#this inked piece has been on my closet door for so long i thought id finally share it

[emeraldwarriors]

Bombshells Hal Jordan by Landon Franklin (2018)

[seertale]

Talking colors: PaperJam(PJ). Omni. Killer. Nightmare. Dream. Cross. Ink. Error. Stain. Hope. Fade.

Call It A Game Night.

They decided to have a game night together.  It had been forever since they’d last done so, so they figured it’d be a good idea.  Ink was helping Error set up the first board game, Life.  Dream and Nightmare were working on some food while Cross was looking for some other games stored in the attic.  They were in Nightmare and Killer’s mansion.  Stain came in with some nerf guns, Hope in tow with Fade, and an armful of bottles of alcohol.  Fade had their own armful, mainly because they owned the most alcohol and would be able to help everyone find something they liked.  They set everything on the kitchen counter and Fade made sure they had all the alcohol they’d brought.

“How much did you need?”

“It’s fine, I have a lot.  Besides, I know everyone’s tastes vary.  Do you want help with that food?”

Nightmare nodded, moving to let Fade join in helping them cook.

“Sometimes, I’m surprised that you became a rock star instead of a chef.”

“Well, do you blame me?  I picked up my first electric guitar at 12, I think I’d like to learn how to play it.”

“Whatever.  How are the spouses doing?”

“They’re doing good.  Nel’s out helping shop for baby stuff while I’m here.  I hope she doesn’t cook.”

“Why would you hope your wife doesn’t cook?”

“Have you seen how badly she burns her food?”

Nightmare just chuckled as he plated what he was working on and brought it out to the living room.  He set it on the big buffet table they’d set up for the game night.  As soon as Ink saw the food, he moved to take a bite.  Despite their past, he couldn’t help still being on good terms with Nightmare and would definitely admit to how good he thought Nightmare’s cooking was.

“Oh my god, Night, this is so good.”

Nightmare passed it off with a wave of his hand, “Just wait until Fade brings their food out.  They’re a better cook than I am.”

“Still.  This is really, really good.”

“Ya, ya, I know.”

Dream came out with his food next.  He’d spent all day roasting a ham since he knew how hungry everyone got while drunk.  Cross came down after with a few more games and, after setting them next to the now set out Life, moved to hug Dream.  Dream giggled a bit and hugged him back.

“Hey, Love.”

“Hi.  Having fun?”

“Oh, plenty.  Wanna try the ham?”

“Sure.”

Dream picked up a fork, taking a piece of ham and feeding it to Cross, who immediately hummed in appreciation, “That’s really good.”

“You think all my cooking is good.”

“Ya, but this is really good too.”

He giggled a bit before Cross led him over to the game table.  Fade was coming out with their food.  Stain and Hope had already sat down.

“Alright, who wants something to drink while we wait for arntul Omni and PJ?”

Multiple hands went up and Fade asked them what they thought they wanted before grabbing them.  They grabbed wine and whiskey glasses and poured things accordingly.  Killer quickly came with some cases of beer and set them down next to the game table.

“Sorry it took so long, a Karen was arguing with the shopkeep.”

“It’s alright.  Sit, Fade’s getting us some alcohol.”

Killer nodded and sat next to Nightmare, opening himself a can of beer as Fade started bringing drinks out.  Once everyone had their drinks, they took a quick portal to their house and came back with an alcohol-smoked turkey, just as PJ and Omni arrived.

“Oh, just in time.  We were just about to start,” Killer was shuffling the different decks of cards. “Want anything to drink?”

Omni shook their head, though looked at PJ.

“A beer for now, please.”

Killer nodded and got PJ a beer from the case.  They cracked it open as they sat and Omni moved to get a large plate of food for them both.  Fade sat down next to their adoptive dad, Stain.

“Ok, so we got the expansion pack so we could all play.  Everyone chooses a color.”

They gradually chose their own colors and started the game.

~~~

Everyone but Ink and Omni were at least somewhat inebriated by the time they finished playing Life.  Ink not being inebriated was a bit strange, seeing as he’d had at least fifteen beers and three glasses of whiskey.  Omni hadn’t drunk anything but they did munch.  PJ was leaning against them, waiting for the next game.  Stain, who'd already finished his last turn, was working on the next activity.  Dream seemed the drunkest, but he hadn't passed out yet, so it was probably fine.  After a moment, Stain came back with nerf pistols.

"There's enough for everyone to have one.  Who wants to play nerf hide and seek tag?"

Everyone was immediately in agreement.

"Alright, so someone is the seeker and carries a nerf pistol.  Every time a seeker finds someone, they need to be shot by the seeker or they aren't tagged.  If they are tagged, they then become a seeker too.  Anywhere is free game for hiders.  Who wants to seek first?"

Nightmare raised his hand.

"Alright," Stain handed him a nerf pistol and set the rest on the table. "If you become a seeker, pick one up.  Pops, count to 60."

Nightmare nodded and closed his eyes.  Shuffling could be heard.  Cross currently had his husband on his back, carrying him to a closet on the highest floor.  All the kids Nightmare had were being watched by Red and Blue at Ink's mansion since it had a surplus of rooms.  They had plenty of rooms.  He took Dream into the farthest room from the staircase, carefully setting him down in the walk-in closet.

"Alright, Dreamy.  You've gotta stay quiet or they'll find you."

"Is that bad…?"

"No, but you'll lose the game."

He nodded with a small giggle and Cross closed the door, going to find his own place to hide.

~~~

Knowing his husband really well, Nightmare was able to find Killer first.  He was hiding in the library, small enough to fit in the shadows of one of the towering shelves.  Nightmare just examined the shelves, debating on which one Killer was resting on, before letting off a bullet at random.  He heard a small, boney thunk and a whisper of an ow.

"Got you."

"Fine, you got me."

Killer started to climb down.  Nightmare moved a tentacle to help him.  He couldn't have his husband getting hurt.  Not since he was the only doctor that could fix him immediately.

"Alright, go grab a pistol."

Killer nodded and ran off.

~~~

Stain took a deep breath as he finally situated himself with Hope.  They were hiding in the tub in one of the bathrooms and it was obvious Stain may have to carry Hope once they were found.  Hope, having lower magic, was much more affected by alcohol, so even just a can was pretty much half a bottle of whiskey to him.

When Killer inevitably pulled the curtain back to reveal the two, he immediately became a put worried, seeing as Hope was heavily passed out against Stain.

“We should be alright… we can get him on the couch and we can get him water when he wakes…”

Killer nodded, simply shooting Stain and running off to continue what he was doing.

~~~

He quietly padded down the hall, pistol in his hand.  Out of all the places he would know Fade would hide, he could not, for the life of himself, find his adopted child.  Stain guessed he would have to look in different places.  His first place of search?  The kitchen.  Fade always loved the kitchen and, with how small they were, he wouldn’t doubt they’d shoved themselves in the pantry.  He took a quick peek… only to find out he was wrong.  They weren’t hiding in the pantry.  So then where were they?

