#even though i do like in the show that daisy comes to her own realization to go to rehab (even though we don't see it simone just mentions i

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * QUIL ATEARA HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 being in a relationship with quil | swan!reader

you arrive in forks in the middle of a cold, gray april.

your parents insisted you come stay with charlie to “keep bella company”—a thin excuse to nudge you into her world after everything that happened with edward.

they said she needed family, but truthfully, you think she just needs space. still, you go.

you and bella have always been close but in a quiet way—not the typical friend/sisters relationship.

she’s quieter, more reserved. you’re more outspoken, more curious. you fill the silences she keeps.

it takes time for her to open up, but you’re patient. you don’t press. you just exist beside her, light-hearted when she needs it, quiet when she doesn’t.

you catch her watching you sometimes, like she’s remembering what it’s like to not be carrying the weight of the world alone.

bella is glad you’re back with her, even though she won’t necessarily express it with words.

a few weeks after you arrive, bella brings you to emily’s house for a bonfire. she says some of her friends will be there—no details, of course, just that they’re “good people.” you’re suspicious, but curious.

that’s where you meet quil.

he’s laughing when you walk in—head thrown back, dimples on full display, teasing embry about something ridiculous.

he doesn’t see you at first. but the second he does, it’s like the air leaves the room for him. the laughter fades, and he just stares.

he doesn’t speak. doesn’t move. for a few seconds, he’s frozen like a statue—eyes wide, lips parted, heart thundering.

you blink at him, confused but intrigued. bella frowns from beside you, muttering, “seriously?” because she instantly knows what’s going on.

later, she corners him in the kitchen while you help emily slice bread.

“she’s off-limits, quil,” bella hisses.

“it’s not like that,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“it better not be.”

bella is protective in her own quiet way. she’s seen what the supernatural has done to her life. she doesn’t want you getting dragged into it, too.

quil tries to stay away after that. he really does. but it’s impossible. the imprint has him orbiting you like a planet around the sun—gravitational, inevitable.

he doesn’t push it. he doesn’t flirt. he just… shows up. quietly. constantly.

you’ll find him waiting outside with your forgotten jacket. sitting across the fire, eyes flicking toward you when he thinks you’re not looking.

his presence becomes a comfort before you even realize you’ve come to rely on it.

he hears your laugh and it stays with him for days. you joke with him once and he won’t shut up about it to embry. he teases jacob about bella, but meanwhile, he’s doodling your name in the margins of his notebook like a dork.

he softened around you in ways the pack loved to tease him for. even paul started calling him “loverboy” until quil threatened to dump an entire cooler of ice water on his head.

jacob notices too. you’ve known him since you were kids—back when you’d tag along with bella on beach trips and build sandcastles while she read books under the sun.

one day, jacob pulls quil aside, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“you know what you’re doing?”

“i didn’t choose it, jake.”

“i know. just… don’t hurt her.”

because despite everything, jacob still thinks of you as the girl who made daisy chains and forced him to play tag. he doesn’t want to see you hurt.

you don’t find out about the imprint until much later. quil never breathes a word about it.

he wants you to choose him, not feel bound by something cosmic. still, sometimes when he looks at you, there’s something heavy in his eyes—like he’s memorizing your every expression, every movement, as if you might disappear if he blinks too long.

the buildup is slow. excruciating, even. lingering glances. accidental touches that make your stomach twist.

you confide in him a lot more than you do bella. you can’t talk to her about anything without her giving you a lecture, but quil? he just listens. no judgment. just that soft-eyed, warm-smiled look that makes your heart flutter in ways you’re definitely not ready to admit.

bella is so over it.

“why are you always texting quil?”

“why are you always hanging out with jacob?”

“…touché.”

you and quil brush hands one afternoon while walking by the river and both of you freeze. he apologizes. you say it’s fine. but neither of you move for a solid thirty seconds.

you fall asleep against his shoulder once during a movie night at emily’s, and he sits completely frozen for the entire hour so he doesn’t wake you. when embry tries to snap a photo, quil growls.

bella softens eventually. she watches the way quil carries your bag without asking, how he gives you the last marshmallow without hesitation, how he stands a little closer when you look anxious around strangers.

she never says she approves—but she doesn’t stop it either.

one night, you found yourself curled beside him on the couch, feet tucked under your legs, your head accidentally resting against his shoulder. you didn’t even realize it until he turned his head slightly and whispered,

“you’re safe here, you know.”

your heart did a slow, soft somersault.

the feelings grow unspoken between you, like wildflowers in spring. gentle. persistent. beautiful in their quiet blooming.

when he finally tells you about the imprint, he does it with a sort of terrified softness. like he’s giving you the most vulnerable part of himself and fully expects you to walk away.

“i don’t want to scare you,” he says. “i just want you to know. so you understand why it’s always you for me.”

and you sit in silence for a long time, heart pounding, before you reach for his hand and whisper, “then I guess it’s a good thing i’ve been falling for you anyway.”

the shift in his face is like a sunrise cracking open after a storm. pure, blinding relief. and something close to awe.

he exhales, shaky, like he’s been holding his breath since the moment he met you.

“we don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs. “just—stay. that’s all i want. just… stay.”

and you do.

after that, quil can’t stop smiling. like really smiling. it’s soft, constant, and sometimes a little dopey—but it’s real.

every time your hand brushes his, or your eyes find his across a room, that little smile appears like a reflex he doesn’t know how to hide.

he walks you home that night, fingers laced with yours. not because he has to. because he wants to.

you stay up texting him under the covers like you’re thirteen again. he sends the cheesiest messages:

“i’ve literally never been this happy. ever.”

“what if i told you i can’t sleep because i keep smiling like an idiot?”

quil is endlessly soft with you. always touching you—lightly, reverently—like he still can’t believe you’re real.

a hand on your back. a thumb grazing your cheek when you’re tired. his hoodie always smells like the woods and clean laundry, and he lets you steal it without asking.

he doodles your name in the margins of his notebook during meetings with the pack. when embry catches him, he makes so much fun of him.

“dude, are you twelve?”

“you don’t understand,” quil replies dramatically. “i’m in love.”

he hasn’t kissed you yet—doesn’t want to rush. you can feel the way he holds back, like he’s scared of wanting too much too fast. but you also feel how badly he wants to.

you’re sitting on the beach with him again, watching the waves come in. his arm brushes yours, and you lean into his side without thinking. he stiffens slightly, then relaxes.

“you make it hard to be patient,” he murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear.

you glance up at him. his eyes are already on you—warm, wide, full of that unmistakable look. the one that says everything that words can’t.

you don’t even realize you’ve reached for his hand until your fingers are threading through his.

“then don’t be,” you whisper.

and that’s all it takes.

he shifts closer, eyes flicking to your lips like he’s still waiting for permission. so you nod, the tiniest movement—and then he leans in.

it’s soft. like a promise, not a question. his lips barely brush yours, but it’s enough to light your skin on fire.

he kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and then again like he knows you won’t.

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours and exhales, almost shaking.

“i’ve wanted to do that since the day i met you.”

“yeah?” you murmur, dazed. “took you long enough.”

he grins. you kiss him again.

his imprint might’ve been instant, but your relationship is slow and steady. he wants you—not just the bond. not some supernatural pull. every day, he wakes up and chooses you, and every day, he’s more sure than the last.

and every time he looks at you—really looks at you—his gaze still says it all:

you’re it. you’ve always been it.

[penkura]

last forever [13/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed without realizing how happy you would both become and the family you would create together.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and having a baby, that's all

Note: I didn't initially plan this. I was going to stop this fic at twelve chapters, but I felt like ch.12 was getting to be way too long so I broke it up and put the epilogue at the end of thsi one. Do not be surprised if I ever come back to this fanfic universe for one-shots or drabbles. This is shorter than I expected, but I'm happy with how it turned out, thanks for reading this fanfic, I hope you've all enjoyed it! :)

The latter bit is set ten years after chapter 12, Zoro is 31 and Reader is 30.

Taglist:

@misfits1a | @alucardsdaddyissues | @louweasleymalfoy | @fluffybunnyu | @yerrimm09 | @eyes-ofhell | @emmaiscool22 | @xenop0p | @hank88999

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4] ● [Ch. 5] ● [Ch. 6] ● [Ch. 7] ● [Ch. 8] ● [Ch. 9] ● [Ch. 10] ● [Ch. 11] ● [Ch. 12]

Your morning is quiet, despite Nami and Robin sharing knowing looks when you and Zoro entered the galley together for breakfast. Nami swears you're glowing and it grosses her out for a moment when she makes the suggestion to Robin who laughs, and says the three of you will need to have a girls night later to talk. No one asked where two had disappeared to the night before, it seemed like none of them had noticed, which you were grateful for. It kept you and Zoro from having to answer any awkward questions for the time being.

Zoro didn't notice or care, if someone had asked he would've told them, but still keep you from feeling embarrassed or anything, this is all still new to both of you of course. Breakfast goes by without anyone bringing anything up, even as Sanji gives you a smile that you return, discreetly showing him your ring and confirming that he was right, everything turned out okay so far.

Most of your day is spent doing the normal things you’ve always done, the Sunny is docked at an island for a restock, you choose to go into town with Robin and Jinbei, Zoro tried to go along but Nami pulls him back, telling you to go ahead while she takes your husband for help with other things. You don’t question it only because that’s completely normal, you don’t even question Robin in town when she tries to convince you to buy a pretty white dress you seem to be staring at. You try it on but don’t buy it, there’s no reason to.

“Are you sure, [Y/N]? It’d look lovely on you, I’m sure Zoro would think so too.”

“Nah, I don’t need it,” you laugh a bit as you go to look at something else that’s caught your eye, “Zoro doesn’t care what I wear anyway.”

“Mm…if you say so.”

You swear there’s something Robin isn’t telling you, even as you both try of different clothes and buy a few items, deciding you’ll bring Nami by later too, there’s plenty here she’ll like.

You do find it odd when Jinbei tries to get you to purchase a flower crown or a small bouquet of your favorite flowers for yourself, denying again that you really don’t need them. You’re not sure if you were imagining it or not, but you think the two share a knowing look with slight smiles as you head back to Sunny a while later.

When you make it back and see almost none of your crewmates around, you start to get suspicious something else is going on, especially seeing the way the ship deck is decorated to almost resemble a wedding, though with its own Straw Hat character, and Zoro waiting for you.

Face red, in a suit (that fits this time), and a bouquet of your favorite flower surrounded by daisies, heliotrope, and aster.

It dons on you immediately what Jinbei and Robin were doing, they were trying to get you ready for an impromptu marriage ceremony, but you didn’t catch on until now, you feel kind of stupid. Of course the white dress and small bouquet make sense now, even though Zoro hasn’t said anything. He doesn’t even notice you’re there at first, not until you say his name and he finally looks at you.

“Hey…you’re back.”

“What,” You’re trying hard not to cry but you can’t fight the smile that’s starting to creep onto your face as Zoro hands the flowers over to you, still nervous about this and maybe embarrassed over it, “What’s this about…?”

He’s quite for a moment, while you look over the flowers, a bright and happy look on your face. You know he’s had help with this, it’s what he and Nami were probably out buying while the others set things up.

“When we got married, legally, it wasn’t really a wedding,” scratching the back of his head, Zoro sighs just a bit before taking your hand and getting on one knee in front of you, returning the smile you’re giving him, “I know I was a stubborn ass about this for a long time, but you already know my thoughts on this, on us now…so I want to give you as real a wedding as I can. One you deserve.”

You have to stop yourself from laughing when it takes Zoro a minute to dig through the pockets he’s not used to find an engagement ring, one you don’t need but you figure Nami made him buy it just so you had one, even with your wedding band already on your hand.

“We’ve already got rings, and this time real witnesses,” you both can hear Luffy not so quietly asking Sanji for food before he's hushed and told to wait, everyone watching from the various places they’re hiding in, “Luffy’s ready to say whatever he needs to for us to be considered married on this crew, but I still have to ask you. So…will you marry me, for real this time, [Y/N]?”

“Of course, Zoro!” It’s not even something you can pretend to think about, not after everything you’ve gone through now. You throw your arms around him and Zoro hugs you close, there’s obvious relief like he was worried you’d changed your mind overnight while he tells you he loves you.

“Heyyy, can we do the ceremony now and eat?!”

“You idiot, she’s got to get dressed first!”

“Sanji made a great cake, it’s really sweet!”

“We were all glad when you went into town with Robin and Jinbei, we probably wouldn’t have gotten this all done if you hadn’t!”

“This is super great for both of you!”

“Yohohoho, I’ll get ready to play the wedding march then!”

“Mosshead, you better treat her right!”

“It’s wonderful to see you both happy now!”

“I may not have the full details of your circumstances, but congratulations to you both!”

You barely listen to your crewmates, your main focus being on Zoro and how this was pulled off so quickly, but you don’t bother to ask any questions, kissing your husband briefly.

“I suppose I should go get ready!”

“Yeah,” Zoro gives you a slight smirk before kissing your forehead, “I’ll be here, wife.”

Robin and Nami rush you off to your shared room to get you dressed, Robin having been sneaky and showing she’d purchased the dress she told you to buy, along with a small bouquet of flowers for you to carry. It’s nothing fancy, but that works perfectly with your relationship and how you’ve come together with Zoro.

Once they’ve got you ready the two go back to the deck to make sure everything and everyone is situated, sending Sanji after you a bit later, he’s agreed to be the one to give you away essentially, though you stop him just ad you’re about to head to the deck, he gives you a concerned look.

“Sanji, do you…do you think Zoro and I will last forever?”

Sanji takes a breath, before smiling and taking your hand as he lets it out.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a couple more destined to last than you two. Besides, I don’t think the mosshead is willing to wear a suit for just anybody.”

You laugh and agree, telling Sanji you’re ready before he leads you out to the deck.

It’s not a very long or formal ceremony, Luffy stumbles a few times trying to remember what he needs to say, he even gets choked up a few times when he thinks about how he’s seen you and Zoro go from a marriage born of convenience to now being in love and properly married. It almost gets to you as well, but you keep all your tears back, just a few slipping g out when Luffy tells Zoro to hurry up and kiss you which makes you laugh. You know Zoro hates public displays of affection, but he’s willing to look past it for you, only you he’d justify. After that Luffy shouts for the party to start, you and Zoro laughing together just a bit while he holds you close.

“Thanks for not giving up on me, wife.”

“Hmm, thanks for saving me, husband.”

Chopper is right, the cake Sanji made is sweet, you’re surprised Zoro even has some, that he mostly stays away from alcohol except when you bring him a drink later on. It prompts him to pull you to his lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek to make you giggle.

“What’s this for?”

“Nothing,” he sighs a bit, holding you closer and laying his forehead on your shoulder, “Just glad you’re my wife is all.”

“Forever, right?”

“Forever. No matter what happens.”

Nami and Sanji watch you two from the side, giving each other looks that tell more than anything they know you’ll make it. They’ve both watched you ever since they each joined, seen how Zoro treats you and how much you’ve come to love each other. Even when Luffy comes over and drags you away from your real, permanent husband to dance with your captain, the same look Sanji swore to you he’s always seen on Zoro’s face. Soft and loving, he just watches you while you and Luffy giggle together.

When everyone starts to settle down, you’re surprised by Chisa returning to you after being gone since you arrived in Wano. She stops in front of you with two letters, one you know is from Elias and the other from your parents, finally. You’re not sure what to think, even when Zoro wraps his arms around you and sets his chin on your shoulder.

“Well?”

Pursing your lips, you shrug, before tearing up the letter still in the envelope causing Zoro roll tighten his hold on you. For a minute you don’t say anything, before you sigh and lean back against him with a smile.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t want care about what they have to say…I only care about you.”

“Hmm,” Zoro kisses tour cheek which makes you giggle before you do the same to him, “That’s my wife, I’m proud of you.”

“Love you, Zoro.”

“Yeah…I love you too.”

You two are going to last forever.

+!+

~10 years later~

You have a newborn baby girl to care for now, literally minutes old as she lays next to you and cries, unhappy about her new surroundings. It’s the middle of winter and the only people you’re allowing around her at the moment are the midwives of Shimotsuki Village that had come to help you deliver your baby in the middle of the day. Every one of them praises you for doing so well, but all you care about is your daughter and Zoro getting to see her, to meet her face to face. He’d been more anxious about it as you got closer to your due date, neither of you knowing if you’d have a boy or girl until the moment you gave birth, and now you have her!

She’s perfectly chubby, her little hands trying to grasp at the air while she wails and kicks her feet at the same time, even as you take hold of one of her hands. You want to laugh seeing her hair is just a slightly darker shade of green than Zoro’s, but smile instead as you calm her down.

“Shh, shh, baby girl, everything’s okay. I’m here, sweetheart. Your daddy’s on his way.”

It’s not even five minutes later you hear Nami yelling outside your door about how someone could miss this, while Sanji starts to swoon at her for being so protective of you but asking her to calm down, stress isn’t good for her or their own baby either. You hear Luffy laugh a bit himself, saying something you can’t understand before Usopp and Robin suggest they all leave you alone, as the door to your room opens and you’re so glad to see who’s finally there.

“Zoro~”

“I’m sorry I missed it, I was asking master something,” Zoro takes your hand you reached for him with, kissing your forehead before he sits beside you, looking at your baby with nothing but pride and love on his face, “We…we have a baby…”

“We have a daughter, Zoro.”

“She’s perfect. Just like her mama.”

Rolling your eyes, you just watch for a few minutes while Zoro takes in the fact you have a daughter to raise now. Honestly, you had been expecting to have a boy, and Zoro never told you what he thought you might have, he said it didn’t matter because it was your child, you made this baby together, he’d love them no matter what. But seeing him gently stroke her hair and let her hold onto his finger, you swear you’re falling in love with him all over again.

“Did you ask your master what we talked about?”

Zoro doesn’t hear you at first, he’s too focused on your daughter and watching her settle down, starting to sleep, before he realizes you spoke to him and asks you to repeat your question. When you do so, he nods, looking back to your daughter.

“Well?”

“He said nothing would make him happier…”

Nodding, you sigh in content when Zoro kisses your forehead again, before doing the same to your daughter.

“Welcome to the world, Kuina.”

You plan to give your daughter everything you never had and more, all the love in the world and no expectations to marry rich unless she decides to. Watching Zoro with her the rest of the day makes you realize this was all you ever wanted.

To love someone and be loved the same, and give that love to your own child forever.

[quartztwst]

Your Local Flower Bullies

(No Yan Sim AU)

Their names (left to right): Anisette Selcouth, Daisy Marguerite, and Rosa Russelliana!!

They don’t rule the school since the student council does but they do have power and they abuse it constantly. They come from rich families and their families constantly support the school which makes Headmaster/Principal Crowley SUUUPPERRR happy to allow their kids to attend the school.

They are also Quartz’ past friends. They hold grudges against her.

Anisette Selcouth

Anisette loves to put on a show where people believe she's this elegant and kind woman. She loves the praise and compliments so she shows off a lot and puts others down. Sometimes she'll even manipulate things into making herself look good. The student council and staff might believe she's a well composed and mature student but she's absolutely ruthless and terrible to certain classmates.

She only picks on the weak and lonely because she knows people won't believe them.

