#not the way I imagined Daisy Edgar jones over me but I’ll take it

[queenimmadolla]

this is so fucking late to the game

but

when reader was slipping out of consciousness in theatre, she was convinced she saw the OG penny but never told eddie incase it upset him

hold on a second . . . anon, you may be on to something here. i like this.

Right before your eyelids flutter closed and the noise of the operating room sounds further and further away, you can see another figure hovering over your head across from Eddie. Can he see her, too? She’s not in any surgical clothes and there’s a glow to her, as though she’s framed by sunbeams rather than the harsh overhead light. Soft brown tresses fall past her shoulders, and you can almost feel the ends tickling your face. You know her, you’ve seen her. Visited her, though you’ve never met her; her face lives on in photos, such as the one tucked away in Eddie’s wallet. But her eyes, doe shaped, the warmest shade of chocolate brown and kind, so kind, you see see on a daily basis. They’re the eyes of the son her memory lives on through. It’s Eddie’s mother—it’s Penny.

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yes, i like this.

alternatively, Eddie’s mom threatening you in limbo to live and not leave her son and grandkids alone: