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the thing about fandom is that you need to find the people that can be mature when you hate on their blorbo and vice versa. if i say that bleebo is ugly and that i want to beat him with sticks you wanna have a person that has bleebo as their pfp who will laugh with you or at least feel indifferent to it. these days people act like you personally stabbed them if you say anything negative about their blorbo and it's like;; buddy that's an imagined person. they're not real. you need to find the people that love their blorbos with a passion but can survive you throwing darts at blorbo's face
tw: mentions of religion, praying, faith, inspired by taylor swift’s song of the same title, r is hurt, open ending
(image and gifs aren’t mine, credits to owners)
it was times like this when daisy reflected on her time at st. agnes. back when she was a child and had to sit through hours and hours of prayer and worship.
back when she had nothing to hope and pray for. back when she gave up.
today, she could really use some of that faith they oh so desperately tried to teach her about.
because now, she couldn’t give up. not on you, not on her team, her family.
the last thing she said to you was that she needed space. she wished she could take that back.
all she wanted was you, back in her arms, squeezing her so tight she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
she shouldn’t have let the stress get to her, but she did. and it interfered with you.
for months now, you had been her faith. you had been some deity that she worshipped.
she knew things would get hard, yet she fell for you. she followed blindly into love when she knew that she’d eventually be the one to break your heart.
you’d had been a false god that she placed her faith in, praying that you’d fix her flaws and make her the woman that you deserved.
as you laid on the cot in the medical facility, she held your hand tightly, mumbling under her breath.
“please, just let her be okay. please, i cant do this without her.”
if you made it through this, she knew she had to do better. she had to become someone you deserve, on her own.
but nothing would stop her from worshipping this love that the two of you share.
tw: r is coulson’s daughter, everyone is on a first name basis because they’re extremely close, timeline of when things were invented isn’t accurate, fluff, angst
(images and gif aren’t mine, credits to owners)
daisy spun you into her arms, dipping you and then leaning down to barely brush her nose against yours. you smiled softly at the viscount’s daughter, returning you to your feet.
“ladies, almost ready?” viscountess johnson walked into the room, a smile on her lips. she was sponsoring the both of you for your first social season.
jiaying moved over to the gramophone, turning it off and placing the record back into its proper place.
“i’m going to go say goodbye to my father” you told daisy, brushing your fingers over the back of her hand.
“okay.” she smiled slightly, eyes flitting between your face to your hands.
“okay.” you couldn’t help but grin when you saw the flustered blush on her cheeks.
you could hear the laughter of your father and cal coming from the kitchen.
it made you feel at home. ever since you could remember, they’d been your family. your fathers had gone to school together and have been inseparable ever since.
so were you and daisy, from the moment you met. it had started as a friendship and by your early teens, became much more. but, society has other plans for the two of you.
“hi sweetheart, you look beautiful.” your dad pulled you into a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “thank you, are you two coming?”
“i wish we could, but phil has unfortunately roped me into helping him with the renovation plans for the library.” viscount johnson gave him a playfully annoyed glare.
you laughed softly, “him and his books…”
“are you coming?” daisy called out loudly from the foyer.
“i’m being summoned! bye father, bye cal!”
-
the carriage ride to the simmons’ house was silent. unlike other parties the two of you had been dragged to in the past few weeks, you actually liked the family.
their daughter jemma had always been nice to you, a good friend and someone you could trust.
you and daisy walked inside, side by side and trailing behind her mother.
many people were dancing, some girls already finding partners and potential suitors.
you noticed jemma sitting at a table alone and staring off to the exposed landing of the staircase, where duke leopold fitz was chatting up a woman.
“i’m going to go say hello to jemma. grab some drinks?” you whispered in daisy’s ear.
“i’ll meet you over there.” her lips brushed over your cheek as she whispered back. now was her turn to get you flustered.
you bit your lip, slipping away and taking a free seat at the table with your friend.
“i’m glad to see you! i’m surprised you came!” as soon as you sat down, her mood changed, she had a genuine smile on her lips.
“it’s not like i really had a choice. besides, it’s your mother’s party and you know that i’d take any chance to see you and your parents. your family has always been so kind to me and my father.” you smiled back.
jemma’s eyes flicked back up to the top of the staircase but he was gone. “don’t pay attention to him. it’s kind of in the rules that we have to talk to these guys and they have to talk to us.” you tried to help.