"Ah? Quartz? That dumb girl? Hah! I can't believe I used to be friends with her. If you want more information on her, then you have the wrong person. I barely knew her myself."

Anisette and Quartz were friends since middle school until Quartz left the friend group at the start of highschool. Anisette was clearly angry about this since she felt like Quartz was her closest friend.. yet... she didn't know her at all.

During their friendship, Anisette vented a lot to Quartz about her family. She never felt so vulnerable with a person before and really appreciated Quartz's comfort and support.. But Quartz would never share any personal information to her in return which annoyed her. She wanted Quartz to feel comfortable with her too. (Ok this sounds so gay but stay with me now)

Quartz was always there for her yet she left so easily. Did their friendship mean nothing? Was picking on other students too much? What did she do wrong?

Or is it that boy Azul?

Daisy Marguerite

Daisy is a bright but sneaky girl. She really loves to spread gossip and rumors. She's actually the one making up every single rumor. Not a lot of people suspect her because of her "sweet" attitude.

Although she has a friend group, she actually feels really lonely and talks to flowers like they're her friends. She realizes after Quartz leaving, they all were starting to drift away and pay attention to other things. She only makes up rumors and gossip so she could be together with Anisette and Rosa.

She feels really useless to everyone and so the only place she would feel useful in is with her flowers. They won't leave her because they need her right?

"Quartz? Oh, her!.. That lonely girl that likes Azul? I find her kinda weird hehe.. Hey! I heard that she's actually a mean person! She used to beat other students up during middle school. Like I might be a little mean... but Quartz is WAYY worse! Hehe!"

She hates Quartz and resents her. She didn't have to leave the friend group and ruin everything. She messed up the closeness and warmth they had. Why couldn't she just stay?

Daisy finds Quartz idiotic and selfish because now she's alone again. No one wants to hang out with her. They're all busy. They're all gonna realize how much of a bad person she was and make fun of her. She hates being a butt of a joke. She doesn't want that again now that no one will care.

Rosa Russelliana

Rosa is slowly becoming a reformed bully. In the past, she used to hang with Anisette and Daisy and just mess with other students. She thought it was fun at first but she slowly realized how wrong it was. She was also a slacker in her past school days. Her grades and attendance were LOW low.

Because of her horrible reputation and rumors of her beating up other kids, everyone was intimidated by her and her strength. She gave up on joining a club and stays by Anisette and Daisy, accepting her role as some mean girl. Most of the time, she's alone and doing her own thing though.

"Quartz? Oh, yeah. I remember her.. I was friends with her once. I always thought her attitude was kinda fake y'know. Maybe she was faking it for us? So she wouldn't get bullied.."

Rosa doesn't know the reason why Quartz left. She doesn't even know if she even attends the school anymore because she doesn't see her. But Rosa accepts it because she understands that the environment they created was horribly toxic.

[francixoxoxo]

BILLY THE KID BASED OFF OF TAYLOR SWIFTS SONG ‘you belong with me’

Like he doesnt realize readers feelings for him because maybe hes caught up with some horrible girl but then ends up with reader after reader silently pining for forever 💕💕

You belong with me⋆.˚𖥔

Billy the Kid x fem!reader

desc; Billy mistakes infatuation for love, choosing another woman over you. You try to keep your feelings for him stifled, as you always have. But you can’t just stand by and watch him be played.

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐱𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞��𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐗𝐨𝐱𝐨

You loved Billy since you could remember.

Even when you first met him, shooting empty bottles off a fence, you found him handsome. Though you watched from afar, sitting in the crook of your claimed oak tree, you could see the practiced skill in his movements. He wasn’t doing anything fancy, wasn’t showing off. Just a young man practicing his aim.

The second day he came to that field, dotted with daisies and wildflowers, he noticed you and Introduced himself. Struck up conversation with the pretty girl up in the tree, reading away. Wasn’t long until he spent more time talking with you than shooting, wasn’t long at all until you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you in turn. A few months until attraction turned into love.

Billy trusted you with information he wouldn’t even tell Jesse, that later on he wouldn’t even tell Charlie or the Regulators. Information he would’ve taken to the grave, had you not come along. And you told him things you never dreamed somebody would lend their ears to. You never loved someone like you loved Billy. You held out hope that he loved you the same. Held out hope for many, many months that as the seasons changed, so would his feelings.

Your hopes were shot when Billy came to the field, full of glee as he sat down beside you against that old oak tree. “What’s got you smiling so hard?” You furrowed your brows, smiling at him. You hadn’t seen him in at least a week. “Where’ve you been?”

“Met a girl.” Billy couldn’t keep his joy to himself. He took off his hat, putting it behind his head as he leaned against the tree and sighing like a wistful teenage girl. You felt anything but euphoric. Your stomach sank to your knees, quite frankly. “She’s great, just great. You’d love ‘er, yanno. I— well, I think I love ‘er.”

You felt like throwing up. Truly sick to the stomach, not even trying to put on a smile. “Love her.” You repeated. He nodded, eyes wide as saucers. He was serious as death, wasn’t he? Oh, God. “How long have you— Who’s ‘her’?” You traded the first question for the most important in your spinning mind.

“Joan.” Billy said the name like it had been the only one he remembered how to say. You swallowed hard.

“Joan Black.” You breathed. You knew her. Your fathers were good friends, actually. She was a sweet girl. Beautiful, too. Oh, you really felt ill at the way he beamed and nodded. “That’s nice.”

It was not nice. Billy’d known her for a week, you found out after you circled back. Walked her home from the market when he saw she had three bags to carry all on her own. One week. One week, and he said he loved her? You felt like something had been torn from deep within you before you could truly appreciate it. Well. You couldn’t be upset, could you?

He wasn’t yours to begin with. So you bit your tongue to stifle a scream, to muffle a good telling-off about the difference between puppy-love infatuation and true, deep love. You sat through excruciating stories and ramblings about Joan for weeks. Painfully sweet descriptions of her dark hair, her gentleness, her apparently expansive knowledge of just about everything. You tried to brush off obvious red flags, because you didn’t want to seem jealous. Which you shouldn’t be.

Because he wasn’t yours to begin with.

What hurt most was that Joan seemed to be a good girl. You couldn’t blame Billy for finding her attractive, both in looks and personality. You tended to beat yourself up over that, until Joan and her father called on your father. It had been maybe two weeks since Billy broke the news to you. While the men talked in the sitting room over a bottle of whiskey, you had the chance to chat with Joan. You let her sit in your favorite rocking chair on the porch, trying to keep from glaring at her, from judging every hair on her head.

You’d never been so jealous. It was vile, the way you thought of her! She was just another girl who’d fallen head over heels for Billy, wasn’t she? You two should’ve gotten along. You opted to bond over him. “I heard ‘bout you and Billy. How’s that going?” The words were like bile on your tongue despite your sugary tone.

Joan shrugged, fixing her dark curls over her shoulder and smiling knowingly. “He’s all-right.” You couldn’t help furrowing your brows.

“Just all-right?”

“Well. He’s like a puppy dog, s’ almost annoyin’.” She rolled her eyes, smirking in good fun. As if this was just girl talk. You felt your stomach wrap itself into tangles. All you managed was a meek, “Oh.”

But she continued over your lame response, “I’m kinda twixt men right now, yanno? There’s Billy, sure… But you know David Peña? The ranchers son?”

It took you a moment to collect yourself enough to speak. What the Hell? Joan had a man like Billy, and she couldn’t accept just that? She just had to have it all, didn’t she? Oh, your blood was bubbling over, you wouldn’t be surprised if you looked down to find your dress stained crimson. “Yeah.” Joan looked at you expectantly, as if she wanted more of a response, so you shifted uncomfortably and nodded. “Peña’s handsome.” You really had to swallow down the bile in your throat to say, “I don’t blame you for wanting both.”

You absolutely did blame her. Billy being taken hurt you, but if you couldn’t have him then you’d atleast want it to be a woman who’d treat him right. You’d at least want to be able to admit that she was better than you. Joan smiled appreciatively, going on to talk about something you couldn’t care less about.

All you could feel was a strange.. satisfaction. It was selfish. So, so unbelievably selfish of you. But this meant that you hadn’t been bested. Joan wasn’t the better woman for Billy, not even close. It meant that you may have a chance.

Your hopes soared as you met Billy at the oak tree again. You weren’t sure how to break it to him, and suddenly, when you were looking into his eyes, you felt awful. How could you have been happy? Joan’s infidelity would crush his heart. What was a chance at being Billy’s girl when he’d be heartbroken?

Atleast, you felt bad until you finally got the words past your lips, and he looked at you like you were the devil. His jaw ticked, his eyes harshening as he stood up and told you, “Joan’d never. Don’t you say that about her, goin’ ‘round spreadin’ rumors ‘bout my girl.”

You’d been furious. But you swallowed it down along with every other emotion you felt about Joan. You remember shaking your head. “Do what you want. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he mirrored you, shaking his own head and huffing like a stubborn bull. When he stormed off, you’d only see him again in passing glances in town. Oh, did that hurt you. You should’ve kept your mouth shut. But you couldn’t bear the thought of such a good man as Billy being mistreated. Now he must’ve hated you for such a silly reason as talking badly about Joan.

He must’ve told Joan about it as well, because her eyes seemed locked in a perpetual glare at you. When her father called on yours again, she didn’t accompany him. Whatever. She wasn’t exactly a friend of yours, anyway. What you really mourned was the loss of Billy’s friendship. You considered it good as dead.

Though, when your father told you to put on a nice dress and come with him to a party Joan’s family was putting on, your hopes soared despite yourself. As you brushed a comb through your tresses, your mind dreamt up scenarios of running into Billy again. Maybe he’d forgive you for slandering Joan (even though it was for his own good!) and, in your wilder dreams, would confess that Joan was no good for him, and sweep you into his arms, kiss you like the fairytales…

You were being daft. Stupid. You put your hair into a neat bun, sighing at your reflection. Billy just couldn’t see that you were the one for him. Perhaps that was selfish, but lately you were finding that you were more selfish than you thought.

As soon as you arrived, a few daughters or other well-to-do ranchers and businessmen swarmed you, beckoning you to sit with them. You were actually grateful for the company. Though you were having a nice time, you didn’t see Billy anywhere. Your hopes stayed high, eyes darting around the room and training on any dark-haired man. None of them were him.

Joan, on the other hand, arrived soon after you. You couldn’t help staring at her as she kept to the edges of the room, talking to a girl you knew when you were young. You couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed that Billy wasn’t with her or sick that her other man must’ve been.

You forced yourself to avert your eyes when said man sauntered up to her, greeting her with a kiss to the cheek. Why did you do this to yourself? You shouldn’t have cared so much for a situation that— Billy had made very clear— didn’t involve you. But you cared for Billy. Even if he wanted nothing to do with you, you wouldn’t stop desperately wanting him to be happy.

You hesitantly sipped a mock-tail one of the girls had given you, pushing away thoughts of him, trying to have a good time. That was, until you felt a hand ghosting on your shoulder, and threw your head over it to see Billy, looming over you from behind the couch and smiling crookedly down at you. God, did he look handsome. He was wearing that navy hat, shading his eyes yet not hiding the beautiful azure of them. He was dressed well, too, not to the nines as you and practically everybody else in the room, but as good as an outlaw could get. A new navy button-up, a black vest and even a neck scarf. His clothes were only a ribbon, anyway, a neat little bow tying off the strikingly handsome man wearing them. Who, did you mention, was smiling at you for the first time in weeks?

“Hey. Long time no see.” Billy said it with a grin in his voice, so easily, like it was nothing. It was everything to you. You bit back a snarky Whose fault is that? In favor of smiling and nodding almost shyly. Words seemed impossible with how tight your chest was from happiness. You thought you caught him glancing you over quickly, your pretty dress and up-do. Billy threw you a little wink and nodded politely at the other girls around you. “Hope y’ladies don’t mind if I borrow her a sec?”

The girls nodded passionately, smiling and raising their brows at you in mixtures of second-hand excitement, congratulation and surprise. You set down your drink, excused yourself, and let Billy guide you to the porch. You gave Joan another look, grateful that she was busy.

“What is it?” You couldn’t help picking at your nails, pinching your brows. God, this was all so nerve wracking.

Billy stopped only a foot in front of you, his jaw tensing and his gaze flicking away for a brief moment. When those brilliant, gorgeous eyes settled on you, with so much intensity, you almost felt weak in the knees. “I wanted t’say m’sorry for bein’ so cold. It was petty of me. And wrong.”

Damnit. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to yell at him for treating you so badly for just looking out for him, but… you couldn’t. Damn him for being such a mature man. Looking up at his expression, his eyes, the set of his mouth, (you shouldn’t be looking there!) he was so sincere. He wasn’t staring at you expectantly, he wasn’t waiting for your forgiveness because he wasn’t apologizing to receive it— he was apologizing to apologize.

You weren’t too in love to be honest even with how hard your heart was thumping. You’d been waiting for so long for those words to slip from his lips, too long to let them pass by with a simple it’s okay. “It hurt. I never meant to upset you, Billy, I was just..”

Billy shook his head, reaching a gentle hand to your forearm before letting it slip just as fast, as if remembering something. “Y’didnt deserve that. Y’were just tryna help, I shoulda known that. I shoulda known you were just misled.”

You pressed your lips at that. Sure, you had your apology, but he still didn’t believe you. “I wasn’t misled.” You huffed, and Billy didn’t reply. His eyes brushed you up and down, but you didn’t lose become shy this time. “I’m serious. Joan isn’t good for you.”

Billy sighed your name, a bit exasperated but trying his very best to be polite. He shook his head, those baby blues bare and honest. “Why don’t you like her?” You opened your mouth to protest but he lifted a hand and huffed. “No, I can tell. Since the beginnin’ you haven’t liked her any further than you can throw her.”

“Because, Billy, she’s not an honest girl!” You scoffed, crossing your arms. Realizing you’d raised your voice, you took a breath and muttered a lame apology. “You barely know her, n’ you already trust her. You don’t have any reason to, if anything you have reason to hate her!”

Billy’s eyes were buggy, staring down at you in shock at this outburst of passion. But you wouldn’t give him a chance to reply. If anything, you stepped closer. He didn’t backpedal. “You deserve a girl who wouldn’t take advantage of you. She’s playing you, Billy, and I’m sorry for overstepping but I can’t stand by and let you devote yourself to somebody who won’t do the same!”

Billy turned his cheek a bit, eyeing you as if seeing something new. Something he didn’t exactly mistrust, but something so unbelievably foreign in you that he couldn’t help being skeptical if he was seeing it at all. Suddenly his gaze was so honest, so raw and searching you felt a bit self conscious, that gumption wearing off to fumes.

“I am the woman who wants you to win, and I’ve been waiting for you to love me.” You breathed, swallowing hard you wondering if you might’ve gone too far. You’d only just gotten Billy back a minute ago, and here you were jeopardizing the most important friendship you’ve ever had. “You belong with me.”

The friendship of the most important man in your life.

The man who was staring down at you, close as he could be without blatantly touching you, his brows furrowed and his eyes raw. opening his mouth to speak but being oh so cruelly cut off by a man barging outside.

“Charlie?” The name was put to the face as Billy eventually and reluctantly turned his head to him.

Charlie had a remorseful expression, beckoning Billy inside. “You’re gonna wanna see it f’yerself.” When Billy stepped inside, you trailed after him, expecting a commotion but not finding one. Just a beautiful, dark haired woman kissing a mediocre (to say the kindest) man.

“What the fuck?” Billy breathed, stomping closer and shoving Peña off Joan roughly, his nostrils flared. He looked to Joan with wide eyes, huffing, “Joan? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

Now there was a commotion. Socialites stared and chattered, Joan desperately tried to explain a situation that didn’t need explanation. Much less such a feigned one. “Billy, he’s not— oh, it’s not what it looks like!”

Billy shook his head, rubbing his temple and throwing a look over his shoulder to you. Maybe he was expecting an I told you so, but you didn’t give him one. You frowned deeply, hoping that your eyes were enough of an apology for the time being.

If it wasn’t a scene a moment ago, it certainly was now. All the room’s eyes were on the three, and Billy must’ve known that, because he muttered something to Joan to be kept twixt them. Her face fell, and she reached out for him, but he was already storming to the door. Now it seemed to be Peña’s turn to be upset with Joan, but before you could see anything else your father grabbed your elbow and declared it was time to leave— A blessing or a curse, you were too confused to say.

But one thing that reared its ugly head through the blur was heartache. Heartache for Billy. You’d warned him, you had every right to feel righteous, but you loved the man too much for his pain to be anything but excruciating. Even if this opened the door for you, how could you be certain Billy wouldn’t close it for fear of another broken heart?

The next day, you returned to the field and the oak tree. Maybe you were expecting Billy to show up, because you didn’t bring your book. You simply tied your Appaloosa to the tree, sitting in the overgrown grass and looking out over the plains. They were dotted with wildflowers this time of spring, dappled yellows, purples and whites. It wasn’t long until you heard hoofbeats, as you expected to, making you quickly rise to your feet and dust off your riding pants. You picked against your cuticles as you watched Billy tie his quarter-horse to the tree with yours.

“I’m sorry about Joan.” You blurted the moment he came close, watching him adjust the brim of his hat. That easy smile he wore faltered.

“Not your fault, sweet. If anything it’s m’own fault for bein’ so dumb.” There went those brilliant blue eyes, flicking over you and making your belly erupt in butterflies. “You’ve been the one person on my side since the beginnin’. And I didn’t appreciate you.”

You shook your head passionately, pinching your brows and training your own eyes on your boots. You had to change the subject before your heart gave out. “You still love her, though?”

Billy shook his head and snorted. Actually snorted, as if anything about this was funny. You hadn’t realized he was so close until he used a bent finger to tilt your chin up. “Puppy love, m’ realizin’.”

If his hand were to drift to your neck he’d find your pulse frozen. That gentle set of his lips, the subtle draw of his draw brows, shaded by the brim of his hat— Oh, Christ. You were always comfortable around Billy. But something about the air here was charged. Your words on the porch rang in his head like the echo of a birdsong, he just couldn’t help confront them.

“But this ain’t that, is it?” Billy mumbled, as if the words were a secret twixt you two. Your eyes widened, you had to swallow down any rash words. Rash words like I love you. Your mind was swimming, until Billy’s hand moved to your rosy cheek. Something about the touch made everything still.

“No.” You admitted gently. That hat was casting too deep a shadow over his handsome face in the noon light, and you reached forward to tilt it upward. Much better. “It’s never been puppy love.”

The corner of Billy’s lips pulled a bit. Once again you’d disregarded just how close he was, because when his nose nudged yours, you sucked in a soft gasp that made his eyes flick up to yours. He made a move to back away, your anxiety jumping at even the slight movement, as if he’d run away and never come back. Your hand flew to the back of his neck, your lips crushing against his as you pulled him down to your level.

The kiss was not bruising. It was not demanding. His lips were just as lovely as you dreamt, slightly chapped and warm. This kiss as ardent and loving as you’d read in the fairytales. This kiss was honest.

So of course you went for more the moment he pulled away. You had nostrils for a reason— and Billy had no problem with kissing you until his chest was tight. By the time your lips disconnected, his hand was strong on the small of your back, the other threaded in your hair.

