daisy midgeley.

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     independent & selective daisy midgeley from coronation street. loved by vicky ( 27 & she/her ).        carrd  !

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scaryjr​     /     theresa marlowe.

     scary’s      mouth      clamps      shut,                      the    panic    rising    in    her    chest.    proud    of    it             -            the    other    thought    scary    was      proud      of    the    killings.      proud      of    ruining    margarita’s    life,    of    hurting    her    friends.    she    didn’t      regret      it,      not    one    bit,    but    proud    was    not    something    she    would    have    said    she    felt.    it    needed    to    be    done,    there    was    no    other    way    to    save    the    world,    and    if    anything    scary    felt      sad      that    that    was    what    had    to    happen.    she    chews    her    lower    lip,    offering    a    shrug    in    place    of    an    answer.           ❛           maybe.      whatever.           ❜

    it was typical of a teenager to offer such a blunt answer, two words and that was it. daisy had been the same when she was that age, always such a gobby cow until it came down to situations like this, when she’d much rather roll her eyes, fold her arms over her chest, and mutter a few words. she didn’t know much about this kid as of yet, but she could see a bit of herself in her, in a way. she’d been messed up at that age, no thanks to the death of her little brother. “is that really all you’ve gotta say about it? ‘maybe, whatever’? blimey, love. not very feelin’, are ya?”

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bannannie​     /     annie marks.

annie couldn’t help the quiet laugh that bubbled within her. “footie.” she repeated with her best effort at mimicking the others accent –– not maliciously of course, but rather just because. “it’s soccer, right?” even she could figure that one out, the vast differences between each version of football something she’d realised after one night in a local pub, and she didn’t even like sport that much. “jeez, look at that.” eyes widened as she looked at the ring, hands reaching for daisy’s to hold it still while she took a proper good look at it. “he’s gotta really love you.” stating the obvious perhaps, but with one divorce under her belt it was an important thing to recognise. not that she and greg hadn’t loved one another, they had –– but forced into a wedding as teenagers after accidentally getting pregnant didn’t exactly scream happily ever after. “you already got plans? a date?” for someone who hadn’t enjoyed her own wedding planning, she was always much more excited by others. “a dress?”

    “right, yeah. soccer. sounds proper weird that does, never understood why you didn’t call it football," she admitted. she wasn’t the biggest fan of sports, though, wasn’t that bothered about the difference in what it was called. it was mainly just conversational, something to say in response...but the mention of the wedding quickly distracted her, as it often did. that was her priority, it was something she loved talking about, no matter who it was with. annie seemed interested, anyway, which was more than she could say for a lot of people, who only seemed to humour her. “8th of may, this gorgeous venue called charlesworth hall. it was my dream, we got proper lucky, managed to snag a date this year. got pretty much everything planned out in me head! slowly working on getting it all ready, y’know? i’ve been usin’ a lot of my influencer connections to bag free stuff. ice sculptures, fireworks, and i’m wearing a dress from this gorgeous boutique for free. it’s gorgeous. y’wanna see? i took loads of pictures.”

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

“I know I don’t have to. But the more people you have looking out for you, the less you will need the police to help you. And as you say, they aren’t exactly doing that now.“ Ciaran told her. “That and if this person ended up following you, he wouldn’t dare do it if I was around.“

    Daisy was genuinely grateful for everyone in her life who was willing to look out for her, who was willing to defend her against Justin. It meant even more coming from him, given that he wasn’t part of the family; he didn’t have to say it. “Ta, Ciaran. I do appreciate that. I’m hoping this’ll all be over soon.”

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stitchfastened​     /     karli demir.

karli let out a huff of air, this all sounded like some bit stitch up. if she bought into the idea of conspiracies, she might have thought that perhaps one of her rivals had interfered with her itinerary, changing her route, getting her far away from the competition to better their own chances, with her practice time was being eaten into while she figured out where she was meant to be. “i think i need the help.” it wasn’t like she could figure out where she was on her own, and having someone who knew the area could only work in her favour. “as long as you don’t mind, of course.” she’d figure out a way to thank her another time if she actually managed to get where she needed to be. “lead the way, i guess.” she shrugged, suitcase wobbling behind her on the cobbles.

    “’course i don’t. my stepmum owns the boozer, she’s used to me just scrollin’ me socials or filing my nails,” she admitted. at least if she was helping someone out, she had a genuine reason, and jenny couldn’t tell her to get in with cleaning the bogs or carrying the crates of wine up from the cellar. there’d be hardly any customers, so that wasn’t something she needed to worry much about. leading the way to the rover’s, she held the door open for karli, given that she had the suitcase. “where you from then? nowhere ‘round here, clearly.”

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CHARLOTTE JORDAN in CORONATION STREET

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

Ciaran listened and then grabbed some paper and wrote something down on it. He handed it to her. “There is my number. If the others aren’t around…or even if they are, and something is worrying you…call me.” He said. Ciaran didn’t want something to happen to her because the police wouldn’t do anything until it was too late.

