Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I keep getting these fantastic ideas, writing about half of them, and then not writing the rest because I just can't. I swear, I've written eleven different one-shots that I've only gotten halfway or more through, and then adding a sentence here and there. I just can't finish them. Bleh! If anyone has any ideas on how to get rid of this annoyingly specific writer's block, please share them.

Anyway, big thanks to everyone who has been so patient with me and especially BJXCBFOREVER, gamer girl247, and Cupcake-Ninja-Platypus for reviewing!

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5. Smile (Prompt 017)

Believe it or not, Anti-Cosmo had been nervous before. He was slightly nervous the first day of High School, (but only because he nearly forgot his wand, which was his only real means of defence. An effective one, at that) he was nervous when he was triple-dog-dared to kiss Anti-Luciana, (because her breath was notoriously smelly) and he was nervous when his mother said she had a 'surprise' for him (which was that she was kicking him out. No matter, he'd thought. He hadn't liked the pesky woman much anyway).

Though they were all pretty nerve-racking, none of those moments can even come close to a certain Friday the Thirteenth many, many years ago . . .

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He had been glad she wasn't a perceptive anti-fairy, or she probably would've asked him why he looked like he was going to barf all day. It certainly felt like he was going to.

He thought about putting it off until tomorrow, but then remembered that he had been putting it off for days. You will do this today, he instructed himself.

So when he felt the undeniable pull of bad luck tug them, instead of poofing straight to the unlucky soul, he brought them to the spot where they both met: a gnarled, burned tree a little ways from Anti-Carl Poofy Pants High.

Anti-Wanda grinned and raised her black wand, ready to hex the living daylights out of the unfortunate soul who dared to spill the salt shaker, but there was a small problem. There was no spilled salt. There wasn't even an unfortunate soul.

Confused, she turned to her boyfriend, who just gave her an odd little smile. "Anti-Wanda, do you know where we are?" He asked, looking curiously at her. She couldn't put a finger on it, but there was something . . . off about his smile.

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding her head. "'Dis is where I first met 'cha!" She took a quick glance around, and a dopey smile unknowingly found its way onto her face. Then she frowned again as she remembered something; a very rare feat. "But why is we here? I thought we's was gonna cause some more bad luck!"

Anti-Cosmo didn't reply immediately, instead taking her by the hand and leading her underneath the tree. "I want to ask you something." It took almost all of his concentration to keep his voice steady, but he did it. For now.

Anti-Wanda tipped her head to the side.

"From the day I first met you, I knew you were special," he began, taking a deep breath in. "Perhaps a tad annoying, sure, but you were special. It's like you had this little light inside of you, that apparently only I could see. And like a moth to a flame, I was attracted to that light." He paused, allowing her time to try to comprehend his words. "You know, before I met you, I was completely content with living in solitude, with only my plans for company. But then I did meet you, and everything changed. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be around someone." And I hope you feel the same way, he added silently.

She continued to stare at him, curiosity alight in her pink eyes. "My dear, you are an exception to a rule I've always though ridiculous: opposites attract. But still, you are the only one I would ever even consider asking this." Suddenly, he wasn't nervous anymore. It was like a sudden calm had settled over him, and he had complete confidence that everything would be perfect. "So I ask you," he began to kneel on his left knee, and pulled out a tiny black box. As he opened the lid to her, he hoped for the best.

"Anti-Wanda Venus Fairywinkle, will you marry me?"

For a moment she didn't respond, and the nervousness came racing back. He couldn't read her face. What if she said no? He should've just waited, he knew he should've waited! Thoughts raced through his head at lightning speed, and his heart rate picked up. He shouldn't have been nervous, though.

Because then she smiled the biggest, widest, prettiest smile he'd seen in his entire life and tackled him to the ground with a lung-crushing hug and began kissing him feverishly.

Luckily, he had shut the box when he noticed her diving toward him, so the ring was alright.

The same could not be said for the condition of his hair, as it was now covered in mud and grass and it looked more like a cat's hairball than actual hair, but he didn't mind.

After he had recovered, he smiled up to the anti-fairy with her arms wrapped around him. "I'll take that as a yes, I suppose." He whispered in her ear, the hair tickling his lips.

Her eyes flicked open, and she shifted so her legs were straddled on either side of him. "Good, 'cause I say yes!" She leaned over to give him a small peck on the lips. Before she could recede too far though, Anti-Cosmo pulled her back down for another, longer kiss.

Being the sneaky devil he was, he flipped her over as they were kissing, so she was the one lying on the ground.

So when Anti-Wanda tried to 'raise' her head after their lips had parted, she ended up knocking it against the ground. Confused, she glanced from side to side and after a moment, realised what had happened. In annoyance, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yur mean," she said childishly, looking up at her grinning fiancé.

"But you love me for it, do you not?" Anti-Cosmo helped her to her feet. She glared at him for a second, but then relaxed and nodded reluctantly.

"Ya still mean."

He scooped her up bridal-style, as she let out a small squeal of protest.

"And you're still beautiful." Is it merely me, or do I excel at making her blush? Anti-Cosmo couldn't resist thinking to himself as his new fiancée's cheeks turned a few shades darker.

She squirmed in his arms, and he reluctantly let her down. She joined hands with him, and it was that action that reminded Anti-Cosmo of something.

"Wait," he said, removing the ring from its case. He knelt down once again, and gently slipped it over the appropriate finger, laying a soft kiss atop the hand before rising again. "Perfect. You're perfect," he smiled again at her as they joined hands.

He turned to glance at her once more. "Ready to go, dearest? The bad luck shan't create itself you know."

"Uh-huh!" She said with a toothy grin.

Hand-in-hand, they poofed away, ready for whatever life decided to throw at them.

As my little cousin would say: "And dey wived happily eva afta!" (1180 words, if you're wondering.)

When (notice how I said when and not if.) you review, tell me when you realised he was proposing. I tried to give little hints, (and clichés XD) but I want to know if they worked.

Reviews are my drug. I know I don't really deserve them, but hey, I sure appreciate them!

Also, I apologise in advance for however long it takes me to post the next chapter. School's a female dog. Oh, and just to let you know, the prize for figuring out the reference in chapter 2 is still up for grabs. ;)