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davidmariottecomics · 8 months

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Copyrights and Wrongs, Part 1

Hello there!

Feels like it's been a bit since we last spoke, and I'm sorry for that. Two weekends ago, Becca and I were out of town (I'll share a little bit of that later) and then last weekend, I was just dealing with being really depressed and uninspired and I didn't want to just not write my blog, I didn't really want to do anything. I'm doing a bit better and am about to have a lot to talk about, probably for a few weeks (at least 2-3), so buckle up and get ready! This blog's a special one because appropriate for the time of year, it has HOMEWORK!!!

Also, as a head's up, this first part's going to be a bit shorter as Becca is at Cartoon-a Palooza starting this afternoon! More on that below too!

What is Copyright?

Copyright is both exactly what the name says and a much deeper, more complex thing. In a nutshell, it is the right to copy a creation. If you draw a piece of art, if you write a poem, if you design a machine or a building, if you compose music for a song, if you write a blog even (hehe!), under U.S. law, you are the owner of that work and other people can't use it without your permission.

In more concrete terms, copyright is a form of intellectual property law that defines ownership and use of art under some pretty specific terms. The three biggest ones being: originality, creativity, and fixation. Originality asks if a work is original and unique. What that means is if you and your friend see a cool dog, and you both draw a picture of it, as long as your friend didn't just copy your exact picture, you both now have an original piece of work. Maybe the most commonly thought of example against originality is plagarism, where someone takes another person's written work and tries to pass it off as their own. Creativity is maybe the most nebulous term involved in determining copyright and often overlaps against originality, but should broadly be thought of as the work's intent and execution. Let's say you put together a Pintrest board of inspiration. It isn't meant to be a unique creation or piece of art unto itself, it's just a bit of reference. But if you printed all of the images from that Pintrest board out and collaged them into a piece of art, that would qualify as a creative effort. Finally, fixation refers to whether or not you actually made the thing in a trackable way. If I sing my cats a silly little song to announce their breakfast, but I never write that song down and it isn't ever recorded, it isn't fixed and there isn't proof that you've made the thing. However, if I shoot a TikTok of me singing that song to my cats, hey, I've got that record and I'm set.

That's a very basic overview and, like I said, copyright is complicated. Being a set of laws revolving around ownership in a capitalist system, there're whole sections of the legal industry dedicated to arguing out and testing and defining the limits of copyright. The other really basic stuff you need to understand about copyright for the rest of this conversation are what you can do as a copyright holder, how long copyright lasts, and what "fair use" is.

Here it is from the horse's mouth--the U.S. Copyright office--but the rights a copyright holder has come down to reproduction, continuation, and distribution. You can make more of your work, either through copies or by creating more new work covered in part by your initial creation, and you can display it or sell it or perform it or otherwise make it available. As part of sale, you can also sell the copyright itself--transferring the ownership to someone else. A lot of comics is done with this step happening before the work is started as "work for hire." This basically says that if you're creating an image for a company that owns the copyright to, say, a character like Batman or property like Transformers, you understand that their copyright to the initial work of art supersedes that of the work you now produce for them, and in exchange, they're going to pay you for your creation and any rights that might otherwise be claimable with it. Not to say it too many times, but it's a complicated system and one that has a lot of very reasonable and righteous criticism lobbed at it. There's often a bit of a rub between copyright as protecting creators and copyright as protecting companies.

Companies, for example, famously have been responsible for the expansion of copyright after the death of the author. Current U.S. law dictates copyright for modern creation lasts until the death of the author, plus 70 years. After that, works enter what we call the public domain (more on that in a sec). But just to really put that into perspective: Stephen King is still alive! And there is a distinct chance that his books won't be available until the 2100s under current copyright law. Or, rather, most of his books. If I did my math right, I believe Carrie will be available in 2069 because it actually pre-dates the current code! And this is further complicated by various other things--like work-for-hire creations and anonymous creations have different term limits, and we're reaching an interesting point where some original works are becoming public domain, but their derivative works are still copyrighted (like, say, Mickey Mouse. Steamboat Willie, the first Mickey short, will hit the public domain in 2024, but ALL OTHER MICKEY STUFF will still be under Disney).

Which brings us back to public domain and fair use. To briefly tackle public domain first, it is the idea that after a copyright expires, that work is available to anyone to use as they please! You wanna tell a Dracula story? Do it! You wanna stage a Shakespeare play or adapt it into another medium? Do it! You wanna turn the Odyssey into a rock opera? Do it! Public domain says no rules, just right! Do it! It's a good idea to check what is in the public domain (Wikipedia linked as a starter) at any given point, just to see what may be available to you. This is going to be important in coming weeks. But everything in the public domain is fair use.

As are certain other things--if you're an Adobe subscriber and use photoshop, the software is copyrighted, but you've got fair use to use it, if you see a movie, the movie is copyrighted, but you've paid your money and have fair use to view it. There are certain limitations for research, education, and transformational uses too. I can't get into all the specifics, because they're varied and incredibly nuanced, but as a few examples: if Mad Magazine does a parody of X-Men called "Ecch-Men" or whatever (a thing they've definitely done), that's fair use--it's understood to be parody/satire and not the original work. If a textbook is publishing a historically significant photo, that may be under fair use. Posting a quote from a book on social media and in a locker room with or without proper attribution may be fair use (this is a real example).

Okay, that's a lot to take in and we haven't even gotten to stuff like trademark, patent, or infringement. But hopefully that's enough of a primer that you'll feel confident in the coming weeks of conversation.

Homework Time

Toldja there'd be homework! So here's what we're going to be talking about over the next few weeks that you might wanna get yourself primed on too!

First off - The Copyright office is conducting a study on generative AI and taking into account public opinion and information on it related specifically to copyright. Public comments are open until October 18th. I already submitted one--that I may reproduce in part or in full here--but if you are (rightfully) concerned about "A.I." as it currently exists and the many ways in which it is already violating copyright law, definitely take the time to share a comment!

Secondly - You may've seen the news in the past 24 hours that Bill Willingham is releasing Fables into the public domain. I'm linking to the A.V. Club's article because well... you all know how I feel about Substack (and you may know how I feel about Willingham himself, which is to say, he sucks!). Next week, this'll be our first topic of discussion to see what that actually means. And please remember, I'm not an expert in copyright law, but I do wanna discuss it!

Finally - No homework on this one, but the other thing we'll be talking about is digging a little bit deeper into work for hire and the complicated relationship between comics, artists, and licensed and unlicensed works.