They couldn’t fit in any cupboards.  But Stain’s partially inebriated mind definitely thought so, and he started searching the cupboard like he was raiding the kitchen.  Fade was in the cupboards!  Specifically, the cupboards under the sink.  Fade had moved it all to a separate cupboard and squeezed themselves in.  Stain quickly shot them and moved to help them out.

“How did you fit in there?”

“I’ve always been small.”

"Still.  Wow."

They just nodded and went to get a nerf pistol.

~~~

In the meantime, Killer had found PJ and Omni.  It hadn't been hard, since Omni had agreed to make out in the room they were hiding in while waiting.  Now, they were teamed and hunting for others.  Their first go-to would've been Ink since he was usually easy to find depending on the person.  But even then, years of Ink having learned how to hide made him even more dangerous for the seeker.  They paused their search for him when they heard a yell and realized that it probably wasn't a good idea for Ink to be hiding from Nightmare.  They quickly followed the yell.

Nightmare had Ink restrained, mostly because Ink had gone defensive and currently had his hatchet in his hand.  He was struggling to be let go and PJ set their pistol down to comfort their dad.

"Dad, calm down.  It's ok.  It's just hide-and-seek.  No one's gonna hurt you."

"H-How do you kn-know…?"

"Has Nightmare actually hurt you…?"

That's right.  It was Nightmare.  Not Dark.  He hadn't been hurt.  It was just a game.  Ink took in a breath and Nightmare carefully set him down.

"Sorry…"

"It's ok… I'm just… not gonna play for now…"

Nightmare nodded and PJ picked their pistol up again, going with Omni and Nightmare to find the last ones hiding.

~~~

Error now knew why Ink always felt so safe hiding under the bed whenever he got scared.  It was small and cozy and it would be hard to get him out without lifting the bed or him getting out himself.  Despite that, he held his breath when he heard a couple of sets of footsteps and a door open.  Someone was searching the room for him.  It was Stain and Fade.  There was the sound of something being set on the desk in the room before the bed creaked, being lifted up.

"Good morning," a nerf bullet hit him smack-dab in the forehead and he giggled a bit, moving to carefully push himself out.

"Why hello there."

"Did you sleep well?"

Error stood, "Very."

"Dad's downstairs on the couch next to Hope.  Otherwise, we found Cross and we're gonna gang up on Dream."

"I think I'll go to Inky.  What happened?"

"Got a bit scared by Pops, but he's ok."

