#so i had to. open browser tumblr purely to put the pictures here

[remxedmoon]

STUMBLES IN COVERED IN BLOOD. hi! sorry i haven’t posted art in a while!!!! i redrew every single isat battle portrait. including 15 custom sprites, totalling up to 78 sprites total. use these for anything you want!! as long as i’m credited and it’s not for commercial purposes, go nuts!!!

full sprite sets below the cut!! for anyone who doesn’t want to open the google drive lol

SIKE. there’s also my ramblings here. don’t worry i did actually put the sprite sets below

i labeled all of the custom sprites as such in the drive, but for anyone that doesn’t want to sift through that, the custom sprites are bigfrin damage (2), act 6 siffrin KO and timefreeze, mira timefreeze, bonnie hurt, KO, buff, and timefreeze, and All Of Loop’s Sprites. the wiki doesn’t include the act 5 buff sprite but like. i assume it exists so i’m not counting it as custom.

anyways!! this took about 2 Weeks of drawing every day. i literally drew for like 8 hours straight on one of those days. siffrin here has 39 PORTRAITS IN TOTAL i’m not kidding. that’s straight up half of all the sprites. he doesn’t need that many.

i promise. i will not be making more redraws. for at least a week. i will resist the temptation to draw the battle cgs i promise i swear i prommy. this was really fun to work on!!!! really made me appreciate just how much adrienne drew for this game jesus christ. god’s strongest soldier. with all that aside, here’s all of the portraits! enjoy!! falls over dead on the ground

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Hidden In Plain Site (2)- Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count:  2348

A/N: This was inspired by this wonderful post by @starsholland. Without it this would not be happening. This will be a multi part fic, but I don’t know how many chapters or when it will be posted so if you’d like to be tagged let me know:)  Welcome to Tom being undercover on Tumblr. Quick notes- Y/T/B = Your Tumblr Blog

Chapter One || Master List

The edit turned out better than you thought it would. You had decided to use blue and red, since they’re Spider-Man colors and it honestly suits Tom and Haz so well. You still are wondering when the picture is from since you scoured the depths of Google and Tumblr to no avail. It’s either really old, or not really posted. Either way it made an adorable edit and will look great in your edit’s tag. It’s also sparked some ideas for a friendship imagine. It’s been so long since you wrote anything, with work and family stuff weighing you down, but you can picture the outline in your head so as soon as you finish the last touches on your outline, you click open a new document and drop a few lines down to get going. 

“What you working on?” Your brother calls to you from across the living room. He knows that once you’re home for the afternoon, it’s not normally work stuff, but sometimes your graphic design projects run into your post work day.

“Just some edits. Nothing too big.”

“Bringing work home?”

“Nope, just working on some extra stuff.” You type some more into the document, wanting to make sure that everything is hitting the moment right. In your browser, you pull up your tumblr and make a new post.

Ask me stuff while I work on my latest imagine. Give me a number 1-100 and I’ll give you a song from my writing playlist and a memory attached to it.

Across the ocean, Tom can’t sleep. It’s nearly 3am, but something is keeping his mind from sleeping. He should be able to sleep just fine. He isn’t working on any movies that have him worried, he doesn’t have any auditions coming up, and he doesn’t have press for a few weeks. So why can’t he get to sleep?

Lifting his phone in his hand he sees a notification from Tumblr saying that Y/T/B has posted. He swipes across and waits for the post to load. You want questions? Well, he can help with that. Plus, he’s interested in learning about what kind of music you’re interested in.

Anonymous Asked:

33?

Anonymous Asked:

86?

Anonymous Asked: 

69;D

Three Anons come in right after another. You weren’t expecting that quick of a reaction. Sure you had a couple hundred followers, but you didn’t tend to get that many reactions to your posts. At least not back to back. But you’ll take it, and reply. As soon as you send the edit to that blog that asked for it.

You pull up the thread between you and tomholland2013. You click the camera button and upload the edit you had done. 

Hey, here’s that edit. Hope this works for you! 

Surprisingly, whoever is behind the account messages back immediately.

That looks awesome! Thanks so muchX

Hows your night going?X

More like afternoon here lol. I’m just getting some work done after getting home earlier.

How about you? Is it night there?

It’s like the middle of the night here and I can’t sleepX

If it’s middle of the night there, did you see the news? 

What news?X

That Tom saved Spider-Man?! It’s been all over Tumblr since I got home from work.

It’s kind of the reason I made your edit in red and blue tbh.