See ya next week!

What I enjoyed this week(s): Blank Check (Podcast), Dungeons & Daddies (Podcast), Craig of the Creek (Cartoon), Honkai Star Rail (Video game), One Piece (Manga), One Piece (Live Action--I know there are some strong feelings on this take, but maybe we'll talk about that in a future blog), Birds of Prey #1 (Thompson, Romero, Bellaire - Comic), Blue Beetle #1 (Trujillo, Gutierrez, Quintanta - Comic), Shazam (Waid, Mora, Sanchez - Comic), Fire & Ice: Welcome to Smallville #1 (Starer, Bustos, Bonvillain - Comic), The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon (Book), Chainsaw Man (Manga), the Original McDonald's Museum.

New Releases this week (9/13/2023): Sonic the Hedgehog #64 (Editor) Sonic the Hedgehog's 900th Adventure (Editor)

Announcements: Becca is at Cartoon-a Palooza in Temecula on 9/15 & 9/16. It's a cool free all-ages little con, so come on out and see them! That's today and tomorrow at time of posting! They've got new stuff!

Becca (and their letterer pal, Duke) has also got a new comic out! It's a short NSFW comic in Midnight Ouevres, the adult part of the Stellar Inflorescence Genshin Impact free zine!

Wanna support me? Consider joining my Patreon!

I have a webstore! And I did, in fact, get a couple extra copies of Beast Wars Vol. 3! But check it out! Limited quantities on everything!

I've still got a few things on my eBay, if you're looking for stuff!

Pic of the Week: Becca and I were in Vegas a couple weekends ago, saw Weezer. It was fun. But on the way back, we stopped by the Original McDonald's Museum in San Bernadino! It's a fascinating little place, in the building that was built where the first McDonald's was before it was torn down and rebuilt to be a little theater. It's also not recognized by the McDonald's corporation because this is the location the founders kept for themselves when they ultimately sold the rest of the company to Ray Kroc. Anyway, so it's a funky little place with a lot of history and is full of toys and packaging and photos and outfits and this big Grimace suit with Becca!

#comics #copyright #fables #public domain explained #intellectual property law #Original McDonalds Museum #Cartoon-a Palooza

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rabbitcruiser · 14 days

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McDonald’s Day

McDonald’s Day falls on April 15, the anniversary day of when Ray Kroc opened his first McDonald’s restaurant in Des Plaines, Illinois, in 1955. Most, if not all, people around the world know this name, we believe. It’s one of the world’s largest fast-food restaurant chains. Did you know that Ray Kroc was not the founder of McDonald’s? The founders were the McDonald brothers. The current corporation credits its founding to Ray Kroc. So, let’s celebrate this McDonald’s Day in honor of Kroc as well as the restaurant founders, the McDonald brothers.

HISTORY OF MCDONALD'S DAY

The very first McDonald’s restaurant was opened by New Hampshire brothers Richard and Maurice McDonald on May 15, 1940, in San Bernardino, California. The McDonald brothers started by serving slow-cooked barbecue, and the business took off quickly. They later found out that 80% of their sales were from hamburgers, so they closed it for three months. They then remodeled it as a self-service restaurant, where customers placed their orders at the windows. It is said that they simplified their menu to just nine: hamburgers, cheeseburgers, three flavors of soft drink, milk, coffee, potato chips, and pie.

The McDonald’s brothers developed the “Speedee Service System,” allowing them to prepare the food quickly. All their hamburgers contained ketchup, mustard, onions, and two pickles. Although this newly remodeled McDonald’s struggled at first, once the brothers replaced potato chips with french fries and introduced triple thick milkshakes, the business started to grow again. In the early 1950s, they saw their profits double. They then established several franchises in California and Arizona. Ray Kroc, a milkshake mixer salesman, visited them in 1954, wondering why McDonald’s would order eight of his multimixers.

Once Kroc knew about McDonald’s restaurant operation, he saw potential in it. He then bought the rights to franchise the brothers’ restaurant across the country. He opened his first McDonald’s franchised restaurant in Des Plaines, Illinois, in 1955. But, their relationship was contentious due to philosophies that differ on how to run the business. Kroc later purchased the company from the McDonald brothers in 1961. The brothers who lent their name to the business and were pioneers of the business concept gradually faded to the background. They kept their original San Bernardino restaurant until they were out of business eventually.

MCDONALD'S DAY TIMELINE

1940

The First McDonald’s

The first McDonald’s restaurant is opened by Richard and Maurice McDonald in San Bernardino, California.

Early 1950s

Doubled Business Profits

McDonald’s profits double, and the brothers establish several franchises.

1955

The First Ray Kroc’s McDonald’s

Kroc opens his first McDonald’s franchised restaurant in Des Plaines, Illinois.

1961

The Business is Sold

Kroc purchases the McDonald’s company.

MCDONALD'S DAY FAQS

How much is McDonald's worth in 2021?

Reportedly, McDonald’s has a net worth of 36.53 billion U.S.D.

What nationality is McDonald?

It’s Scottish, and McDonald is probably the most famous Scottish clan surname.

How rich is the owner of McDonald's?

Chris Kempczinski is reportedly paid 5.22 million U.S.D. annually as the C.E.O. of McDonald’s, with a net worth of 17.9 million U.S.D.

MCDONALD'S DAY ACTIVITIES

Go to McDonald’s: There’s nothing better than going to its restaurant on its day. Order some Chicken McNuggets for a starter. Then continue with the well-known Big Mac along with the World Famous Fries. To finish up, get Coca-Cola and a Vanilla Cone, or McFlurry, or Hot Fudge Sundae.

Spread the word: Tell your family and friends about this fun day in case you want some company. You can order through McDelivery and enjoy the food and drinks together at home. Or, you may want to bring them to McDonald’s and dine in.

Watch “The Founder”: If you’re home alone, you may want to watch the movie “The Founder.” Watch the story about the famous McDonald’s while you’re munching your Double Cheeseburger and McChicken along with the World Famous Fries.

5 FACTS ABOUT MCDONALD’S HAMBURGERS YOU NEED TO KNOW

The burger cost only 15 cents: In the beginning, a McDonald’s burger cost only 15 cents.

Billions of burgers have been sold: It is estimated that billions and billions of McDonald’s burgers have been sold.

A Big Mac was once 45 cents: The first Big Mac was created in 1967 and cost only 45 cents.

It can be a source of protein: It is said that a McDonald’s hamburger contains 25% of your daily value of protein.