Error nodded and went to find Ink.

~~~

Nightmare put a finger to his lips as Cross led the way.  They were all locked and loaded.  Once they got to the room, Cross went over to the walk-in closet door.  He put his hand on the handle and carefully ripped it open.  They were all quickly met with Dream's shrieking laughter as they fired everything at him.  Once they were all out of bullets, Cross moved to check on him while the others picked up the bullets.  He pulled Dream gently against his chest and Dream started to drift to sleep.  He hadn't had alcohol in forever, so it wasn't surprising.

He picked up his husband and took him downstairs to rest.  Error and Ink had set up Monopoly while waiting.  Cross sat at the table, holding Dream in his lap.  After a minute, everyone else took their spots to play.  Killer made sure Hope had something to drink upon waking.  Dream had easily fallen asleep against Cross.  Cross just smiled as they played.

~

Dream was passed out for about an hour before he started to wake up a bit.  The game was still going and he seemed confused since Killer was now yelling at PJ for making him go bankrupt.  Ink laughed a bit from next to Error.

“Monopoly, the game that tears families apart.”

Dream giggled a bit and Cross looked down at him.

“Well, hello there, Dreamy.  Sleep good?”

Dream nodded and moved to get up.  He was kinda hungry.  Cross let him stand, watching him go over to the food table and get himself some turkey.  He seemed content as he sat down again, this time next to Cross, and ate.  Once he was done, he went to put his dishes in the sink and seemed to just completely disappear.  Cross was a bit concerned but kept playing.

~

15 minutes after Dream disappeared, he came back, holding one of the nerf pistols.  He pointed it at Nightmare, the banker.

“Gimme the money.”

Ink was starting to laugh.  Nightmare didn’t respond at first, earning him a nerf bullet to the nose.

“I said gimme.”

Once Nightmare seemed to process what Dream meant by money, Nightmare took a one-dollar monopoly bill and gave it to Dream.  Dream pretty much threw the pistol down.

“Crossy, we’re rich now!”

Ink burst out laughing and Cross stood, hugging Dream.

“That’s great, Dreamy.  Now, why don’t we get you some water and go home?”

“Ok!”

~

This is based on a roleplay with @star-gamerxox

It was an idea we came up with but never got to inact so I had some fun(it's 2206 words, fite me-). It's been in the works for well over two weeks.

Credits:

Nightmare and Dream belong to (insert name everyone knows and I don't wanna say)

Cross belongs to jakie95

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Ink blongs to comyet

Omni belongs to cereusblue

PaperJam belongs to 7goodangel

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Hope belongs to pepper-mint

Stain belongs to nimaruu

Fade(a technical fusion but not quite) belongs to me(seertale)

Nel(laya) is the wife in Fade's poly, mentioned as the one they hope doesn't cook, and belongs to @star-gamerxox

[thebritishblabbermouth]

Peaceful storms

Heyya beautiful people!!

Its been a year since ive been active on tumblr and my gosh a year through med school has been insanely exhausting! Glad that’s over

This piece is a little hello from my side.

I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! 

I love you guys and thank you for sticking with me for the year

Feel free to message and just say hi :3 

SUGA FANFICTION 

I’d pick your thunder and your rain over anyone’s sunshine any day – anonymous

The pastel green wall clock struck 2 am, the wind stood steady and calm as the moon hid between dark clouds that hung like blots of ink in the sky. There was no light in the living room, just me and the darkness. Just like it had always been without him. 

6 months ago, I was living a dream. My boyfriend, my job, the weather. What I wouldn’t do to go back to those 3 days. He’d just returned from their most recent stadium tour, hungry for me and for our time together. 3 days of love, food and a whole lot of sleep. But mostly, it was 3 whole days of Yoongi. The peculiar smell of fresh laundry and citrus that I had grown to associate with him, the way his warm eyes crinkled as he smiled, lingering touches and promising words. The sun had beamed down on us, soft clouds in the sky, and streaks of light playing games on our skin as we held each other. Perfection in its prime.

But, 3 days of extreme happiness obviously had to match with 3 days of stormy nights. It had been a misunderstanding, something trivial as it always is. Tour dates or a spontaneous fan meeting on the other side of the world. Something to take him away from me again, something to keep him from my arms and the safe haven of our apartment. Perhaps it wasn’t fair, perhaps it was meant to be. The long distance, the time difference, the lack of trust, empty phone calls with broken syllables and dried tears. Maybe that was all we would get, raging skies with angry clouds- thunder and lightning appearing as we hurled words at each other. Words that held no meaning – just remorse and regret.

And, 6 months after those storms, on this peaceful night. It felt like the storm was inside me. It wasn’t that things no longer made sense, wasn’t that I’d forgotten how to function. Rather, it felt like every breath I took was pointless- for there no life in my being. I was numb to everything, almost frozen with time.

I wouldn’t have noticed him entering the room for I had not heard the keys turning the lock or the shuffle of his heavy boots against the hardwood floor- I was too busy listening to the crickets and the dull voice inside my head, rather it was the lamp he’d switched on that shook me from my trance, its light, bathing the space in a moody yellow.

Auto-pilot mode. That’s what they call it. When you do things without thinking about them. That must have been it. I hadn’t realised id walked over to him until his eyes met mine- steely and tired.

‘’I haven’t…haven’t washed my hair in 2 weeks.’’

His voice was gruff, but not quiet. The noise pulled my from the numbness, jolting me into action. I am not entirely sure what it was he said. But it had been words and apparently I knew what I had to do.

A bath.

Min yoongi had somehow managed to make his way into the shared bathroom, hovering at the door way as I set up the large round tub with a pink bath bomb. Rose and tea tree drove away the smell of disinfectant and surface cleaner, the noise of the tap filling the tangible silence of the room.

He stood in front of me, waiting, watching. Noticing my moves as if he expected me to do something new. He wasn’t in luck.

‘’Unbutton.’’

I thought I’d forgotten how to speak.

Huh. I guess not.

I watched him sigh in retaliation- his slack arms and worn face highlighting his fatigue. The dark circles seemed defined under the vibrant lighting, usually rosy lips devoid of makeup and bruised at the edges- the constant biting having taken its toll on the soft skin.

‘’Too tired.’’ He said, his chin tucking into his chest like a little school boy. Was this defeat? Was this him coming back to me? Was this him tired of running away?

My heart sped up at the thoughts, my own grubbing mind had suddenly been startled awake by the act of Suga casting away his defences. What was this man doing to my sanity? Was he stripping me of it or teaching me how to live? I didn’t know. And at that point, it couldn’t have mattered less.

I began unbuttoning the baby blue dress shirt, my hands trembling as we stood close, breathing the same air. Our eyes too afraid to meet. The shirt was stripped in seconds and his dark slacks pooled at the tiled floor. He stepped into the water timidly, checking the temperature with is pale toes. Suga was ever the baby boy- his fans understood him spot on. But I’d always wondered if I’d ever understand Min yoongi the same way.

It was unspoken I wouldn’t be joining him in the bath, I had another task at hand. His hair. Currently dyed at a marron red, at least this time it hadn’t matched the colour of the bubbles in the bath. I smirked inwardly at the memory and sat down near his head as it perched at the edge of the tub.

‘’It’s really dirty Yoongi.’’ I said, soaking his scalp with warm water. This would take at least 2 large pumps of shampoo and perhaps an extra dollop of conditioner.

‘’You called me Yoongi again.’’

I am not sure what I had expected in reply, perhaps a smirk or a defence. But his words brought a shiver to my spine and I halted, his eyes were wide open- boring into my own as he watched me- gauging for a reaction. I tugged at his hair, the distraction successful as he groaned and turned away- momentarily forgetting the interaction I had not yet prepared for.