I hadn’t had time to look at my dashboard to be honest. I’ve been busy with work stuff most of the afternoon.X

It wasn’t a lie. Over the past few days having talks between him, Bob and Tom trying to smooth everything over, there wasn’t much time to glance over the explosion that had happened since the original news had been released. But after clicking send on his message to Y/N, he clicks over to your main blog to see the reaction to the news. There are some general reblogs of the news announcing Spider-Man returning to the MCU but then there were also some general posts about Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Your tags are what really get to him. Some like hashtag my-baby-is-back-where-he-belongs and hashtag get-tom-drunk-more-often-if-it-saves-my-baby. He can’t help but laugh at the last one. True he hadn’t exactly been sober when he and Bob had first talked about getting Spider-Man back in the MCU, but he didn’t think that story would take the world by storm.

Going into his settings, Tom quickly updates his picture with the edit you had done for him. Honestly, it looked better than he had hoped for. You had done Spider-Man colors and if he wasn't trying to keep this blog on the down low, he would share it on his Instagram so his fans could see how talented Y/N was. As he hits save, another message comes through from you.

Do you mind if I use the edit I sent you as inspiration for an imagine?

A what?X

An imagine. It’s a specific type of fanfic. I had a great idea of one while I was working on the edit for you, but if you’re not cool with it, I’ll find a different picture.

You did all the work on it. Feel free to use it. What kind of story?X

Basically like a Tom x Reader with hints of Harrison friendship notes in it. It’s hard to explain lol

Have you written other stuff?X

I think everyone on this site dabbles in it from time to time, but yeah I’ve written a few pieces over the past few years.

Do you have a list of them?X

Sure, it’s here.

You had linked a page in your message. Apparently dabbling meant one.. Two.. three… his finger drags down the page as he counts the stories. Holy hell, you’ve written fifty stories about him, Peter Parker and even some of the other Avengers. But most of them revolve around him and x Reader, whatever that means. You had mentioned it in your message, but he wasn’t sure what it meant.

Ok, I’m new to the whole fanfic thing, so pardon my stupidity but what does x reader mean?X

It’s a self insert fic. Basically anywhere that it says Y/N or you, you put yourself into the fic. They’re one of the most popular types of fics.

Before he can reply to your message, a notification comes up saying that Y/T/B has posted a new post.

Anonymous Asked:

33?

Y/T/B/ Answered: Heather by Conan Gray. So I love this song and totally have screamed along with the chorus of this song when I’m alone at home and writing or in my car driving places (otherwise I would freak my family out). When I wrote a fic called The Smell of Your Sweater, on my master list here, I listened to this song on repeat for three days straight to be in the right mind set. Honestly I could probably listen to this song until the end of time and never get sick of it. 

Tom reads over the answer and can picture someone jamming out to a song so much that they love it. He pulls open his Spotify app and pulls up the song, because he wants to feel closer to you, even though you’re time zones apart from each other. The fact that it’s afternoon where you are and nighttime where he is makes him think that you’re in the United States.

So reader insert are some of the most popular type of fics, but what are your favorite to read?X

That’s not even something that I would share on a first date lol you’ll be waiting a bit to find out. 

Is sharing that you write fanfic something that you don’t talk about on a date?X

Not normally. Talking about it with tumblr friends is one thing because I link it on my blog, but what I read is a whole nother thing. It literally says so much about you with who you read, what ships you ship, and especially what kinks you look for.

KINKS? IN FANFICS?X

You haven’t read much yet have you?

Literally no. I’ve only been on tumblr since I messaged you the first time. That was the day I made my blogX

So you’ve been on for a month? And you’re deciding to get into fanfics?

No I’m thinking I should stay away from it still. It seems like virtual porn.X

It doesn’t have to have anything smutty in it. Just click on ones that say fluff or don’t say smut next to them. You can also block certain tags so they don’t come up on your dashboard. Like Starker is a popular one to be blocked for a lot of people.

I don’t think I even want to know what that is if people are blocking it who are into this porn esque writing. X

It’s not porn lol You seem to have only found smut so far. We need to find you some fluff. Maybe some Tom x Reader?

Maybe I’m just not ready for it after all.X

Does he want to read about himself? Not at all. That seems creepy. But other people write about him too. It’s not just Y/N. He decides to research this further. In the search bar he types in Tom Holland Fanfic. The first four post all say smut or NSFW so he’s not going to bother reading them, but the thing that catches his eye is the fact that they all have over 2,000 notes on them. Two thousand people have liked or reblogged about him in a sexual way? What the actual flipping hell?

