhales the rest of his burger in record time.

“There’s enough for us to have thirds,” Dean says smugly.

Cas smears ketchup all over patty number two, and beams at him. “These make me very happy.”

Dean laughs. “That’s the goal-”

Cas’s phone rings.

Dean falters.

Cas stares at him expectantly, waiting for Dean to continue.

“You should get that,” Dean says, his shoulders slumping as he sets his burger down. It’s probably a bad sign he was already half-expecting things to go south. “It’s probably important, or whoever it is would’ve texted.”

“We’re in the middle of dinner,” Cas protests even as he reaches in his pocket to pull his phone out. “It’s Claire,” he says, baffled, before he picks up. “Hello?”

Cas sets down his half-eaten burger. He listens, his brows slamming down forbiddingly as Claire’s voice gets louder and louder, but still not loud enough for Dean to make out actual words. Silently, Cas takes his napkin off his lap and pushes his half-empty beer in Dean’s direction. Finally Cas says, “Yes, of course, Claire.”

Dean frowns as Cas lifts his gaze up to meet his. “Jimmy and Amelia?” he mouths.

Cas shakes his head, speaking into his phone, “Does Kaia need a pick up from the hospital?”

Dean goes cold. Kaia was actually one of his favorite students. While she was in his class, she won a Scholastic Gold Key and honorable mention for two of her horror novellas and always did the reading. But Dean and Cas haven’t seen her since she broke up with Claire the summer before college.

“Is she okay?” Dean asks quietly.

Cas’s mouth thins. He gives a short nod.

Dean sighs and picks up the plate uneaten burgers. He can probably reheat the patties. The fries won’t keep, though, so he leaves the plate in front of Cas. He shoves a few in his mouth and gets to his feet.

He’s halfway through cleaning the frying pan when Cas gets off the phone with Claire.

“Are you heading out?” Dean asks gruffly while he gives the iron a particularly hard scrub.

“Yes,” Cas rumbles as he wraps an arm around Dean’s waist. “I’m sorry to cut dinner short.”

“Hey, it’s Kaia. ’Course we gotta help.” Dean forces an understanding smile on his face. “I’ll make up the couch while you pick her up?”

Cas squeezes him gently before moving away. “Thank you.”

“You got time for the cliff notes on what happened? Why’d you get the call?”

Cas leans against the counter next to the sink. “Kaia was in a car accident. She’s a little banged up, but mostly fine. A few bruised ribs and a possible concussion.” He shakes his head, disbelieving. “You know Kaia was never especially close with her foster family, so Claire got the emergency call.”

“Huh.” Dean grabs a plate to clean. “It’s been two years since the split.”

Cas shrugs. “I’m not sure what their situation is. I know Claire was surprised. She’s already in her car, and she should be here by midnight. Hopefully she recognizes Kaia’s injuries,” he frowns, “and they won’t try any… any ‘hanky panky’ tonight.”

Dean laughs, and if it’s slightly higher than normal, Cas doesn’t seem to pick up on it. He grabs Cas and kisses him square on the mouth. “You are ridiculous. Nobody says hanky panky. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Cas scowls. “They have to be well past kissing at this point.”

Dean snorts a laugh. “Yeah, that ship has long sailed, dude.”

Cas throws his hands in the air. “We don’t have enough sleeping surfaces to separate them.”

Dean sets the dirty plate down to face Cas fully. “Do you really think they’ll get back together? Kaia broke Claire’s heart not too long ago.”

Cas throws him a look like he wonders where the hell Dean’s logical brain has flown to. “Are you asking if I think couples can get back together after a harrowing break up?”

“… no.”

Cas shakes his head ruefully. “You’re more like Claire than I ever was, and you took me back.”

“Huh,” Dean wipes his hands off on a dishtowel, “you might have something there.”

“You do call me the smart one,” Cas says as he pushes off the counter and heads to the doorway. “It has been known to happen.”

“Smartass,” Dean corrects loudly as Cas grabs his coat and keys.

“Semantics.” Cas doubles back to kiss Dean a proper goodbye, and it’s just as electric as it was when they were seventeen. Cas tastes like Dean’s cooking, and he’s been letting his stubble grow out, the short hairs rasping against Dean’s palm as he cups Cas’s cheek.

“I love you, Dean,” Cas says as he draws away.