Billy let out the softest laugh after a moment, you couldn’t help breathlessly giggling. Here was everything you’d ever wanted, in your arms, pressing another kiss against the corner of your mouth and smiling broadly. You were the woman who loved him all along, and now he was the man who loved you just the same.

“What took you so damn long?” You couldn’t help jest, wrapping your arms around his neck (with only your toes on the earth, mind). Billy shook his head, that grin softening to a sweet smile that barely pulled his lips over his teeth.

“What, y’don’t like my timin’?” Billy squeezed his arms tighter around you at the sweet sound of your laugh.

You pressed another peck to his lips, unable to resist for a moment now that you’d gotten a taste. “No, not one bit.”

“When would’ve suited your schedule better, miss?” Billy cocked an eyebrow, nose nudging your cheekbone a bit. Oh, you could get used to this.

You pursed your lips in thought. “Last year.” You decided, making Billy’s grin grow impossibly until his eyes crinkled along with it. He hummed thoughtfully, lifting you up with the arm ‘round your back and giving you a little spin that drew sweet giggles from your lips. “That so, lil’ lady?”

Billy didn’t set you down without another, lingering yet chaste, kiss. “Better make up for m’mistakes, yeah?”

Idk how I feel abt this one but it cured my writers block so thank you for the ask!!!

Bonus points if you can clock the Fiona Apple lyric lol

[wooahaes]

planned, unplanned

pairing: non-idol!han x fem!reader

genre: fluff. implied friends -> lovers

warnings: food mentions. jisung and reader r both messes and huge horror fans.

word count: ~1.4k

daisy's notes: this one i got a lil carried away with tbh.......

Jisung thought you were the most radiant thing in the room. That was why he stood across it, holding a cup and watching you with this soft look in his eyes that caused him to get elbowed by Hyunjin. His hand immediately flew to the spot as he turned to his friend, about to question what the hell was wrong with him when Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Go talk to her,” he said, slightly miffed from another day of watching one of his friends pine. “It’s her birthday. You put this entire party together. At least go say something.” 

Jisung turned, watching where you were deep in conversation with Felix. He’d been showing you something on his phone, your body leaning against his own a little to watch closer. Then you laughed, and Jisung swore he fell in love with the sound all over again. How long had he been pining for you? He wasn’t sure. It all started when Minho introduced the two of you months ago. The two of you had met in a bookstore, and one conversation led to another and soon Minho had asked if he wanted to meet another horror fan. Something about watching the way you lit up at watching a movie with them, thrilled to see practical gore in film. 

That was when Jisung fell, actually. You’d started rambling afterward about the practical effects, apparently having seen this movie before, and gushing about how much you loved seeing it in horror nowadays. All he could do was admire you, smiling to himself as he listened to you talk. Minho had said you’d be shy, and yet you seemed open enough… Only to realize how much you’d been talking, growing flustered and apologizing profusely.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Minho had been cleaning up his apartment after you left. “Don’t you think so?”

Jisung hid a smile as he took a long sip of his water. “She’s nice.”

“You’re obvious, you know,” Minho turned around. “Why do you think I tried so hard to get you to walk out with her?”

On occasion, Jisung could be an idiot. The next time the three of you hung out, he made sure to get your number. From there, your friendship blossomed. And when he heard your birthday was coming around…

Well. He’d committed to having a little get-together. He got in touch with your friends, figured out what cake you would like most, introduced Felix to Minho and helped the two of them cook… Everything had to go well. He pored over a playlist composed of songs he knew you loved and ones he hoped you would like, too. Carefully, he orchestrated a night that you would hopefully love. Judging from how happy you seemed now, he’d done well.

At the end of the night, Chris managed to get everyone to come gather around for a selfie he’d promised to send to you afterward. Minho pushed Jisung in-between you and Lisa, and Jisung hoped you couldn’t see how hard he was blushing when you wrapped an arm around him to draw him in closer. 

(He hoped you didn’t notice the quiet way Jisung asked for Chris to send that picture to him, too, even though it was an innocent request the others asked several times before him.)

It wasn’t until you were gathering up your presents from the others that Minho called him over again. When he approached, Minho pushed him toward you, “Jisung lives in the same direction as you. He could help you carry things out to your car—”

You smiled at the suggestion, eyes twinkling in the fairy lights Jisung painstakingly helped hang earlier. “Oh, sure! I can give him a ride home, too.” You paused, turning to Jisung, “if you want, that is. You don’t have to—I just kinda need help getting this stuff,” you nodded toward the bags you couldn’t carry, “into my car.” 

JIsung immediately leapt at the opportunity. He gathered his things, picked up the rest of your bags, and left with you. His heart was racing as he quietly texted Minho in the elevator ride down, saying he’d come back and help clean up tomorrow if he wanted to leave it. Minho just sent a picture back of him and several others, already in the process of doing it. The three little dots lit up a moment later as Minho slowly typed out a message: You did well, Jisungie. Go rest. Have a safe trip home.

Jisung looked up at you, rocking on your heels as you looked at something on your phone. You’d started making small talk a moment later, asking him about work and if he enjoyed getting the day off since you remembered him bemoaning the fact he was working weekends right now. He felt his face flush again. You remembered that…? Of course you did. Jisung always thought you were sweet like that. He asked you about your life, too, until the elevator ride was over. Then he followed you out, a step behind you like a lost puppy as you rattled off details about your car. An apology because it was a little bit messy—you would have cleaned if you knew you were driving someone home. 

“It feels like I always end up messy in some way,” you’d said with this pensive sigh, frowning a little. “It’s like I can’t keep myself straight.” 

“Does it work for you?” He watched you pop the trunk on your car, sticking bags inside. “Some people just work differently.” He’d seen both sides of things: people who could be organized in their own special way, and the people who were organized. Sometimes Jisung swore he didn’t fit in either category, plain and simple.

“It does,” you admitted after a moment. You turned to him, taking some of the bags. “What about you?”

Jisung felt his cheeks warm up. “I think I’m just a mess.” 

“You organized this, though,” you said, casual as could be, as you continued to put things away. Jisung’s breath caught in his throat. “I think you're capable of more than you think.”

“How did you—”

You looked up, confused. “Was it supposed to be a secret? Felix was gushing about how much you care about me—all the cooking you helped with and everything else…” Not meeting his gaze, you smiled, visibly flustered as you began to fidget with your sleeve. “I thought it was sweet.” 

The two of you just stood there, gazing at one another, something unspoken between the two of you. Did you…? Jisung couldn’t stop staring at you, at the starry look in your eyes, the way your lips were slightly parted. You were wearing this soft sweater, and you smelled like vanilla today (to match the cake, you’d giggled when someone pointed it out earlier), and all he could think about was closing the distance between the two of you right now. But was that too forward? A step too far for you when neither of you had even spoken yet. 

“I…” Your voice was soft, strained with this feeling that you were just as scared as he was right now. “I don’t feel like going home just yet.” 

Do you wanna come over? Watch a movie? But that, too, was too forward. “Okay.”

“Do you wanna…” You licked your lips, so visibly nervous now. “There’s late night showings. I’ll buy the popcorn.” 

“Yes,” he said with the softest look in his eyes. “I love you—” And then he caught himself, face burning hot as he realized the stupid confession he just made, “I’d love to! I meant—”

With a warm laugh, you reached forward, hands finding his own for a moment. “No! No, it’s cute—You’re… You’re cute.” Jisung just squeezed your hands, and decided to be bold. “You’re cute, too.” Can I kiss you? Yet he bit back the question. Later. He would gather his courage and ask you later. Instead, he just smiled at you once more. “Happy birthday,” he said once again, far from the first time he’d said it today. Instead of everything else he wanted to say to you now, Jisung decided to just smile at you and resolve to be bolder in the future. With one final squeeze of your hands, he let them go. “I’ll buy our tickets.”

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Puzzlevision : Puzzles travels (+ Leggy's funsies) Episode 2

Puzzles travels

(Mr. Puzzles and Leggy are in Sarasaland, observing a pyramid)

Mr. Puzzles : Ooh, such a perfect structure ! This intricate design and immaculate shape was surely the work of a genius !

Leggy : Oooh !

Mr. Puzzles : Though Leggy... I understand why you wanted to come here but next time, we're going to a place with NO desert, understood ? With the Desert of Irrelevant Youtubers in the Internet Graveyard and now this... I'm getting tired of visiting deserts.

Leggy : Okay !

Mr. Puzzles : Now... which way to Daisy's castle again ?

(Leggy points in the direction with one of her legs and start running in said direction)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy, wait ! Urgh, well here we go...

(He runs after her. The screen goes black with the text "BIRABUTO KINGDOM" in white letters, to indicate which part of Sarasaland they're starting to explore)

(The Birabuto Kingdom theme, which is also the SMG4 outro theme, starts to play)

Mr. Puzzles : Urgh, it's that obnoxious music SMG4 uses... Let's change it to something better !

(Mr. Puzzles claps his hands twice and the music changes to his own theme. Mr. Puzzles and Leggy happily skip along as everyone else's ears burn in the background when they walk past them. A Bombshell Koopa even straight up explodes from it)

(They walk for a bit, and Mr. Puzzles slowly starts realizing that the people don't like his theme)

(Mr. Puzzles : Urgh... Looks like the people here can't stand good music. Let's leave, Leggy. We don't have time to waste around a bunch of ingrates)

(He clearly insists on the word ingrates so that the people around hear him well)

(The screen goes black again, this time indicating "MUDA KINGDOM")

Mr. Puzzles : Oh no... Water everywhere... We're gonna have to be careful, Leg-

(Leggy is already running off)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy ! Come back here ! You're supposed to be the straight man in our dynamic ! Leggy !

(Suddenly, a UFO comes by and uses a traction ray, which Leggy gets caught into as she wasn't paying attention, and it slowly brings Leggy towards the saucer)

Leggy : EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !

(Mr. Puzzles notices and starts to panic)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy !

(Mr. Puzzles franctically looks left and right to find something he could use to help. He spots a Bombshell Koopa just walking around. He has an idea. He grabs it and throws it at the UFO, making it explode and freeing Leggy, who's starting to fall, as the traction ray brought her pretty high up in the air. Mr. Puzzles runs to catch her, but she falls on top of him instead, the speed of her fall making Mr. Puzzles fall face first on the ground. Leggy though, is unharmed. Mr. Puzzles stands back up and looks in Leggy's eyes)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy... I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN OFF !

(Leggy audibly sticks out her tongue to him)

Mr. Puzzles : We really got to work on your manners.

Leggy : Manners... dumb ! Having fun is better !

Mr. Puzzles : Sigh... Whatever, let's just continue. But can you at least promise me to not run off anymore ?

(Leggy rapidly nods repeatedly.)

Mr. Puzzles : Good. That joke of you constantly running off was starting to overstay its welcome, and nobody likes a joke that goes on for too long.

(Mr. Puzzles turns to the audience and shows an image of SMG4 on his screen to portray his words and take a subtle jab at SMG4)

Mr. Puzzles : Now, ONWARD !

(The screen shows the scenery as Mr. Puzzles and Leggy walk in. We see that Dio Brando is here for some reason. Mr. Puzzles approaches him)

Mr. Puzzles : Excuse me, good sir, we're looking for directions. First, could you perhaps tell me what is the name of the Kingdom we're in right now ? I'm trying to remember, but it's useless...

Dio : MUDAAAAAA !

Mr. Puzzles : Oh right. Thank you. Do you know how long it will take to get to Princess Daisy's castle from this Kingdom ?

Dio : WRRRYYYYY !

Mr. Puzzles : Excuse me, what ?

Dio : KONO DIO DA !

Mr. Puzzles : ...I think he might be stupid.

(Mr. Puzzles was thinking to himself a bit too loudly, as Dio heard that, and he's not happy)

Dio : ROAD ROLLER DA !

(He summons a giant road roller and starts chasing Mr. Puzzles with it. Meanwhile, Leggy is a bit further away, doing as Mr. Puzzles told her. She's peacefully sitting near the water, looking at the fish and even catching one herself with just her mouth. She's proud that she managed to do this and happily bounces. Suddenly, Mr. Puzzles approaches, running at high speed with Dio and his road roller on his tail)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy, I take back everything I said earlier ! YOU NEED TO RUN !

Leggy : EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !

(Mr. Puzzles grabs her as he passes next to her, and he notices she still has the fish in her mouth)

Mr. Puzzles : Where did you get that ?

Leggy : Leggy fishes... All on her own !

Mr. Puzzles : That's great, Leggy ! Now give me that !

(Mr. Puzzles grabs the fish from Leggy's mouth, and throws it behind him. Leggy is sad that she lost the fish she caught all by herself, and looks at it sadly as they run further away from it. Dio's road roller slips on the fish and goes out of control, which causes Dio and the road roller to fall into the water. Mr. Puzzles stops running and puts Leggy down)

Mr. Puzzles : Phew... We escaped him. Good job, Leggy ! We-

(Leggy has tears in her eyes and repeadly hits his leg)

Leggy : Mr. Puzzles, mean ! Leggy was proud of catching her first fish ! She caught fish for Puzzles, and Puzzles threw it away ! Puzzles is mean, mean, mean !

(Mr. Puzzles is taken aback, he didn't realize)

Mr. Puzzles : I- I'm sorry Leggy, I didn't know... I'll make it up to you !

(He runs to the water and puts his arm in it, trying to quickly catch a fish for Leggy, while also trying to keep his TV head away from it. However, he quickly removes his arm, as he didn't find a normal fish, but one of those fish Badniks from Sonic, which bites his hand and grabs onto it. Naturally, Mr. Puzzles starts yelling, as he has a robot fish biting his hand and refusing to let go)

Mr. Puzzles : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !

(He starts running left and right and shaking his arm, desperately trying to get rid of the fish while still yelling. Leggy is watching this. Her sadness leaves as she can't help but laugh at this scene. But also because she's happy that Mr. Puzzles would go to such lengths to make her happy and to fix his mistakes. She runs to Mr. Puzzles and kicks the fish Badnik off of his arm and back into the water)

Mr. Puzzles : Thank you, Leggy. Now I have one more reason to stay away from the water... Oh er... but I gotta try again. I'll find a new fish for you !

Leggy : No it's okay ! Puzzles tried, Puzzles is good !

Mr. Puzzles : Are you sure ?

Leggy : Yes ! Now, ONWARD !

Mr. Puzzles : That's my line ! ...and there's nothing else but water in front of us. How are we supposed to keep going if there's no more ground to walk on ??

Leggy : Look !

(Leggy points with one of her legs towards a little submarine, which a Mario with the colors from Super Mario Land is about to enter)

Mr. Puzzles : Great find, Leggy !

(Mr. Puzzles runs to the greyscale Mario and kicks him into the water)

Leggy : Why did Puzzles do that ??

Mr. Puzzles : It's therapeutic, okay ?? Besides, he was gonna take the submarine that WE need !

(Leggy wants to argue that it wasn't even the actual Mario, but she just sighs and hops into the submarine)

Leggy : Puzzles is a bad good guy.

(Mr. Puzzles enters and sits down in the submarine as he replies)

Mr. Puzzles : Yes, I know... That's why I was a bad guy for so many years. My genius was never appreciated by the "good guys", so I found myself thriving as a villain who goes against the world that rejected me ! But I will become better ! It just takes time. I've only been a good guy for a few days, after all. But I wonder... Will make more friends during our travels... ?

Leggy : If Puzzles stops kicking them into water, maybe !

Mr. Puzzles : Haha, you're right. I'll think twice before doing that, next time.

(He looks at Leggy smugly)

Mr. Puzzles : No promises though.

Leggy : Come on !

Mr. Puzzles : I was just joking !

Mr. Puzzles and Leggy at the same time : Now, ONWARD !!!

(The submarine goes underwater. As Mr. Puzzles and Leggy go forward, Dio is in the background, cartoonishly drowning with his road roller next to him, and the greyscale Mario is sitting at the bottom of the sea floor, with his arms crossed and looking upset. Back to the submarine, Leggy is excitedly looking through the window)

Leggy : Fisheeeeeeeeeeeees !

Mr. Puzzles : You really do like fish, huh Leggy ?

(Leggy giggles happily as a confirmation)

Mr. Puzzles : Maybe it's because you're tied to Meggy, who used to be a squid and therefore to marine life in general. Or maybe "it's not that deep", and you just really like fish.

(Leggy had already stopped listening and went back to watching the fish until they arrive. The screen goes black again and reads "EASTON KINGDOM")

Puzzles : Alright, what awaits us now... ?

(A rock rolls towards Mr. Puzzles, he's caught off guard but still manages to jump over it just in time)

Puzzles : Who dares ?

Oh. Those are Moai statues... with arms and legs.

Leggy : Leggy will take care of it !

(Mr. Puzzles holds her back)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy, wait ! We can't destroy such pieces of art ! Moai statues are part of this land's rich culture and history !

(Leggy groans in exasperation)

Leggy : Those aren't the actual statues !

(Leggy frees herself from Mr. Puzzles' grasp, and knocks the rock one of the Moai statues have thrown back at them, knocking them all away like bowling pins, with the "strike" message from Wii Sports appearing. Mr. Puzzles approaches and pokes one of the knocked out statues several times)

Mr. Puzzles : Huh, I guess you were right Leggy.

Leggy : Leggy's always right !

Mr. Puzzles : That's debatable.

Leggy : No, it's not !

(Their banter is interrupted by a flying machine landing near them. Out of it comes Professor E.Gadd)

Mr. Puzzles : Looks like I found our next means of transportation.

(Leggy knocks into his leg to catch his attention)

Leggy : This time, you ASK !

Mr. Puzzles : Urgh, fine...

(Mr. Puzzles approaches E. Gadd)

Mr. Puzzles : Excuse me, elder gentleman.

E. Gadd : Oh er yes, hello. What is it ?

Mr. Puzzles : My dear companion Leggy and I were wondering if we could perhaps borrow your flying machine.

E. Gadd : Oh, for sure ! I was looking for someone to test it anyway.

Mr. Puzzles : Very well ! Hop on, Leggy !

Leggy : You forgot something !

(Mr. Puzzles pats his pockets)

Mr. Puzzles : I don't think I did, what do you mean ?

Leggy : The magic word !

Mr. Puzzles : The- Oooooh. Right.

(He turns to E. Gadd)

Mr. Puzzles : Thank you, elder gentleman.

(Leggy hops in the flying machine and they take off)

Mr. Puzzles : Well that was easier than I thought.

Leggy : See ? Mr. Puzzles can be kind !

Mr. Puzzles : It's... not that big of a deal.

Leggy : Yes it is ! Puzzles becomes better ! Leggy proud !

(Mr. Puzzles seems touched, but he hides it quickly by acting sarcastic)

Mr. Puzzles : And since when are you my mother ?

(Leggy thinks for a moment)

Leggy : Hmmm... Since Leggy met Puzzles !

Mr. Puzzles : Please, you're not a parent. And even less mine ! I don't need one anyway ! Parents only cause trouble for their children. But...

(He pets Leggy's head)

Mr. Puzzles : I'm sure that, if you were a parent, you would be a great one. Not right now, though. You need more experience at life.

Leggy : So do you !