Before he has the chance to flip out even more, another notification from your blog pops up.

Anonymous Asked:

86?

Y/T/B answered: Praying by Kesha. THIS WOMAN COULD MURDER ME AND I WOULD THANK HER FOR IT. Plus that chorus makes me want to write some epic breakup scene and have one of the people begging the other to feel the same as they are feeling. Oooooo maybe I feel a one shot coming up. Anyway, a memory of this song- my best friend and I blasted this song while we drove from California to Philly to visit a school. It literally got us through so many hours of that drive. Kesha is bae lets be real. Or is that not what the cool kids say? 

When he sent you these asks, he thought he would get one or two sentences in response, but he’s learning so much about you from all of these asks. Maybe he would send you some non song related ones, maybe some To- Peter Parker ones to see what else you liked. Purely science based research. 

If you’re not ready for it, don’t push yourself. Fanfics can be a weird mindset to put yourself in. I used them at first to distract myself from some shitty family stuff that was going on, but now I read and write them for fun too. I think I mainly read Avenger ones at first as well as some TV shows too. Plus would I be a teenage girl if I didn’t read a few Twilight fanfics back in my day? 

Twilight? Like Rob-Tom makes himself type out Rob and Kristen’s full names like a fan would-ert Pattinson and Kristen Stewert Twilight?X

That one exactly. I was the generation it was aimed for and so fanfics galore were my teen years. But I’m proud to say I’m a recovered Twihard.

Glad to hear it darlingX

What about you? What were you into as a kid?

I’ve always been a fan of Spider-Man, ever since I was a kid.X

Comics or movies?

Comics. They’re the originalsX

Which Spider-Man is the best? 

Is that a trick question? Obviously HollandX

Was that conceited? Maybe. But hopefully, Y/N doesn’t think so. Oh wait she has no idea-

It was a trick question. A trick question that you clearly got right. 

Another notification pops up and you suddenly remember the last number that you sent Y/N. Well hopefully the number doesn’t seem like you.

Anonymous Asked: 

69;D

Y/T/B Answered: Noice. 

But the actual answer is Bad Religion by Frank Ocean. This song got me through my last bout of depression lol. I remember sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the lights off and just playing this song on repeat. Always open about that here. It also gets me to channel some deep emotions into some pieces that I’m working on because it reminds me of being in that dark place. I also really like the beat of this though, like how it sounds like a mix of an electric piano and an organ. So if I ever name a one shot Bad Religion, it’s probably named after this song.

Tom feels like a weight is sinking in his gut. Almost like someone slammed an anchor into the lower part of his bowl. He didn’t mean to bring up something so dark with that number. He was hoping it would actually make her laugh. So guess he will send her one more number, but this one won’t be on anonymous.

Tomholland2013 asked: 36

Huh, he must have seen all the responses you posted. Between posting and replying to him, you hadn’t gotten much work on your imagine done, but you could post once more before jumping back to your word document. 

Tomholland2013 asked: 36

Y/B/N answered: The Night We Met by Lord Huron. I literally saw them in concert with my friends last month so a lot of the memories I have of them are about this. But I have a great fanfic idea for this song specifically. To not spoil it completely I’ll just leave you with three spoilers- first date, first dance, secrets spilled. It’s a work in progress.

Now it’s time to get off the internet and back to writing, or else you’re going to Tumblr your day away.

Taglist: @ serendipitous-amor @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Peggysous Week Day Six: Carnations

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Carnations: Red for deep love and admiration.

***

In a world of black, white, grey, and navy suits, red stands out. None more so than Peggy Carter. 

Daniel loves Peggy Carter’s red hat. So much.

In a world of black, white, grey, and navy suits, red stands out. None more so than Peggy Carter.

Daniel loves Peggy’s red hat. So much.

It’s such a pure embodiment of Peggy Carter that he can’t help but smile every single time he sees it. Even if it’s just in its hatbox or perched on a shelf, it never fails to make him light up.

There’s just something so wonderful about the bright red color. It’s bold, it’s here, it says ‘shut up and let me do my job.’ When Peggy wears it, it might as well be a crown, for how powerful it makes her look.

No, he’s not drunk, he just really admires Peggy.

