HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @destieldrabblesdaily !!!! Shirley, you are the best. the absolute best. HERE IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT OF A HIGH-SCHOOL AU FOR YOU <333
Dean let out a long, slow breath.
He’d imagined this moment so many times that he’d managed to make the reality of it feel like another daydream. Should he do it at school, or somewhere else? Separately, or all at once? Slowly, or bluntly? Seriously, or as a joke? Over and over, round and round, he’d pictured how he should come out to his friends.
And now here he was, with them all gathered around one of the tables at lunch. It was too hot for them all to be hungry; the summer had set in early, and it was all around them - in the discarded juice boxes littering the floor, and the scent of hot tarmac outside, and the whine of the air conditioning. It was putting sheens on foreheads and turning skin to gold - and Dean and his friends were at one of the outside lunch tables, enjoying it.
Jo and Anna were laughing together about a video that Ash was showing them on his phone; Charlie was talking at length to Garth about the Dungeons and Dragons game that they were both a part of, and Hannah was quietly biting into an apple as she listened in. And opposite Dean, Castiel was reading his book.
Dean watched them all for a moment, unnoticed. He had his bare arms resting on the hot metal of the table, his t-shirt sticking slightly to his lower back in the heat. Soon, they’d need to move inside - but first, he had something he needed to tell them. They were his friends. He wanted them to know.
He took a deep breath, and let it go. He could feel his heart pounding.
“Dean?” Castiel said softly; when their eyes met over the table, Dean swallowed. Castiel’s face shifted; it was the barest hint of a frown, the tiniest tilt of the head, the gentlest clouding of his blue eyes - but in the silent language that they’d built up over the years, it was a clear question. Of course, Dean thought, Castiel would realise that something was wrong.
“But, I can’t! You’re waving scissors around my hair precariously and I, for one, do not want my beautiful hair chopped off. It’s the selling factor for many of my tiny planet explorers,” PJ states, watching your hand holding neon pink scissors with distaste.
“You asked me to cut it! If you didn’t want me to cut it then why did you ask me?”
PJ runs his hand through his hair and it makes a “pfft” sound as if rolling it’s eyes at you. You give a withering, mocking smile at his hair and shake your head. PJ stifles a laugh and you turn your glare to him.
Hello! Could you do prompt 22 with Loco, please! I doubt you get this enough but thank you so so much for all you do! Your writing is amazing and I’m always excited when you post! I hope you have a good day/night 💕
22. “Who is she/he?”
You’re an angel! ilysm! I hope u like it!
Clubbing and partying two things that you did way too often all for one reason - Loco
You weren’t one to go clubbing or go out to parties but whenever Loco invited you out you’d say yes in an instant, you liked him but who didn’t? Every time you went out with aomg you see Loco as one of the guys surrounded by girls it annoyed you and you kicked yourself for saying yes every time he asked you to come with them.
This time instead of sulking in a corner having a drink after a drink you decided to enjoy yourself, Loco didn't care neither did you. You drank some water and went out to the dance floor, soon you were surrounded by people - mostly guys.
Loco noticed one particular guy had his hands all over you and how you didn't stop him like you usually would. You danced with this guy for a while and decided to bring him to the VIP area, you noticed Loco looked irritated but you shrugged it off, you sat your new friend down and sat on his lap as there were no other seats. Loco was so angry, how could you do this?
You looked at Loco who was now glaring at you, he got up, grabbed your arm and dragged you outside, you being someone who can't say no to Loco let it all happen, the cold air hit you causing you to shiver, Loco let go of your hand and instead wrapped his arms around your waist he looked into your eyes you couldn’t tell what was on his mind but you knew you wanted to find out
“Who is he?”
a/n: maybe this could be a full scenario - but I’ll let you all decide!