eliossun

[eliossun]

LAST SHOT - altruism

synopsis : interning at a random ship in space sounds like a great idea for your paper. don't you think? part -> 3 | other chapters -> 1 2 ?

characters : anya, swansea, daisuke, curly, jimmy, gn!reader (daisuke x reader implied)

content : trigger warning for implied death, rape, short mentions of religious themes. violent scene in one of the latter part, and of course, tw jimmy

wc : 3.1k+

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- today, you find that your body feels warmer than usual.

- .. and a bit heavier as well? 

- did you accidentally get sick last night?

- as you sit up in your spot in the corridor, memories of last night immediately flood your brain, and you groggily sigh. awfully early to remember.. all of that.

- taking a look at your current surroundings and yourself, you realize there’s an extra blanket lying on top of you. other than that, everything.. looks the same. you’re still in the spot as last night.

- you sag in relief. you’re safe. 

- despite knowing that you couldn’t have been hurt by jimmy without the others not finding out, it still frightens you.

- and to think that curly is more afraid of hurting jimmy’s feelings than what that man could possibly do to others.

- that’s funny. 

- instead of staying on that thought any longer, your eyes peer back, peeking at anya’s door. it’s still closed, and it sounds like anya’s still sound asleep. 

- oh well. you don’t mind waiting for her..

- for now, you’ll fold the extra blanket. it’s the standard blanket the company gives you. one for each room - but you’re unsure if they gave the ship any extras.

- you wonder who gave you this in the first place. 

- you suspect it’s anya, daisuke, swansea, or curly - in that exact order. jimmy would’ve placed it above your head to suffocate you, but who knows.

- you’re only left with a troubling question.

- .. how are you going to return this?

- everyone.. looks like they’re dead. 

- anya woke up roughly an hour later than she used to wake - which is good. 

- but once you saw her puffy eyes, you could only offer her a hug. she allows it.

- curly looks even more tired than before, eye bags under his eyes only heavier. and along with that, jimmy is nowhere to be found.

- they’re mindlessly doing their basic needs - either stuck in their own thoughts, or too somber to think in the first place.

- well, aside from daisuke. 

- he’s still enjoying the cake, although he looks a bit awkward. you could see the way he’s restraining his smile after reading the room. 

- you try to enjoy the cake as well. it’s not the best, but cake is cake. you only realised how much you miss eating baked goods. 

- another thing to miss, you suppose..

- swansea also wakes up later than usual. 

- he walks in the lounge, and immediately, you could tell that he very much needs a glass of whatever’s most potent in that very room.

- that’s how the last can of coffee was finished. you feel sort of bad for the old man.. and whoever else drinks coffee on this ship.

- he sits on the sofa instead of the dining table, which means.. he has no access to the cake.

- you look at daisuke - who's already looking at you.

leaning slightly in his direction, you whisper under your breath,

“.. do you want to get him a slice?”

he looks at you excitedly, his smile growing once more, unrestricted.

“yeeahh!!!”

okay. maybe a bit too unrestricted. you draw the attention of anya and curly by accident, and you only smile at them apologetically. daisuke follows, chuckling guilty.

your eyes draw back at the male beside you, and your eyes catch on one single detail. at the end of his lips, there’s pink cream. 

your fingers twitch at the sight.

before you knew it, you were wiping the excess cream at the edge of his mouth. it only smears it worse. 

flickering your vision from his lips, to his eyes - you realize that he’s been staring at you wide-eyed, lips slightly parted. he looks.. dazed. you also realize how sudden your action was, and you send him an apologetic stare, before looking back at his lips.

“you got something there. sorry.”

wiping it for a final time, the cream is finally off his face. thank god. it would’ve drove you insane..

“ah- it’s alright!”

nodding at him, you take one of the two plates on the table - the table set up by yours truly - and begin cutting out two pieces of cake. the male beside you has already gotten up, ready to go.

you dully note that his voice sounds more high pitched than usual. 

.. maybe he has a cold? you’ll have to check later.

- swansea looks at the two of you, coffee in his hand, his body hunched and arms supporting his position. 