Mr. Puzzles : ...Yes, I suppose that is true.

(Mr. Puzzles looks down)

Mr. Puzzles : Look, Leggy ! We're flying above the bamboo forests of the Chai Kingdom ! Sadly, dear viewers, we're on a tight schedule, so we'll skip over this one and fly directly to Daisy's castle !

(The screen goes black one last time, indicating "CHAI KINGDOM" "DAISY'S CASTLE". Mr. Puzzles and Leggy have entered the castle)

Puzzles : Ooh, fancy ! I hate to admit it, but my mansion is nothing next to all this.

Leggy : Echo !

(Leggy's voice echoes throughout the corridor, making her giggle)

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy ! That's not how you behave in a royal castle !

Leggy : Leggy told you ! Leggy doesn't care about manners !

(She sticks her tongue out again. Then, Peach and Daisy arrive to welcome them)

Peach : Leggy ! How have you been ?

Leggy : Good ! You ?

Peach : Much better. Daisy and I have started to make plans to take the Mushroom Kingdom back ! But you might want to rest a bit before we start talking about this.

Mr. Puzzles : Oh, so that's why you invited us ! Well why didn't you say so earlier ? Before you stands a genius ! Someone with great knowledge of battle, strategy and conquest !

Leggy : So much so that he always loses, hihihi !

Mr. Puzzles : Leggy, shush ! Leading an army to battle isn't the same thing as battling a bunch of infuriating MARY SUES who's fate is to always win !

(He turns back to Peach and Daisy)

And I am GREAT at giving orders ! Allow me to demonstrate ! Leggy, do a flip !

(Leggy does a flip)

Peach : That's nice but I'm not sure...

(Daisy puts her hand on her waist and gives a sideways look to Peach)

Daisy : Come on, Peachy. We need all the help we can get.

Peach : Um, I guess... Fine. but are you sure you don't want to rest a bit, first ?

Mr. Puzzles : Please, I don't need to-

(Leggy has fallen asleep on the ground)

Mr. Puzzles : I guess she must have exhausted herself from running around like a child all day. Very well, we accept your offer.

Daisy : Great ! Peachy, can you lead these two to their rooms ? There's still some stuff I need to figure out for our attack plan.

Peach : Of course. Over here, you two.

(Mr. Puzzles gently grabs Leggy, who's still sleeping, and follows Peach)

Leggy's funsies

(The next morning, Leggy wakes up in a bed)

Leggy : Yawn... Where's Leggy ? Hm ? Oh yeah, Peach. Daisy.

(Leggy jumps down from the bed. Since she's still waking up, she notices only now that she's wearing a pair of orange slippers and light brown night cap, that her boots are waiting for her next to her bed and her beanie, goggles and headphones on the night stand. She quickly changes to her usual clothes when someone knocks on her door)

Peach : Leggy, are you awake ? Can I come in ?

Leggy : Yep !

(Peach opens the door and enters, she wears the same slippers and nightcap as Leggy did earlier, on top of orange pajamas since unlike Leggy, she has a body)

Peach : It's a bit silly, isn't it ? I was so busy buying dresses the last time we were hanging out that I forgot to buy pajamas. It's a good thing Daisy lended me some of hers. And she also gave these slippers and this hat to you. I put them on you since you were already asleep yesterday. Oh and she said you can keep them. They're yours now.

(Leggy smiles)

Peach : Now, breakfast is ready, so why don't we go downstairs to eat ?

(Leggy happily follows Peach. The scene cuts to Peach, Daisy and Leggy around a table with lots of food on it, which Leggy excitedly eats)

Leggy : Where's Puzzles ?

(Daisy puts her elbow on the table and the palm of her hand under her cheek to hold her head, which shows a smug expression)

Daisy : He's still in his room. For someone who would have refused to rest if it wasn't for you, he sure is enjoying his sleep.

(The scene cuts to Mr. Puzzles on his bed. His body retracted into his head and his screen reads "Sleep Mode". Back to the table, Peach gets up)

Peach : Oh yeah Leggy, you've GOT to taste my bamboo tea. I'll make some for you.

Leggy : Bamboo tea ?

Peach : Yep. Turns out bamboo leaves make for a great tea.

(Peach opens a cupboard but looks disappointed)

Peach : Ah, looks like we're out of bamboo leaves. I'll have to go back to the Chai Kingdom to get more. Maybe you could come with me, Leggy.

(Leggy nods)

Daisy : Say... You've interacted with SMG4 and his friends lately, right ? I asked Puzzles but he just went on a rant about how he hates SMG4 and the way he acts as if he's better than him.

(Leggy nods again)

Leggy : Yep, that's Puzzles for ya.

Daisy : So... Do you know how Luigi is doing ? I haven't seen or heard of him in years...

(Leggy thinks and scrolls through Meggy's memories)

Leggy : Hmm... He's good ! He has a flower shop !

Daisy : Yeah I saw that. I'm still upset that he hasn't invited me to see it ! He knows I love flowers ! I'm literally named after one ! ...Has he forgotten about me... ?

Leggy : You could visit him !

Daisy : I dunno... What if he doesn't want to see me anymore ?

Leggy : Leggy thought you're a strong princess.

Daisy : I am. So ?

Leggy : You can't know if you don't try ! Find him ! Kick the door of his house down !

(Daisy laughs)

Daisy : Geez Leggy, I didn't think you were so aggressive. But you're right ! We're gonna go take back the Mushroom Kingdom soon, I'll use this opportunity to go find him !

Leggy : That's the spirit !

Peach : Hey Leggy, are you done eating ? Before we kick anybody's door down, I'd like to go find those bamboo leaves.

Leggy : Oh. Yeah !

(Leggy jumps down from her chair)

Leggy : Yipee, let's go !

(One transition later, Peach and Leggy are in a bamboo forest of the Chai Kingdom)

Peach : Alright, you see the bamboo. Take the leaves and hand them to me. I'll put them in the bag. Well... you don't have hands so just give them to me however you can.

(Leggy goes in front of a bamboo and headbutts it several times to try and make the leaves fall, to no avail. Then she kicks it rapidly, it still does nothing. She climbs on top of it and jumps on it repeatedly. Still nothing. Out of frustration, she bites the base of the bamboo until it breaks and falls. She stomps it to assert her dominance on it. Peach comes back towards Leggy)

Peach : You can't remove the leaves from the bamboo yourself ?

(Leggy indicates no with her head, looking sad)

Peach : I think I have an idea !

(Peach pulls out a knife and starts cutting the bamboo that Leggy caused to fall. A few minutes later, she gives Leggy a bamboo knife)

Peach : There you go ! Sharp enough to cut the leaves, but not enough to hurt yourself with it.

(Leggy puts the handle in her mouth and starts jumping around with ninja-like movements to cut the leaves. She's overjoyed)

Peach : That was really cool, Leggy ! You looked like an anime ninja ! Let's keep going !

(Around a hour later, Leggy and Peach have gathered plenty of leaves, and are back to Daisy's castle)

Daisy : Ah, Peachy ! You're right on time ! We're almost finished figuring out our plan of attack for the Mushroom Kingdom !

(Peach and Leggy follow Daisy in her private quarters... well Peach and Daisy's private quarters currently. They sleep in the same room. Peach goes to prepare her bamboo tea, and Mr. Puzzles is already here, thinking as he looks at a map on a big table in the room)

Leggy : Puzzles is awake !

Mr. Puzzles : Yes well, I may not need to sleep, but I can't deny that it's nice from time to time.

Daisy : Right, right. Well as I said, our plan is almost complete. Wario and Waluigi took over the entire Kingdom during Peach's absence, and they have many people working for them. Hopefully, they aren't really discreet, and we found where they're hiding their asses.

(Peach comes back and serves her bamboo tea to everyone)

Mr. Puzzles : Oh sorry but I don't eat, and liquids especially mustn't make contact with my TV. Unless you want it to malfuction and trap you in one of my shows.

Peach : Erm, okay.

(Peach, Daisy and Leggy all now have a cup of tea in front of them)

Daisy : Anyway, there's just one little problem. We need an army to take on Wario and Waluigi's and overthrow them, but Sarasaland doesn't really have that. At least not a competent one... But Mr. Puzzles doesn't really have any friends, so he didn't have anyone to propose as our army.

Mr. Puzzles : Hey !

Daisy : Peachy, Leggy. Any ideas ?

Peach : Most of my Toads are still scattered all across the Mushroom Kingdom, and they're pretty incompetent when it comes to combat. Maybe we could ask Bowser ? He has an army, and he loves me so much, I would only need to ask him.

Daisy : First of all, I don't want you to have to interact with that creep. Second, he was stuck in the Internet Graveyard until recently, and Wario and Waluigi's army is actually his, who found itself new leaders in his absence.

Peach : Oh. Well we should still contact him. He might be able to convince his army to obey him again, giving us a big advantage.

Daisy : Urgh fine. But I'm coming with you ! And we still don't have an army.

[I]Leggy goes through Meggy's memories, trying to learn about a large group of people who could help, and she does find something.

Leggy : Bloopersville !

Daisy : Bloopersville ? Oh you mean that one town ! You think they could help ? I don't really know what kind of people live there.

Leggy : I'm sure !

Daisy : Okay I trust Leggy, and we're kinda desperate anyway. Me and Peachy will go talk to Bowser, while Puzzles and Leggy go to Bloopersville to convince its inhabitants to fight for the liberation of the Mushroom Kingdom. Is that fine with everyone ?

Peach and Leggy : Yes !

Mr. Puzzles : Usually I give the orders but that's fine by me.

Daisy : I have more authority and power than you !

(These words are a critical hit against Mr. Puzzles, as he isn't in control of anything like he used to be. He doesn't find any kind of comeback to use and just stays silent)

Peach : Well Leggy, we're gonna split up again, but next time we really have to watch that anime we bought together, okay ?

Leggy : Okay !

Daisy : Alright since it's decided, we'll do that and go kick Wario's ass !

Peach : And Waluigi's.

Daisy : Oh yeah sorry. Wario's the one who sent Tatanga to invade Sarasaland all those years ago, so I still have a bit of a personal vendetta against him.

END OF EPISODE

[harrietpotterandthedemigods]

So, I just finished watching Ducktales 2017. What a gem! But of course my brain did its thing and now I’m imagining all possible post-canon fanfics.

Specifically all the potential Percy Jackson crossovers! Or, should we say Percy “Quackson”?

My main concept is linked to a mystery the characters never address. Which is quite surprising if you think about it. Especially since Webby has dedicated most of her young life to mapping out the Duck’s entire family tree. But Huey Dewey and Louie wanted desperately to know what happened to their mom, yet they’ve never expressed any interest in who their father is.

Now that doesn’t have to be all that weird. I imagine the boys grew up not knowing much about their mom aside from little nuggets Donald would tell them, like; “oh your mother loved this dish” or “your mother actually wrote this lullaby I’ve always been singing to you”. Just enough for them to be curious about her, but they probably realized it made their uncle sad to think about her, effectively stopping them from asking about her. (Though I imagine Donald would have answered many of their questions about Della without hesitation, like how she was as a person.)

When it comes to their father, Donald might not actually know who their father is. They might be the result of a one night stand? I’d say it’s actually quite likely since Della never mentions an ex or anything about her love life for that matter. Maybe Donald never asked in case Della herself didn’t know? It does seem like she was always the wild child of the two. That’s all fine, but it means Donald had no way of dropping lore about him in the same way he probably did about their mom. Actually, forget what I said earlier. Donald did not know who their father was. Had he known, he would have made sure the boys knew him. Because Donald is a good parent.

That said, the boys knew nothing about their dad. But they didn’t lack a father figure. Paired with the previously mentioned point, it makes perfect sense why the boys would not feel the need to know about their father. Unlike with their mother, they never had to feel like they were missing out on having a dad. Donald filled that role. He never calls himself their dad, but he does refer to them as his boys (I’m actually sure Daisy was mentally preparing herself to having to be a stepmother in those vents). And the boys clearly admires him and look up to him, the season one finale clearly shows it. Almost to the point of rubbing it in our faces.😅

So even if the boys were to find out who their father is, it might now be that big of a deal to them.

Huey, Dewey or Louie: Oh, okay, cool. Uncle Donald is still our main father figure, so, yeah, that role’s been filled. Nice meeting you, though.

That said, WE can still be curious though.

And the absence of any clues whatsoever practically gives us free rein to speculate!

Now since I talked about a Percy Jackson crossover, and I’m writing it on this side blog, you probably saw where this was headed.

I suggest that Huey Dewey and Louie are demigods!

Both the Greek and Norse pantheon are real in the Ducktales universe. (Though the liberties taken with the portrayal of Norse mythology are almost offensive in my opinion. Jörmungand is the enemy of the warriors in Valhalla, dam it! He’d never be seen as the underdog man of the people there!) And though we only ever see three Greek gods, we do know many other gods took a liking to the ducks. That’s what Zeus was so jealous of Scrooge for, after all. So it’d be pretty safe to assume that if the boys are demigods, they’re Greek.

Now in this adaptation, the triplets have distinctly different personalities, as opposed to earlier adaptations. That might lead to a possibility of them having different gods as fathers. There are examples of twins with different fathers in mythology. And it might feel a bit easier to match each triplet with his own godly parent.

But… I know a candidate who would fit as the father of all three, and, who I can definitely see falling in Love with Della Duck.

My friends, I suggest, the father of Huey, Dewey and Louie is none other than…

Hermes, Messenger of the gods!

Hermes is also a trickster figure and the patron god of travelers, thieves and anyone who uses the roads really. He isn’t picky about who he sponsors.

Apollo also drops hints about his personality in ToA. That he is a bit adventurous and a wild child.

You can’t tell me Hermes and Della wouldn’t be somewhat each other’s type. They could definitely be seeing each other at least for long enough to create a child, or three.

Additional to being a trickster and a messenger, Hermes is also a god of commerce. These aspects could very well be seen in Louie, who sees all the angles, defeats his opponents by out witting them, and strives to be as rich and successful as his Uncle Scrooge. Though preferably with less hard work and more witty poker strategies.

As previously mentioned, both Hermes and Della are adventurous and the wild child of their respective sibling groups. It should therefore not be a surprise that at least one of their children would be the same. Dewey is the adventurous triplet, and seems to have decided to follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a pilot. He could have gotten his wild attitude from both of his parents, or just one. He is also a bit of a theater kid. He loves to dance and, sort of, has his own talk show. That’s not a clear link to Hermes, but considering he invented two instruments as an infant, one of which became the characteristic lyre his brother uses to play, and is sometimes considered as a minor poetry god besides Apollo, I still think Dewey could have gotten the theatre side from Hermes.

Huey is not as easy. Hermes is neither the god of wisdom nor knowledge. Those domains falls to Athena and Apollo respectively. And Huey’s most prominent character trait is his per suit of knowledge. But I look at his hobbies. He functions as a sort of unofficial sidekick for Gizmoduck. Hermes often act as a travel companion for Zeus when he wanders the earth, and as the messenger of the gods he often assist other gods. Assisting others with tough situations is something all triplets do throughout the series. Also Huey is a junior Woodchuck. Don’t you think the god of travelers would encourage you to learn more about survival in the wild? Hermes is also a god of linguistics and in some cases acts as a mediator between other gods, and can sometimes choose not to fight an opponent he’s expected to fight, showing some levelheaded behavior and certain intelligence, which could be where Huey could get his brains.

But aside from Della and the triplets’ personalities, there’s another piece of evidence. Because we know of at least one instance where one of the triplets has interacted with Hermes.

In season 2 episode 11, Dewey has stolen Hermes’ winged shoes.

But Hermes is the god of thieves, remember? Do you really think he wouldn’t notice a kid was about to steal his stuff?

No way.

It’s my theory that Hermes has either known from the start that he and Della had triplets, or he saw the kids that were obviously Della’s during one of their trips to Ithaquack (is that how it’s spelled?) and simply but two and two together. So when one of them tried to take his shoes, he simply figured he’d let his son have some fun with them. The next time we see Dewey, he no longer has the shoes but he’s completely fine, no harm done.

I imagine Hermes might have appeared off camera and been like; “Hey, I’m glad you had fun with the shoes, but we shouldn’t risk your life by angering Zeus. I’ll take them back and next time you can ask and I’ll supervise.”

I don’t think he’d have told Dewey who he was to him, because a god for a father would become a big deal to the triplets once they found out. And Dewey would probably not repeat the same mistake again by withholding information about their parentage.

So that’s my headcanon. Huey Dewey and Louie are demigod sons of Hermes.

A post-canon crossover fic could therefore feature a satyr taking the boys to Camp Half Blood and learn sword fighting from “Percy Quackson”. How their relationship with their father would then look like once they’re claimed could be up for interpretation. Personally, I’d like to think that between Percy’s trust that gods can change for the better if they want to, and Apollo doing exactly that, Hermes is inspired to become a more present parent to his kids at camp. So if you want to be wholesome, Hermes basically becomes part of the McDuck family through his sons.

But hey, that’s just a theory!

Feel free to share your thoughts about this!🤗

[slovo-kvnnt]

"In the beginning...

God, before he created the heavens and the earths.

He created the angels; his greatest and faithful servants.

And the angels of God rejoiced, danced and sang praises, in gratitude for having been created.

but not everyone was happy. there was an angel...

A dark angel.

He rebelled against his creator and was banished from the depths of the abyss. Where the light did not reach and the darkness would torment him... forever."

.A minor archangel suddenly closed a book.

And thus the demons and dark angels originated.He smiled kindly as the Malakim angels watched, learning from the holy Book. Lumisol left from the library, in the patio. Karma? Do you have a few extra minutes? It's important. -

Sure, I'm coming.- Karma said as he walked with Lumisol towards the sanctuary.

The teaching was interesting, but wasn't it too... sudden? -asked Lumisol with a worried face even though he had that gas mask.

Too early? I don't think it affects premature angels.Between talks and more words, they both arrived at the sanctuary where Erzengel was waiting for them. Karma's friendly smile changed in the blink of an eye when he approached Erzengel. Dream was at his side, Lumisol serious and Karma fearing that he had done something wrong in front of his master.

"Karma... I guess the book is okay, right?..."

Oh yeah! Of course, it's fine. - Karma smiled with the kindness that always characterized him. - Here - the sacred book was delivered to his superior archangel.

Karma, Lumisol, I need you to come with me.

oh, yes sir... -Karma and Lumisol leave with Erzengel, while Dream was waiting for an angel, an angel who would change the world forever...

Dream! Dream! -said an Angel who was running and was part of the choir

"What's wrong?" Dream asked, upset and trying to calm him down. The angel caught his breath, his eyes were tormented, worried, crystal clear.

There is something

something like that?-

It's... inexplicable... it's impossible. - Dream did not understand, but he tried to reassure Pure - dear, I don't understand anything, calm down, tell me, what happened? - Pure with fear revealed what was tormenting him so much - There is a human in the outskirts of Eden...

Dream's sight automatically became terrifying.- A human?, ON THE OUTSIDE OF EDEN-

Pure silenced her mouth- Shhhh... this is too delicate for others to know now, Dream.

But Pure, you have to tell this to Erzengel or Karma, OR SOMEONE SUPERIOR, I DON'T KNOW. But we can't handle THIS alone.

