#haisy

[cringelordofchaos]

I REALLYYYYY hope season 2 isn't gonna be abt love triangles because right now I feel like it's very possible for it to happen (with jaisy and jailey and jia). Pleasee don't do this to me I just want hailia to make up and be friends again don't make them fight over Jake I BEG (same w haisy don't make Hailey dislike daisy or sumth pleše)

[deepdeanvsweston]

What thoughts do you have on the Daisy/Hazel ship? I remember being 10 years old and wanting them to get married, and I’ve never really shipped either with their canonical partners.

I used to love Daisy/Hazel so so so so so much!!! And yes I absolutely wanted them to get married too!

See I read the books out of order which definitely influenced how I viewed Daisy and Hazel. I think I read...MAM first??? Maybe ASOM? in which Hazel and Daisy both have character development and were closer than in the start so when I read MMU I knew they had it coming, rather than just being afraid that they were going to stay like they were in book 1 throughout the series.

And then I got Jolly Foul Play for Christmas and which sort of cemented my love for them at the time because what is gayer than getting furious at your best friend because she's contacting a boy and telling him about a thing you thought was a special secret thing between you two, despite the fact that you let the other girls in your dorm join in too? Also I seem to remember them holding hands a lot more in this book too, and then they did that little thing where they wrote their initials next to each other with sparklers??? Gay.

However then I read MMU a few times and realised they have like. a wack power imbalance. Daisy, who is white and also has a lot of power as an Honourable, is constantly putting Hazel down, which ofc doesn't bode well as she is A. Chinese and B. a new girl.

The power imbalance I'd argue gets better throughout the books, but like. It still started this way, and that's not a great foundation for a relationship. And even then, imo they want different things from specifically a romantic relationship. Hazel wants someone she know will be there to eat breakfast with her every morning and truthfully I think Daisy is an aromantic lesbian, and wants someone who is going to be supportive of all her wild ideas.

That being said: ship whoever tf you want forever and cheers for the ask anon

[aliferousdreamer]

here is my heath x daisy playlist 🌼💕

thanks to anyone who listens!! ♡♡♡

[sobeksewerrat]

Forgot to post this too

[butterflies-and-bling]

i raise you: blonde, fundamentally fucked up neurodivergent rich girl with family issues and her booksmart gf with a very strong moral code and slightly less obvious family issues

nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.

[y0urnewhyperfixation]

gacha yuri

oh and their bf. polyamory wins

[rosypenguins]

Daisy has some pretty cool ships🌼

(Sorry about the low image quality of the first image)

[darlingdivasworld]

I REPEAT THEYRE BACK! I REPEAT THEY FOUND THE PASSWORD! I REPEAT EXTENDED DANCES ARE BACK!!!!!🗣🗣🗣

[tmf-confessions]

confession #207

Haisy. Haisy is amazing.

[grumpycakes]

When you get nostalgia for Ayres and then have to draw Lorcan (and try and draw something romantic that looks terrible)

[destroyalovesu]

oltiin päiväkodin lasten kanssa retkellä, ja kun oltiin kävelemässä alikulkutunnelin läpi niin yksi lapsista sanoi kaihoisasti: "tuoksuu metro!" hyvät lukijat, tunnelissahan siis haisi vahvasti kusi

[aimseytv]

haisies aimsalicious tv would you be okay with me making designs using ur photography work? (full credit of course!!!) just wanted to ask because i know it’s not exactly the same as drawing ^_^

GO AHEAD

[hexxedstars]

za whaatt???

HELLO GOOBER! IT IS I KYU DAMBETTE!

ACK!!!!! KYU DAMBETTE.... THE TUMBLR COUSIN /ref

[wyattjohnston]

waiting to break - jack hughes

series: we don’t have no time to waste

summary: the tough conversations are the ones that bring you closer to together.

word count: 1,927

warnings: mentions of abortion, pregnancy fears, bulimia, zegras is also in this if that matters to you

Being back in Michigan always settled Daisy more than ever she recalled—it was the third summer in a row that school had ended, Jack’s season had ended and they touched down in Michigan all tension released from her shoulders.

The back porch became her favourite place quickly, the high afternoon sun warming her skin as she laid claim to a recliner that she wasn’t going to give up for anybody no matter how often the boys complained about her not sharing it around.

A major downside to the back porch was the horrible squeaking made by the sliding door whenever someone came out to talk to her—which, as much as she loved all the boys dearly, was far too often.

Trevor was the first to interrupt her, early one Monday morning, cringing as the door disturbed his attempt at subtlety and offering her a cup coffee.

“Hey, Haisy,” he greeted, using the nickname derived from her Instagram handle. He asked, cautiously, “You doing alright?”

“In what respect?”

“The—you know.”

Daisy’s lip twitched at his vagueness; it was the same way everyone asked her about it.

“The abortion? I’m fine, Trev,” she answered, her voice filled with nothing but honesty. “I have zero regrets about it.”

“Good,” Trevor said, nodding. He finally sat down on the recliner beside her instead of hovering. “Great. That’s—I’m really glad to hear that.”

As much as Trevor could talk, they sat in silence on the porch, staring out through the trees and the garden in front of them. The rest of the house was quiet, no sign of life from anyone else, and the lack of conversation wasn’t great for Daisy’s train of thought.

It was a train of thought that crept in every time she was left to think for any length of time, one that she’d not brought up to anybody else—one that she hadn’t wanted to bring up but it was eating away at her and Trevor felt like the best person to voice it to. Partly because he was there at that moment and partly because he would have the most insight into Jack’s brain.

“I do want to ask you something—tell you something?” she said, unable to make eye contact with him, even as she saw him turn his head in her periphery. “I think I need your advice.”

Trevor was laughing when he spoke, “My advice? I don’t think you’ve ever come to me for advice.”

Daisy drew her knees to her chest, her chin resting atop them.

“Jack and I… we haven’t…” she inhaled so deep her lungs hurt and then continued, all in one breath, “Trevor, I’m so scared of getting pregnant again that Jack and I haven’t had sex since March.”

“Oh,” Trevor said, no longer laughing. “Really? He didn’t tell me that. What do you need my advice for? I don’t really know how to help you with that.”

It wasn’t far off from what Daisy had been expecting if she was being totally truthful. It had her questioning her decision to talk to Trevor but only briefly before the words started to spill out of her mouth again, a faucet leak that could not be stopped once it started.

“What if he decides he’s had enough of waiting?” she asked rushed despite the whisper she was speaking in. “Like, I haven’t talked to him why and I’m really scared that he’s…” A lump grew in her throat, it was difficult to talk around. “Scared he’s going to leave me if I don’t soon.”

Trevor went silent for just long enough that Daisy had to look at him, moving her cheek to her knees and regretting it when she saw him staring distantly through the trees. She lifted her head just so that she could drink coffee, and followed it up with a long sigh, because maybe getting it out of her head hadn’t been the relief she’d wanted it to be.

The sigh kickstarted Trevor again, a little shake of his head just before he said, assuredly, “Jack’s not going to leave you.”

“Our entire relationship is sex—are we even Jack-and-Daisy if we don’t have sex?”

“Uh, yeah. If your relationship falls apart because you aren’t having sex then the rest of us have no hope in finding true love.” Trevor turned on the recliner, nudged her leg with his foot, and added, “You need to talk to him. I’m not the right person to fix this.”

Another sigh left Daisy before she rose to her feet and to the railing just so that she could lean over it and return some blood back to her brain. Trevor was beside her in an instant, his hand on her upper back in what she could only assume was meant to be comforting—it was really just putting her more on edge.

She straightened up, worried about the potential for anybody else to see them through the door and ask what was going on.

With a tight jaw, she said, “I don’t know how to talk to him about it because I don’t know when I’ll be ready—if I’ll be ready. I can’t risk that again.”

“He’s not leaving you, Daisy. He hasn’t even talked to me about it—the not having sex thing. Definitely no mentions of breaking up with you. You’re a couple of nymphos, sure, but your relationship is more than that.”

“He’s my best friend,” she said with a trembling bottom lip. Trevor was quick to wrap his arms around her, and Daisy held her breath to try and stem the tears. She managed to squeak out, “I’m so scared that if I bring it up it’ll ruin everything.”

He pulled back, sure and clear when he said, “I’ll bring it up with him. You have to have the convo with him, but I can at least get him to start it.” There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, and Daisy waited out the strained look on his face until he added, “You know that the talk is about the pregnancy thing and not just sex, right?”

Her eye roll was affectionate. “Yeah, Trev. Thank you.”

Daisy had no timeframe for whenever Trevor was going to bring anything up with Jack and no desire to rush the eventuality. It had been a painfully long twenty-four hours of playing up the severity of her cramps, just enough to give her an excuse to lay in bed and be grumpy.

Jack came into check on her again when she didn’t make an appearance for dinner, offering to get her whatever she wanted to eat only to be met with a shake of her head because the cramps really were taking their toll. He frowned at her, his eyebrows pulling together so tight it looked painful.

Daisy wished she hadn’t kicked off the covers when she started overheating because she wanted to pull them up around her neck and hide from the concern he was exuding.

He shuffled his feet, his hands wringing uncomfortably in front of him, and said, finally, “I had a chat with Z today.”

Unhindered by any sheets, Daisy launched into a seated position before she had even registered the panic running through her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, hastily and perhaps a little too loudly.

Jack flinched at the unexpected reaction, asking just as quickly and just as loudly, “For what? Why?”

“For not fucking you, for talking to Trev, for not talking to you, for getting pregnant in the first place.” Daisy huffed. “I don’t know.”

“None of those need an apology—especially not getting pregnant, Daisy. That was as much my fault. More, probably. It’s my dick I forgot to wrap up. And I know you’re going to talk about the pill, but you’ve got so much going on. I don’t know how you remember to breathe.”

Daisy laughed a little, most of it getting caught in a hiccough. A small smile formed on Jack’s face, though it wasn’t very convincing. She reached out to him, summoning him towards the bed. As much as she wasn’t wanting to have the conversation, she never gave up any opportunity to be close to him.