    Watching him with furrowed brows, Daisy hesitated, letting out a shaky breath when he made the offer. It seemed everyone was looking out for her; she’d been made to feel like a proper part of the Barlow family. “Oh. Ta. You really don’t have t’ do that, y’know. It’s not your responsibility to make up for incompetent coppers.” 

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if anyone rps on twitter...👉 👈

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

Ciaran listened. He hated when things happened like that. Things could be happening to someone and because no crime had happened, they wouldn’t do anything about it. “It shouldn’t be that way. In person or on social media.” He told her.

    In a way, it helped to her someone say that, to have someone assure her that this was messed up and her feelings were valid, who wasn’t a member of the family. Jenny and all of Daniel’s family had been watching over her like a bunch of hawks, but that was only to be expected. “You don’t need to tell me that. I just wish I could get people to listen. They’re not going to listen ‘til it’s too late.”

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dont flirt with me cus ima flirt back and you gon catch feelings & im not

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

“Okay. So I guess she wouldn’t have done that if she had known. But being her, maybe she still would have.“ He said, knowing Tracy would have something to say about that if she knew he had said that. “Have they done something about it now?“ Ciaran asked.

    “Nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. It was starting to seem like they weren’t going to, either. “As far as they’re concerned, no crime has been committed. He hasn’t laid a finger on me. Just, y’know, made me scared of leaving the house, of being alone with men I don’t know, of posting on social media...but that’s nothin’, as far as everyone else is concerned.”

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inject daisy midgeley x daniel osbourne content into my veins ty

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CHARLOTTE JORDAN in CORONATION STREET

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

Ciaran noticed her looking towards Bertie and wondered where this was going. He didn’t have anything against influencers. Some of the people he had got to know while on the cruise ships were influencers. He found it interesting rather than not getting it at all. “Mmm, that sounds like something she would do. Although she should have known better, or didn’t she know about this guy?”

    “Not at the time,” Daisy admitted, bringing her thumb up to her mouth to nibble on the end of the nail. Manicure be damned, it was one of the many nervous habits she’d picked up since the messages started. “I only told Daniel and Jenny at first. Then it started getting worse. Making new accounts so he could message me every time he got blocked, gettin’ a job in the street so he could see me. The police won’t do owt about it, so  — yeah. Everyone knows now. Seeing as I need a constant babysitter.”

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

Ciaran nodded. “You could say that.” He said. “Don’t tell her I said that though. I promise I won’t tell her, if you don’t tell her that I agreed with you.” Ciaran told her. Of course, she was right about Steve and Amy. Hearing what she said about the flowers, Ciaran looked at her in surprise. “What? Why?” He asked.

    The question caused her to shift on the spot, glancing down at Bertie, but he seemed to be content in his own little world. “Bit of a long story. I’m an influencer, right —” she didn’t pause, didn’t need to know his thoughts on that. Most people didn’t seem to get it. “ — an’ I’ve been tryin’ to get free stuff for the wedding. Figured seeing as she was family she might give us some free flowers  — the funeral flowers were s’posed to be her idea of a joke, the only free flowers I was getting out of her. Might have been funny if I didn’t think they were from the bloke who’s been harassing me for weeks.”

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

Ciaran nodded as she said this. “I agree. I mean I wouldn’t say I was part of the family but I am close to them as I am best friends with Peter.” He told her. “As for Tracy. She isn’t someone that makes it easy to get along with. I guess it depends on who you are.” He said. “That is impressive.”

    “She’s an  — acquired taste, int she? I’d say she was like marmite, but I don’t think anyone loves her...” Daisy trailed off, nose scrunching up. Bit harsh, maybe, but it was a fair assessment. “’cept Steve and Amy, I suppose. And I’m allowed to say that, ‘cause she’s family — but if you tell her, I will deny all knowledge. I dread to think what she’d do next. She already sent me funeral flowers. Cheeky cow, she is.”

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xchxsingcxrsx​     /     ciaran mccarthy.

He couldn’t help but laugh as she said this. “It could happen.” He told her. Ciaran looked at Daisy as she said this. “I don’t think I am in his bad books. But if I said what you said about him, he would think it came from me even if I said it wasn’t.” Ciaran smiled and then listened to what she was saying. “I think that proves that he does.”

    It was nice, really, feeling accepted by Ken. She hadn’t exactly envisioned when she’d first moved to Weatherfield that she’d wind up as one of the Barlows, but she didn’t hate the idea by any means. Tracy wasn’t exactly her dream sister-in-law, but that was only because they were both hotheaded and stubborn as mules. “Not a bad family to be accepted into, really. I mean — living under the same roof as Tracy Barlow definitely wasn’t the dream, but we haven’t killed each other yet, so I’d call that impressive.”