Peggy is a powerful woman, and anyone who doesn’t know that is about to get it beaten into them six ways to Sunday. Not that Peggy needs to do that, she’s got her own shit to do. Everyone else is just gonna get interrupted by how freaking awesome she looks doing it. When Peggy walks down the street, she doesn’t give a damn what anyone else thinks of her. She’s Daniel’s hero. She better be everyone else’s hero at the SSR, if you ask him, look at the amount she’s done!

Also she ran her own, more successful investigation behind all of their backs and none of them realized, so take that.

He asked her where she got it once when they first worked a late night case, watching her set it carefully on a coat hook and smooth the brim.

“Oh, somewhere,” she replied offhandedly, much more focused on the case at hand—which he should be—than her hat.

“I like it,” Daniel had said, trying for casual and knowing he’s failing miserably.

“Like what?”

“The hat.”

“Oh,” Peggy had blinked in surprise, “well, er…thank you.”

“No problem.”

The ensuing silence had been the worst.

“So, the case—“

“Yes, so—“

He’s not sure if it’s a direct correlation or if it’s just because he’s looking for it now, but he notices Peggy start wearing it more often.

Rose catches him for lunch one day, taking his arm as they make their way down the street to this little family-owned deli that has the best pulled roast beef sandwiches Daniel’s ever had. They talk about work—in the classified manner, obviously—the new picture coming out that Rose has gone to see, the new mystery book Daniel’s reading, and inevitably, the conversation turns to Peggy.

“So,” Rose says, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin, “how’re you and Peg doing?”

Daniel doesn’t quite choke on his water but it’s close. Very close. “The hell d’you mean by that? We’re not together.”

“No?” Rose hides a smirk behind the rim of her glass. “Could’ve sworn you promised to ask her out after that whole Stark nonsense.”

“I did,” Daniel protests, feeling the tips of his ears burn bright red, “she turned me down.”

Rose sets her glass down with a thunk. “She what?”

“It’s not a big deal, Rose—“

“You,” Rose says sternly, pointing a finger at Daniel over their half-eaten sandwiches, “better tell me exactly what happened that day and if it doesn’t line up with Peggy’s, you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Alright, alright, I will—“ Daniel pauses, the second half of Rose’s threat—that was a threat, okay, especially coming from Rose Roberts—finally making it through to his brain. “Wait, what do you mean ‘line up with Peggy’s?’”

Rose rolls her eyes. “Unlike the rest of you, apparently,” she says, “Peggy and I talk. Like normal humans.”

“There is not a single normal person in that goddamn building.”

“Maybe not,” Rose says airily, “but that doesn’t mean we don’t communicate.”

“Wait, so…” Daniel swallows. “Peggy…she told you what happened?”

Rose narrows her eyes. “Mr. Sousa, are you asking if Peggy and I gossip about you?”

“What?” Daniel splutters, almost knocking over his glass. “No, no, that’s not—why would you think that’s what I—“

“Because we do.”

Rose, you gotta stop dropping bombs everywhere.

“You what?”

“Keep it down,” Rose chides playfully over another dainty sip of her water, “I don’t think you rattled all the tooth fillings in this place yet.”

Daniel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Well, if you stopped giving me heart attacks every two seconds, it would be easier.”

“Oh, please,” Rose says, setting her glass aside, “I’m just teasing.”

“Can you…stop?”

“Depends.”

“…on what?”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

Daniel groans, the reminder from his brain that they are in a public place—a respectable restaurant at that—the only thing keeping him from slamming his forehead into the table. “You’re making it sound like it’s some big scandalous thing,”

“Is it not?”

“It is not,” Daniel says from where his head is—much more respectably—buried in his hand, “and you know it.”

Rose giggles, reaching across the table to pat his arm. “Come on, spill.”

Daniel sighs. “It was after Thompson took credit for everything and I got…upset.”

“Mhm.”

“I, uh, then Peggy said that she didn’t need any recognition from anyone else.” Daniel smiles, the memory of Peggy Carter, standing in the middle of the SSR office, looking every bit the hero that needed no one to tell her what to do. “She knows her value. Everyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.”

“Hey,” Rose says, kicking his leg under the table, “get on with it, starry-eyes.”

Daniel blinks. “And then I…said I was getting a drink. After work. Asked if she wanted to join me.”

“And...?”

Daniel shrugs. “She said no.”

“Those were her exact words?”

He squints at Rose. “What is with you today?”

“What did she say, Daniel?”

“I don’t know, Rose, jeez, um—“ Daniel runs a hand through his hair, racking his brain to try and remember Peggy’s exact words— “she said maybe some other time. She hadda…meet a friend.”