“easier said than done.” she laughed softly.
“i know.” if only she knew that your situation was far more complicated.
“one lemonade for lady coulson…” daisy placed the drink in front of you, taking a sip of her own.
“oh, jemma i was just talking to fitz. he was asking about you.” daisy took a seat.
“and there he is now!” you jutted your chin out in his direction.
leopold walked over to the table, extending his hand to her. “my lady, may i have this dance.” he smiled.
she looked over at the two of you, smiling widely while you both nodded encouragingly.
they’d been madly in love since they were little kids, but her parents insisted she waited for her coming out before he could court her properly.
she took his hand and he whisked her away to the dance floor.
daisy slipped a hand under the tablecloth, resting on your gown-covered knee.
“if someone sees-“ you hissed, eyes widening.
“no one will see.” but before daisy could continue her actions, her mother walked over with a sneaky smile.
“my daisy, there’s someone who’d like to meet you!” she motioned to a man who began making his way over.
“miss johnson, i’m lord daniel sousa. it’s lovely to meet you.” he introduced himself, bringing daisy’s hand up to his lips.
“i’m going to go get some air.” you said quietly, giving daniel a tight lipped smile as you got up from your chair.
before you could make your way out of the house, the viscountess stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.
“are you feeling alright, darling?” there was concern written all over her face.
“just a little warm. i’ll be alright.”
she nodded and let you step outside.
you knew this would happen, you knew that daisy would be talking to different men, dancing with them and would eventually have to choose one to marry.
it didn’t make it sting any less.
you cared more about losing her than having to deal with a suitor of your own.
you stayed out in the garden for the next hour until daisy and jiaying walked out the front door. lord sousa bid her goodnight before heading back inside.
it seems that they had gotten along well.
you saw the polite smile on her face disappear as soon as she turned her back, eyes meeting yours from across the lawn.
the coachman offered a hand to daisy and her mother, to help them in.
but when it was your turn, daisy extended her own hand with a sheepish smile.
the coachman dropped his hand in understanding as you placed your hand in hers and let her help you inside, a spark shooting through your veins at her touch.
you sat next to her and she kept her hand in yours, squeezing it ever so often.
“are you feeling any better, dear? it’s a shame that you felt ill tonight, there were such lovely suitors i’d love to have introduced you to.” the viscountess frowned as she made a mental list of the men she thought would be good for you.
“i’m feeling a bit better, and you’ll have plenty of time in the near future for those introductions.” you said quietly.
when the carriage pulled up in front of your house, they both followed you inside, finding the baron and viscount having a drink on the sofa.
“how was the party?” your dad asked as you shut the door.
“it was lovely! cal, our daisy might have met the one! he is such a sweetheart, perfect for our girl!” jiaying exclaimed excitedly, but daisy wasn’t smiling.
“that’s wonderful, baby girl!” cal stood up, hugging his daughter and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“i’m heading to bed, goodnight everyone.” you removed your earrings, finding them far too heavy to wear any longer.
“she was unwell for the latter half of the evening. get some sleep, darling.” jiaying explained, holding both of your hands in hers and gave them a loving squeeze.
you gave your dad a kiss on the cheek and headed up the staircase before anyone could see the tears beginning to form.
you let your hair down, reaching into your wardrobe for your nightgown.
there was a soft knock on your opened door, daisy looked guilt ridden.
“he seemed like a nice man.” you pulled down the blankets of your bed, readying your room for sleep.
daisy stepped up behind you, her fingers finding the buttons that held your dress together.
“i don’t want to talk about him. not when i have you…not when i don’t have to worry about my future, because you’re right here.” she pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, letting the dress drop from your shoulders until you were in nothing but your undergarments.
her hand rested on your hip, index finger tracing the curve of your waist.
“you’re going to be with him and eventually i’ll be with someone too. we cant stop it.” you pulled away before things could go any further, reaching for your nightgown to redress yourself.
you sat on your bed, head in your hands as you forced yourself not to look at her.
“yes, we can. we can tell our parents, we can make them understand. we can work this out.” she sat next to you on the edge of your bed, bringing your hands down and away from your face so she could caress your cheek.
“daisy…” you sighed, leaning into her touch.