I'm sorry, but I don't think HE'S good.

He? Is he alive? IS HE ALIVE? -

SHHH.... Shut up, will you?

Come, let us go, and bring a cloak.

Carefully, the angels walked away, without attracting the attention of the guards. leaving Eden. The outskirts of Eden were very ominous. The trees lost their color and shine, the grass turned a horrible black, and the skies lacked vivid colors.

and tell me... how did you find it? -Dream asked as they walked in the gloomy place- not more like...-a branch falls on him and he gets scared but he realizes- HOW CAN SOMEONE LIKE YOU BE HERE???

Simple, lately any noise bothers me, I'm sensitive, and I was looking for a less noisy place, where I can listen to my own harp. -I was looking at the path- and... I ended up finding him here... -pointing to a man on the ground- there he is, it's him.

Among the trees, there was an area of ​​flowers, of daisies. In the center was a man, naked, unconscious.

His arms and legs were completely covered in bruises, wounds and scars. His neck and face showed signs of terrible violence, and his hair was completely damaged. as if he had survived a war.

Oh... God, what happened to him? - Dream asked.

I don't know, but we have to take him from here, we have to heal him - Pure grabs the white cloak and covers the man. Dream helps him carry him on his shoulders with Pure. The weight was light, worrying. The man constantly opened and closed his eyes without understanding anything of what was happening around him.

Once they arrived at the sanctuary, in one of the rooms, they left him on a bed, resting.

I hope he's okay... -Pure looked at the man, leaving, but at the door Erzengel was watching.

Erzengel… I can explain it – Pure was scared but his words were interrupted

No. I have seen it, but I will never do it... -grabs Pure by the wrist - Never go to the outskirts again... and certainly don't lie to my face -Erzengel was a little upset, he was carrying Pure but holding onto his wrist while Dream accompanied him to the library - Ahhg!.. Erzengel, my wrist... slow down p-please...

Opening the library doors, Erzengel furiously released Pure, while Pure was crawling on the floor.

Lumisol, the sacred book, now...

Lumisol looked at Pure with pity, but went to look for the book, Karma looked at Erzengel and helped Pure up with Dream. -But what happened now? Erzengel, why do you treat Pure like that?

Disobedient... this is not the first time he has done it, WHAT PART DOES HE NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT NOT GOING BEYOND EDEN? -Erzengel looked furiously at Pure - You could die... Pure

Here is the book -he gives it to Erzengel- are you okay Pure?

Erzengel searched like crazy, he knew something that others didn't.

Erzengel, what's wrong? Is what Pure did wrong? He needed it, or that human would already be dead.

HE IS NOT A HUMAN. Dream, he is not human... he is not normal - he grabbed the book - The book explains that humans who deserve paradise will always appear in the center of Eden, but it is impossible for a human there to appear on the outskirts of Eden, in the border with the abyss of hell.

Wait, you mean... -Karma realized- no, really? it just can't be...

What, what's happening? -Pure question- WHAT ARE THEY HIDING FROM US? STOP HIDING!-

Shut up Pure, the action you committed is about to condemn us. -Erzengel looked at him with hatred-

But... if it is the beloved Antichrist, why did he appear on the outskirts of Eden and not in Pandemonium? -Dream asked.

have, have, This is a joke, right? -Pure answered, looking strangely- The Antichrist was supposed to COME TO EARTH, not to Eden, or am I wrong?

Pure is just a theory, don't take it personally - Karma responded - But we're not calm about that either, come on, you brought a stranger -

WITHOUT CONSULTING US-Erzengel closed the book, watching Pure until he left-

And this can sometimes cause some demons to infiltrate Eden.-Karma spoke while walking next to Erzengel. Tomorrow we will see how the new guest is... and remember -he approaches Pure- DON'T FORGET TO CONSULT YOUR AUTHORITIES, my dear Pure. Bye bye. -Erzengel was flying away with Karma.

"Don't forget to consult your authorities, my dear Pure" ahhrg... as if he had condemned the entire Eden just for wanting to save a life... -Pure was annoyed.

Well, I better go, you know, lately Erzengel hasn't been... well in his right mind, sometimes I say "sorry."

".

It's not necessary, and it doesn't make a difference, Dream. -He looked away, as he walked to the room- anyway, tomorrow will be a better day, I'll meet this guy and I'll prove stupid Erzengel wrong, okay?

yeah, whatever... Good night Pure. -it goes.

good night.-Pure enters the room- Well, I hope you get better- he wrapped him up well- good night... ehhh whatever your name is -he closed his door.

Hours passed, it was a new day?, and the surroundings were strange, too strange. The man woke up with a headache he had never felt before, getting up confused and covering himself with his cloak. -Where am I? What is this place?...- He approaches the door, opening it slowly. Looking at the corners, which looked like the old Gothic cathedral churches, with those bright and colorful colors and stained glass windows. He was walking in the hallways alone, barefoot, feeling the cold of the ceramics and from behind, an angel watches him strangely and with curiosity, getting closer little by little

.Hello?-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -The poor man gets scared, he looked with terror to the point of falling to the ground- WHAT ARE YOU!?, WHAT IS THIS PLACE!? WHERE I AM!?-

HEY, HEY, LISTEN TO ME. - He put his hands on the man's face - Calm down, look at me, I'm not one of those terrifying monsters or beasts, you're safe... - the angel watched him intently, until the man finally calmed down. .

Am I safe?... who are you?... or what are you?

I am Angelus, as my name says, I am an angel and technically you are dead.

What? LIKE I'M DEAD!? -

DO YOU WANT TO STOP AND SCREAM FOR A SECOND?

Angelus, what is all this? - Erzengel's gaze changed completely - there it is...

Is he? Mr. Erzengel?

I'm not sure, but be careful.-Erzengel approached the man - hello... what's your name? -I ask in a serious and cold way-

“eh…hello,” he said timidly.

[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

Chapter 16-

(Smut once again) lol sorry guys

Punk comes back an hour later, pushing open the hotel room door like he owns the place. Daisy doesn't even look up from where she's curled on her side, mindlessly watching tv trying to pretend she doesn't care.

He shuts the door behind him, crosses the room, and leans against the dresser, arms crossed over his chest. "You done being a baby yet?"

Daisy doesn't respond. Doesn't even glance at him.

Punk smirks, knowing exactly how to get under her skin. "What's the deal, huh? What, did Cody finally go down on you, and now you don't want me to anymore?"

And just like that, Daisy snaps.

She throws the covers off and sits up so fast that Punk actually blinks in surprise. "That's not the problem, you asshole," she spits. "The problem is I don't want to do something so intimate with someone who can't even fucking kiss me."

Punk tenses. His smirk fades. His whole body language shifts.

For the first time since they started whatever this is, Daisy sees something flicker behind his eyes—something she can't quite place.

But then, just as fast, he shoves it down. Rolls his eyes. Scoffs. "Jesus, Daisy."

She waits. Waits for him to say something—anything—that might make this not feel as shitty as it does.

But all he says is: "You're not my girlfriend. I don't have to kiss you."

Daisy feels something sharp twist in her chest.

She swallows, nods, and looks away. "You're right," she murmurs. "You don't."

And that should be the end of it. That should be fine.

But for some reason, it hurts.

For the next few days, Daisy keeps her distance. She only talks to Punk when necessary—strictly about their matches, their travel schedule, or whatever bullshit they have to do together. Nothing else.

And Punk notices.

At first, he tells himself he doesn't care. Why should he? He didn't say anything wrong. They aren't together. They're just a team. Just two people who occasionally take the edge off when things get too tense. That's all it is.

But then he starts really noticing.

She doesn't sit next to him on the plane anymore. Doesn't wait for him after their matches like she used to. She barely even looks at him unless she absolutely has to.

And it's weird.

It's wrong.

Punk catches himself looking for her more than usual, waiting for some kind of sarcastic remark, some kind of bickering that should be happening—but it doesn't. And it pisses him off.

One night, they're in the locker room getting ready for their match, and Daisy doesn't even acknowledge him when he walks in. Just keeps lacing up her boots like he's not even there.

Punk scoffs. "What, you giving me the silent treatment now?"

Daisy doesn't look up. "Didn't realize we had anything to talk about."

That shouldn't get to him. But it does.

His jaw clenches. "You're being ridiculous."

That finally makes her glance up, but her expression is cold. Unbothered. "I'm not being anything, Punk. We're teammates. That's it, right? So let's just do our jobs and move on."

And fuck, that actually stings.

But Punk refuses to let it show. Instead, he just lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Right. Sure."

She nods once and goes right back to tying her boots, dismissing him completely.

And even though punk ignores it , his stomach drops

They keep trying to act normal, just teammates, just coworkers forced to work together. But it's not normal.

Nothing about them has ever been normal.

The tension is unbearable, thick and suffocating every time they're in the same room. Every time they stand next to each other before a match. Every time they're forced to travel together.

Punk pretends not to care. Daisy pretends even harder.

But he does care. And it's driving him fucking insane.

It all comes to a head one night after another silent, awkward car ride back to the hotel. Punk slams the door behind him when they get to their room, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Daisy barely spares him a glance as she tosses her bag onto the bed and starts pulling out her clothes to change.

"Are we really still doing this?" Punk finally snaps, his voice sharp, cutting through the quiet.

Daisy doesn't even turn around. "Doing what?"

Punk scoffs. "This! The whole ignoring me, acting like I don't fucking exist. It's been days, Daisy."

"I'm not ignoring you," she says flatly, walking toward the bathroom. "We're teammates, right? Just teammates. And teammates don't have to talk about anything that isn't work-related."

Punk sees red. He steps in front of her, blocking the door. "Bullshit."

She exhales sharply, tilting her head up to glare at him. "Move, Punk."

"No." He crosses his arms. "Not until you drop the fucking act and tell me what your problem is."

Daisy laughs humorlessly, shaking her head. "My problem is that I don't want to do anything intimate with someone who refuses to even kiss me."

Punk clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment like he's trying to keep himself from saying something stupid. "I already told you—"

"I know what you told me," Daisy interrupts, her voice rising. "And I get it. You don't kiss. Whatever. But you can't sit there and act surprised that I don't want to hook up with someone who won't even look at me like I'm a real person."

Punk's nostrils flare, his patience snapping like a frayed wire. "I don't kiss. I've never fucking kissed anyone, not in a relationship, not in a hookup, not ever." He steps closer, his voice sharp and biting. "But I don't see why that has to mean we can't still take the edge off. What the fuck is the big deal, Daisy?"

She stares at him, her lips parting slightly in shock. Of all the things she expected him to say, that wasn't one of them.

"You've... never kissed anyone?" she asks, her voice quieter now, like she's trying to understand.

Punk clenches his fists. "No. I haven't."

Daisy studies him, searching his face for something. She doesn't even know what, but whatever it is, he's hiding it well.

"And you think it's fine to do all the things we've done without ever kissing me?" she asks.

"Yes," he snaps. Then he hesitates, his anger faltering for just a second. "No. I don't fucking know. But I know that I can't fucking stand you ignoring me like this."

Daisy exhales slowly, like she's processing everything. Like she doesn't even know what to say to that.

Because what the hell is she supposed to say?

Instead of pressing him further in that moment, ruining the confession he just accidentally made she just looks at him and giggles

"So you do like being  around me " she says with a smile

he rolls his eyes and mutters something like, "I didn't say that. I just meant you're easier to deal with when you're not acting all pissy." But Daisy catches the tiny bit of truth in his words and smirks, which only annoys him more

Daisy smirks, sitting back with her arms crossed. "Oh, so you do miss me," she teases, tilting her head.

Punk scoffs, shaking his head. "I didn't say that."

She leans in a little, enjoying watching him squirm. "You kind of did."

Punk exhales sharply, clearly irritated. "Jesus, you're insufferable."

Daisy just grins. "If I'm so insufferable, why do you care if I ignore you?"

Punk glares at her, jaw tightening like he's debating whether to answer. Finally, he mutters under his breath, "Maybe I just like having someone to argue with."

Daisy raises an eyebrow. "That's the best you got? You miss our arguments?"

"Yeah, they were the only thing keeping me from losing my damn mind," Punk fires back, but Daisy can tell by the way he won't look directly at her that there's more to it.

She lets a beat of silence pass before saying, "You're a terrible liar."

Punk's head snaps toward her. "Excuse me?"

Daisy just shrugs. "If that's all it was, you wouldn't be so pissed off that I kept my distance." She studies his expression, watching the flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "So... what's the real reason, Punk?"

He clenches his jaw, shifting uncomfortably, and for a second, she thinks he might actually tell her. But then he huffs out a breath, crossing his arms. "It doesn't matter."

Daisy leans in slightly, voice softer now. "It kind of does."

Punk looks at her, and for once, there's no immediate comeback, no sarcastic remark. He just stares, his expression unreadable.

TIME SKIP : NEXT DAY ARENA -

The next day at the arena, Daisy hates herself.

She doesn't know what's going on, but for some reason, everything Punk does today is making her insanely turned on. And it's so fucking annoying.

The way he laces up his boots, the way his shirt clings to his arms, the way he keeps running his hand through his messy hair—it's too much. And she swears he's been licking his lips more than usual, which is just unfair.

But there's no way in hell she's admitting it's because of him.

Still, by the time their match is approaching, the frustration is unbearable. Every second that passes, she feels herself getting hotter, tenser, needier. She can't fight like this, she can barely think straight, and the only person who can do something about it is the last person she wants to go to.

But she doesn't have a choice.

Just before they have to head out, Daisy hunts Punk down backstage, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a more secluded hallway.

"What the hell?" he mutters, but when he sees the look on her face—flushed, desperate—his expression shifts. "What's wrong with you?"

Daisy glances around to make sure no one's nearby, then huffs out a breath, avoiding his eyes. "I need you to do something."

Punk raises an eyebrow. "Do something?"

She hates this. She hates how smug he already sounds, but she's too worked up to care. "I—" She groans, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm so fucking horny right now."

Punk just stares at her for a second before his lips curl into the biggest shit-eating grin.

"Oh really?" he drawls, clearly enjoying this way too much.

"Shut up," she snaps, shoving at his chest. "I'm serious. I cannot go out there like this, I'm too fucking distracted."

Punk looks so fucking amused. "And what exactly do you want me to do about it?"

Daisy glares at him, cheeks burning. "Are you seriously gonna make me say it?"

He shrugs, like he's having fun with this. "I mean, I could help you out," he muses, stepping a little closer, lowering his voice. "But I'm really enjoying watching you struggle."

Daisy groans in frustration, pressing her thighs together, which of course he notices.

His smirk deepens. "How bad is it?"

She glares at him, chest rising and falling quickly. "Bad."

Punk tilts his head, eyes darkening as he studies her. Then, after a second, he leans in, lips brushing just against her ear as he mutters—

"Meet me in the locker room. Now."

Then he walks off, leaving her breathless.

Daisy follows him through the hall, her whole body buzzing with anticipation—until they push open the door to the locker room and see that it's completely packed.

Guys everywhere. Talking, laughing, getting ready for their own matches. There's no way they can do anything in here.

Punk swears under his breath and immediately grabs her wrist, pulling her back into the hallway. He glances around quickly before his eyes land on a nearby supply closet. Without another word, he shoves the door open and drags her inside, shutting and locking it behind them.

It's dark, cramped, and filled with stacks of chairs and extra gear, but neither of them care. The second they're inside, Daisy presses her back against the wall, panting slightly as Punk steps in close.

"Jesus, you're desperate, huh?" he murmurs, smirking as he trails a hand down her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her gear.

Daisy glares at him, but it's weak—especially when he presses his thigh between her legs.

"You said you were so fucking horny," he taunts, dragging his fingers over the fabric covering her core. His smirk deepens when he feels the damp spot already forming. "And fuck, you weren't lying."

Daisy sucks in a breath as he applies the lightest pressure, but just as quickly, he pulls away, making her whimper in frustration.

Punk grins. "How'd you get this worked up, huh?" He dips his hand between her thighs again, rubbing so lightly over her gear. "What got you this wet?"

Daisy presses her lips together, refusing to answer.

Punk tsks and pulls his hand away completely. "Oh, no. If you want me to do anything, you're gonna have to tell me."

Daisy clenches her jaw, shifting against the wall. "Just—just do it, Punk."

"Mm-mm," he murmurs, shaking his head. "Not until you tell me what got you so fucking desperate." He leans in, voice dropping. "Tell me who got you like this."

Daisy stays silent.

Punk smirks, clearly enjoying this, and brushes his lips against her ear. "Was it me?"

She refuses to say it.

He chuckles, moving his hand so close to where she needs him but not touching. "I'm not gonna do a damn thing until you admit it."

Daisy squeezes her eyes shut, hating how smug he sounds. But she can't take it anymore.

"... You."

Punk hums in satisfaction, finally pressing his fingers against her soaked gear. "That's what I thought."

Then, without another word, he slides his hand into her gear, dragging his fingers through her slick folds, groaning at how soaked she is.

"You really couldn't handle seeing me all day, huh?" he mutters, rubbing slow circles over her clit. "Poor thing."

Daisy lets out a choked moan, gripping his arms as he starts to really touch her.

Punk grins against her ear, dragging his fingers achingly slow through her folds. "We don't have much time, huh?" he mocks, his tone dripping with amusement.

Daisy grips his arm tightly, her breath coming in sharp pants. "No, we don't, Punk," she snaps, shifting her hips against his hand, desperate for more.

But Punk? He's enjoying this way too much.

"Oh, but you had all day to do something about it," he taunts, barely grazing her clit with his fingers. "And you waited until now? Right before our match?"

Daisy whimpers in frustration, nails digging into his arm. "Punk, please."

He groans at the way she begs, but still, he doesn't give her what she wants. Instead, he pulls his hand away entirely, leaving her aching.

Daisy gasps at the loss, staring up at him in desperation.

He smirks, leaning in close. "I don't know... Maybe I shouldn't help you," he muses, teasing her. "You've been acting like I don't do anything for you, when clearly, I'm the only one who can."

Daisy whines, gripping his wrist and trying to shove his hand back where she needs him. "Punk, please, we don't have time for this—"

But he doesn't let her move him. Instead, he tilts his head, dragging his fingers just over her entrance before pulling back again.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart," he drawls, voice smug.

Daisy clings to his arm, her forehead resting against his shoulder. "I need you to touch me, Punk, please."

He hums, dragging his fingers through her folds again but still not giving her enough. "I am touching you."

"More," she pleads, gripping his shirt in desperation. "I need more."

Punk finally grins in satisfaction, loving how wrecked she already is.

"... Since you asked so nicely."

And then—finally—he slams his fingers into her.

Punk doesn't hold back. The moment his fingers slam into her, he sets a brutal pace, curling them just right, dragging them against that perfect spot inside her that makes Daisy's legs shake.

She bites down on her lip, hands gripping his arms for balance as she bucks into his touch. "Punk—"

He grins, watching her struggle to keep quiet, her face twisting in pleasure. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. "Thought you needed this?"

Daisy nods frantically, hips moving with his fingers. "I— I do, just—"

Then, suddenly—

Voices outside the door.

Punk freezes for just a second. Daisy stiffens against him, panting, when—

She hears Cody's voice.