Dean grins. “I know.”

Cas huffs an almost-laugh as he heads back towards the door. “Now who’s the smartass?”

IN BED

Cas, the son of a bitch, falls asleep before Dean can wring out a second orgasm out of him. Such a godamn shame. Just goes to show, they really aren’t teenagers anymore. At least Dean got to use the new vibrator he bought for the occasion and the edible panties.

Dean flops back in bed. Maybe he should put the proposals on pause. Clearly, marriage isn’t in the cards. He can be a bit dense when it comes to Cas and him, but there’s dense and there’s denial.

It’s been two and a half months. Five proposal attempts. They’re nearly halfway through October, and he’s no closer to getting a ring on Cas’s finger than he was in late August, sweating bullets in that stupid fancy restaurant.

He can’t keep planning and failing to propose to Cas every other week. One, he can’t handle the stress and constant brainstorming. And B, he’s way behind in writing college recommendations and grading his freshman’s essays on Animal Farm.

Cas isn’t going anywhere. Dean isn’t going anywhere. So Dean can cool the proposals for now and start fresh in January.

SCHOOL ASSEMBLY

“I hate these,” Dean mutters to Benny. He frowns across the top rows of the bleachers where the seniors are supposed to sit. There are a few notable faces missing, but nobody that belongs to Dean’s homeroom, so he couldn’t give less of a shit. Below them, sit most of the juniors, and pretty much all of the sophomores and freshmen.

“It’s thirty minutes, brother,” Benny says, patting his arm. “You’ll live.”

“Shows what you know,” Dean grumbles back as Jody strides to the middle of the gym, microphone in hand. He asks Benny, “Do you know what this one’s about? Bullying? Cliques? Hugs not drugs?”

Benny shakes his head.

Jody sighs loudly into the mike. Clearly, she wants to be here just as much as he does. “Thank you all for coming,” she starts like any of them had a real choice. “First things first, Halloween is in two days, and while costumes are allowed and encouraged, don’t be racist.” She grimaces. “God help me, I don’t know why I still have to say that. If you are unsure if your costume is racist, it probably is. Wear something else. Secondly…”

Dean tunes her out. Instead, he scans the bleachers again, this time looking for Cas. He should be with the other sophomore homeroom teachers, but there’s no sign of him. Dean frowns. He can’t remember the last time Cas played hooky. And never without Dean. Dick move, Cas.

Movement at the edge of the gym catches Dean’s eye, and he watches, puzzled, as two students roll out one of the old projectors. The overhead lights turn off.

Is Jody seriously going to make him sit through a slide show? They’re wasting a prefectly good Friday morning on a goddamn PowerPoint?

The projector flips on, and the first photo is… of Dean.

What the fuck? His mouth drops open in horror. In the picture, he’s in his junior year of high school - he can tell from the hair - with a bunch of people he hasn’t seen in fifteen years. Plus Cas, who’s at the next table over in the cafeteria, head bowed over a book and slightly out of focus.

There’s a click, and text scrawls along the bottom of the screen, Destiel Met in Edlund High School Fifteen Years Ago!

The projector flips to the next photo, this time showing Dean’s senior yearbook picture.

More than a handful of students peer excitedly in his direction, undoubtedly hoping for a reaction.

Scowling, Dean cranes his neck to search the crowd for Charlie’s flaming red hair. She’s the only one who refers to the two of them as “Destiel”. Everyone else uses their names like sane people.

But the projector clicks to a photo of Cas, and Dean can’t help getting distracted. In the picture, Cas is alone at a table in the library. God, he was cute back then. His cheeks were a little fuller, and his hair was curlier. He still had the same intense blue-eyed stare, though. Patented Cas.

It all started with a tutoring session. Young Mr. W needed help in Latin, and our future Latin teacher, Mr. N, was up to the task!

Dean is going to kill Charlie. He tries to get to his feet - maybe she’s hiding behind Jo or something. But Benny’s hand grips his upper arm, holding him in place. “Don’t,” Benny says softly.

“What?” Dean demands as he tries to shake Benny off and fails. “Do you know what the hell is going on?”

“Stay.” The corners of Benny’s mouth twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “Watch.”

Dean huffs a breath and turns back around. If it was anyone else, Jo or Charlie, he wouldn’t trust a word out of their mouths. Benny, though, he’s not the type to make Dean sit through this without a good reason.