“get some sleep, i’ll be over tomorrow morning.” she kissed your cheek, making sure you got under the covers.
you kept ahold of her hand before she could walk away, bringing her down for a proper kiss.
you could hear her breath hitch as her lips met yours, eyes closing as you soaked in the moment.
“goodnight, my lady.” you giggled as she pulled away hesitantly.
she curtsied jokingly. “goodnight as well, my lady.”
you saw her smile as she headed for the door.
“is everything alright? you were up there for quite some time.” her mother asked as she descended the staircase.
“her hairpiece got stuck, she just needed some help. it’s all good now.” daisy replied, joining her parents in the foyer for their goodbyes with baron coulson.
“well, we’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast, phil.” cal nodded, opening the door for his wife and daughter who waved goodbye and made their way to the carriage.
daisy couldn’t wipe the grin off her lips, thinking about the kiss.
maybe tomorrow she’d truly convince you that there was a possibility for the two of you.
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tw: some spoilers for loki s1 + deadpool & wolverine, angst, fluff, cursing, open ending
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“what the hell is that and where the hell am i?” you asked yourself quietly, watching the glowing smoke monster in the distance. you looked down and around you. it was like a landfill, old cars, parts of buildings and junk everywhere.
a hand wrapped around your wrist but before you could scream or fight back, another clamped over your mouth.
the person dragged you away, entering a rickety old building and descending a flight of stairs.
when they finally let you go, you landed on a tattered up couch and finally got a look at your kidnapper.
“who are you?” you asked cautiously.
“i’m laura, and i just saved your life by the way.” the girl huffed, pulling out a chair from the table nearby and taking a seat.
“i’m-” you went to introduce yourself but she cut you off.
“i know who you are. the others are going to be back soon, and they’re never quiet. i’d recommend trying to get some sleep before they get back.” she shrugged.
“who are the others? how do you know me?” your questions went unanswered as a bunch of footsteps thudded down the stairs, two men and a woman walked in.
“who’s the new girl?” the woman asked.
“you don’t recognize her?” laura raised a brow.
“recognize who?” an all too familiar voice entered the mix.
“daisy?” you felt hopeful.
the last time you had seen her, she had been in danger. hive was going to hurt her.
but her face fell.
it was evident that she didn’t feel the same way about seeing you.
“whoever you think i am, i’m not her.” she said quickly, starting to unzip her suit as she stormed out of the room and into another.
the door slammed shut behind her and you froze.
“i-i don’t understand…”
“she’s not from your universe. we were all sent here by the tva for committin’ a crime against the sacred timeline. they tell you what yours was?” one of the men said, with a strong cajun accent.
“they showed me a video where daisy got swayed by hive instead of me. i’m not sure you know what that means but-”
the other man nodded, “trust me, we know that that means.”
“give her some time and then go talk to her. she needs you to talk to her.” laura gave you a small smile and you nodded.
-
after a couple hours of getting to know your new acquaintances, you headed for daisy’s room.
you knocked on the door before opening it a crack, giving her a small nervous smile when she looked up at you.
“i already told you, i’m not who you think i am.” she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to find a way out of this.
“and i get that. they explained it to me.”
when daisy didn’t say anything, you decided to keep talking.
“in my universe, you were going to get swayed by hive, but i stopped that from happening. that’s what got me sent here. i was just doing what i could to protect you, but apparently it wasn’t supposed to happen.” your eyes welled with tears and the daisy in front of you slowly stood up.
“in mine, i got swayed. when hive lost control over me, you were caught in the crossfire during my fight against him. i was able to save you, turns out i wasn’t supposed to.” she finally said it out loud.
“so i guess in every universe, we’re supposed to lose each other.” you came to the conclusion, not meeting her eyes.
she was supposed to be swayed and you were supposed to die at hive’s hand.
this might not be your daisy, but she is daisy. she’s a variant of the love of your life and it was too hard to see her as a stranger.
“i guess so. but this…this is the end of time. we’re not in a universe, so maybe we don’t have to lose each other this time.” daisy hated letting herself be so optimistic, but she needs you.
you were the one person in her life that she would choose to keep the hope for.
tw: no spoilers for wicked pt1, fluff, extremely self indulgent, one slightly suggestive moment
(images aren’t mine, credits to owners. i added a filter to the photos.)
“pink or green, babe?” daisy called out from the closet, her head still shoved in the small space, digging around for her other shirt.