Happy Meals were first introduced in 1979: McDonald’s launched its first Happy Meal worldwide in 1979, and in 2021, McDonald’s announced that Happy Meal’s plastic toys would be phased out.

WHY WE LOVE MCDONALD'S DAY

It’s convenient: McDonald’s can always be an option when you don’t have any idea where to go to eat. They’re everywhere, you know.

It’s affordable: McDonald’s food and drinks are affordable. Not only that, but they are also delicious. They’re worth buying.

It can be a nice place to hang out: If you’re going to hang out with your friends for hours, McDonald’s has got you covered. Sure, they have many selections of food and drinks. Besides that, most of them have spacious dining-in.

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moody-and-mad · 5 months

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I'm gonna post here some headcanons I have to characters, I'll start to Barty, my husband.

this idea is not original, I saw it on a person but idk how to tag, so if ur watching this, please don't get angry.😭

Barty's mum is an Italian (Sicily) witch called Giuliana Volpi, related to the important Italian quidditch player.

Barty knows Italian as a second language because when he was a child, his mum used to talk it with him.

She was the first one to understand how brilliant Barty was. He was too intelligent when he went to muggles primary school so his mum decided to let him pass the first year. In fact, he's one of the only wizards who started Hogwarts after having already attended the first year of muggle middle school.

Barty when his father was not there, had a great childhood, always with his mum and their house elf, winky.

When Crouch Sr was there, the house used to change. Smiles turned to long faces. And he was terrible, most of the time drunk. He used to be violent with them all and Barty has never had the courage to oppose

At Hogwarts he met at first Regulus who had a terrified expression. He immediately decided, that scared child would have been his best friend.

the first time he saw Evan, he thought he was an angel, like in that Roman museum.

During the years, he got closer with Pandora, who always knew everything.

Dorcas was who introduced him to the world of punk and metal

He loves metal

He turned his hair green in the fifth year, because his mum told him that he looked like his father

He hates Sirius Black, the person who ruined his best friend life.

He loves flirting and he's got a "famous crush" for Remus Lupin. It means that he used to say that he was the most handsome guy in the world and all that stuff more for the meme than because he really wanted to have something with him

He's queer and hates labels, but probably poly who decides to have a monogamous relationship with Evan because Evan wanted to.

He's got an own philosophy, he considers sex and feeling two different things which are not always the same.

he's friend with Mary McDonald and they will never say that but they fucked.

He loves nailart but he's not good at it so Pandora usually paints his nails.

He loves muggles films, especially musicals

When he discovered Evan's parents were German, decided to learn by heart how to talk Germa

he's one of the one people who were able to get 12 owls, thanks to the time turner.

he is never serious and mature, except when it was about his time turner.

he felt for Evan in the fourth grade but it was only in the sixth that he realized it.

sometimes Evan was jealous of the relationship between him and Regulus because they were really close but just in a platonic way.

His variant is Yungblud.

#harry potter #marauders #barty crouch junior #rosekiller #queer #wolfstar #jily #swifties #sirius black

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Church Encounters: Chapter 12

-- Exciting things in this chapter!! Sorry for the road trip waffle lol

This fic is written in collaboration with @lgg5989 who is posting this on her tumblr and her AO3, she has also made the beautiful moodboard you see below.

Comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

Previous part

Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas @Roosterscock --

Indiana was surprisingly jungley when you arrived, hot and humid and crawling with so many bugs that it almost felt overwhelming. Still, it was good to be home. You were taking everything in from the sights to the smell of the bakery down the road from where you used to live. The town you grew up in wasn't much, but it was home. Cloverdale was just big enough to have a McDonalds and it was no San Diego, but it held a special place in your heart.

You took over the drive as soon as you passed the border between Indiana and Illinois to give Jake some time to sleep. Between training and the promotion Jake had gotten a few months ago, which came with a new set of duties and longer, more gruelling hours, it felt like he was perpetually running on four hours of sleep, and while he tried his best to hide it from you it was taking a toll on him.

He had been more scatter-brained and crabby. Never with you, but the rest of the team had received more than their fair share of jabs and offensive quips. You knew Jake well enough to mean that he was bracing himself for something, and although you couldn’t tell what, you wouldn’t have been surprised if burn out had started rearing its ugly head.

When Jake had offered to go on a road trip with you across the US, to see everything you had discussed at Thanksgiving, you had eagerly agreed. Time off would do him some good, and you never refused an opportunity to see your sisters on their home turf.

Still, before Indiana there had been a few other stops. Salvation Mountain in San Diego, where Jake had taken many pictures of you, arms outstretched in front of the “GOD IS LOVE” painted in large red and pink letters on the hill. Then, the Joshua Tree National Park in California, where you hiked on the ‘California Riding and Hiking Trail”, completing the hike in four days, ignoring all warnings against sun exposures, temperatures and dehydration after a lengthy conversation and a mutual understanding that neither of you was likely to be able to clear enough time off to do the trails any other time of year.

After the suicide-mission of a hike, you and Jake had booked yourselves a weekend in a spa, to be able to relax the soreness away. The two days of taking things easy, yoga classes and massages had made Jake a new man. With a brand new chilled-out attitude, Jake had taken the next leg of the trip.

He parked the car in front of the Daily Grind Coffee shop where the two of you had lunch before making your way to the Billy The Kid museum. Jake could only smile at your excitement as you entered the building. Over the few months he had had the honour of dating you, Jake had discovered how much of a true crime buff you really were. You watched and listened to everything. From documentaries watched like a bedtime story to podcasts while you cleaned. From ancient history to stuff a little closer to home, you liked everything. Even now, as you looked at the original wanted posters, the locks of hair, chaps, spurs and his rifle, you almost couldn’t help talking Jake’s ear off about the outlaw. Jake didn’t mind though, your excitement was contagious and when you took over the next leg of the trip, Jake read Billy The Kid’s biography as you drove.

The Water Zoo Indoor Water Park had been the only notable exception in your opinion that any and all amusement parks were terrible. It had been Jake’s idea to go, but as the stay came to an end, you begged to stay just one more day, Jake couldn’t refuse, even if he was desperate to get to Indiana.

After Oklahoma, despite the detour, came Indiana. As you drove through corn and soy fields, Jake fell asleep, resting his head against the window. You smiled as you glanced at him, taking your eyes off of the road for a moment to admire his sleeping form. He looked ever so peaceful.

You were an hour away from your destination when his lips twitched and he mumbled something.