But that’s all ancient history. Destiel really got started five years ago, in this very gym.

The projector shows a picture of their class reunion, when Dean met Cas after ten years of no contact. They’re standing pretty close together (but that doesn’t mean much with Castiel What-Is-Personal-Space Novak), and they appear deep in conversation.

Since then, they have been inseparable.

Dean and Cas at a softball game. Dean and Cas at homecoming. Dean and Cas at GSA’s pride party.

Here’s to fifteen more years of Destiel!

The students clap and cheer with more than a few laughs.

Musical Interlude! flashes in front of a picture of Dean playing guitar to a group of pajama-clad students at last year’s Senior Lock-In.

The lights flip back on, and Dean blinks as his eyes adjust. By the time the spots have cleared from his vision, the projector has been wheeled away, leaving the main floor of the gym empty.

A staticky crackle echoes around the gym. And - is that Def Leppard playing on the speakers?

As the intro to Rock of Ages plays, the cheerleading team troops out from the locker rooms.

They start a routine Dean’s never seen before. To Rock of fucking Ages.

The cheerleaders sings along with Joe Elliot, “What do you want?”

Dean’s mouth falls open as the entire high school chants back, “I want rock and roll. Long live rock and roll!”

By the time they get to the “Rock of Ages” chant, all the students are on their feet, clapping along with the beat and cheering.

The song dies down soon after, and Dean, a broad smile on his face, turns to Benny. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I dig it.”

Benny laughs. “Good. He’ll be pleased.”

Dean’s just about to ask who he is (he’s 99% he knows), when Cas walks out from behind the bleachers.

Cas takes the microphone from Jody. He coughs nervously, waiting for the students to settle back down. “Thank you,” he says to the cheerleading team. “That was... awesome.” He glances up at the assembled students and teachers. “Dean-” he pauses as the cheers and clapping start up in earnest “-can you please come down here?”

But Dean’s frozen to the spot.

Benny gives him a not-so-light jab with his elbow. “Go on.”

Dean shakily gets to his feet and makes his way to the gym floor, and he swears his legs are about to give out from under him.

“Alright, you got my attention,” Dean says with forced bravado. “What’s up, Cas?”

The students hoot and holler.

Cas reddens as they die down again. Clutching the microphone in a death grip, he says, “Dean, we have been together for a number of years.”

Dean grins, a wonderful, all-consuming giddiness filling him the longer he stands in front of Cas. “I know, dude. I was there.”

The students laugh and someone, probably Jo, wolf whistles.

Cas swallows. “I wanted to do this here, where we first met, where you first asked me out on a date, where we had our first kiss.”

“Don’t tell ‘em about all our firsts on school property,” Dean says in a stage-whisper, “or Jody’s gonna have an aneurysm.”

Over a fresh round of student laughter, Jody puts her head in her hands. Donna, the school guidance counselor, pats her a few times on the back.

“Dean Winchester,” Cas says, and, shit, his hands are shaking. “I have loved you for more than half my life, and I look forward to far more than fifteen years by your side. Will you marry me?’

Dean’s not stupid. He had a strong hunch, ever since Rock of Ages played - aka the cassette he put in the Impala the first time he took Cas for a drive fifteen years and a lifetime ago - that this was what Cas was leading up to.

He’s mostly surprised Cas had the guts to pop the question this way. There was a reason Dean tried to keep his proposal plans mostly to the two of them. One of them is practically a social hermit, and it’s sure as shit not Dean.

“Just say yes, jerk!”

Dean spins around, nearly tripping over his own feet in surprise. Fuck, that’s Sam. His giant of a brother is hovering right outside the gym’s double doors, beaming at the pair of them. Claire gives a little wave from where she’s half-hiding behind him.

Dean turns back to Cas. He can’t think about Sam right now. Or Claire. Or the five hundred students with their eyes on them.

Only Cas.

“Cas,” he says, and it feels like the whole room is holding their collective breath, none more so than Cas, who looks like he’s about to pass out. “Man, I’ve loved you since I was seventeen. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Cas lets out a shaky exhale of relief, and Dean laughs. He takes the microphone from Cas’s now slack grip, steps all the way into Cas’s personal space, and kisses him.

The cheers from the assembled students are nearly deafening.

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