Washing his hair should have been relaxing for him- and it probably was because I was sure I heard a snore 10 minutes into the second rinse, but for me it was heaven. The strands were rough and dry from years of hair colour and damage but they felt soft in my palms, the shampoo working its magic as I watched his face in peace, memorising every contour and dip, the way his eyelashes curved and his nose twitched as I massaged his scalp, the slight overgrowth of a moustache he so hated and the acne that remained from years ago. It was imperfect and untouched yoongi at his most natural form. My yoongi.

‘’The water’s getting cold.’’ He said, once again driving me away from my thoughts, but this time as I watched him, I noticed his eyes flood, his bottom lip nipped between his teeth as he struggled to maintain composure. Had he been crying? Right in front of me? How had I not noticed?

I nodded and he swiftly retched away from my hands. The white towel wrapped around his waist, hair dripping wet and cheeks flushed as he realised that I’d noticed his reddened face, the tinge to his waterline implying unshed tears and unsaid words. My hands were still wet and he hastily wiped them down with a small rag, his fast movements leaving my still slow mind confused.

‘’What? What are you doing yoongi? You’re going to fall!’’

Suga attempting to multitask was a sight to behold, he failed drastically- often paving way for multiple scratches and gentle kisses to take the pain away. Attempting to wipe my hands and his hair, all the while trying to find a pair of his old boxers from the shelves- ones I hadn’t had the heart to throw away.

‘’We need to get to bed now.’’ He said, grabbing my wrist and pushing me out of the closet, leading the way to the bed.

Had I been anticipating this? Somewhere hidden within my subconscious, he was back in the apartment and id just washed his hair? Why? It made no sense. Had I no self-respect? No life beyond this reckless man? Was I going to let him destroy me all over again?

My thoughts clouded my actions as my back lay against the cool sheets, his hot hand snaking its way around my stomach, teasing the skin as he pulled me towards him. My back melted into his front, head tucked under his chin and arm propped out as my personal pillow. His bangs dripped water into my own hair as I sighed deeply against his skin, breathing him in as I did.

‘’You’re right. I am reckless and this whole thing is crazy.’’

I tried to turn against him, tried to stop this whole vocal declaration but it went to vain, I couldn’t budge. Had his muscles grown in 6 months? Can muscles grow that fast? How does he know what I was thinking about? I took to curling into the pillows and his hand stretched out to touch under the swell of my breast. My breath hitched as he moved, gentle and slow as if he were coaxing me out of my doubts.

‘’I shouldn’t be here. In bed with you, it makes no sense. I swore I would walk away. It was the right thing to do. You were miserable. It hurt.’’ His voice rose an octave has he spoke, words almost trembling.

‘’But I am selfish and clueless and there is nowhere else I would rather be than right here.’’

‘’that’s a terrible combination.’’ I said, rubbing my thumb over his calloused fingers.

Perhaps it didn’t make any sense. Perhaps it didn’t need to. Why he was here and what we had been thinking all those months ago on that stormy night. I didn’t actually remember a word he had said. What was that fight about? I didn’t know. It hadn’t mattered then and it doesn’t matter now. But this, my heart that was finally beating again.

This felt like it mattered. Yoongi and his citrusy smell that came back to fill the room, the damp hair and his warm skin scorching my own under the thin cream covers. His legs tangled with mine as he spoke. This moment right here, this feeling, this would never be replaced.  

‘’it’s a good thing I am both of those things too.’’ I whispered into his arm, wrapping my hands around its width and pulling it towards me. He curled into my form and relaxed, his muscles loosening as he did.

Nothing more had been said that night, as it seemed no words were needed, we fell further into sleep and into each other as the skies broke and rain thrashed against the windows, the violent streaks of lightening falling against our cuddled limbs, playing against the exposed skin as it did with the thunder of the storm.

[ask-pulligan-blog]

First Date

Finally finished with the story suggested by @killdogaan here is the rest of the first date scene! Story from INK BLOSSOM AU I hope you like the rest of it! 

After weeks of swiping left Peggy finally found a match on one of the many dating sites, she’s tried out. Today was the first date between them and was nervously getting ready. Fumbling all over her place stubbing her toes and running around frantically getting ready. Smiling wide and excited feeling the butterflies swarm around her belly Peggy goes to take a cold shower hoping it calms her nerves. After turning off the water and putting the towel on her body and hair she hears a knock on the door. Confused because she wasn’t expecting company Peggy rushes over to open the door. Her eye light up seeing Hercules standing with a bouquet. Holding the towel up with one hand she uses the other to pull him in. “Hercules Mulligan! Just the man I needed!”

Lifting the bouquet of flowers in greeting Hercules barely got a word out before he was yanked into the apartment. “Can I ask why-” he turned around to face her and turned red at the sight of a naked Peggy, with only a towel to maintain her modesty. “Oh, whoa, okay, um,” Herc fumbled over his words then realizing he should stop staring like a creep, averted his gaze and held up the flowers for a shield. “Petunias?”

Not acknowledging his tomato face Peggy takes the flowers, “They look lovely just as all the flowers you bring do.” Putting them in a vase with water she returns and grabs his arm to lead him to her bedroom talking along the way. “I have a date tonight and need the help of your amazing taste. Can you make me irresistible?”

The farther Peggy pulled him into the apartment the farther Hercules sunk into the friend zone. Nevertheless, he plastered a smile on his face to mask his simmering jealousy as he let her guide him into the bedroom. “Ah, sure! Don’t know what about jeans and regular t-shirts makes you think I have great taste, but I’ll do my best.”

“Pshh, Herc we’ve been friends for a long time. I know you like the back of my hand so don’t play that game of pretending you have no taste.” Once in the room, she opens the closet pulling out a sunflower printed vest with a black mini skirt, “Now before you say anything it gets better!” Smiling like a kid on Christmas she flips a mini switch making some of the flowers petal light up. “Perfect right!”

Hercules stood silently; watching the rhythmic blinking of the vest’s lights in shocked horror. He looked over at Peggy with grave seriousness, “Who hurt you?”

Giving a clueless smile she tilts her head at the question. “What do you mean? So I’m taking it you like the sweater!”

“Peggy,” he put a hand on her shoulder, “sweetheart, no” Taking the vest, Herc tossed it over to her desk chair before he ventured into the closet. “You can’t show up to a Tinder date looking like a cross between a PTA mom and a minor with a fake ID.”

“Hey!” Pouting as she watches the vest fly in the air Peggy puts her hands on her hips. “I thought that was a great vest.” Getting defensive she straightens her back letting the towel slip a bit.

Tsking in disapproval, Hercules selected a few tops and bottoms and laid them on their bed. “Not if you want to knock them off their feet. Also-” glancing over at Peggy he stopped mid-sentence as his face heated up again. “Uum,” Herc quickly looked back down at the clothes, “do you need me to leave so you can put a robe on or… something?”

Her face softening she sighs, “You’re right, I guess that wasn’t the best outfit.” Looking over the choices she picks up a yellow spaghetti strap dress and holds it against herself. “I think I’m going with this one, what do you think? And you don’t need to leave it’s quicker if you stay in case it isn’t perfect. You can cover your eyes but Herc, you’re my best friend I trust you.”

Herc gave another forced smile; internally tending to his wounded ego. With a low sigh, he sank down onto the edge of the bed. “Friend or acquaintance, I’m still a guy with a libido,” he chuckled halfheartedly to himself. Moving on from that he lifted his head and looked at the dress she was holding up. “Looks nice, but is it a casual date or a fancy one?”