He joined her in only a few steps, kneeling beside her on the mattress. She shuffled over just enough to let him sit down properly, and fell into his open arms and he laid them down.

“Did you notice that we aren’t having sex?” she asked meekly, find it easier to talk when she wasn’t looking directly at the concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I did.”

“You didn’t say anything.”

“We still did other stuff,” Jack said, as it it was painfully obvious, “and I kind of figured you’d talk to me when you were ready. I mostly thought it was school and work stressing you out, but. I probably should have worked out it wasn’t when the semester finished.”

“It’s not a dealbreaker for you?”

“No? I like having sex and I would like to have it with you again—but I need you to want to and I need you to enjoy it and that’s clearly not happening. The other stuff was that—”

“Yeah, Jack, giving you head isn’t going to get me pregnant.”

Jack’s chest shifted, as he exhaled a reluctant laugh. His arms tightened around her just before he moved them around so that they were face to face. She sighed at him, the concern not having left his face—she wasn’t sure she’d been expecting it to be gone but her own fear had lessened so she expected him to be doing at least a little better.

He clearly wasn’t, though, when the concern morphed into something more pained and hesitant. Daisy poked his chest, her own brows pulling together, to get him to say whatever it was that was still on his mind.

“Do you think maybe you might go back and see a psychologist?” He asked. Daisy’s breath hitched. “Because we made one mistake and didn’t use a condom, and we can and will keep using them and the chances of you getting pregnant again are really slim, right? We’ve been fucking since we were seventeen and this is the only time.”

Worried, the fear she thought had lessened creeping right back into her bones, Daisy asked, “You think I’m crazy?”

Jack chose his words carefully, slowly saying, “I think you’re afraid of something we can avoid. I also noticed that your eating is getting a bit erratic again and I’m worried that the bulimia’s going to come back.”

“I haven’t been purging,” she defended herself instantly.

“The binging, though?”

She looked away, staring at the painting on the wall behind Jack’s head for the first time since they’d put it in the room. Lying about it would be simple, something she was well versed in even though it had been years since she’d had to.

It wasn’t worth it, that much she knew.

So she admitted, still avoiding his gaze, “Little bit. I think if I’d stayed pregnant it would have been a problem. That’s part of the reason I can’t risk getting pregnant again.”

Jack, unbothered by her not lack of eye contact, pulled her closer until his arms were wrapped around her and she was burying her face in his neck. An apology was quick to leave his mouth, for not asking her when he noticed things changing, for expecting her to talk to him, for making her feel like she couldn’t.

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[deepdeanvsweston]

sooo in your mmu shipping chart you said you liked hazel x george as a ship and..

SO DO I??

when i was first reading the mmu series ( mam in particular ) i remember thinking how hazel x george could be a thing and being kind of disappointed that they werent ( still love halexander tho )

and i have some ✨q u e s t i o n s✨ :

when did you start shipping them?

favourite ship-worthy moment?

any other random info you have - i have to know!!

Hi!!! Hello!!! That is so cool @detectivesocietyfan!!! You will not believe how relieved I am to hear about another Hazel/George shipper!!! Lavinia/Daisy has been called weird before so I thought I was possibly going to get ripped to shreds for this ship 😭😭😭

I'm afraid I can't remember when I started shipping them but I do know why I do!!! I've never really enjoyed Halexander as a ship, I personally didn't like how nervous she was around him. Ik you do tend to get nervous with a crush, but it seemed to turn to anxiety at some points, and like she couldn't quite be herself with him. And also I didn't like that bit at the end of MAM where he was like "Hazel we're just mates right it's not Like That" because even if Hazel didn't like him, I don't like how Alex was trying to convince himself of his feelings by involving others? Idk how to explain it better, but I hope that makes sense!

(Also because of that moment I hc Alex as aromantic! To me, he seems very panicky at the prospect and I know it's intended to be about him not being able to admit his feelings, but my 'alex is aro' ship had already sailed at this point)

I was once upon a time a Haisy shipper, but imo they wanted different things from specifically a romantic relationship (those 2 are QPR to the max though!!!)

My favourite ship-worthy moment is also why I started shipping them! (Pretty much all of my favourite ships are made up of the smallest blink and you miss it moments). I'm afraid I don't have the book on me but in The Case Of The Missing Treasure there's a moment where they're solving codes together and Daisy (as the narrator) says something along the lines of 'they glowed happily at each other' like HELLO? DAISY WELLS said they GLOWED. This pretty much cemented it for me.

Any other info I have is that George is ABSOLUTELY a romantic. He writes the love letters, he buys the flowers, he is a True Gentleman and you cannot change my mind!!! And Hazel DESERVES this. She just seems a lot more confident around George. (and I ofc realise that what you are meant to draw from this is Alex is the butterflies in the stomach one and not George, but idc!!!)

and HOW can I forget "Who am I showing off to? Hazel's cleverer than I am." (Do excuse if I've got the line slightly wrong!!!)

Also just them in The Body In The Blitz 🥹🥹🥹

This turned into an essay but that's ok!!! I love Hazel/George!!! If you ever wanted to talk more, you are absolutely welcome to dm me!!! I'd love to know your favourite ship-worthy moment of them!!!