“What was that honey?” you asked

“Cake,” he replies, “There’s cakes in the display.”

You looked around, thinking that maybe Jake was seeing something in the distance. There seemed to be nothing for miles, except crops and the occasional lonely cow. He mumbled something else, in a deep, sleepy voice. You realised then that Jake was a sleep talker. The thought of it gave you butterflies, or doubled them at least, because the butterflies Jake gave you on your first meeting never actually went away.

“Cakes huh?” you asked with a slight giggle

“Big pink ones,” he mumbled, “Big as a house.”

He groaned in his sleep and you stifled a laugh, “Can you eat them?” you asked

He gasped, “Noooo, it’s for the queen!” he whispered, as if the queen, whoever she was, had been in the car with you.

You tried to interrogate him some more, but Jake wasn’t feeling chatty after that. His arms occasionally twitched and you wondered if he was at a banquet, sharing tea with the royals. The thought of it alone almost sent you in hysterics a few times but after being almost run off the road a few times due to your inattention, you calmed down and drove on till you hit your destination.

Your mother’s home was a long white affair, standing alone, looming over the neighbourhood like heron surveilling a pond for any moving fish. It had always seemed sinister to you, although perhaps that was due to memories, or even nerves. If you had to be objective about it, the house looked rather welcoming. The front garden was neat, lined with white rose bushes and pink rhododendrons. The grass was cut short and the hedges had all been trimmed to waist height. The drive had been redone since you had last been there, the concrete had been removed and replaced by sand-coloured gravel.

You knocked on the door, feeling apprehensive. Your mother had remarried since you had left for the navy. Ted, her new husband, was a local politician. He was a nice enough man, the type that placed far too much importance on being able to give a good handshake, but ultimately harmless. He did come with two children, a boy and a girl, twelve and ten year old. When he opened the door for you and Jake to come in, he wore a beige polo shirt, sleeveless jumper and slacks. The children had been made to wear a navy coloured short or skirt and a white button up.

The star difference in behaviour between how your mother used to act with you and how she acted now made you feel a little sick. She hugged and kissed her step children all the while glaring at you as you spoke. Jake, ever the perfect gentleman, tried to make pleasant conversations, but whenever your mother ignored anything you said, his hand twitched ever so slightly in yours.

After an agonising two hours of small talk and watching your mother act like, well, a mother, you jumped back into Jake’s truck and drove the both of you to Annie’s apartment. She lived in Fishers, right next to the nursery she worked at, in one of the newer blocks of flats. She buzzed you in, and let you ring the doorbell before opening the door and embracing you in a breathtaking hug.

“I see you’re working on your patience, I’m proud of you,” you teased, “Usually I don’t even get to ring the doorbell.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware that being excited to see my sister was such a crime,” she said, pretending to be offended. Annie turned around, gently whipping you in the face with her long hair, “Maybe I should ignore you next time,” she added.

“Please don’t, I’ve had enough of that today already,” you replied.

Annie grimaced, “Did you see mom?”

“Yeah. Why do I do it? I always regret visiting.” you asked, Annie shrugged her shoulders.

“I stopped going a while ago,” she admitted, “But enough about the doom and gloom! Jake, congrats on the promotion!” Annie exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands together, “We should celebrate! Audrey is coming later, and we were thinking of having drinks this evening at one of the new bars in town, how does that sound?” she asked

Audrey had been meant to meet you at Annie’s but an hour before she was due to arrive, she called in a panic.

“I am so sorry! There’s been a mix up in the shifts and the girl who’s supposed to take over lives like two hours away. I can’t leave, I’m the only senior midwife on call, I’ll just have to meet you all at the bar,” she said, speaking loudly over the background noises of the hospital maternity ward.

With that, you had all showered and changed and piled into Annie’s car to drive downtown. The bar was a far cry from the cosiness and familiarity of the Hard Deck back in San Diego, and heaps busier too. While both you and Jake were fairly used to people and certainly able to elbow your way through to a set of empty chairs, the way he had tensed up and recoiled at the sight of the crowd made you suggest going for outside seating.

Audrey arrived twenty minutes later, clearly having jumped out of the shower and quickly changed out of her scrubs. On any normal occurrence, your sister would never have been caught dead wearing a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, accessorised only with a leather jacket and a pair of pointed ballerina flats. Audrey was a stylish woman that made anything she wore look wonderful, but her usual style leaned more towards vintage dresses and heels.

“I cannot begin to describe the day I’ve had,” she huffed as she dropped down on the chair next to you.

“That bad?” you asked, your sister threw you a look.

“Yes. That bad. I woke up late, I couldn’t find my scrubs and the only other set I had were dirty. Then, the washing machine broke, then, the coffee machine broke. I got to work twenty minutes late, had to borrow a set of scrubs off of a trainee and I finished three hours late!” she replied, “I need a drink,” she added, grabbing the drinks menu and looking at the list.

“I think I’ll have a martini,” Annie said.

“I think I know what you want,” Jake told you, “Audrey, what’s your pick? I’ll go and order,” he added, looking apprehensively at the bar, trying to calculate his best course of action to get served quickly.

“Oh don’t worry Jake, Y/N and Audrey will go together,” Annie replied. Audrey whipped her head to look at her sister with a deadly glare. Annie looked her in the eyes for a moment. After their silent argument, Audrey stood up.

“Right, come on Y/n, let’s get this over with,” Audrey sighed, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of your chair.

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“Jake, relax,” Annie laughed once you and Audrey had successfully forced your way to the front of the drink’s queue.

“This feels like a drug deal,” he replied with a nervous laugh. Annie reached into her bag to retrieve a small ring box. The red velvet fabric felt soft against his hands. He opened it slightly to reveal the ring. The centerstone was a crystal clear oval shaped diamond. It was set into a yellow gold band and accented with other, smaller diamonds around it. The ring was thin and delicate, and the whole thing reminded him of you. Classy and delicate, always in style. Jake could see the faint marks the jeweller had left when he resized the ring and a little doubt crept into his mind.

“Are you sure she’ll like it?” he asked.

Annie stared at him, “Are you doubting my grandmother’s taste in rings?” she asked, outraged.

“No, no. I’m -- Annie, I’m fucking scared. What if she says no?” Jake whispered.

Despite your many reminders that you would happily agree to marry him when he asked, Jake still felt a little stab of paranoia at the thought that maybe you had changed your mind. Since leaving his flat on the first day of the trip, Jake had been in a near constant state of nervous anticipation and blind panic at the fact you might refuse him. Still, he felt like he was hiding it well, and after the spa weekend, he had legitimately felt better until you had driven over the Indiana border and it came back in full force.