“Well, I think a more casual date, he didn’t really give details just a place to meet.” Putting the dress down she plops next to Herc on the bed putting her hand on his arm, “Yeah but come on Herc, it’s not like you would actually date me.” Scoffing she looks down with a strained smile. Then quickly looks up, “so the outfit, should I try it on or something else? “

Honestly, he just wanted to come right out and say it. Just confess how he’d love to date her and how he’s had a crush on her for a while. But considering he was helping her get ready for a date, Herc didn’t think now was an appropriate time. Giving an equally strained smile, he elbowed Peggy playfully as he turned to look at the pile of clothing. “I don’t think your date would appreciate me stealing his date away.” His hands landed on a crop top and black jeans, “How about this?”

Smirking a bit at the playful attitude Peggy rests her head on his arm. “That is probably the one, and yeah but at least I know a date with you would be fun, who knows what Thomas Jefferson is going to do.” Getting off the bed Peggy goes to her drawer and slips on some black panties along with a pale yellow strapless bra. Throwing the towel on him with a laugh she takes the top and pants putting them on. “You can take off the towel and tell me what you think.” Fiddling with her fingers as she stares at him awaiting an answer.

Hercules jumped a little in surprise, grabbing the towel out of reflexive habit but leaving it over his face. “Hey!” He laughed at the unexpected move, “I don’t get to peek? Having a damp towel in your face isn’t the best y’know.” After waiting patiently, he finally dropped the towel with an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Finally, give a guy a warning next time will you Peg…” Herc trailed off as he looked her up and down.

Chuckling she shakes her head then mumbles under her breath, “I wish you’d do more than peek sometimes…” Smiling awkwardly as Herc eyed her down Peggy blushes while rubbing the back of her neck. “Geez Herc, you’re making me feel like I’m an item at a grocery store with how hard you’re checking me out.”

The pun brought him back to reality, and Herc laughed to cover up the awkwardness. “That Thomas guy won’t know what hit him. You look amazing.” Quickly gathering the stray pieces of clothing, he put them back where they belonged in the closet. “Need any help doing your hair or anything?” Even though he had fulfilled his purpose, he’d quickly latch onto any reason to stay a little longer.  

“I think I’m just going to blow it, but if you want we can walk to the plaza together. Scope out the guy and then talk about it later with some cookies.” Taking the towel off her head Peggy lets her hair fall down dripping on the floor, using the towel to try and dry it. “Unless you have to go to the event already.”

His lips curled into a smile as Peggy let her wet hair down. It was a cute look, messy and like a cute wet dog. “I don’t meet up with my friend until two, but I should have time for cookies and gossip later.”

“Perfect!” Moving to the bathroom a blow dryer is the only sound throughout the apartment. Once done with her hair and makeup Peggy goes back to the room jumping on Herc. “I’m very excited! It’s the first date I’ve had in awhile. Did you want to see his profile?” Not waiting for an answer she pulls out her phone showing him while still laying on top.

Herc grunted when Peggy landed on him, shifted so she was laying comfortably and he could see the phone. His eyebrows raised when he saw the guy’s profile picture, which was 90% curls and 10% face. “Damn, his hair’s bigger than my bank account.”

Rolling over so she’s on her back Peggy laughs, “Imagine how much he spends on hair products? But hey, it should be fun playing with his hair, bet it feels like a cloud!”

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, “Hair like that takes time, he probably won’t let you touch it in case you mess it up.”

“Ha, I bet he’ll let me touch plus I like big things so I’m on a mission to play.” She gives him an eyebrow wiggle smirking.

An eyebrow raise was all Herc gave in response, which was pretty good considering how well he managed to mask the surge of jealousy that suddenly hit him. “His hair’s probably the only big thing.” He gave an innocent smirk back, then got out of bed. Stretching his arms above his head, he turned back to look at Peggy. “Ready to go? Don’t want to keep Mr. Big Hair Jefferson waiting.”

Quickly moving out of the way so she won’t tumble Peggy looks at him shook. “Oh, I don’t see your hair anywhere near as big as his.” Then lays out on her bed pretending to nap, “just five more minutes.”

That was a fair point. Herc shrugged, “I make up for it in other areas.” Moving down to the edge of the bed, he grabbed hold of Peggy’s ankles and started to pull her down towards him. “Nope, five minutes turns to ten, ten into fifteen, fifteen into half an hour,” he nodded towards the wall clock that read 1:23, “and next thing you know, you miss your date.”

Letting herself be dragged towards him Peggy looks up, “You know, when I imagined this I thought the circumstances would be different, but I’m okay with this.” Still surprisingly calm she takes a look at the time and immediately switches over to panic mode.”Oh no! The date is at 1:30 we need to hurry! Go faster Herc!”

Rolling his eyes Herc slowly starts tickling her foot, causing Peggy to burst into a fit of giggles squirming around to be free. “It’s not my date Pegs, plus you still need shoes.”

Having enough she taps the bed hoping for some mercy, “Okay, okay I’ll hurry! Can you please get my lucky sunflower clip and I’ll put on some shoes.” shaking so he let’s go of her legs Peggy goes searching for socks, making sure he left the room she puts on a pair of black converse running out before he could notice. “I’ll start walking! Make sure to lock up!”

Not waiting Peggy starts speed walking away, Herc was about to say something but hears the door slam. Grabbing the clip he moves to catch up lightly jogging to finally meet her. “You know for someone with short legs you sure do move fast.” Slowing down he transitions to a casual walk while Peggy keeps her fast pace.

Once arriving at the plaza down the street Peggy takes a breath panting a bit, “Huh, I guess I’m early,” wiping the little beads of sweat off her forehead she smiles at Herc. “Can I have my clip? Need it if I’m going to get lucky tonight.” Winking she playfully nudges her elbow at him. Handing over the clip Hercules forces another smile hating what she’s implying.

Cheek twitching a bit he takes a small breath and gives Peggy an adoring look. Moving in front of her he puts on the clip, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t need it to be lucky, you’re beautiful and charming I don’t think he could resist even if he wanted to.” Staring into her eyes for a second longer than friends he coughs realizing his actions. “Umm, w-well I’ll let you go. Gotta Meet up with Laf in a bit.” Taking a step back he rubs his neck then uses the other to give her a small wave. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Watching him slowly walk away she waves, practically glowing with excitement as Peggy looks around trying to catch a glimpse of Jefferson. Taking out her phone she just thinks he’s running late as the screen shows 1:37pm. Sending a message to him she puts her phone away hoping that any footsteps that come near might be his but after looking with hopeful eyes she turns back around her head slumming lower after each turn. Getting tired of standing Peggy takes a seat on the fountain fiddling with her fingers as she checks to see if he responded, but instead sees he saw it and no response. Swallowing the lump in her throat she starts taking deeper breaths noticing each and every person watching her, fists clench putting on a brave face as people stare with judgmental looks.She can’t help the pain in her chest as the screen shows 1:57pm knowing he’s not coming. Putting on the biggest smile she could muster Peggy wipes away the tears refusing to let herself cry over this, or at least in public. Waiting there she tries to control herself wishing she stayed home instead and not in a crowded plaza but never felt more alone.

In a store nearby you see a man with hair so luxurious you’d think he’d have been in a shampoo commercial, hunched down peeping at Peggy through a window. Sighing every few seconds his eyebrows scrunched up lost in thought not knowing he looked like a pervert.

