#quakiing

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aubburn: she forced me to make this my first post but i don’t even care anymore bc look at this duck. this cute little duck. this gorgeous little duck. #amentorduck #akabestmentor #whatishashtagging @quakiing

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@quakiing

    she can’t recall the last time she’d been on a date --- an actual date, not a three-shot in of tart whiskey and an evening with accidental scalded fingernails across one’s skin --- particularly since the whole secret warriors recruitment bustle. but she’s glad, now, that they’re beginning to  give more permittance to roam out of the base. and! what better way to spend her first legit outing than with, uh, this? with daisy next to her and a sloppy bouquet of flowers hidden behind and a quaint little gig and an over-sized coat intended to shield them from possible rain even though it’s a hot as fuck eve. aubrey’s a chaos but she’s trying, lord does she try, to not stumble upon every word and object. “i think it’s startin’, c’mon.” she offers a hand, her grin trembles along the soft music when she thrusts the bouquet. “i-uh also. fuck. here. sorry, a bit o’ a mess but i. figured you’d like ‘em, or nah. or---yeah, let’s go inside. you beautiful?---i mean, excited! of course you look beautiful, but are. you excited? ” 

[avengconfess]

ft. @conflagrcte  , @quakiing 

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                                                                        {  agent flower mcutie }

 * YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG - AC/DC

how often do they text: not really as often as she texts dr-agent-simmons suprisingly—maybe not so surprisingly—mainly because they spend more time meeting each other face to face. but when daisy’s out for an assignment, aubrey makes sure to keep her updated with everything, or at night, when it’s clear that both of them are having troubles with sleep. ( which occurs to daisy a lot, aubrey’s learned, and she’s made a promise to herself to stay up late and send more drowsy messages just to make her feel less alone. )

what do they text about:it was mostly aubrey’s progress during the cocoon training at first ; they’re more comfortable now, aubrey texts her random stories about childhood and texas and videogames and offers for a sneaky hang-out, and daisy texts her memes and encouragement after seeing her almost plop down entirely from a practice. ( there are pick up lines, too, a little teasing here and there that makes aubrey steam and daisy smile—or at least she thinks, she hopes. ) when it’s getting more late in the evening, aubrey’s texts become more sloppy and they usually end with a vague, but sincere “thank you.”

last few texts: { agent flower mcutie: } on the scale of one to asgardians how busy are you 2nite?{ agent flower mcutie: } there’s this small gig. this dudebro landon pigg or something { agent flower mcutie: } nice little joint, super great food. you wanna check that out?{ agent flower mcutie: } there’s an arcade close to that too but y’know.{ agent flower mcutie: } p sure itd just end up with me kicking your badonkadonk

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@quakiing

Lincoln had been trying to get to sleep for the past couple of hours. It was just gone midnight when he decided that the constant tossing and turning wasn’t getting him anywhere. He couldn’t shut his mind off, he needed to get out and clear it. The only problem being, he didn’t really want to go out alone. Not because he didn’t like being alone, it was just that he didn’t want to be out getting lost in his thoughts and end up sat in a bar because he had nothing better to do. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened. So he decided to text one of the few people he could trust that might still be up at this time of night. And when Daisy texted back and agreed to meet him, a smile settled on his lips while he pulled on some shoes and a jacket to go meet her. 

She was already there waiting for him when he showed up. “Thanks for coming... I didn’t wake you, did I?”

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   what joggles through her veins is pure fear ; buffeting, lacerates through bulwarks that’ve been constructed for years beneath soggy jokes and smiles. gone for now, mashed by her fuck-up and all she’s got now is a horde of ancient fragments, days where her back was nothing but a nail to the lockers. poor little punching bag who tried to fight back. poor little failure. aubrey corners herself farther against the closet’s walls, feels the lump in her throat jostle up at the sound of footsteps. her arm’s quick to shroud her face as the door opens, and she chokes out, almost incoherently. “i’m sorry.” it’s a heave now, and the temperature ticks up a tad. “i didn’t. didn’t mean ta’ hurt anyone. i’m so fuckin’ sorry. please. please, jus’ leave me alone.”

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[ text ; human vibrator. ] daisy. daisy i fucked up. daisy i-[ text ; human vibrator. ] saw my dad in my sleep and i woke up and there was fire everywhere and i hurt someone i cant remember his name[ text ; human vibrator. ] i fucked up daisy i fucked up[ text ; human vibrator. ] i’m. hiding right now. someone’s closet. it’s so dark but i don’t want them to find me i don’t wanna hurt em[ text ; human vibrator. ] i’m so sorry i’m so fucking sorry i didn’t mean to do it i’m so sorry [ text ; human vibrator. ] i’m just gonna be here for the rest of the night[ text ; human vibrator. ] i’m sorry if i’m disappointing you. i tried. i promise you i tried.