“Then, I’ll knock her on the head until it unscrambles her brain,” she deadpanned, bringing a small smile to his face. She continued, “She won’t say no. Trust me, I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”

“Drinks incoming!” Audrey exclaimed as she made her way out of the bar, no doubt to give him time to stash it somewhere safe. He put it in his jacket pocket, careful to zip it up before you noticed anything.

“You okay?” you asked Jake, he shot you a nervous smile right as a large group of half drunk college students passed your table, “It’s alright, it’ll be quieter soon,” you added, rubbing his arm reassuringly. Strange, you thought, you had never known Jake to be so antsy in a crowd.

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Jake was nervous. He had only had the ring in his possession for seventy-two hours and he was already a nervous wreck. As he was getting dressed for mass that morning, he kept checking his pocket, like the ring box was going to disappear into thin air.

His father asked him what was wrong on the way to mass, and Jake tried to brush it off, but it didn’t feel very convincing. He was practically vibrating in the passenger seat and when they made it into the church, it didn’t get much better.

Jake’s knees were bouncing in the pew, and you had to place your hand on them several times to silently signal him to stop. When it was time to say the Our Father and share peace with one another, Jake could tell that his palm was sweaty in yours, and he prayed to God that it wouldn’t bother you. When he pressed a kiss to your cheek, you looked up at him concerned, “You okay?”

“Peachy mia cara, just peachy,” he said back, his accent laced stronger than usual in his voice.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned back to face the altar. When mass was over, Jake tried to take a deep breath, but it was no use. His excitement and nervousness would be there to stay until he asked you the question he had been thinking about for months.

As his family filed out of the pew and down the main aisle towards the door, he grabbed your hand and held you there, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked.

“Of course, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow sternly.

“In a way,” he said, pulling you around the front of the pew to stand in front of the steps to the altar.

The choir hadn’t stopped singing, even though the church was emptying out quickly, and you looked at them confused. One of the girls in the second row winked at you, turning to look at Jake, you brought your hands up to cover your mouth, tears springing to your eyes.

He was settled down on one knee, a red velvet ring box clutched tightly in one hand. Looking up at you with an unreadable expression, he said, “I know that we haven’t been together as long as most other couples who get married, but I love you and I think that God sent you down to me. I can’t imagine my life without you, your little habits like how you always pepper your food, or that you like your water without ice, but also the bigger things, like how you go out of your way to take care of me, when I know you don’t have to. I want to be there every morning to wake up to your beautiful sleepy face, and every night to give you a kiss before we go to sleep,” Jake paused, trying to compose himself, a few tears now visible in his own eyes.

“I almost lost you that day on the tarmac and it scared me more than anything ever had before. I knew that day that I was going to marry you and now I can’t wait for it to be true. I don’t want to rush into this, but I love you, and I won’t be truly happy until you’re mine. Please, Y/n, do me the honour of becoming your husband, to love you and cherish you forever,” he finished, his voice choking off at the end.

You let out a small sob, “Of course, yes, a million times yes,” you said, kneeling down in front of him and pulling him into a hug. You felt the collar of your shirt dampen with a few of Jake’s tears but when you pulled back, the look on his face was worth more to you than anything money could buy. You had never seen him so happy.

The grin that was splitting your face couldn’t have been wiped off if you tried, looking at the ring in his hand, you let out a gasp, “You didn’t.”

“I did,” he said, “They said that she would have wanted you to have it.”

“Is that why we went to Indiana?” you asked, searching his eyes.

“Well, I had to see where the woman I wanted to marry was from, but mostly, I couldn’t propose without the right ring,” Jake said, sheepishly.

Pulling the ring from the box, he slid it on to your finger, it was a perfect fit, “How…?”

“I had some help with that too,” Jake said, smiling at you. Leaning in close he continued, “They’ll be here this afternoon. Also I took the liberty of calling a certain Admiral.”

Your heart soared that your sisters and your father figure would get to celebrate with your new family. Pulling Jake into another hug, the only thing you could think to say was, “I love you.”

He responded in kind, “I love you too.”

The two of you stood up, and Jake thanked the choir for staying a little over.

“Why here? Why in the church?” you asked, as the two of you were walking out.

Jake laughed, “Well it just felt right, God brought you to me, and you met me, the real me, in a church. Why not propose in one too?”

Clutching his arm in yours, you let Jake escort you to the truck. He opened the door for you and gave you a hand to help you climb in. Before he went around to his side of the truck, he took your left hand in his, pressing a kiss to the ring that was still cool on your skin. With a smile and a little jog, he made his way around the truck. The whole ride back to the ranch was spent talking about plans for the future, from the date of the wedding to what you were going to name your first born, and you couldn’t have been happier.

----

When you arrived back at the Seresin ranch, the rest of the family was already there for their usual Sunday brunch, you hesitated before getting out of the truck. Jake looked at you curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“How do we tell them?” you asked, a grin on your face.

“I’ll let you decide, baby,” Jake said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You hummed, “Let’s just see who notices first, shall we?”

Jake laughed, “You are such a shit stirrer,” he said.

“Yes, but I’m your shit stirrer,” you bit back, the smile that was stuck to your face never leaving.

Jake opened the front door for you and the two of you were immediately accosted by Gio, “How’d it–” he let out a surprised grunt as Jake clasped a hand over his mouth and dragged him out the front door.

You laughed, closing the door behind them as you made your way further into the house.

—

Jake pulled his hand away from his brother’s mouth, the two might have been grown men, but they still fought like children, “John, that’s gross,” he said, wiping his hand off on his jeans, “You are like forty-three grow up.”

“I am your brother, if you put your hand over my mouth, I am going to lick it,” he said in a defensive tone, “How’d it go? Did she say yes? Did she cry? Did you cry?”

Jake laughed, putting his hands on his head and walking off the porch. He turned back to his brother and shouted, not caring if they heard inside, “She said yes!” but then immediately lowering his voice, “But you can’t say anything she wants to see who notices first.”

Gio nodded, grinning, “Okay, I won’t say anything, but you have to explain to Alessa why I knew before she did or she is going to kill me tonight in my sleep.”

Jake laughed, “Yeah, yeah I’ll tell her,” he replied before Gio opened the front door and they made their way into the house.