“i’m going green, so pink?” you called back, peeking over your eyeshadow palette.
“works for me.” she settled on her pink shirt, stepping into the bedroom to change.
you smirked as she pulled off the oversized shirt she wore. when she caught you looking at her, she rolled her eyes and threw the now-bunched up shirt at you. you laughed as you caught the shirt before it could hit you, tossing it to the side.
in a quick twenty minutes, you and daisy were in the car and headed hand in hand to the movie theatre.
you were buzzing with excitement while waiting in line for popcorn, daisy having to squeeze your hand more than once to keep you grounded. tears were already welling in your eyes at just the thought of the movie.
daisy carried the popcorn and tickets while you handled the drinks, following you to your seats.
the trailers started playing a few minutes later, daisy keeping the popcorn settled in her lap, your arm linked under hers so you could reach it.
you lolled your head over to rest on her shoulder, her head resting on yours. she reached for her drink, twisting the little glinda topper so it wouldn’t poke her in the face.
“wanna switch?” you held up your elphaba cup, pulling off the topper and handing it to your girlfriend, as she handed you hers.
“there.” she grinned, pushing the exchanged topper into the place. she gave you a quick kiss as the light started to dim, a soft excited squeal leaving your lips.
“it’s tiiime!” she smiled against your lips, pulling back so the two of you could turn to the screen.
as the movie started, you felt butterflies swarming your stomach, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling too hard.
-
as the end credits rolled, so did the tears down your cheeks. daisy reached over and wiped them, pouting cutely at you.
“you okay?” she asked, kissing the side of your head as you looked up at her.
“what do you mean it’s over! i have to wait a year?! b-but they love each other so much and…” you trailed off as a fresh set of tears made their way to your waterline.
“i know, baby.” she rubbed your arms soothingly as you stood up, heading for the exit.
“can we see it again soon?” you asked on your way back to the car, once your emotions had somewhat regulated.
“you were just sobbing over it, now you want to do it all over again?” she unlocked the car.
“duh! it’s a good kind of pain, although i might cry even harder next time.” you were debating with yourself over whether or not it was a good idea to put yourself through it again.
daisy grinned, handing you the aux cord as she started up the car.
as the beginning notes of no one mourns the wicked filled the car, you were headed home with the love of your life.
the pink to your green.
and there was nothing better than getting to see this life changing film for the first time, with her.
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(oneshot)
tw: lady muse!heather, reader knows but turns a blind eye to it (kinda?), canon level violence, darkish?, kissing, suggestive content
(first 2 images are mine! last image isn’t mine, credits to owner)
you knew enough about her after work activities, but you also knew better than to ask for any details she didn’t give you.
the less she told you, the safer you’d be. you accepted her half truths and vague explanations every time.
tonight was like any other night, heather coming home late, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder and a new gash across her knuckles.
she sets her bag by the door and finds you on the couch, curled up sleepily with a book.
“hey baby.” she sits next to you, dipping down to kiss your lips.
“hi.” you smile, bookmarking your page and setting it to the side.
you notice her hand, wordlessly bringing it to your lips with furrowed brows.
“just a scratch.” she turns her hand in yours, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
“are you home for the night? or do you have to go back out?” you pout, starting to trail kisses over her thumb, up her hand and to her wrist.
“i am staying right here.” she smiles, opening her arms for you to sink into.
“did they deserve it?” you ask quietly, your lips pressing to the wound once more.
“they always do.” she pulls her hand from yours, cupping your face instead.
you run your fingers through her curls, “there are leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
she hums, “starving.”
but she makes no move to get up, only leans back in to kiss you.
you grin against her lips, fingers trailing lightly over her jaw, then drawing back up her neck.
“bed?” you ask quietly when you pull back.
“bed.” she agrees, pecking your lips once more.
the short walk to the bedroom takes longer than it should, with the both of you pausing to kiss every couple of steps.
as she strips off her clothes, you notice more dried blood on her skin. she knows you see it, choosing to distract you with kisses leading down your chest.
you let her push you back on the bed, pushing up your shirt to press her lips there too.
she may have blood on her hands — literally and figuratively — but she vowed to never let it touch you.
and in a few strategic moves, she had you forgetting all about the blood, your worries, and the unanswered, unspoken questions.
besides, what was there to worry about? she always came home to you in one piece.
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