- his eyebrows are furrowed ever since the start of your interaction, and his eyes flicker between daisuke and you. he greets the both of you with a grumble.

- you only nod along as daisuke gives him the piece of cake with the spoon in hand.

- he looks at the piece of cake, before sighing, and placing his can of coffee on the sofa.

- after he takes the cake in his hand, you hear him talk for the first time in the morning.

- “just return the blanket after you wash it.”

- you let a brief moment of surprise appear on your face. 

- so, it was swansea..

- giving him an appreciative nod, you offer him a small thank you, and he brushes it off as he eats the first piece of cake. 

- daisuke looks between the two of you, confused.

- “what? what happened?”

- you briefly look at swansea. he looks like he’s saying, “do whatever you want kid.”

- so you do. 

- you give daisuke a sly look, and press a finger on your lips, a smile on your face. 

- daisuke gasps, and begins to whine more for an explanation. swansea laughs at him, and that.. was the start of your day.

- everything is going smoothly, so far.

- jimmy finally comes out of his room, and he surely had breakfast - judging by the dirty plate by the sink. 

- swansea and daisuke continue to the utility room as usual. swansea seemed a bit tense, but it wasn’t as bad as this morning.

- on the other hand, curly sends you a thankful nod as he exits the lounge area, and you send him a huff in exchange. 

- you’re pretty sure you’re just bitter at jimmy at this point. there’s no need to put the blame on curly for his current actions. but.. oh well.

- can’t you be petty, once in a while?

- your shifts goes by as usual. you check medical stock with anya, but this time, she looks more spaced out than usual.

- anya’s silent for the first half of the time with you, and the rest, her exterior slowly starts to unravel, as soon as you asked her if you could help her with anything.

- you listen to her troubles while rubbing her back. 

- financially, this isn’t good news. she already spent a huge chunk of her life trying to get into nursing school, and this job could be used as proof of her expertise. but it isn’t enough. 

- you promised that you’ll help to the best of your abilities once you get back home, even if it meant moving closer to her apartment. you were planning to move during your masters, anyway..

- she laughs at the lengths you’d go to, saying that she wouldn’t hold you to it.

- you only sigh softly, giving her a final hug.

- you’ll find a way. somehow. and you will help her.

- the rest of the shift goes swimmingly, anya looks a bit better after talking about her problems.

- and now, it’s nearly the end of your shift. 

- you think you’re going insane. you swear you’re hearing a small noise speaking in your ear.

- .. and it awfully sounds like daisuke. 

- you’re really going insane today. further squinting at the label of the medicine in your hand, you only look back when anya taps your shoulder.

- …to see the man himself, peeking into the medical bay. 

- you sigh at the sudden appearance, and anya sends you a teasing smile.

- this wouldn’t be the first time he has visited you. but what would be different is the look that anya is sending you right now. you send her a confused stare back.

as soon as your gaze connects with daisuke’s, you watch as his entire face light up. lips stretching into a smile, his eyes crinkling, the shine in his eyes getting brighter - the whole deal.

and you feel … relief.

“hey! ..wanna see something?”

you realize quickly why you’re so relieved to see him.

the excitement he displayed. you haven’t seen it on anyone all day. not even close. 

you could feel your gaze soften at the sight of him.

“..depends. am i done with my shift?”

your tone comes off as teasing, as intended. however, it was also to remind him that you were in the middle of something.

he seems to get the memo, and sends you a sorry smile.

“well..”

today, his request is a bit different. on most occasions when he did visit you, he only hung around the clinic, allowing you to do work as he chats, sometimes you or anya chiming into his conversation. 

putting back the medicine back on the shelf, you were about to hand over the final report to anya and start organizing alongside her. it’s quite a bit to do, but you don’t mind.

after all.. you’re meant to help her, right?

“actually, y/n’s done!”

your eyes immediately snap towards anya’s direction.

“oh, thanks anya! let’s go, y/n! i got something real cool to show you!”

..and then towards daisuke, who's already headed off outside to wait for you.

you send anya a look, placing your clipboard down on her desk.