—

You made your way into the kitchen, joining the other women as they set about preparing lunch. Isabella guided you towards a pile of ingredients she had laid out on a side of the kitchen counter alongside a printed out recipe for muffins. Without trying to be subtle, you removed your ring and set it on the counter before mixing up the ingredients and pouring the batter into greased tins. Once your hands were washed clean of any leftover specks of chocolate, you slid your ring back on, holding your hand out to admire it in the light of the kitchen.

Squeezing past the Seresin women, you walked to the coffee machine, dropping a latte pod in the compartment and pressed the power button, reaching to grab one of the cups Sofia had unloaded from the dishwasher only a minute ago. She smiled at you kindly, completely oblivious to the ring.

Maria called your name from the living room, requesting your help with an inconsolable Bianca. Gio had disappeared off to the garage with Jake to play a round of pool with Tony and their father, leaving poor Maria alone with all four children. She was trying to comfort the baby, keep the boys from arguing and stop Catalina from playing the same episode of paw patrol for the fourth time in a row. You deposited your cup on the dining room table, joining Maria with a light jog. As you reached the boys, you gently grabbed their arms and separated them.

“Luca, you know we don’t hit. Hitting is not nice. We are nice to our siblings. Do you understand,” you told the eldest boy sternly, pointing one finger in the air, “What do you say to your brother?”

“That’s a pretty ring Y/n,” he said, bringing the collar of his shirt up to bite on it, not registering what he had said until Maria spoke, you pulled it down from his mouth, “We don’t eat our clothes, breakfast will be ready soon.

“What did you just say Luca?” Maria asked, dumfounded

“I said Y/n had a pretty ring,” he repeated. You braced yourself for her reaction, “it’s on her hand, right here,” he added, grabbing your hand and holding it up for his aunt to see.

“Oh my God. Oh my God! Mamma, ce l'ha fatta! He did it! He proposed!” She screamed holding your hand in hers.

Something heavy shattered in the kitchen. A second later, Isabella ran into the living room, her hands covered in flour from the roll of cinnamon rolls that she had been preparing to bake. She had a spot of flour on her face, but her apron was a mess with it. You assumed the shattering noise had been their ceramic flour jar. Letting out a small squeak as she tugged you to her, she looked at the ring on your finger before looking into your eyes, “You take good care of my boy, okay?”

“I will,” you promised. At that moment, the door to the garage burst open and Tony ran into the room.

“What’s the ruckus about?” Tony glanced into the kitchen before adding, “Oh my God, mamma, did you drop the flour?”

“Nevermind the flour! Jacob proposed!” she scolded him, you had never seen her so flustered.

“Mamma mia! It’s been like, three hours, are you just noticing now?” Gio said, appearing behind Tony and scaring him half to death. He leaned against the door, inspecting his nails looking smug when a pillow connected with his face and knocked him to the floor from the surprise.

“YOU KNEW! You little -- Piccolo topo! You little rat! You knew!” Alessa screamed, pointing an accusatory finger at her husband.

“Well, I….I…Jacob told me first?” he said questioningly trying to deflect her anger on to his brother.

“Don’t you dare throw him under the bus,” she said, walking over to him, “How long have you known?”

Gio hesitated, and before he could answer, Alessa started on him again, “You aren’t supposed to keep any secrets from me Giovanni.”

“Now, what’s all this commotion, has somebody died?” Giovanni Senior said, climbing up the garage stairs with Jake hot on his heels.

“Bambino!” Isabella screeched, running up to her youngest son, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him all over, “Oh, my Bambino!”

Giovanni Senior looked on at the scene, the women huddled together by the dining room table, Maria standing over three very confused children, and you still crouching on the carpet as both of his sons stared at his youngest with shit eating grins.

“Oh, Cieli, has he done it?” Giovanni asked, “Bambino, tu hai proposto! You proposed!” he added, practically ripping Jake away from his mother’s grasp to engulf him in a bone breaking hug, “Io sono così orgoglioso,” he added, holding Jake out in front of him.

“Yes, Jacob, we are all so very proud,” Isabella said, rubbing his arm with a loving look on her face.

“Of both of you, of course. We are so very proud of both of you,” Maria said, throwing her parents a strange look, “It is such a shame your family isn’t there with you though,” she added.

“Actually, I am picking them up from the airport in three hours,” Gio said, hiding behind Tony in case Alessa fancied exercising her throwing arm again at his reveal that he knew more of the plan than he had let on.

“Yeah, I arranged for them to--” Jake said, interrupted by his ringing phone, “Bob’s calling, I’ll be right back,” he added, turning away from the group and walking back towards the garage, only to come back three minutes later, “Okay. How does Bob know?”

“I have no idea,” Maria lied, “Who’s Bob?”

“You know what, when he proposes, Maria, I will call your friends before you get to. We’ll see how you like it, then,” Jake told his sister, whose cheeks proceeded to turn a light shade of pink.

“Please, do not make me get the argument jar out on such a happy occasion,” Isabella begged, finally brushing the flour off of her apron, “We will need to hoover before your family arrives, Y/n, and I will make my lasagna,” she mumbled to herself, “Or maybe spaghetti?”

“So, spill,” Tony said, gently punching Jake in the arm, “How did you do it? Did you ask her father?”

“Yes, Antonio, I asked her father. I tried to ask him on base but he pretty much sent me packing. Something about not wanting to cry at work,” Jake said, winking at you when you smiled. He walked up to one of the sofas, sitting down and motioning for you to sit next to him, “So, we went to theirs that evening. I was shitting myself --”

“Language!” Isabella shouted from the kitchen.

��Si, sorry Mama,” Jake replied, “I was nervous, and Y/n didn’t know, so obviously she kept telling me to ‘relax, it’s just dinner’,” he laughed, poking you in the ribs, “So I asked and he said yes. His wife told me to call her sisters to see if they knew what Y/n might want, which I did as soon as I got home and they told me that they had a ring that her grandmother had left in her estate. We used one of the rings her sister Audrey ‘forgot’ to give back to her to get the ring resized and then we set about figuring out how I would get the ring. Now, at Thanksgiving we briefly floated the idea of a road trip and I figured it was the perfect cover to get the ring, then I emailed our Father here and asked if there was any way we might be able to work it into Mass. He obviously said no, but he offered to ask the choir to stay behind an extra fifteen minutes. So, after Mass this morning, while Gio very kindly herded you all far away, I proposed,” he explained.

“Aww, did he do a speech?” Sofia asked you, sitting down on the arm rest of the sofa chair her husband was sitting on.