Daniel ignores the mild ache that shoots through his chest in favor of dropping his hand and glaring at Rose. “Now would you mind telling me why I’m being interrogated over a perfectly good sandwich?”

Instead of the snappy comeback he expects, Rose just smiles softly.

“You’re killing me here, Rose.”

“I don’t think that was as much of a ‘no’ as you think it was, Daniel,” Rose says, smile growing, “seriously.”

He hates the treacherous leap of his heart at that sentence. “What?”

“Try again,” she encourages, “really. You might get a different answer.”

Should I?

No, no, what are you talking about? I’m great friends with Peggy, that’s more than enough.

But you could be more!

Or I could ruin this friendship and then where would we be?

“I don’t know, Rose—“

“Just…think about it?” She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. “Promise?”

Daniel sighs. “I promise.”

“Good.” She sits up straight and frowns at the rest of her sandwich. “Now, no more talking. We have food to finish.”

“Oh, I’m ordering a second one to go.”

“And you think I’m not?”

“Woman after my own heart.”

“No, no, no, I’m not taking what’s Peggy’s.”

“Rose!”

“Shush. Eating.”

Peggy is…bemused at best when Rose links her arm through hers and insists they’re going out for a cup of tea.

“Rose, I’m more than happy to—“

“No buts, Peggy,” Rose says, wagging her finger, “I’ve gotten Ms. Martinelli in on this too.”

“Hey, English!” Peggy groans internally when she sees Angie coming down the sidewalk. Angie loops her arm through Peggy’s free one, Rose seizing her momentary distraction to take Peggy’s briefcase. “Just got off my shift, let’s go!”

“I don’t even know where we’re going,” Peggy protests, letting herself get dragged down the street towards a waiting car. “What is—“

“Ah! Ms. Carter!”

“Mr. Jarvis,” Peggy responds, still highly confused, “what on earth is going on?”

“I’ve been summoned by Ms. Roberts,” Mr. Jarvis explains as he opens the door for her. “Apparently, you’re to be having something of a ‘girl’s night.’”

“I’m what?”

“Come on, English,” Angie says, “it’ll be fun!”

Peggy looks to Jarvis pleadingly, hoping he’ll provide at the very least some clarification if not an excuse out of this, but he’s no help. He simply sees that she’s sat down and gets Rose and Angie into the back, hopping delightedly back into the driver’s seat and ferrying them all back to the Stark residence. He leaves them all at the gate with a jaunty wave.

“What the bloody hell is going on?”

“Relax, Peg,” Angie says, leading her to the living room, “we just wanna hang out with you.”

“And that involves practically kidnapping me?”

“Oh please,” Rose says, sitting down next to a tea set with plenty of little dishes—oh, they have planned this— “I hardly think it woudl be so easy to kidnap you.”

“Yeah, English.” Angie bumps her hip against Peggy’s. “You’ve got one hell of a right hook.”

“She’s got more than that!”

“Alright, alright,” Peggy says, accepting defeat and sitting down, “I’m here for…a girl’s night, or whatever.”

“Come on, Peg, you have to have had a girl’s night before!” Angie flings herself onto the couch.

“I have,” Peggy defends, “just not for a while.”

“When was your last one?”

Peggy props her head on her hand, accepting the cup of tea Rose passes her way. “Oh, well now let me think…it might’ve been back before I joined the SOE.”

“That’s a long time!”

“I know, I know…it was back with the other code breakers. They were formidable women.”

“Like you!”

Rose giggles when a light pink blush dusts the tops of Peggy’s cheeks. “Peg doesn’t get complimented very often, apparently.”

“I receive compliments perfectly well,” Peggy says, “just not those.”

“Why not? Ain’t you showed those fathead male coworkers of yours you’re worth more than all of them put together?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Peggy says, only to frown when Rose makes a noise of disbelief. “Rose!”

“I’m just saying if we had an agency made of more of you and less of them,” Rose says, “we’d be a lot better.”

“They’re not all awful,” Peggy defends, “some of them are perfectly reasonable.”

“Oh?” Rose raises an eyebrow. “Like who?”

“Agent Smith is an excellent detective and is more than capable of handling an investigation.”

“And?”

“Agent James is a marksman.”

“And?”

“Rose, what—“

“And?” Angie picks up, smiling cheekily at Peggy. “What? You used to only complain about your coworkers, give a girl something else!”

Peggy sighs. “This really isn’t that big of a deal, they are suitable for the job. They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t. The majority of them are acceptable.”