Outside the same store stood another man absentmindedly tugging on his curls held together in a ponytail. Every so often he’d look down and tap out a reply on his phone, seemingly engaged in a conversation with someone. A little bored from waiting, he looked up and his gaze fell on a guy peeping suspiciously out a window. Following the man’s line of sight, his lips curled in disgust as he realized the man was staring at a woman sitting by the fountain. Quel putain de fluage  he thought aloud, muttering under his breath as he walked over to the shop and entered in a few strides. Ignoring the pastel displays and buzzing employees, he made a beeline for the creeper and harshly tapped on his shoulder. “Excusez-moi monsieur, but you need to leave that girl alone.”

Upon getting caught and called out Jefferson was in no mood to talk to anyone. Voicing his thought, “Shut up you stupid baguette-” turning around to face him Thomas stopped mid-sentence fumbling over words and thoughts. Oh, fuck he’s hot praying nobody could read his mind. Blinking to bring him back to reality he gets defensive, “Look, stranger, why don’t you go eat a snail or whatever the hell you do in Monticello, I’m busy.” Not bothering to continue talking he focuses back on Peggy, his stomach tightening even more when he sees her rub his eyes.

Lafayette blinked slowly in confusion. Did he just call him… a baguette? Shaking off the weird insult, he stood his ground. “Oh yeah?” Laf scoffed, pointing out the window towards Peggy, “busy doing what, stalking people?”

Lifting an arm trying to swat him away Jefferson sighs, “Not people,” lowering his voice to a soft whisper being gentle with his words, “her name is Peggy, and I screwed up with that beauty so here I am.” Getting up he faces Laf, “Talking to you, hiding in a store watching from a distance.”

His ears perked up at the familiar name but didn’t mention that he knew her right away. “Comment how?”

“Who do you think she’s waiting for?” Avoiding eye contact he looked at the ground his shoulders drooping and physic getting smaller every minute. “She’s out there all alone and sad because of me.I-I can’t go.”

Ahh, the poor bastard got cold feet. Lafayette went to respond when his phone chimed, and he looked down to read the text with a small smile. “You might be in trouble either way.”

He peeks up, “What how what do you mean?” Jefferson eyes him suspiciously, “How could I be in trouble?”

Giving a small chuckle, Lafayette slung his arm around Thomas’ shoulder. “Well, you see that big guy over there?” Lafayette gestured towards a tall, stocky approaching figure balancing two takeout bags on one arm. “He’s coming here to meet up with me for an event and,” he pointed towards Peggy out the window, “that’s his best friend over there that you ditched.”

Thomas took a look, then his eyes widened to the point anyone would have the fear they would pop off. “I, well it’s not like he would know I was the date unless someone says anything.” Then looks at Laf darting his gaze, “ plus I feel bad enough not like I need an ass whooping.”

“Relax.” Pulling his phone out he typed a quick excuse for not being able to make it before Herc could get close to the shop. Watching him through the glass he saw Herc read the text and could practically hear the sigh of disappointment from across the street. “There you go Mr. Stalker, those clue games aren’t my forte anyway.” Lafayette didn’t know why he called off his plans with Herc to save a stranger that didn’t seem like that good of a person; maybe his hair had hypnotized him.

Pursuing his lips, unsure how to feel right now he just takes a moment to look at Laf on his shoulders. “Um thanks, sorry for missing clue games? “

A grin spread across his face, “No need mon ami, but that was my food he walked off with, so as thanks, you can treat me to lunch.” Not waiting for Thomas to reply, Lafayette grabbed his hand and pulled him along as he left the store in search of a nearby cafe.   

Balancing the Subway bags on his arm, Hercules scrolled through his texts as he walked across the plaza, heading to the stairs by the chain of shops where he and Laf agreed to meet up. Suddenly a text from Lafayette came through: [Desole mon ami, something came up last minute and I can’t go :(. I see your lovely “friend” Peggy sitting alone by the fountain, be safe and use protection ;))] Hercules groaned in annoyance; slipping his phone into his pocket. It sucked that Laf bailed last minute like that and wait-, he said something about Peggy? Hercules scanned the area, his feet quickly carrying him towards the center of the plaza where the fountain was. She should be on her date, why was she alone in the same spot? Catching sight of Peggy, Herc’s chest tightened when he saw her slouched form and the questioning stares of people walking by. Not liking the way people were staring at her, Hercules walked up to Peggy and put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey! Sorry, I’m late, I just stopped to get us some lunch.” Herc took her hand, keeping the smile on his face as his eyes said: “Play along.”

Startled by the voice Peggy looks up blinking away tears when she sees Hercules. Squeezing his hand she sighs, “Yeah, well I’m ready to go.”

Concerning leaked into his expression as he quickly pulled Peggy along until they were away from there, walking down the sidewalk until they were in a not so busy area. His car was just up ahead, and once they got to it Hercules stopped; turning around to face Peggy. “Peg,” he questioned in a gentle voice, “are you okay? Did something happen?”  

Shaking her head no Peggy moves to hug him burying herself in his chest. “I got stood up. He never came, I was just there not knowing what to do and it was horrible.”

He hugged her closer, lightly rubbing her back as she explained. Instantly he was pissed off and wanted to go find the guy just so he could beat him to a pulp. “It’s okay,” he reassured her, “it’s okay Peggy, guys like that don’t deserve a second of your attention anyway.”

“Yeah, I know, but it would have been fun going out you know?” Nuzzling against him she stays quiet for a moment enjoying his company trying to ignore her beating heart. “Plus you came over and helped me get dressed for nothing.”

Herc shook his head, “Not for nothing.” Pulling back from the hug he raised the Subway bags. “I have two subs and no partner for this murder mystery game I signed up for so…” He looked down as he rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “Will you be the Sherlock to my Watson?” Realizing how awfully cheesy that sounded, he stumbled over his words as he tried to backtrack, “W-what I mean is, I’ll be your date for today if you, y’know want.”

Chuckling a small smile appears on her face. “I’d be honored to be your Watson, and are you asking me out?” A light blush bloomed on her cheeks after asking it out loud.

Taking a deep breath, Herc steeled his nerves and held Peggy’s hand. “Yes,” a small smile played on his lips as he kissed the back of her hand, “And I promise to show you a better time then he would’ve.”

Peggy becomes an enthusiast mess repeating yes over and over as she hugs him again. “I’ve wanted to go on a date for awhile but I thought you weren’t interested. Of course, I’ll go!”

A laugh bubbled up from him at Peggy’s enthusiasm, returning her hug. “Well geez, if I’d known I would’ve asked a lot sooner.” Enjoying the hug but aware of the time Hercules tilted Peggy’s head up by her chin and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “As much as I love your hugs, we should probably wait until we’re at the place. We can eat in the car on the way there, sound good?”

Eyes sparkling she sighs reluctantly letting go, “fine I guess I’m just excited but we should probably actually go on the date huh?” Finally releasing him she starts walking towards his car eager to begin. “Hurry up, don’t want to be late.” Teasing him as she walks faster.  

He strides to catch up to her, “I’m coming I’m coming, this old body doesn’t move like it used to,” he replied with an elderly voice. Getting his keys out of his pocket he unlocked the car, then moved ahead of Peggy so he could open the door for her. With a flourished he bowed, making sure not to jostle the subs. “Your chariot awaits, Mademoiselle Schuyler.”

Laughing a bit she can’t help but smile wide, “Why thank you Monsieur Mulligan, and sorry to hear about your body guess I’ll be finding all the clues.” Taking a step inside she buckles up for safety because that’s important.