“Yes, it was very cute,” you replied, looking at Jake for a moment, then you looked at her conspiratorially, “I cried,” you whispered.

She winked at you, “Did he cry?” she asked. Jake didn’t answer but his silence was telling enough, “Oh Bambino, if you cry at the proposal, how will you be during the wedding?” she laughed.

“Speaking of weddings, have you guys already thought of a date?” Alessa asked, rocking Bianca in her arms.

“We were thinking Spring next year,” Jake replied.

The questioning lasted for a while longer. It only stopped when Gio stood up and clapped his hands together, “I’m off to the airport,” he announced.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Isabella flew into a frenzy. She loaded you and all her children with chores and tasks until Gio’s truck pulled into the driveway and Cyclone, Elisabeth and your sisters jumped out of the cab. By the time they did, the house had been cleaned from baseboards to chandeliers and garage to attic, the bedding had been changed, washed and dried, and enough food to feed a small army battalion had been made. Tony had even been sent to the shop to fill up the drinks’ fridge.

Gio opened the front door, ushering the shocked group of guests into the house, immediately upon seeing their sister, Annie and Audrey both said, “You didn’t tell us he was rich too.”

You felt a blush spread over your cheeks in embarrassment, thankfully Isabella came to your aid, “Oh, it is so good to finally meet you two, Y/N has told us so much about you both. I’m glad you like the house, it’s been in the family for generations.”

Pushing out a breath, you plastered a smile to your face, “Yes, Annie and Audrey this is everyone,” you said, slowly going over the whole Seresin clan in detail.

When you finished you were pulled into a hug by Beau, “I’m so happy for you,” he whispered in your ear.

“You didn’t give him too much trouble did you?” you asked him, “When he came to ask?” you clarified.

“No, okay well maybe a little, I had to have some fun,” he said defensively and you laughed.

Lizzie pulled you into a hug next, “Let’s see the ring,” she said, taking your hand gently in hers, “It’s your grandmothers?” she asked.

“Yes, she wore it every day for seventy years,” you said at that moment Annie cut into the conversation, “We wanted you to have it,” she said, “I’ve been saving it since she passed.”

“Thank you,” you said, tearing up a little.

“Now, now,” Isabella said, fanning her own eyes, “No more tears on such a happy day. Dinner will be done shortly. Maria, will you show the Simpsons up to their rooms?”

Annie and Audrey didn’t bother to correct her assumption of their last name, and you saw a smile spread across Beau’s face. Giving him one last side hug, you made your way into the kitchen to help Isabella finish up with the meal.

Dinner went smoothly and by the end of the night, everyone was laughing together like old friends. Now the only people you had left to tell were the team, well besides Bob. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too shocked with the news.

—

Later that night, you were getting ready for bed in Jake’s room, he had been booted to the couch due to the influx of visitors, when there was a knock on the door. Turning around, you found Annie standing there holding two mugs of tea, “Mind a little company?”

“With you? Never. Where’s Audrey?” you asked, taking the cup from her and taking a seat upon Jake’s bed.

“She’s talking with Maria, apparently they are bonding,” Annie said with a smile, “I have some good news!”

“Ohh, tell me more!” you said excitedly.

Annie paused for a moment before continuing, “Well, Rooster and I have been texting.”

“Oh that’s so good. He is perfect for you,” you said, “How do you like him?”

“Well he is so sweet when he wants to be, and he sends me memes that he thinks are funny, he is a goofball, but I think I really like him,” she said, looking down at the cup in her hands.

Setting your hand on top of hers, you said, “I’m really happy for you Annie. I hope things with Rooster work out.”

“Me too, then we would have to double down to find Audrey someone,” Annie said laughing.

The two of you sipped your tea and chatted. You didn’t get to catch up with your sisters often, and with the line of work that you were in, you tried to take every opportunity to do so when you had time.

When you both started to feel tired, you took the cups downstairs. Jake was already asleep on the couch, his nerves must have tired him out. Bending down, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, brushing your fingers across his forehead moving a piece of his hair back in place you whispered, “I love you.” You pulled the blanket that had made its way down to his waist up to his shoulders before heading up to bed.

—

“Guys, last call!” Penny shouted to the remaining eighteen patrons of the Hard Deck. It was getting late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. Still over the moon after what happened in Texas, you and Jake had decided the night was still young, and while no one but the two of you knew the occasion, there was much to celebrate.

With this in mind you fought the sleepiness and the comfortable warmth Jake’s arms were providing and left the couch to order a drink at the bar.

“I’ll just have a sugar-free Pepsi, Penny, please,” you asked.

“Not a big drinker?” A voice next to you asked. It belonged to a man about your age, dark curly hair, brown eyes and the kind of smirk that sent shivers up your spine. You recognised him from somewhere and when he spoke you remembered seeing him hug Jake at the Christmas market, “Do I know you, I feel like I know you?”

“No, I don’t think you do,” you replied, eager to get away. Penny hadn’t given you your drink yet, but you figured you would wait where the officer wasn’t likely to follow, seeing as he had very wisely chosen not to approach the dagger squad all night.

“Well, I think I’d like to,” he said, blocking your path with his arm. The smirk remained, but whatever warmth he had in his eyes earlier had vanished now. You looked at the team, trying to catch their eye but they had all bunched up by Fanboy to watch something on his phone. None of them were even looking up. You tried to seek help from Penny, figuring that if anyone had the power to throw him outside it would be her, but her call for last orders had brought a nice throng of people by the bar top and she remained occupied.

“I’m not interested,” you said, trying to push past him. As soon as he felt you fight his arm, he moved his entire body in front of you, effectively sandwiching you between the bar and himself and hiding you from anyone who could possibly come and save you.

“Sure you are, doll. My name is Dylan,” he replied, moving closer to you, “That’s a pretty necklace you have there,” he added, pointing towards the golden rosary. You had worn it every day since Jake had gifted it to you, taking it off only to sleep and shower. It was something you held impossibly dear, and yet, if you had thought it would get him away from you, you would have gladly ripped it right off of your neck.

“You a catholic? I like the catholic,” he started, “especially the girls,” he said with a wink, “they’re all so… Innocent. Are you innocent?”

“Please leave me alone,” you said, your skin starting to crawl from here he had his hand on you.

He pouted, “Aww, I’m sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable? That’s a shame. I really don’t mean to…” he said, moving one of his hands to touch a strand of your hair that had fallen from your clip onto your shoulder, “I’m just asking questions, getting to know you better, you know?”