"Hey, man, have you seen Daisy? I really need to talk to her."

Her heart nearly stops.

Punk, however?

He grins.

"Oh, fuck," Daisy breathes, her grip on his shirt tightening.

She looks at Punk wide-eyed, shaking her head, silently begging him to stop—

But instead, Punk speeds up.

Daisy gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth as he fucks her with his fingers, harder, deeper—deliberately trying to break her.

He leans into her ear, grinning. "Why are you covering your mouth, sweetheart?" he taunts, fingers curling deep.

Daisy whimpers, trying so hard to stay quiet.

Outside, Cody sighs. "If you see her, tell her I need to talk."

Punk chuckles, his free hand wrapping around Daisy's wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth.

"Don't be rude, Daisy," he murmurs, his breath hot against her cheek. "Let Cody know where you are."

Daisy shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

Punk's fingers move faster.

"Come on, sweetheart," he goads, his tone mocking. "Didn't you say you were distracted? Thought you needed this."

Daisy shudders, a strangled moan slipping past her lips.

Punk grins. "That's it," he coaxes, pumping his fingers deeper. "Be loud for me."

Cody's voice fades as he walks away, oblivious.

But Daisy?

She's falling apart.

Punk keeps going, driving his fingers into her at a merciless pace. Daisy is barely holding it together, her entire body trembling against him, her legs shaking as she grips his arms for dear life.

"Punk—" she gasps, her voice all breathy and desperate.

He grins, watching her struggle. "Yeah? You gonna come for me, sweetheart?"

Daisy nods frantically, her breath hitching. "I— I can't—"

Punk presses his forehead against hers, his fingers working her over like he owns her body. "Yes, you can," he murmurs, his voice low and cocky. "Come for me, Daisy. Let it all out."

And then—

Her whole body locks up.

A choked cry escapes her as she clenches around his fingers, waves of blinding pleasure crashing over her. She shudders violently, her thighs squeezing around his wrist as her orgasm hits her, hard and relentless.

Punk holds her up as she trembles, his grip firm, letting her ride out every last shock of pleasure before he finally—slowly—pulls his fingers out.

Daisy slumps against his chest, her breathing ragged, her entire body wrecked.

Punk, still grinning, lifts his glistening fingers to his mouth.

He locks eyes with her—then licks them clean, groaning low in his throat.

Daisy whimpers, still twitching from the aftershocks.

Punk smirks, savoring the taste. "Yeah," he murmurs, licking the last of her off his fingers. "That's my favorite."

[roadtogracelandx45]

Courage Under Fire| Currahee part 3| Band of Brothers

Currahee part 2

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Currahee part 3

August-September 1942

*Because part of me is selfish and wants to add more to what we see in the show, I am kind of doing things a little out of order*

A lot of the girls were struggling with the obstacle course, PT, and running the hill, no more so than Adele Rogers, the soft-spoken girl from Seattle, Washington, she was a little shorter than the other girls and had to jump up to get into the tunnels and then up to the wall. 

But Olivia insisted that they stayed together and worked through it and in turn, her twin brother Bobby, Floyd Talbert, and Joseph Liebgott dropped back to help them out. At first, Adele thought it was because Bobby didn't want to see his sister,  especially fail and because Liebgott was sweet on Olivia having witnessed the flirting between the two when they weren't under the watchful eye of Sobel and Bobby and Floyd who were trying to stop it. 

But then she started to realize that unlike Sobel, Bill Evans, and Roy Cobb, one of the privates in the first platoon, most of these boys had their best interests at heart, even if it was for their own selfish needs. Talbert was open to admitting that often flirted with Olivia, Daisy, and Lily. The latter of the trio blushed wildly and stammered through conversations. He was often scolded by Olivia for teasing the poor girl. 

Unlike the rest of them, Lily, who was in Dog Company with Edward Stewart and Ronald Speirs, wasn’t used to being surrounded by men, even loud friendly ones. From what they were able to piece together was that Lily’s father was abusive and beat the poor girl down until she was nothing, the call from the Nursing Corp came at a good time, like Katherine, Olivia’s mother, Lily’s father, Arthur was going to force Lily to marry someone who was old enough to be her father. She had run, changing her name and never looking back. 

They had all respected that. She thought that was part of the reason why the mysterious Speirs took a liking to Lily and took her under his wing.

“Come on Addie.” Olivia’s voice shook her out of her thoughts and she looked at the girl who had come back to her side, her green eyes dancing in amusement, “We need to get over the wall and Sobel is watching.” 

Adele cringed, “Isn’t he always watching though, almost creepily?” 

 The answering unladylike snort that came from Olivia was answer enough for her. It was almost uncomfortable the way Sobel stared and leered at them, so much so that none of them wanted to be in the same room with him without another nurse or one of the boys with them. Thankfully, he hadn’t escalated yet and tried anything with them. 

“I don’t know how I am going to get over that freaking wall.’ She changed the subject as she followed her toward the tunnels. “Get a running start.” Bobby offered up, “Bean, go first. I will stay”

 “Yeah, c’mon Princess. Race ya. Loser buys drinks next time we get a pass.’ Liebgott offered up. 

“Yeah,” Olivia laughed, “Sure if Malarkey or Frank don’t get our passes revoked.” 

In the month they had been at Toccoa they hadn't been able to have a pass because of little things that Sobel found to be not up to snuff. It drove them all crazy. Honestly, she was already sick and tired of hearing about the boys not getting laid. At first, it had surprised her how quickly they forgot about the social norms. But there was really nothing she could do other than being or trying to be a sympathetic ear. 

Adele looked at the older twin quickly checking if he was okay with his friend openly asking his sister out. To her surprise, he just shook his head, he must have figured that they were both going to do whatever they wanted. They were in the middle of war and life was going to be short, who was he to stop them?  After everything his sister had been through with Katherine and taking care of Fredrick, she deserved a little fun. As much as he hated it. 

**

“Stop Joe! You cheated!” Olivia laughed as they both came to a stop at the end of the course, for the most part, he had stayed close by her until the end when he took off running, causing her to curse and chase after him. 

Still laughing he shrugged his shoulders, took steps forward, and slung his arm around her shoulders pulling her back to him. He could enjoy seeing the light blush covering her cheeks. He resisted pressing a kiss against her cheek before turning so they were facing the group that was still making their way towards the end of the course. 

“I will still pay for drinks.” He muttered lowly in her ear. “On one condition.” “What’s that?” She prodded before yelling out encouragement to Adele. “It's just the two of us. No Bobby, no Floyd. Just us.” 

Pursing her lips, she thought for a minute before nodding her head in agreement, “Fine. Yeah! Addie!” Adele had pulled herself up and over the wall and had a triumphant smile on her face. Bobby who had come over the wall behind her grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up. Causing her to shout with laughter.  

"Sometimes," Joe's voice was low in her ear, as he clapped his hands in encouragement, "All it takes is the right kind of encouragement." 

"Is that so?" She returned as Adele tore across the opening and into her Lieutenant's arms, causing Joe to snicker and move his arm from her shoulders to her waist to hold her up so they wouldn't tumble to the ground. He wanted to admit that the thought of taking her out on the weekend pass was the encouragement he needed. But at the same time, he wasn't sure that he was ready to settle at all. Olivia was a girl who needed a boyfriend, not a bootcamp fling.

**

"Excuse me, Lieutenant Sobel." Amber started seeing the flat-footed man outside of the officer's barracks, everyone else was heading out to dinner in the mess hall a couple of hours later. He turned to face her, a sneer forming on his face. The hatred and distaste he had for the women were growing stronger with each day that passed. "I think I have a way of getting Olivia Stewart out of both of our hairs." Sobel paused, he could hear Olivia's laughter coming from down the pathway, Bill Guarnere had gathered her up in his arms dipping her down to the ground, and proceeded to rain kisses all over her face.

"I am listening." He started folding his arms, he was tired of not being able to do anything about the nurses. But if one of their own was willing to do something about it, he was going to take full advantage of it.

**

"Bill, stop,  you are embarrassing yourself!' Olivia laughed as he raised her back upright, his hand lingering on hers. "Me? Never." He laughed before releasing her hand, she had scolded him about the flirting and how he should focus more on Evie than her, and how they could get removed from the program.

 Evie joined the Army Nursing  Corps to be with Bill, not because she wanted to make a difference. She wanted the relationship with Bill where Olivia found herself moving further and further away from her childhood sweetheart and more towards someone like Lewis or even Joe Liebgott, who over the last week or so she had started forming a friendship with.

She gave him a pointed look and then glanced at Evie.

"You know," Talbert commented, settling his arm around her shoulders, they had all heard the shouting match that the two had gotten into after he had seen her and Nixon wander off together to talk, "We would pay big bucks to see you two together." His dark eyes darted to Evie then back to Olivia who glowered at him.

"In your dreams pal."

"Only every night babe." He returned, causing her to roll her eyes and smack her hand against his chest.

"You are a pig." He offered a cheeky smile followed by a loud smacking kiss against her cheek before letting her slip away from him. "Just the girl I was looking for.' Sobel's nasally voice came from down the pathway causing everyone to deflate and roll their eyes and Olivia to stiffen.

 Bobby took a step forward ready to pounce on the man if need be. She had come to him the night before near tears about how Sobel was making them uncomfortable and as much as she was playing it off like everything was fine, it wasn't.

 'After the night march tonight, you and Cobb are going to be on guard duty."

"Yes, sir." She flattered, she had dreaded spending time with Cobb after the advances he tried on her and the other girls. But if she had to do it, she had to do it.

 "Don't worry Liv, we are on right after." Bobby muttered darkly, normally the duties were two or three hours at a time, "We will make sure nothing happens to you."

 "If worst comes to worst." Floyd added, "Stab him with your scissors."

"Gladly." There was a small twisted smirk forming on her face. As much as her oldest brother claimed her innocence, there was something about her that could be downright evil. It made her twin brother proud. 

Cobb, who had been within the ranks of the 3rd platoon came up to the group smirking, “Olivia.” “It’s Lieutenant Stewart.’ Bobby corrected, and while Olivia was okay with most of the men and permitted them to call her by her first name, she still had every right to be called by her rank, which she rightfully earned. 

Cobb rolled his eyes, “She isn’t my Lieutenant.” “She is a Lieutenant.” Talbert threw in before the tempers that Liebgott and Bobby had flared, “And she does deserve your respect. She worked just as hard as the other Lieutenants.” Her hand caught his and squeezed it in thanks as Liebgott led her into the mess hall, out of the line of the fire.  

“Oh come on, Talbert, the only reason why you pretend to respect her is because you want in her pants.” The blonde man complained, “I mean, I don’t blame you, I want to fuck her too.” 

A heavy hand dropped onto his shoulder, and he turned his head to meet the fiery blue eyes of Robert Stewart. And his heart dropped to his stomach. “Roy, let’s go have a chat before we go to dinner.”  

***

Olivia stifled her yawn behind her hand as they marched, she was sandwiched in between Talbert and Liebgott. Every Friday night since they had been there and their passes were revoked they had marched and each march grew longer. They were now at 12 miles, in the pitch dark, full packs and dead silence.

The silence that all the girls hated.

Especially Olivia who was used to the constant noise of the old houses settling or of siblings fighting or over-talking each other to be heard. Only tonight was different, she had heard Pat Christenson coughing and dropped back to check on him and told him to drink the water. That they were forbidden to drink from, he was fighting a mild cold and slight dehydration and Olivia wasn't going to let anything serious happen to him. They had all come too far with this for someone to drop out because of an illness.

“ Lieutenant.” He offered, he knew that there would be hell to pay when Sobel found out that he drank from his canteen. But he wanted to listen to Olivia, she was like Winters and Nixon, and she seemed to know what she was doing. And if he remembered correctly, Bobby told them stories about how his twin was constantly talking about how she patched him and the older brothers and younger sister up. 

"I will handle Sobel." She said firmly, a determined twinkle in her eye before returning to her place between Talbert and Liebgott.

"I hope you know what you are doing Princess," Joe whispered.

"I always know what I am doing.' He glanced over her head at Talbert who smirked and shook his head. She was going to cause a mess of trouble, there was no doubt in his mind. But he would do anything he could to pull her out of it.

"Lieutenant Winters." Bull Randleman's voice came from in front of her causing her to perk up causing the two men on either side of her to laugh.

"What is it?'

"Permission to speak sir."

"Permission granted.' Winters returned, Olivia didn't need to see his face to know that he was amused, she could count on one hand how many times she had seen that man amused. This was a rare treat.

"We have 9 other companies sir, why is it we are the only ones that are out here marching 12 miles in the pitch dark with a full pack." 

"Why do you think Private Randleman?" 

"Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir." "Lieutenant Sobel doesn't hate Easy Company, he just hates you." There was scattered laughter through the ranks.

"Thank  you, sir."

"He hates you too, Muck.' Talbert teased knocking his knuckles against Skip's helmet causing Olivia to laugh softly and shake her head. 

"Amber is the only one he likes other than Evans." Adele's voice floated forward. Amber was the only nurse not marching with them that night. 

"Why do you think that?" Olivia returned curiously, they all had their theories on what was going on, and she had rushed whispered conversations with Lewis and Dick about theirs when they could have them. 

"Well." The girl paused, trying to find the right words that wouldn't embarrass herself or

 the other girls. "I kind of walked in on them the other night."

"Easy Liv!' Chuck Grant exclaimed as he bumped into her, she had stopped dead in her tracks at the statement.

"Sorry Chuck." She said before moving forward again, falling back into step with Liebgott and Talbert, "What were they doing Addie?"

 "You know."

 "No, we don't sweets." Liebgott called, earning a slap on the chest from Olivia, causing him to catch it and hold it against his heart, "You wound me, princess.' His heart flipped in his chest when he saw the bright dimpled smile on her face. 

"You know it."

"Sex." Bobby filled in, his amusement clear in his voice.

"Aw! Gross! Bobby!" Repeated complaints filled the air at that. 

"I really, really didn't need that image in my head," Alice complained from where she was near the front with Bull and Johnny. 

"Me either." The other 3 nurses agreed, pulling faces. All thankful that it was dark enough to where the men couldn't see how horrified they all were.

"Where is Lewis when I need him?" Olivia muttered, "He has whiskey." Trying to drown the image out of her head was going to be the best option.

"There is one way to get the image out of your head." Talbert started as they turned to go line up in front of the barracks, "Creating your own images. We will be happy to help you with that."

All the blood rushed to her face and neck and she was thankful that her uniform and too-big helmet covered it, the last thing that she needed was to be teased again, Lewis did that enough. 

"Oh, um, I, uh." She stammered, she had only really had Lewis tease her like that before having a man who was a near stranger say that was shocking. Her shock was saved by Sobel, Evans, and Amber appearing.  

The latter smirked at her CO's misfortunate having to march with the men and the other nurses. Olivia, who pulled herself away from the 1st platoon made her way up to the front, to stand next to Dick, like she had been told to. Lewis, Peacock, and Shames joined them seconds later.

"Liv? You good?" Lewis asked lowly, he could see the faint red tinge on her cheeks and wondered what he had missed by being further back.

"Later, Lew, later." She muttered.

"Lieutenant Winters, canteens out and open," Sobel ordered, his beady eyes going over all of the company. "Canteens out and open," Dick ordered not risking to look back at the other officers, he knew the moment he made eye contact with Olivia, one of them was going to

 break and it was probably going to be her. And they didn't need to have a scene caused right then.

Sobel gave the command to pour and started going up and down the rows of men looking for one of them to mess up so he could have them repeat the march.

 "Who is this?" He had found his target, Pat Christenson. "Private Christenson. Were you told not to drink on the Friday night march?"

 "Yes, sir." "You disobeyed a direct order. Lieutenant Winters."

"Lieutenant Sobel." Olivia's voice cut over his command causing everyone to freeze, no one actually cut him off before, they had all thought about it and never did it, "I told him to drink sir.'  

"What gives you the right?" Sobel spat, spinning around to face her. 

"My rank in the Nursing Corp sir, it is my responsibility to make sure these men are healthy

 enough to go into battle. And Private Christenson is sick." The man's hands formed fists and he stalked towards her. 

"He wasn't healthy. So I made a call." Her eyes dropped down to his fists, "What are you going to do with those fists Lieutenant Sobel?"

"Oh don't do it Liv," Lewis muttered, he knew that she could drop the fact that her godfather was the General over the parachute infantry. He was even over General Taylor, with whom they were all familiar. Her saying anything about that would make it five times worse for her and for Bobby. 

But Sobel seemed not to put two and two together and it was almost like a game to see when Sobel was going to figure it out.

 If he did. 

Realizing that Winters, Nixon, and several others were inching closer to where they were standing, Sobel loosened his fist and stepped away. "Both of you refill your canteens and repeat the 12-mile march now! Fall out!" He finally spat. “Yes sir.” The two parroted back and Olivia smirked as she passed Lewis and the others. She had known exactly what she was doing when she had told him to drink, she knew that she couldn’t do 2 hours alone with Cobb on guard duty. He was still smarting from the ass beating he got from Bobby, there was no telling what he would do to her. Olivia had been quick to put two and two together when her brother came into the mess hall with bloody knuckles. The rest of the boys had been quick to start teasing Bobby once Olivia scolded him and started cleaning up the blood knuckles. Then she turned her attention to them, lecturing them too, which amused her brother and Nixon greatly. 

 **

“You didn’t have to do that, Lieutenant.” Pat finally said as they started back out on the march. “It’s Olivia please.” She waved her hand, “And yes I did. Sobel thinks he can bully everyone and anyone he thinks is below him, including the women. But I am not going to let him.”

 He was silent waiting for her to go on, it seemed like as quiet as she seemed she had a lot to say about Sobel. 

“Y’all worked too hard for him to f-” she caught herself from swearing, if it was Lewis, Bobby, or Bill she would have been more open to cursing, “mess it up. I think the best thing that we can do is rise above his crap and prove we are the best. You boys have Winters, Nixon, Keihn, Peacock, and Shames, they outweigh everything that he has done wrong.”  

“We also have you Olivia.’ He cut in, “and the other girls. We all work extra hard to impress you.”  He was awarded with a bright smile from her. Something that only was granted to her twin, Bill, and from what he had seen Winters, Nixon, Talbert, and Liebgott. 

“You lot are a bunch of flirts you know that?” 

 He laughed before shifting the machine gun on his shoulder again, they all knew it, it had started being a competition between them to see who could get to one of the nurses first. Olivia because of her rank and the fact that she was one of their own’s twin sister was out of it. 

"So are you though, you flirt with  Lieutenant Nixon.” 

‘Honey, there is more to the story with me and Nix than y’all know. I am sure you know that I dated Bill right?” Her eyes were on the path in front of them. “We heard, your brother is very vocal about his displeasure with Bill and his relationship with Jenkins. We also heard you slapped both of them.” 

“I did, it happened right before we left to go back to Charleston. Frederick, our great-great grandfather was on death’s door and wanted me to go out and take care of him.” She started, her fingers catching the strap of her medical bag, “I reminded him a lot of his daughter Lydia who was killed during the Civil War.” 