“really?”

instead of a response, she sends you a teasing grin, and leans into her hand. 

“hehe.”

now she’s laughing at your confusion. you send her a final look of defeat.

- turns out, daisuke was trying to show you a new trick he learnt from swansea. 

- a funny little thing he could do with the tools. shifting it certain ways can make a familiar melody.

- you realize it’s the same one you had on your mp3.

- looking back at him, you see now that he’s nervously waiting for your reaction.

- you smile, patting his head right after. 

- he’s quite talented with little things like these. you pointed it out, and he only brushes them off. a bad habit he has, one you’ve observed since the first day you got into the tulpar.

- you wonder if it’s plausible to fix that trait before you all go back to earth.

- anya informed you that it would be unlikely for her to sleep well this night.

- rightfully so, you would say - but she continues, saying that she might take a walk in the ship at night.

- you blink at her, confused on what she would be insinuating. 

- she softly smiles at your confusion.

“you can sleep in your room tonight.”

a brief look of concern flashes on your face.

“are you sure?”

she nods at your words, smiling further at your demeanor.

“stop worrying. you might get more wrinkles than me at this point.”

sending her a small look of disdain, she only continues to smile at you - telling you not to worry. it’s not a good night to leave her alone. but when she looks at you like that, it’s hard to refuse. 

you continue to look at her, before looking back at the dining table. jimmy’s seat is empty, perhaps unwilling to come, or late. it’d be better if he didn’t come. another pang of worry resonates in you, and you send anya a signal to follow you.

that night, you give anya your taser. 

you really hope she doesn’t face a situation where she has to use it.

- when you finally retire from the lounge area, you’re a bit surprised to how foreign your own room looks. 

- you visit this place every morning and night, sure. but it’s just to check on your things.

- the cushion is hard, you note. harder than the ones in the sofa, at the very least. 

- it’s hard to say if they’re an upgrade from your usual place in front of anya’s room.

- it would also be the first time you use your pillow as an actual pillow, as you used to hug it instead.

- the air is warmer here. it’s safer to rest without a blanket.

- despite all these.. luxuries, you can’t say that you feel better.

- it’s annoying; how you’ve come to worry so much on your trip here.

- you worry about everything. you worry about swansea’s condition, about daisuke’s homesickness, how curly’s holding up - and how anya’s going to avoid jimmy. you worry about what tomorrow will bring. 

- this peace you tried to uphold feels like it’s one second away from ruin. 

- you barely get any sleep that night. 

- you’re unsure why your body alarm didn’t wake you up that morning.

- perhaps due to the fact you barely slept at night, but you woke up to a knock at your door.

- you see the same woman that has taught you everything you had to know about the ship, crying behind that same door.

- she kept on hiccuping as you brought her in. you try your best to comfort her, and her words are broken as her hiccups continue to disturb each syllable. you wait for her to finish her sentences.

- that’s when you realized that it had to do with jimmy. the man anya was talking about was jimmy.

- she mentions curly’s name - and how he refused to help her even when she told him.

- you should’ve expected that much from him. 

- the sound of your deep breaths were overtaking the sniffles in that room. you were starting to see red.

- what happened next was a blur. you remember reaching into your bag - and calling over daisuke to watch over anya.

“wait- where are you going?”

you look back over your shoulders, eyes sharp on him. 

the darkness of the room shadowed what could be seen of your facial features, only your eyes managed to catch the light that trickled from the hallway. they seemed like they were glowing.

“to hell.”

you were never a slow walker. 

your steps are steadfast; quick, unwavering, that’s how you are often described to be. never to look back, never to regret. blunt, unsociable, and reclused. this was your way to be one step in front of everyone else. to be great, one must follow a path of loneliness.

you were never a slow walker. you never let anyone else influence your path.

but one day, you decided to slow down for someone. 

they looked at you with care. with more than you had in your body, more than what you could’ve ever wished for. they guided you, they taught you with patience you’ve never imagined of possessing. 

then another came along; smile bright as sunshine, the source of warmth in a cold day. 

all of a sudden, you walked at the pace of the sun and moon. 