“Please, leave me alone,” you repeated, more self-assured and louder this time. Still he did not move or let you go. He cocked his head to the right and looked you straight in the eyes.

“Pretty girl like you, I bet you’re a good catholic girl. I bet you’re waiting for your prince charming. Tell you what sweetheart, how about I show you a good time while you wait,” he winked, “Tell me honey, do you still have that schoolgirl uniform lying around? We’ll put it to good use.”

“I’m sure we will, isn’t that right, baby? I’m sure it’ll be great when we need it to mop your blood off of the fucking floor,” Jake appeared behind the man, towering over him with a dark look on his face, Dylan turned around as soon as he heard the menacing tone of voice with which your fiancé was speaking, “Bobby, why don’t you show Y/n that video you took at church last Sunday, I think Dylan and I are going to go for a walk,” he added, still staring straight at the man.

Once you slipped past the both of them and into Bob’s reassuring arms, Jake grabbed Dylan by the collar of his service uniform and all but dragged him outside, Rooster and Coyote following close behind. Bob rubbed circles on your back as he guided you back to the sofa, making sure to seat you somewhere where you wouldn’t be able to see Jake.

----

“Dylan, what the fuck are you doing?” Jake said as soon as the Hard Deck’s front door closed behind them. He walked off of the deck, still holding tightly onto the kid’s khakis. Once he set foot on the concrete parking lot, he swung his arm around, letting go of the kid and watching him hit the floor with a satisfying thud.

Dylan stood up quickly, limping slightly as he took a few steps back. He wiped his hands clean of gravel and grime onto the front of his trousers, inspecting the tiny cuts and future bruises his fall had caused.

“What’s your problem, Seresin? You might have run shit at home, but you ain’t running shit in San Diego,” Dylan said, spitting at the floor in front of Jake.

Jake took a few steps forward until he stood a few feet in front of the kid, “That was my fucking fiancé, kid,” he said.

“Huh,” the kid smiled slyly, “Not that innocent after all,” he added.

By the time Rooster and Coyote had sprung into action, Jake’s fist had already connected with Dylan’s head, knocking him out cold even before he hit the floor. Rooster walked up to the kid, checking him for any signs of serious injury while Coyote tried to stop Jake from kicking the man and finishing the job.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, dude,” Rooster said, jumping to Coyote’s side once the other man started struggling against Jake’s strength, “You need to calm the fuck down,” he added.

Jake took a few deep breaths, “I’m good, I’m okay,” he panted. The fight had been one of the shortest of his life, but the adrenaline had the same effect it always did and made him breathless. He bent down with his hands on his knees for a second before standing back up, only to immediately bend down again when Coyote drove his fist into his stomach, “What the fuck was that for?”

“Fucking fiancé dude?! You proposed? I thought I was your best friend, man!” Javi exclaimed.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said, wincing from the pain, “We haven’t told anyone. Wanted to ask you to be my best man at the same time…”

“Yeah, whatever, dude,” Coyote said, pushing past him. He reached the door before turning around, “Wait, what?” he asked incredulously, “Are you serious, best man?”

“Yeah, obviously. I just -- you know, ask properly. Not in the middle of a fucking parking lot next to a knocked out asshole,” Jake replied, gesturing around him at the parked car and Dylan, groaning as he came to.

“Yeah, that’s fair…” Coyote finally said, “Huh, Jake Seresin, walking down the aisle… Well I never,” he added with a wide smile.

“And the first one too,” Jake laughed.

“Congratulations man,” Rooster clapped him on the back, “Engagement suits you. You look good.”

“I am good, Bradshaw. Very good,” Jake replied with a smirk, “I’m over the fucking moon, man. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever had to do,” he admitted with a nervous laugh.

“How did you do it?” Coyote asked as he and Rooster joined Javi near the door.

“I proposed after church one day, we went up to the front while my family was waiting outside and went down to one knee and proposed,” Jake said, a far off look on his face.

“Sounds nice,” Rooster said, grinning at him, “How about we get you a drink? My treat, man.”

Rooster opened the door, calling over to the bar, “Penny! Could you get Jake one last whiskey please, and put it on my tab, would ya?”

“Ooh, what are you celebrating?” She asked with a laugh.

Jake shot you a look, asking for permission to reveal your secret. When you nodded, he smiled, “I proposed,” he said. Penny cheered loudly, going to grab her nicest bottle of whiskey and pouring him a double. You joined Jake by the bar.

“Hang on. I don’t get it,” Harvard slurred, “You proposed to that kid?”

Jake looked at Harvard, then at you, and back at Brigham again, “Yes Brig. I proposed to the kid. He tried out one of the pickup lines he used on Y/n and I just felt so overcome by love and adoration that I proposed on the spot,” he deadpanned. Raising his arm for you to slot into.

“‘At’s nice, man. ‘S very nice. How -- how‘re you going to tell Y/n?” He asked, leaning forwards towards Jake and falling flat on his face.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, dude,” Yale said, picking up his friend and sitting him down on one of the comfortable sofas. He removed Harvard’s pint out of his hand, and by the time he had put it down on the pool table, he had already fallen asleep.

Once that commotion had blown over, the rest of the squad descended upon you and Jake with questions and Congratulations. After another hour, Penny finally closed down the bar, ushering you all into the parking lot. Jake climbed into your car, folding himself into the passenger seat of your Mini Cooper.

You stopped in front of his apartment building, putting the car in neutral and engaging the handbrake to allow you to give Jake a proper goodbye. You leaned over to him and kissed his lips, cupping his face with one hand. When you came up for air, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, “Goodnight, future Mrs. Seresin, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mr. Seresin. Sleep well,” you replied. He unbuckled himself and opened the passenger door, kissing your lips one last time before leaving the car and walking up the stairs towards his apartment.

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Photos of the original McDonald’s in in Illinois, which opened in 1955, and has been preserved as a museum, showing what it was like to dine there back then. [businessinsider.com]

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‘Hair’ Military Jacket

Clearly built to last, this red-and-green military jacket was worn by an ensemble member in the original 1968 production of “Hair,” the 2008 Public Theater revival in Central Park, the 2009 Broadway revival and that production’s 2010 transfer to London. But it most likely dates back even further, said McDonald, who received a Tony nomination for designing the costumes for the Broadway revival and loaned the jacket to the museum. “It was likely used in a production of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ at the Public in the 1960s,” he said.

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Church Encounters Chapter 12

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