‘And where you go, Bobby goes.”  They had all seen it, Bobby was fiercely overprotective of his sister, and her going to OCS and then to Meade was the longest they had been separated. “Bingo.” She laughed using her free hand to push her helmet up, “I hadn’t made up my mind to go back until then and I think my grandfather and great uncle Finn knew that so Finn was already on his way down from DC to get us.” 

“Wait, is Uncle Finn, General Finnigan Stewart?” 

“You catch on quick Pat. Yes, he is mine and Bobby’s godfather, but we don’t want that to go around too much. I already got enough crap at OCS for it.”  He made a motion like he was zipping his lips causing her to laugh softly before carrying on with her story. 

**

Once the anger cleared and they returned to their barracks,  Sobel realized that Olivia had gotten out of guard duty with Cobb and he had to figure out a way to get to her. “Son of a bitch!’ Sobel cursed, throwing his jacket onto his footlocker. 

“Sir?” Evans asked as he shut the door to their barracks. Much like Winters and Nixon, they shared a two-man barracks which was kiddie corner from the nurses' barracks. Evans knew from watching Sobel that he just had to angle just perfectly on the two steps that were attached to the building, you could see into the small window that was on the nurse’s barracks door. “She got out of guard duty with Cobb.” 

“Maybe it’s for the best, sir,” Evans started almost thoughtfully, “we shouldn’t be messing with them too much. The men are much more agreeable when they are around. And,” he paused, he like some of the others put two and two together with the Stewart last name and the general in charge of them being a Stewart too. “And what?” He spat angrily, he couldn’t believe that Evans wasn’t backing him like he thought he would. 

“It’s nothing, never mind.”  He returned, Sobel was digging his own grave and he was going to have to lie in it. 

*** 

“Hey.” Lewis laughed seeing the head nurse coming into the mess hall, dark circles ringing her eyes and shoulders slumped, “There’s our girl.”

 ‘Good morning.” She returned with a yawn, she had gotten back to the barracks a few hours before and tossed and turned before having to get up for the day. 

“Is Christenson okay?” Dick asked as she joined them at their table, she pushed the plate of slop that she had gotten to the center of the table and opted to pick up her coffee mug. “He is fine now. Betsy is checking on him right now.” She returned, ‘I think it was just a cold and stress from being with Sobel 24/7.”  

Raising an eyebrow, Dick pushed the slop back towards her, he knew that they were all stressed and if OCS was anything to go off of, Olivia was stressed out and when she was stressed she snapped a lot more and didn’t eat. And when that happened, Olivia got super angry and was more than likely to snap.  She frowned and picked up her fork. “Can’t be any worse than what Katherine made.”  Lewis teased nudging her with his elbow. “That’s funny, that you think she cooked Lewis.”  She laughed, 'Everything I learned, I learned from Andie, and thank god for that.” She paused taking a sip of her coffee, ‘Do you think what Addie said last night was true about Amber and Sobel?”  “What about them?” Lewis asked looking between the two, Neither one of them had said much of anything after the confrontation the night before. “Supposedly, they are having sex.” The tips of Dick’s ears went red and a pink tinge covered Olivia’s cheeks as she answered. ‘If it is true, you can go to Sink and get Amber sent home.” Lewis mused, but Olivia quickly shook her head, “No, that is the easy way out for her, and after everything she has put me through so far. “ She shook her head, there was a part of her,  that yes wanted to ruin Amber’s life but the other part wanted to ruin her bit by bit. It was just going to be a waiting game to see who would win out.

**

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing Olivia,” Sobel commented later that morning when she came up onto the mock airplane to practice their practice jumps, he had just snapped at Smokey Gordon who broke his legs. And now Olivia was standing in front of him.

“I am sure, I don’t know what you are talking about sir.” Olivia returned innocently, “I am just doing my job, just like you are.” There was a choked cough from behind her and Sobel turned his glare to her brother who was standing behind her waiting for his turn. “Yes, you do.’ He sputtered, stopping from cursing at her. “Lieutenant Sobel, I think you need to get out of the heat. Heat exhaustion is a dangerous thing. Excuse me.”  He gaped at her as she stepped into the opening, her eyes glanced down at the sand. 

This part was easy, it was the actual jumping out of the plane that was scaring her. Taking a deep breath, she counted 1,000, 2,000, 3,000 like the others before as she jumped off the platform. Unlike Gordon who went before her, she landed on her knees and threw her hands out to catch herself. 

“Ow.” She muttered as she stood up to brush herself off before turning to look up at the platform again. Her brother had caught her eye and offered a smile and a thumbs up. He had pushed himself forward and butted in front of the others so he could be close to his sister, he knew how much flying and going out of the plane terrified her. When she found out that James was becoming a pilot, she prayed every single day and Bobby was sure she still did even though he had been gone for several months. 

“You know something.” Amber started, she had been standing waiting for the rest of the nurses to finish so they could go into their classroom lecture. “Don't start Amber, I am not in the mood.’ Olivia ordered, it was short and clipped something she wasn’t used to, she was starting to sound more and more like her mother and she hated it. Amber squared her shoulders and took a step forward so she was standing closer to her. 

Causing her to take a step back, glowering angrily, “I am warning you, Sargent, back off.” Amber smirked and took another step forward, “You have no control here, Olivia. Lieutenant Sobel is in charge and he likes me over you.” “And that’s completely fine for you Amber.” Olivia returned, “You should start thinking about settling down. I mean a girl your age,” Out of all the girls, Amber was the oldest at 24 while Olivia and the others ranged between 18-22 years old. “Should start thinking about settling down. And Lieutenant Sobel is perfect for that. And for you.” Amber’s hand twitched like she wanted to slap her but she knew that if she did, she would be out of the program and Olivia would win. 

That was the last thing that she wanted.  

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@imperialstark had these tags yesterday on a post and, well, gestures vaguely

you can also find this on ao3 here

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1. You are…

They’re young and seventeen and they hate each other. They’ve hated each other since the day Steve came home two years ago to find out that his aunt’s unexpected visit upstate had resulted in her coming home with a dark-haired, sad-eyed boy only a year younger than Steve himself. And perhaps Aunt Peggy had been thinking that Steve’s chronic inability to ignore someone who needed to be taken under his wing would take care of that relationship in a heartbeat, but what she’d forgotten is that Steve doesn’t have a lot of people he calls his who have stuck around. The prospect of having to share his aunt, who’d taken him in after his ma had passed, had been less than appealing to say the least.

The problem had been that Tony hadn’t had a lot of people to call his either, and he’d been just as possessive over his godmother.

The bigger problem is that two years later, Tony is gorgeous and fiery feels really fucking incredible writhing against him when Steve pins him to the closest horizontal (or vertical, he’s not picky) surface.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying,” Steve moans, free hand scrabbling at the box of tissues on the dresser next to them. Aunt Peggy will kill them if they come in their tuxes. They’re supposed to be standing up there with her, the two bridesmen to Uncle Danny’s Daisy and Jemma. They can’t go up there looking like they’ve just had sex, even though they have. It’s bad enough that they’re going to be rumpled, that Tony’s bowtie is hanging loosely from his neck and will almost definitely have to be tied by someone who isn’t Steve because he’ll be too tempted to use it to strangle him. If they show up with stained pants, there won’t even be pieces of them to identify the bodies.

“I’m annoying?” Tony hisses, rolling his body in one long, sinuous line. It brings his cock right into alignment with Steve’s and makes them both moan. “You’re the one coming in here talking about starting over on the right foot or whatever like you think I don’t know you’re the one who put itching powder in my briefs for today.”

Steve blinks, hand freezing between their bodies. Itching powder? He doesn’t know about any—

“Wait, then what are you wearing under there?”

“That’s your question? Not ‘I’m sorry for trying to prank you on our aunt’s fucking wedding day’?”

“I’m not sorry,” Steve mutters, and that isn’t what he meant to say at all. He meant to say that it was almost definitely Bucky’s fault and Clint’s idea and that he hadn’t known they were planning to do something like that, but he’s a little too distracted by finding out what Tony’s wearing under his tux pants, which is—

Blue lace.

He lets out a strangled sound at the sight of Tony’s pretty cock wrapped in ice blue lace. He hadn’t even known that they made lingerie like that for men. Had Nat told him about them? It looks like something she might have worn back when they were dating (back before she realized his hate affair with Tony was always going to trump his love affair with her—high school romances may come and go but high school rivalries are forever).

Before he can think about it, he’s letting go of Tony’s hands so he can shove the lace down under Tony’s balls with one hand and frantically pull his own cock out of his pants with the other. He shoves against Tony once, twice, Tony’s hands scrambling at his shoulders as he’s pushed up onto his tiptoes. He hadn’t known it would be so hot, seeing Tony in lingerie, and now he hopes that Tony always wears them, that Steve always gets to know about that private little thing that’s just for him, that Tony’s his, that Tony’s his, that—

He barely gets the tissue down between them to catch his come when he spills, panting into Tony’s mouth. Tony lets out a shocked little noise of his own and comes only seconds later, cock jerking between them.

Tony’s bowtie is a little sloppy when they meet up with the other bridesmaids since Steve has never had to tie it onto someone else. And Steve’s jacket is a little wrinkled since Tony had dug furrows into it when he came. But Aunt Peggy had looked beautiful, and that’s all that matters (and if Steve couldn’t stop staring at Tony later as he laughed, twirling Aunt Peggy around the dancefloor, well... that's something for just Steve to know).

~

2. …cordially…

They’re twenty-one and standing in a small anteroom in a chapel in Vegas, three minutes after Bucky and Nat tied the knot on a whim. Tony is wearing a pretty purple dress that he’d picked up when he went with Nat to go pick out a wedding dress. Steve is in a cheap suit that nonetheless came with an actual bowtie that he’s since lost because it’s draped around Tony’s neck. They’re standing so close together that only a hand can fit between them.

Tony’s hand, to be exact.

It’s wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them off together with a little twist at the end that has Steve throwing his head back against the wall, gasping with how good it is. They’ve been doing this for four years now, and he doesn’t understand how it just keeps getting better every time.

“You’re so good,” he gasps, voice lilting up into a whine when Tony takes advantage of his bared neck and bites down on the tendon. Tony learned that was an erogenous zone for him last year, sometime right around the time they decided to let go of their hatred (though liking each other is still a long way off) and decided that friends with benefits wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“I know I’m good,” Tony purrs, but Steve hears the hitch in his breathing. Tony likes to be praised, likes to be called Steve’s good boy and told that he’s doing so well for him.

“What, you don’t want to hear you’re the best I’ve ever had?” he teases, and Tony’s hand does something that makes them both groan. The taffeta on his pushed-up dress rubs against Steve's stomach, the scratching a tantalizing contrast to Tony’s hand on his cock, slick with their combined pre-come.

Tony trails kisses up his neck to his ear, takes the lobe between his teeth, and gently tugs. Steve moans again.

“Am I the best you’ve ever had, Steve?” he breathes once he’s let go. “Better than that girl two years ago? Better than your first? Better than Brock?”

“You know you are,” Steve gasps, trying not to think about Brock. That relationship had been a bad idea in a number of ways, but one of the biggest had been that he couldn’t stop hooking up with Tony throughout it.

“Then come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

And Steve does.

~

3. …invited to…

They’re twenty-four and hiding in the bathroom outside the newlywedded Hank Pym and Janet van Dyne’s reception. The wedding had been lovely, tasteful and exquisite just as Steve would have expected from Janet for all that he hasn’t known her long. The reception had clearly been catering to her parents, however, because all the food is tiny, the music is slow, and the bar isn’t free.

All it had taken was one smirk from Tony and a strategic loosening of his tie for Steve to follow him into the bathroom and sink to his knees to take Tony into his mouth.

They haven’t done this much recently. There’s been something stirring in Steve’s belly every time he looks at Tony that makes wanting to call him up for a night feel more awkward than it used to. He’s been avoiding thinking about it, but here, on his knees, with Tony’s cock down his throat, he can’t help but picture it: waking up next to Tony tomorrow morning, holding his hand at the movies, chasing after him at one of those obscure theme parks Tony likes to go to every year, and maybe—just maybe—one day it’ll be them at the end of the aisle.

He pulls off of Tony’s cock with a gasp, tears stinging his eyes as he thinks about it. He wants it so bad. He hadn’t even known how bad until this moment, and he can’t have it, Tony would never want it, and—

“Get dinner with me after this,” Tony exhales.

Steve looks up at him, surprised, certain that he hadn’t actually heard what he thought he had. “What?”

“Get dinner with me. Like as a date or whatever.”

So maybe he had heard it right, but—“Romantically?”

“Yes, Steve, romantically. I mean, I—” He stops and looks down at him, biting his lip. They probably look pretty ridiculous with Tony’s dick still hanging out of his pants and Steve’s mouth red and swollen, but there’s no denying the vulnerable look in Tony’s eyes and the way Steve’s heart leaps. “I’ve missed you the last few weeks. And I thought maybe you were… avoiding me for the same reason I was missing you.”

“Yes!” Steve says immediately, too excited to even think about trying to play it cool. “Yeah. I’d—I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says again. And to prove it he dives back onto Tony’s cock, burying his nose in the red silk at the base that’s poking out from his pants. He pulls out all the fancy tricks he’s learned from his years doing this with Tony (he gets to have Tony, and suddenly, he wonders if they’ve been building up to this all along), deepthroating him the way he learned how to do when he was eighteen and trying so hard to find something that Tony hadn’t already learned how to do first (he hadn’t succeeded, but he had managed to last longer than Tony had when he finally got his dick into his tight hole, so he’s always counted that as his victory).

It takes less than a minute for Tony to come and then Steve is shoving his hand in his pants and jerking himself off furiously, heedless of the mess it’ll make. If he knows Tony, they’re going to get drive-through anyway and park somewhere so they can make out in between bites.

…It sounds like the best first date ever.

~

4. …the wedding…

They’re twenty-seven and leaning up against the door to their hotel room a few floors above Pepper and Happy’s reception. Steve can’t help thinking of another reception a few years ago, but that time, he had been the one on his knees, not Tony. Tony’s tie is wrapped around Steve’s wrist, and Steve’s is hanging out of Tony’s pocket, having been exchanged sometime before the speeches.

“I love you,” he says fervently, hands tangled in Tony’s hair as he jerks him up and down his cock. “You’re so beautiful for me, so perfect. All mine, I love you so much.”

Tony whines in that way that means he’s just come, untouched, just from sucking Steve’s cock and hearing his praise. Steve groans and holds Tony’s head still so he can thrust instead, slamming his cock down his throat. Odds are high Tony won’t even be able to talk tomorrow, and if he does, it’ll be in that raspy voice that all their friends know means Steve fucked him good.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, never known anyone as good as you. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

He comes down Tony’s throat, barely remembering to let go so Tony can jerk his head back when it gets to be too much. Come drips onto the carpet, and Steve reminds himself that he’ll need to grab a washcloth later—it wouldn’t be right making the cleaning crew take care of it when he’s more than capable, no matter how nice this hotel is. For right now, though, he sinks onto the floor, picking Tony up so he can cradle him close.

Tony breathes heavily for a long minute and then finally manages to say, voice just as hoarse and fucked out as Steve had been hoping, “Jesus fuck, baby, why do you always have to ruin my pants?”

Steve laughs fondly and kisses his forehead.

Tony bats him away, hands as weak as a kitten. “Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” he grouses, “but if you ruin another pair of suit pants, I’m gonna make you pay for the next one.”

~

5. …of…

They’re twenty-nine and Steve has been heartbroken for three months out of that year. He still remembers that last fight they’d had before Tony had stormed out. He’d told himself that Tony would come back, that they’d make up like they always did, but he hadn’t. And three weeks later, Tony had shown up at Sam and Rhodey’s engagement party with Sunset Bain on his arm and that had been that.

Well.

Not quite that had been that.

There are times when Steve definitely wishes he could get Tony Stark out of his system but that never seems to be when he actually sees him, which is probably why they keep winding up fucking in some out of the way spot. Sam and Rhodey’s wedding isn’t an exception, much as Steve wishes it was since they both brought dates.

They’re supposed to be taking pictures in a few minutes, but instead, they’re back in the groomsmen’s room, clothes strewn across the floor, Tony’s perfect cock splitting him wide open.

“That’s it, baby,” Tony hisses in his ear, bending him further over the chest of drawers. “Tighten up for me, hmm?”

Steve tries, but he feels like he’ll never be tight again, like Tony has fucked him permanently loose. He tries to say that, but all that escapes him is a pathetic groan as Tony’s cock glides across his prostate, lighting him up.

“Do I make you feel good?” Tony whispers, harsh and mocking and cruel. “Do you miss this? Do you think about me every time that pathetic pencil pusher gets his dick in you?”

The worst part is that Tony isn’t even wrong and they both know it. The worst part is that he knows Tony is just as unsatisfied with his pretty little heiress as Steve is with his accountant. The worst part is that if they could just talk about it, they could fix everything, they could both be happy again, but neither of them would ever be willing to swallow their pride long enough to do that.

“Tony,” he whispers, and maybe something of that shows in his voice because Tony drops his forehead to Steve’s shoulder and lets out a harsh sob. His hips don’t stop moving, his cock still thrusts into Steve’s hole like it belongs there (it does, oh god, but it does), but Steve’s shoulder is damp now and he doesn’t think it’s just from sweat.

“Does he make you feel like this?” Tony says, so softly Steve almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of their bodies moving together. He gets his hand around Steve’s cock and strokes once—twice—a third time. “Does he make you feel like he loves you?”

And Steve wants to tell him no, that only Tony has ever made him feel like this, but he’s coming against the drawers, pleasure whiting his mind out. And by the time he’s come back to himself, Tony is long gone.

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6. …Tony Stark and Emma Frost

They’re thirty-one and they haven’t seen each other even once since Rhodey and Sam’s wedding. Tony opened up a new SI facility in Malibu, and Steve has been staying in New York, working as a curator at MOMA, which he would love more if it didn’t remind him of Tony coaching him through the interview process by fucking his brains out every time he made it past a round. Truth be told, Steve had started to think that they were never going to see each other again, but then he’d found out from one of the other curators that they were closing the museum early for a night for the wedding of the century: Tony Stark and Emma Frost.

And he’d suddenly realized that this was his last chance.

So he’s here now, uninvited and unexpected, in the small gallery they’d set aside for Tony to get dressed in. Their pants are around their ankles, shirts unbuttoned, ties loose. Tony’s hands are pressed against the wall, Steve pressed against his back, and his cock has found its home again inside Tony’s body.

He keeps the words locked behind his teeth—I love you—and asks instead, “Does she make you feel like this?” It’s only once he’s asked it that he realizes it’s what Tony asked him two years earlier.

Tony must remember it too because his breath hitches and then he’s shoving back against Steve. For a moment, Steve wonders if he’s gone too far—if they’ve lost their chance, if Tony really does love her like he’s never loved Steve—but then Tony turns around, stepping out of his pants entirely.

“I want to see you,” he pleads, looping his hands around Steve’s neck.

And Steve—

Steve is helpless to ignore that voice. He gets his hands under Tony’s ass and lifts, pinning him back against the wall before he slides Tony back down onto his cock. Tony throws his head back and moans, the sound echoing off the walls so loudly that Steve worries someone’s going to come looking for them.

“She doesn’t, Steve,” Tony cries, voice catching on a particularly hard thrust. “It’s only you. Always you.”

