#d:daisy

[bluejeanbaby]

@not-museing-around​

“Oh well actually, you’re supposed to ask the tour guide questions like that. I actually work in the gift shop.” Steven pointed over his shoulder, before he set his eyes back on the girl before him. “Though I...well since you did ask me I can tell you.” he shrugged, a nervous smile on his lips.  “This is a painting of the god Set....or Seth. I mean I think it’s a bit funny the Egyptian God of chaos is just some chap named Seth.” he laughed. “Really a jerk though, let me tell you. At least that’s how he was described.” Steven continued rambling for a moment. “Is this your first time at this museum?”

[bluejeanbaby]

“You know, this is actually my place, not yours, right?” Theo questioned Daisy as he leaned against the little bar which separated his kitchen and living room. The studio was pretty quaint but after living on a ship for almost ten years, it seemed more than enough for him. “I mean who said that I wanted white Christmas lights anyway?” he asked, still being playful as he pushed himself off from the structure.  His hand playfully grabbed at mistletoe that they had bought for decoration.

He approached with a big grin, keeping it hidden until he was close enough. He held the small leaves over both of their heads, humming. “Well, would you take a look at that? Isn’t that just crazy?” Theo flirted openly. He wasn’t exactly sure what he and Daisy had going on. They had met at the park a time or two and threw themselves at one another, but it had never gotten much farther than a kiss before one of them felt guilty and backed off. 

@rcsecolor​

[bluejeanbaby]

Theo could clearly remember the last time he saw Daisy. They were on the porch of  her parents house and he promised her he would come back. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but I’m going to get money for us, I’ll get us a home.” She promised she’d wait. 

He didn’t think he would be gone for eight years, but that was the life of a sailor. When he was let out of the Navy he had a chance for a job at sea which would give him enough money for a mortgage.  Though he didn’t really have a chance to keep in touch he for some reason  assumed she would wait.

It became clearer to him as he approached the house, that she hadn’t waited. He got the address from her mother, but he couldn’t help but wish she had just told him no. Somehow this was much more painful.   He swallowed thickly  as he raised his fist to knock at the front door, scared of who he might meet on the other side.

War and sea had been tough on him. He looked more aged, more ragged.  The sweet boy that she may have once known was replaced by a tired man riddled with ptsd, not that he’d ever really comment on it.  While his laughter still escaped him, he had more tics. One thing that didn’t change however, was his love for Daisy. He didn’t stop thinking about her for a moment. Not once. 

@rcsecolor​

[jackpcts]

@earthquakcgirl

Being alive again was great. Really, MJ was totally, 100% okay with everything happening. So what if she was turned to dust and woke up five years in the freaking future! So what if all her training and fighting had amounted to nothing in the end! It was fine. She was fine.

And Daisy Johnson was really fine. Like, totally next level fine. MJ definitely wasn't only sleeping with Daisy as a way to avoid thinking about her feelings. Some might accuse her of such but she would have fucked Daisy even if she hadn't been turned to dust by a crazy purple man because Daisy was hot. MJ pulled her shirt on with a sigh, turning to look at Daisy with a grin she didn't entirely feel. "I'm thinking brunch. Are you in for brunch?"

[tectonicrictor]

@earthquakcgirl​

New York was a fucking mess. New York had always been a fucking mess, but right now the guy tearing through the streets with what looked like a tractor repurposed for death was kind of worth mentioning. Apparently, he was having trouble readjusting to the world post-snap. Which, yeah. Get in line, man.

“I just wanted to get lunch,” Julio sighed, glancing over at Daisy mournfully. “Can we just leave? I mean, somebody else will come along eventually. The X-Men love this shit! Weird villains are their thing.” Of course, he knew he wouldn't actually be able to leave. Growing up with the X-Men gave a guy a hell of a hero complex. Groaning, Julio held out a hand. “Rock paper scissors for who has to try the whole ‘talking him down’ method before we open the Earth and let his death tractor fall through?”

[oftorch]

@earthquakcgirl

They assigned him a therapist. They probably did it for a lot of dusted people, probably figured it was a necessity when you'd come back to a world that moved on without you, but Johnny was pretty sure they'd assigned him a therapist a lot quicker than anyone else. He was, for all intents and purposes, a sentient nuclear bomb who'd just gotten himself killed several times in quick succession. So, yeah. Therapy.

Maybe he should have actually tried going, but talking about his feelings sounded like absolute Hell and the local taco truck was having a lunch special. So, instead of going to his therapy appointment, he loaded up on greasy tacos and showed up at Daisy's with a grin. "Don't worry," he greeted, "I kept them warm. Though, really, you should be buying my lunch. I'm not very liquid right now, what with the dying and all, but it's chill. I can spring for tacos for my favorite ex-bed buddy!"