Rolling his eyes, Herc shuts the door and climbs in the driver’s side, not forgetting to put on his seatbelts. “I’m not much of a detective, more like the moral support guy, but I can interrogate people. Be the good cop to your bad cop or however you do it.” He started the car and listened to the engine purr before turning to face Peggy. “Okay, so before we go serious question,” Hercules pulled the subs out of the bag, “cold meatball sub, or cold meat lover’s sub?”

Thinking long and hard she points to the meat lover sub. “That one and can your poor grandpa jaw handle a meatball sub?” Sticking her tongue out because that is going to be a big tease from now on.

“You clearly haven’t seen me deepthroat a twelve inch.” Pulling out from the parking space, Hercules unwrapped his sub and bit off a piece, eyes on the road as he turned a corner.

Peggy snorts at the response, “Mnm I beat that’s quite a show, have to see it sometime.” Looking out the window she smiles at all the people and pets that pass, “do you know the place or did you want me to look it up?”

He shook his head as they pulled up to a red light. “It’s fine, I know where we’re going. It’s fine, I know where we’re going. It’s on the same street as this dance studio I go to.”  

“That’s good, I was worried your mind wouldn’t be what it used to be either. Dance studio?” An eyebrow arch as she shifts to look at him.

Smirking at the old man jab, he nodded. “It’s a good work out without feeling like I’m exercising.”

“Hmm,” she puts her hand on her chin, “that’s a good point, what type of dance?”

The light turned green and Hercules continued driving, occasionally taking a bite out of his sub. He kept his tone casual while focusing on the road, “Exotic dancing.”

She perks at the thought, “E-exotic dancing?” Her face turns red again looking away feeling embarrassed at her previous excitement.

He chuckled as her face turned red “Yeah, have you tried it”

“C-can’t say that I have, but it’s interesting you go and do it for fun.” She leans back in her seat looking at him for a quick second before turning away. “It’s kind of funny I didn’t know that about you, how long have you been dancing? Are you any good?”

The building where the event was taking place was just a block away. “Ah, it’s cause I don’t really talk about it, not something that comes up in conversation. But I’ve been there for three years now and,” he gave a modest shrug, “I’m decent? I guess you’d have to come see for yourself.” He smiled over at Peggy, thinking it was adorable how flustered she was.

“Well I bet you’re one of the best in class, and um,” biting on her lips she tries to look at him with a serious face, “I’d definitely come support you if I was invited. Make a poster and cheer the loudest.”

“Really?” Herc gave a small laugh as he pulled up to the building, parking in a spot that was just a few feet away. “Hmm, let me guess,” he leaned towards Peggy, studying her face as if he were in serious thought. “You were a cheerleader in high school, right? You have the attitude and the looks of it.”

She gulps not use to the close contact yet getting more flustered by the second. “Close but actually color guard, although I wouldn’t be opposed to wearing a cheerleading outfit when I come to support you.” Smiling as she tries to act normal ignoring how close he was.

He smiled wide, reaching over and ruffling her hair before getting out of her personal space. “My bad Sunshine, the color guard at my school were pretty anti-cheerleader, so didn’t mean to generalize.” Unlocking the car he hopped out of his side and shut the door, then walked around to open Peggy’s door. Holding his hand out for, her he tilted his head with a playful grin. “I gotta say, you’d look pretty cute in a cheerleading outfit.”

Breathing out in relief Peggy is unsure how she is going to survive with a more playful Herc. Then takes his hand, “you look cute in anything.” Trying to be smooth she cringed at her own line.

Humming at the remark, he helped her get out of the car. “Go raibh maith agat, but I’ve been told I look better without anything on.” He held back a laugh as he winked at Peggy, intertwining their fingers as he closed her door and locked the car. Changing the subject, he nodded over towards the building. “Ready to do some detective work?”

Her nose twitched at the comment feeling clingy all of a sudden. Tightening her grip on their fingers she stays still pulling on him, “yes but before that, Herc.” Taking a deep breath she moves to grab his shirt so he’s down at her height. “I-I mm,” shaking her head to gain some confidence Peggy leans in to whisper in his ear, “when I’m done with you, you’re not going to want to show yourself to anyone else.” Letting go she miles and starts leading him towards the building. “Yup let’s go, Watson!”

Completely caught off guard, Hercules stood there dumbstruck for a moment as he felt his face heat up. “I-I um, right behind you,” he gave her hand a little squeeze as she dragged him over towards the building, finally picking up his pace.  

Smirking because she finally felt like she has the upper hand Peggy opens the door for him. “After you Mulligan.”

She was so attractive it was unfair. Regaining some of his composure back, he chuckled at her words, “Why, thank you, for your service Schuyler.” He waited for her to walk through the door as well before glancing around, letting out a low whistle at the elaborate yet eerie Victorian theme.

“Wow,” she says in awe taking in the scene. “This is so beautiful! I can’t believe we get to do this! Where do we sign in?” Asking looking around not paying attention to Herc.

Herc took a break from eyeing the gift shop to look around for the check-in booth. “There,” he pointed to a line formed in front of a counter with attendants at it, “looks like people are in line to sign in.” Taking Peggy’s hand, they got in line behind groups of teenagers.

“Huh?” Then before another word she smiles realizing he took her hand. “It’s cute how much you’ve held my hand in this past hour.” Standing in line she lifts their hands, placing a kiss on his fingers. “Feels like a perfect fit.”

Smiling giddily, he waggled his fingers in her grip. “Your hands are so much smaller than mine, it’s cute.”

“Mmm, I think you’re cute.” Stepping forward as the line moves up. “Just everything about you is adorable.”

Hercules couldn’t help but smile wider, and he gave her hand a light squeeze as he averted his gaze. “Aw shucks,” he nudged Peggy playfully, “I’m just the big bad flower guy next door, nothing too cute about me. You on the other hand,” he whistled lowly for emphasis, “hot damn.”

“Herc!” smiling she playfully smacks his arm blushing, “I’m not hot ‘damn’ if anything that’s you with your dance moves. More of a sweet, kind of like a kinder egg. Never know what to expect but always a nice surprise.”

“Detective Kinder Egg sounds intimidating,” he joked. The line moved up, and they were one spot away from turning in their tickets. “I’ll agree and disagree though, you’re both.”

“And what will you be? Detective cutie on account how adorable you are?” Mocking in response. “Also am I going to have to say my name is Lafayette?”

Cracking a smile, Herc shook his head. “The tickets are under my name, and if you actually call yourself Detective Kinder Egg during this thing, you can call me whatever you want.”

“You know I will! And on that note does that mean I can call you later tonight?” Smirking with an exaggerated wink and then another one thinking she’s the best thing since sliced bread.

He muffled a laugh as the group in front of them moved on. “You know I live next to you, right?” Approaching the ticket collector, he pulled out the two ticket tickets he printed off the website and stated his name. The employees marked off the box next to Mulligan, confirming the purchase as he got the ticket stubs back. “The group murder mystery event is down the hall, the smaller rooms for minigames and puzzles are to your right, bathrooms on your left.”

Thanking the employee and moving out of the way Peggy starts heading towards the gift shop, “Go on ahead I’ll meet you at the group event in ten.” Not waiting for an answer she goes without him moving fast out of sight.

Peggy wai-” Too late, she was gone. Hercules sighed, he always got ditched for the gift shop. Figuring she’d meet up with him after the gift shop robbed her blind, Hercules wandered his way on over to the line for the group event and busied himself with scanning the rules.