Steve sobs and quickens his pace, trying to lay the last claim he’ll ever get to have on Tony. Tony is getting married. He isn’t Steve’s anymore, but this—this last moment between them, they’ll always have this. This will always belong to them—to him. He kisses him, grieving and desperate and scared. They haven’t seen each other in so long; after today, there won’t be any more excuses. Tony will be Emma’s, and Steve? Steve will go back to his lonely apartment and think bitterly on what they used to have.

“Run away with me,” he pleads, pressing the words into the soft skin of Tony’s throat. “Run away with me, sweetheart. Let’s go far away where no one will think to look for us. We can get married, have ten kids—”

Tony comes, crying out his pleasure. He tightens around Steve, pushing him over the edge too, and it’s too soon, they didn’t have enough time, they’ll never have enough time, but all too soon, he’s setting Tony back on his feet and helping him get dressed. He’ll look a little messy, and part of Steve is pleased about that, that Emma will always wonder what her husband got up to before their wedding. The rest of them is trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

“Steve,” Tony says quietly.

He doesn’t turn around. He can’t. It had been hard enough seeing Tony in his wedding suit when he’d first walked in. It’ll shatter him if he has to see him now.

“Steve. Look at me please?”

But he’s never been able to resist a request from Tony.

Tony looks nervous, hesitant, in a way that he hadn’t when Steve had walked in. He visibly swallows, dark brown eyes meeting Steve’s. “Ask me again?”

Ask him—“What?”

“Please. Ask me… what you said. At the end. Ask me again?”

Hope starts to unfurl in Steve’s chest. Barely able to breathe, he asks, “Run away with me?”

Tony swallows again and then offers him a small, sweet smile. “Yes.”

[popculturebuffet]

Next up for Disney TVA, who is your favorite character from the cartoons in the second half of the Disney Afternoon era (1993-96): Marsupilami, Aladdin the Series, Gargoyles, The Shnookums & Meat Funny Cartoon Show, Timon & Pumbaa, Quack Pack, and Mighty Ducks the Animated Series? Skipped Bonkers since you said in the last ask that you haven't seen it yet.

Okay so getting this out of the way again (And yup haven't seen bonkers) So in addition to bonkers Marsupliami (though ti looks good and snookums and meat . Aladdin the Animated Series: No faviorite as I've only seen maybe one episode in recent years , but I do hear it's a fun adventure show and remmeber it being okay as a kid. never realized as a kid the two dtv movies werne't their own movies but the pilot for the show and it's finale respectivley (both still stand find on their own and return has if nothing else I can remmeber your only second rate)

Gargoyles: I LIVE AGAIN! I really need to watch this series in full at some point.. honestly reviewing it might not be a terrible idea as it'd at least get me around to it. I'll figure it out. Faviorite is Xanatos. Even just READING about him I loved the guy, a villian so damn good at gambits tv tropes named it after him and whose clever as he is self serving. The show itself is again one I BADLY need to watch as i've only seen a few scattered episode but the one that sticks in my mind I Had on vhs in high school, Deadly Force sticks out. It handles gun saftey.. in a way that dosen't feel hackned or over the top. Elsa gets shot.. but she made the mistake of leaving her gun unmprotected and apparently the show is consitent in making sure she never does again. IT's a show with a deep intretsing mythos, voice acting royalty, and is worth a look. Again I wouldn't mind doing a retrospective at some point (Splitting season 2 up a bit ) covering the first two seasons, the slave labor graphics comics and the recent revivial comics following up on those. Not plugging there either I just think gargoyles is neat. It's disney's equilvent to batman the aniamted series in my mind and it's a shame they never really captlized on it

Timon and Pummba: Only seen some of this for a review, it seems.. okay. Not terrible by any means but nothing I really want to watch despite loving these two characters.

Quack Pack: Daisy whose redesign while attractive is also fun and is that nice sweet spot of being fed up with donalds shit sometimes but not you know cheating on him, abusing him or everything three cabs daisy did. Don't be three cabs daisy folks. The show itself i've only seen a few eps of, some for reviews some on my own time but honestly.. it's okay. It has a reptuation for being awful, for being garbage that brought down the whole disney afternoon.... but really.. it's fine. I think a lot of people raging against it forget that donald getting into domestic scraps is just as much a par tof his dientity as donald duck the greatest adventuerer who ever lived. most of his shorts come from some small incident such as his car breaking down, a raido cooking show or his cousin showing up to eat everything he has. So going back to that with a bit of advneture weirdness ocasionally thrown in seems fine. Some plots do sound.. insane but the show seems okay. The versions of the boys.. are a bit weaker but it's less for characterization (thier about the same as they were in ducktales just older) , and more for trying to make them sound cool and that despite giving them unique va's.. they didn't do much in the ones i've seen to actually defenrtaite them. And honestly the redesigns are solid

Daisy and Donalds are great an dth eboys are fine. Their hair and Louie's backwards hat are 90s as hell but honetsly they aren't half bad and now I think about it dewey's would perfectly fit the 2017's dewey's love of attention and need to be seen as a jock. The show is far from perfect and some episodes seem nuts again like Huey's dental surgery turning him into a super villian.. but overall it's just fine. Not super mediocre, but not as bad as it gets a rep for. Also the humans thing... eh why not. I prefer an all furry universe, but I get Donald has interacted with humans before.

Mighty Ducks: One I haven't revisited and don't really.. intend to. It's a weird piece of the duckverse, with aliens, 90's super powers and hockey. I might check it out for the novelty as I have gained a love of hockey due to certain canadian television series

But otherwise it's just kinda.. there. There are other 90's action shows to visit. Gargoyles is just down the block. BTAS exists. I just really.. dont' care.

[cheerscoops]

Title: Puppy Love Pairings: Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham Word Count: 1.2k Summary: When Chrissy goes to pick up her dog from doggy daycare, the last thing she expected was to meet the owner of her dog's best friend. CW/TW: a single mention of a dog being mistreated, but there are no specifics A/N: something short and sweet to end the week! thank you to everyone who's read anything I've written this week. you guys are the best <3

When Chrissy entered the doggy daycare center, there was already a man talking to the woman working at the counter, so she took her place off the side to wait for her turn. The worker noticed her and motioned for her to come to the counter as well though.

"Oh good," she said. "You're both here. This works out perfectly for me because there was something I was hoping to talk to you both about."

"Did Daisy knock over another dog again, Laura? I thought I'd finally gotten her to stop jumping on other dogs and people, but she just gets so excited, and I don't think she realizes how big she is," Chrissy rambled on as the man next to her sighed and spoke simultaneously.

"What did Harold do this time?" he asked.

As they heard each other say their dogs' names, they both paused.

"Wait. Harold is your dog?" she asked. Chrissy had heard plenty of stories about Harold throughout the year that she'd been bringing her pitbull Daisy to this doggy daycare. Daisy and Harold were practically attached at the hip and spent pretty much the entire time they were there playing together. Chrissy even had a photo of the two of them out in the yard together that the center had given to her as her phone's lock screen. She'd only met the dog once before, but she adored the lovable golden retriever almost as much as her own pup.

His owner wasn't anything like she'd expected though. With a name like Harold, she'd expected a little old lady. Instead, standing before her was a man that couldn't have been much older than she was.

"He is. And Daisy is yours?"

"Not what you expected?"

"Not really. When I picture pitbull owners, I tend to picture bikers. No offense."

"None taken. I think her original owner actually was a biker."

Chrissy turned her attention back towards Laura.

"So what adorable chaos did our dogs get up to today?" she asked.

"Well, Daisy had a bit of an accident actually," she started. "Before you start worrying, she's completely fine. She got stung by another bee during outside time today. We took the stinger out and treated the sting the same way we did the last time, and she was back to being her friendly, happy self after an hour. I have the most adorable photo to show you though."

Laura pulled out her phone and unlocked it to pull up a photo of Daisy and Harold together. Daisy was laying on her side with a damp washcloth draped over her shoulder blade where Chrissy assumed the bee sting must have been. Harold was laying beside her with his head resting on her hindquarters.

"He didn't leave her side the entirety of the time she was resting after we took care of her. It was maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Please send that to me as soon as you can,” Chrissy requested. She hated to see her baby in pain, but she didn’t look like she was hurting at all in that photo with Harold. She thought that maybe the photo was cute enough to become her new lockscreen, but she hadn’t decided yet.

“The thing I wanted to talk to you both about was that you’ve both mentioned to me that you’d like it if your individual dogs could socialize more outside of work, but we’re not in the habit of giving out customer information to just anyone even if I truly believe that your dogs might be soulmates. But, since you’re both here, I don’t have to break company policy to get you to be able to set up a playdate. I’ll go get your dogs and leave you to chat for a bit.”

With that, Laura exited the lobby and moved into the back where all of the dogs were kept. Chrissy moved to sit on the bench in the waiting area, and the man moved to sit with her.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he said as he offered her his hand.

“Chrissy.” She shook his hand and smiled over at him. “So, you aren’t what I was expecting from Harold’s owner either.”

“Lemme guess. You thought I was a little old lady who’d named her dog after her late husband?”

“Maybe not her late husband, but that was the demographic I was picturing,” she said with a small laugh.

“My roommate named him, and that was what she hoped people would think when they heard his name. She’ll be happy to know she fooled someone else.”

“A clever prank.”

“What about Daisy? That’s not the name I’d expect for a pitbull either. Did you pick it, or did her last owner name her that?”

“Oh, that was all me. I don’t even know if her last owner gave her a name. Technically, my best friend probably stole her if I’m being completely honest. His neighbors weren’t exactly treating her the best, and she wasn’t chipped, so it was easy enough for him to just claim she was a stray. He’s always been more of a cat person, and I’d been saying I wanted a dog for a while at that point, so he gave her to me as a birthday gift. I named her Daisy because she was still kind of skittish around people because of her last owners treating her so poorly, but she would always come right up to me for snuggles if I was wrapped up in this daisy patterned blanket I had. It was my favorite, but it’s all hers now.”

Just then, Laura came out with both of their dogs who were very eager to be reunited with their owners. Daisy made it to Chrissy first, jumping to place her paws on her mama’s shoulders and lick the side of her face.

“Well, hello to you, too, baby,” she said as she cupped Daisy’s face in her hands. “Were you so brave today when you got hurt? I’m gonna have to take you to get a special treat for being such a good patient. Yes, I am.”

She glanced over and saw that Harold was waiting expectantly for her to give him some attention, too.

“And thank you, Harold,” she said to the other dog. “I think I owe you a treat, too. For taking such good care of my pretty Daisy.”

Harold rested his chin on her thigh, and she moved to scratch him behind the ear. Steve’s heart melted at the sight of this woman giving so much love to his boy, too.

While still petting both of the dogs, Chrissy turned her attention towards Steve.

“There’s a dog friendly cafe around the corner, and they sell the cutest little cookies for dogs. If you’re not busy, maybe we could go there now? I could buy our dogs a treat, and we could exchange numbers so we could plan some playdates for them in the future?”

“Only if you let me buy you a coffee. If you’re treating the dogs, I’m treating you.”

“That works for me.”

“Then I’d love to.”

As the two walked out of the doggy daycare together and started to make their way around the corner to the cafe, Chrissy couldn’t help but think that maybe their dogs were the perfect matchmakers.

[lucygraysboy]

“oh, she was. she was a real life angel.” smiling softly at the mere thought of his ma, how kind and optimistic she was, billy feels what’s decidedly a pang of nostalgia, nostalgia and grief intermingled but nostalgia all the same. talking about her is always bittersweet, but at least it keeps the memories alive. “you remind me of her a lot,” he confesses sheepishly and averts his gaze, staring at his feet instead of her gentle eyes. “yeah, no, god forbid. i’m not the kind of man who abandons his family.” which means that if he did get some girl pregnant, he’d marry her even if he didn’t love her and take responsibility for his actions. he’d do everything in his power to provide for his family, regardless of his heart’s selfish desires. it’s the right thing to do, and he always wants to do what’s morally right. “a prince? now, don’t make me blush in front of our babies, darlin’.” chuckling shyly, he has to keep reminding himself that this is all just play pretend. none of this is serious. even though, he has to admit, lucy gray is a talented actress and his heart wants to believe her. “umm… yeah. it’s actually…” he almost tells her the whole truth right here and now, but there’s something about the way she’s smiling at him, that helps him guard his tongue — if she ever learned about his true identity, she’d never smile at him like this again. “william henry. william henry antrim.” it’s not really a lie. after all, it is one of his names.

“what did i do to deserve a wife as supportive as you, lucy gray? you’d really choose havin’ me home over extra money?” but then his dark brows furrow, not sure how he feels about the idea of her providing for their family. not because he’s against working women, his ma was one and he very much supports the idea, believes women should be able to earn their own money and have more independence. it’s just that, he’d worry sick about her if she had to sing for their dinner — after all, it’s not just fans and kind-hearted people who show up at such shows, it’s also disgusting, dirty-minded men. “only if you let me join the band, though. i can play guitar and violin. i could be useful,” he adds with a soft laugh, his heart palpitating when he realizes what he’s just done. did he really just get so lost in the moment that he kissed her on the forehead? forehead kisses are pure and innocent, friendly, but somehow this one has a lot more meaning than an average… it’s no use denying that his heart has been taken by storm, and so everything means more than it probably should. and these big, brown eyes are to blame. “and this, my children, is how we know mommy has no sense of smell,” he lightly teases, melting at the mere thought, and how crazy is this thought in the first place, of lucy gray with their actual babies. her touch so loving and gentle, everything a mother’s touch should be. “an oopsie daisy in grandpa’s face, that would be something.” he giggles like a mischievous little boy, ignoring her plea about teaching daisy and baby billy how to be the bigger person. he takes the cloth that she’s offering without hesitation, folding it over his fingers. “of course, of course, silly daddy. he didn’t notice the trash can.” but now he knows where the pretend trash can is and will dispose of other soiled items accordingly. “my poor daisy roo, this must be so uncomfortable, but don’t you worry. daddy’s coming to the rescue. front to back, right? that’s how you do it?” it seems only logical but he pauses mid-way, blue eyes gazing at lucy gray, questioning if he’s doing it right as though he really was a first time father.

“every time you talk about her, she gets more and more sweeter sounding.” lucy gray felt herself falling sad at that, she wished she was still here. she wished both of their mama’s were still here. the way his mama sounds so sweet, reassures her more he has to genuinely be sweet himself. that this is where that kindness comes from. “definitely never gets borin’.” she confirmed with an amused smile. “oh, okay, based off you playin’ house with your friend. not the… other thing. alright, i get you now.” relieved to know he was just joking with her about having a real ruby jean, now that meant she could be around him guilt free and not have to feel that weird flame of jealousy burning at her. “well, you’re just a prince.” lucy gray coos, called a dove and reconsidering his pretend job for their family. “your full name is william?” she questioned curiously as soon as she caught that, “and here i didn’t even know that about my own children’s father.” she amusingly smiles, guessing he just didn’t think to state his full name which wasn’t off or anything.

“we can make it just fine without the railroad. we got our animals and garden and most importantly each other. i’ll sing for extra money if we need it.” her eyes become wider with bewilderment at the forehead kiss, she’s never had the lips of a boy on her skin before. that time billy taupe was trying to lay one on her didn’t count, his lips didn’t get the chance to once she turned her head quick enough and he fell into the side of her face. shyness takes over her demeanor because she never felt butterflies in her stomach like this, being treated with tenderness made those butterflies increase. “oh, i don’t think it smells too bad. your father is just dramatic because that’s what boys do. you smell like a daisy even when you do an oopsie daisy.” lucy gray laughed, patting daisy’s cheek before looking behind her, “that’s very rotten. i don’t blame you, but you have to teach your daughter and son to be the bigger people.” she amusingly speaks, picking her diaper back up from the floor. “diapers don’t go in the floor, daddy. they go in the trash can.” she walks over and pretends the storage side of the crib is the trash, dropping it back in with the other diapers. “now we take this cloth and we quit horsin’ around and actually clean her up.” she comes back to him, looking at him pointedly like a mother would while holding out a little cloth in her palm.

[keefiswhoiam]

November 14 - 2023 Tuesday

11:05pm

This morning I made a bologna sanwich and bean with bacon soup for breakfast. My one job was to not burn the sandwich but I charred it on one side. Other than that it was a good meal. On stream I warmed up with a digital circus pic and got interrupted by my dad showing me a skunk he trapped which stunk up my entire room for the next hour. I was interrupted 2 more times for dumb reasons. I started work on the group commission today which largely involved more messaging than drawing. After stream I goofed around just a little before installing a new smoke detector/monoxide alarm and wiped down my bathroom floor. For lunch I made a tapitio ramen bowl and tried to spruce it up with some grilled chicken and potatoes which would have worked if I didn't make it a soup. I've learned time and time again that I don't like ramen with broth, I'd rather just eat the noodles. I watched a video about Epcot that Daisy sent me while eating. Like yesterday I got kinda lazy/slow brained so the request took longer than usual again. It also took me a long time to get drawing the art trade I'm doing but I did end up doing what I was supposed to. Other than that my schedule today was upheld. I don't know why every afternoon is so hard for me to be engaged with. After work I put some good time into Daisy and I's friendiversary gift which I'm feeling much more confident about. I also have to return and reorder something from amazon for the project since what I got isn't right for what I'm doing. When I finished I tried joining David's server because I wanted to socialize but he was asleep in call apparently and the other people were there loudly playing their own game as usual so I left. I don't want to sit in calls where everyone is just using it as their comms. I wish they'd go to clearly dedicated gaming channels for that rather than general chats so I don't have to scope it out beforehand. I decided to play Cities for a little bit and this is when Daisy called. She worked on organizing a lolita event for next weekend while I played. Then she played Planet Zoo and I just watched her while I ate dinner. It was nice and cozy, I liked focusing on watching her play. When she went to bed I got on Star Stable even though I wasn't really feeling like playing it. We also looked through some very old DMs a little which felt good to look back on and realize how far we've come in such a short time. A friendship like ours really does seem unique, at least over the course of my life so far.

[cstarling]

amaryllis + daisy !

amaryllis. what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in? how do they express that pride?

more than anything, clarice is proud of herself for how far she's come. it's hard to admit some days, but she really is. she's struggled through adversity, loneliness, and the challenges from her schooling and her peers, and she's still become a good and just woman. she's proud of how well she does at her job, as well. expressing that is harder for her, i think her pride shows in how hard she works every day. she's a humble person, so she finds it hard to celebrate her triumphs, but she knows she's had them.

daisy. did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence?

absolutely - the moment she was sent to her uncle's farm and she realized she couldn't save the lambs from their slaughter is the moment she stopped being a child, i think. it's the moment that she realized even the most innocent of creatures would be slain, in one way or another, and as many times as she's felt like a sheep, she had to realize that her own slaughter could truly come at any moment. that's when she decided she had to grow up and take care not to walk into the traps of wolves or farmers with captive bolt pistols. this was sort of her downfall, as well, because even knowing she couldn't save the lambs, she would always keep trying. which translated into her career as an fbi agent - which brings her closer to her own slaughter every day. but her innocence isn't all gone, i think she still has some within her that she guards day and night, trying to keep it from slipping away.