“But there’s none of them you think are more than acceptable?”

“Oh, I see where this is going.” Peggy sets the teacup aside. “Are you asking me if I fancy any of my coworkers?”

“Yep.”

“Angie!”

“What? It’s a perfectly reasonable question, English!”

“It’s the height of unprofessional!”

“Really? Never, not once, not even just to entertain yourself? Like a ‘ooh, what if?’ Nothing?”

Peggy immediately shakes her head but Rose smirks.

“Liar.”

“I am not.”

“Sure you are.” She nudges Angie. “Look at how she’s fidgeting more.”

“Rose!”

“What?” Rose blinks innocently. “Are you saying I shouldn’t help you teach your roommate how to tell when someone’s lying?”

“Who is it, Peg,” Angie asks devilishly, “who caught your eye?”

Her face falls. “It’s not tall blond and stuck-up, is it?”

“What?”

“One I cried on when they came lookin’ for you at the Griffith,” Angie says, “who calls his grandmother Gam-Gam.”

“Jack Thompson? No, no,” Peggy says, “of course not.”

“He calls his grandmother Gam-Gam?” Peggy looks up to see Rose filing that information away for good use.

“No, it’s…” Peggy takes a deep breath. “It’s the other one.”

Angie’s eyes light up. “Tall dark and stormy? The one with the pretty eyes?”

Peggy shoots a glance at Rose only to realize yes, Rose knows exactly who Angie’s talking about. She winces.

“His name is Daniel,” Rose says, “and he’s a gem.”

“Ooh, I liked him!” Angie claps her hands excitedly. “He seems nice.”

“You…you’ve met him for all of a few minutes while he was interrogating you.”

Angie shrugs. “I got a feeling. Rose, is he nice?”

“Oh, he is,” Rose agrees, “very nice. Quite the gentleman.”

“He asked you out yet?”

“Oh for the love of—“ Peggy buries her face in her hands as Rose and Angie burst into peals of laughter. “We are colleagues and friends, nothing more.”

“Rose?”

Rose is still laughing a little too hard to answer, thank the lord, but Angie stares determinedly at Peggy.

“You like him, huh, English.”

“Angie—“

“Look, Peg, getting you to talk about guys is like pulling teeth.” Angie sits up properly on the sofa. “If he seems nice, why don’t you ask him out for a drink or somethin’?”

“Oh, he already did.”

Angie’s eyes grow wide as Rose says it. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“It was the same night we moved in,” Peggy defends, “I couldn’t let you move in by yourself!”

“Move in, schmoove in,” Angie says, flapping a hand, “Peggy, you got asked out on a date, that’s great!”

“Well, I…” Peggy swallows, the blush back on her cheeks. “I expect that ship has sailed. I did refuse.”

“Might not have left the harbor yet, Peg.”

Peggy looks up to see Rose looking at her strangely. She smiles.

“He may ask you again.”

Angie squeals. “Oh, Peg, you gotta say yes!”

Peggy has to take a breath, her brain still reeling. Does…does she like Daniel?

Unbidden, an image of him swims to the forefront of her mind. She takes a moment to look, really look.

Oh.

Oh, bugger.

She likes him, doesn’t she?

“If he asks again,” she says softly, “I will say yes.”

“Oh, Peg!” Angie claps her hands. “What’re you gonna wear?”

“He hasn’t asked yet, Angie,” Peggy protests, “I don’t—“

“He will.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Angie just gives her a look. “Peg, it’s you. He’ll ask. So, what’re you gonna wear? Ooh, does he have a favorite thing of yours?”

Peggy’s about to protest that this is all nonsense, there’s no guarantee Daniel will ask, and even if he did, he’s only ever seen her in her work clothes, and there’s nothing he’s ever—

oh.

Oh.

Oh.

“Yes,” she tries carefully, “I think he does.”

There’s a picture on their mantelpiece. Both of their faces are slightly exasperated, obviously not understanding why a photo is being taken. If one comes close enough to the frame, their protests can practically be heard, if not for the squealing of the actress behind the camera.

Peggy’s red hat is perched atop her head, a red carnation tucked into Daniel’s suit.

When people ask what it’s from, they say it’s their first date. Well, no.

Peggy says it’s their first date. Daniel still argues that their first date came weeks later when he actually asked permission to court her properly. Peggy rolls her eyes and says that it’s just semantics at that point. Daniel will insist she’s worth enough to do it properly. And really, who’s going to argue with that?