Exploring the gift shop Peggy smiles seeing what she came in for. Grabbing a monocle and bowler hat for Herc she takes the “official detective hat and pipe” for herself. Making sure to pick up a magnifying glass at the checkout line before returning back to him. Hugging Herc from behind she puts the bag in his line of view. “Back and got what every detective duo needs!”

“Huh?” Blushing as Peggy hugs him he looks down at the bag, “Aww Peggy you didn’t need to get me anything.”

Nuzzling against him she reaches into the bag herself grabbing the monocle, “Of course I did! Plus I think we’ll find clues better with these accessories.” Herc takes the molecule and reaches into the bag smiling at the sight of the hats.

“I’m guessing that’s for us too?” Nodding her head Peggy lets go, standing next to him as she puts on her hat.

“Now all I need is,” reaching back into the bag she grabs a pipe and blows into it showing bubbles coming out the other end. “We are ready to solve crimes!” Herc puts on his accessories then the doors open letting all the guest come in.

A man with a bellhop uniform fakes a scream causing everyone to look at him, then in an unenthusiastic attitude begins. “oh no, there has been a murder. It’s up to all of you to solve it. Each pair or person must bring back a clue, you have an hour but the sooner you find it the sooner you can leave. Time starts,” he takes out a stopwatch then clicks it, “now.”

Everyone looks around confused as some start venturing off through the doors that lead to a path of mystery. Peggy looks at Herc who shrugs, then takes her hand dragging her to a nearby door. They walk around what appears to be a hallway looking for clues admiring all the details. Stopping Peggy takes a closer look at a picture pulling on Herc.

“Hey, look at the eyes.”

“huh? Why?”

“Just take a look and move towards your right.” Doing what she says Herc laughs noticing the picture following him as he moves.

“That’s cool, Detective Kinder Eggs noticing the little things.” smiling down at Peggy’s pouting face she looks away.

“At least I’m not Detective Hot Pants, now that’s embarrassing.”

Rolling his eyes he hugs her showing it was a playful comment. Moving ahead Herc starts walking around more looking behind paintings as Peggy tries to open more doors with no luck.

“What are we even looking for, what counts as a clue?” Herc asks taking notice of a vase.

“I don’t know,” smiling as he bends over to take a closer look she walks behind him putting the magnifying glass next to his butt. “but I do think I have all the evidence right here to say you have a fine ass.”

Chucking at her unexpected words he accidentally leans forward knocking the vase down to which Peggy immediately says, “Ooooh, you’re in trouble!” stepping back so she isn’t to blame.

“Peggy come on, what are we five? The worst they’ll do is make me pay, now you, on the other hand, keep speaking up and see what happens.” winking as he goes to pick up the mess, then squinted his eyes seeing a paper. “Hey, Sunshine, do you see this?”

“Hmm?” Walking over she takes the paper reading it, “Congratulations you’ve found a clue, now get to the room before the murder finds you!” Taking a look at Herc he looks just as confused as her. “Someone is chasing us? We should get back, fast.” Worried in her face as she puts the magnifying glass down to pull him up with both hands.

“Pegs, I need to clean up the vase mess, someone could get hurt!” struggling to go back to cleaning.

“No, we need to hurry!” grunting as her efforts to move him become useless. “I will leave you here.” Not waiting any longer she starts slowly walking backward. “oh, here I go!”

Gazing at Peggy and back at the mess he sighs giving in. “Okay wait for me.” heading back to the door Herc tries to turn it but it won’t open. “We might have a problem.”

“What? Here let me try.” Pushing him aside she tries but can’t open it. “What’s happening? Why is it locked? How do we get back!?!” starting to panic Herc grabs her rubbing circles into her back to calm her.

“Shh, it’s part of the game,  we have plenty of time to get back, let’s just go try more doors and see what happens. One step at a time.” waiting until she was better he takes her hand to the hallway of doors hoping one opens.

After trying multiple doors Herc finally finds one that opens but to a pitch black room. “Hmmm, Peggy wait right here, I’m going to see why this door is open.” entering the room the door with Peggy holding it open he goes exploring taking small steps trying to find a light source. Snubbing his foot on something and letting out a since Peggy goes in after him allowing the door the shut. Turning around Herc moves quickly trying to catch the door before it closes, pinning Peggy there without noticing.

“Peggy! Are you okay?!” turning the handle it’s no use as it locks from the inside. “please tell me you’re safe.”

Feeling him against her Peggy takes in a sharp breath trying to seem cool but her voice becoming a pitch higher, “Yeah totally cool, I’m good, very groovy!”

“Okay, just stay close-“ he turns red as Peggy shifts a bit stepping back to give her some space. “I-I’m sorry Sunshine! I didn’t know I was so close!” About to move back more he’s stopped by a shirt tug.

“No, wait please don’t. I-it’s kind of scary in this room and I like you this close.”

If he wasn’t blushing already Herc was sure he was about to die from how cute Peggy sounded as he nervously returned close. Both not knowing what to say until Peggy finally breaks the silence.

“Trapped in a closet with your crush, I think we both know what happens next.”

“Peggy, we aren’t kids I told you before.”

“Aww but Herc, you can’t stand there and lie to me saying you don’t want to make out.” trying to be as suggestive as possible Peggy puts her hands on his waist slipping them in his back pocket making the distance even smaller between them.

“I can’t even see your beautiful face, as much as I like your hands, it isn’t going to work.”

Feeling her heart beat faster at the word beautiful she can’t help but go aww. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

“The most beautiful person in the universe and beyond. As much as I do want to kiss you I would need help finding your lips.”

Kissing his chest to give him an idea where she is Herc starts leaning down until he’s centimeters away from kissing her. Both holding their breath for the long-awaited moment but just as the lips are about to meet, the door opens startling them both.

They fumble over each other letting their eyes adjust to the harsh light seeing the employee. “Oh no, you’ve been found by the murder, you have died.”

Looking at the other they laugh at the monotone voice walking out. Fingers intertwined they leave the mystery house sad they lost but happy for a good time. Heading to the car Herc notices a reggae band playing some sweet beats nearby and takes Peggy towards them.

“Pegs, come dance with me!” Smiling he spreads his legs getting in a squatting position swaying himself back and forth. Catching his smile she joins him as they dance for a few more songs not caring at the people watching as they laugh and enjoy having the other here. Paying them in the jar they had Herc takes Peggy home walking her to her door even though they live next to each other.

“You didn’t have to walk me,” secretly happy as she gets her keys out.

“You don’t have to be so cute and amazing but I guess we both go the extra mile.” Hearing the click of the open door he’s confused when she doesn’t open the door.

Facing him she sighs, “You know, even though I didn’t get laid, my lucky sunflower clip did pull through.”

“Oh, and how is that?” curious about what she’s trying to say.

“Well, I’m lucky I went on a date with the only person who could show me that good of a time. Which I’m hoping there will be another date?” smiling she looks away hoping he doesn’t get weirded out. Instead, his heart skips a beat putting one hand on Peggy’s door and the other on her chin making her look up at him.

Gazing into her eyes he nods, “There will be many more.” looking at her lips he waits to see if she’ll pull back before going for a kiss. Closing their eyes both feel the sparks flying as the kiss gets a bit more passionate before Herc pulls away panting.

“Wow,” Peggy just as breathless as him nods in agreement. “Wow indeed.”

Tempted to kiss her again he just ruffles her hat not letting his monocle fall off as he becomes a fluster mess walking down the stairs and up his own pair. Giggling Peggy opens her own door once he gets to his. Blowing him a kiss she then goes inside. Catching it Herc goes inside his own apartment where both are left smiling the rest of the night.