everyday felt different, different from the monotone you lived before. light slowly seeped into your life, and you allowed it. for once, in your life, you felt like there was something that was guiding you through this fog.

you were never a slow walker. today will be no different.

the hallway echoes with every step you take, and each step brings you closer and closer towards the cockpit.

you never thought you would actually need to utilize your gun. at one point, you thought you were just being overly careful - but it seems like they were right all along. trust no one, and that’s how you’ll prevail.

you insert the magazine into the slot of your gun, and as soon as you heard the confirming click, you pull back on the slide. it snaps back into place. 

if there’s a god in space, you pray that today will be an exception to your sins today. 

the sound behind the door only confirms his location, and you knock the door open with your foot. you catch him in the middle of something; he’s holding a key - the same one you’ve only seen curly hold before. 

he says something. you only hear muffled out voices.

grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you slam him towards the metal ground of the spaceship. your foot finds it place on his throat, and his hands immediately try to pull it off. he immediately stops once he sees the metal weapon in your hand.

you press the barrel to his forehead. your aim was never the best, after all. this isn’t the time to miss.

he screams out for something. you step harder on his throat. he chokes at the pressure.

your finger finds it’s place on the trigger, and you watch as he struggles in your hold.

the blaring green light from the ship is your only witness to this.

may god forgive you. 

“autopilot complete, threat navigated-”

he barges into the room, and anya’s head snaps towards him in shock. she immediately relaxes at the sight of him, and sighs. captain doesn’t have time to even look back at him, now limp at the pilot’s chair, his hand over his face.

“how- how are they?”

daisuke’s voice sounds more choppy than usual. maybe due to the running, or maybe it’s because of the view he’s presented.

you were knocked out beside jimmy. 

“they’re both okay.”

the ravennete’s response nearly made him collapse.

just a view moments ago, the ship had jolted. just a few minutes after you left the room, and as any person would when they encounter an anomaly, they would find the person who could be consulted about said problem. 

that’s how captain curly rushed into the cockpit, only to see you and jimmy knocked out on the floor of the cockpit. the next thing that caught the attention of the blonde was the gun on the floor.

it doesn’t take long to put two and two together.

so he called over anya, who told daisuke to call over swansea.

as anya observed more, she could slowly piece together the scene that happened.

jimmy’s forehead had a mark on it - evidence of a barrel shoved down on it with enough force to leave red marks. no bleeding happened, but his throat looks particularly bruised. it sported patterns reminiscent of what you’d see on the bottom of someone’s shoes.

you, on the other hand, seemed completely untouched. the only sign of harm on you was the bruises on your ankle, and the bruise on your head, presumably from bumping into the chair’s headrest as the ship jolted.

as swansea peeks into the cockpit, screen now blinking green again after red, sighs heavily.

“..’fuck happened ‘ere.”

hi!! welcome to the end notes. thank you so much for supporting this work, and i loved reading your comments for this work!!!

unfortunately, this would be the final (official) part of "LAST SHOT". i originally wanted to keep this chapter with an open end (no clue whether you or jimmy made it out alive), but it felt lackluster so.. the reason i had to end the fic here is, 1. i won't be able to write the atmosphere of the fic onwards in the way i wanted to, and 2. i realized i have very much drifted from my original purpose of writing daisuke x reader fics. i didn't want to leave this fic while we were still in part 2 either so..

but. this doesn't mean i'm opposed to asks about this au! i wouldn't mind writing bits and pieces of scenarios of reader with any character!!! although they won't be as long as the fics, i welcome anything you'd like to see!!

once again, thank you so much for supporting me! please look forward to my future works! have a great day!!

sun & moon dividers by : @/saradika cockpit visuals from mouthwashing

[eliossun]

Hi good morning or afternoon I have an imagine idea!

I was thinking of how the pre crash crew (maybe after the crash if you want) would react to a very bubbly reader, like they try to keep up the crews spirits and what not though out the trip. But they often wear pjs or very comfortable clothes since they literally don’t have to much. 😅 hope that made sense sorry.

⟬MOUTHWASHING X GN!READER⟭

SUMMARY : being the bubbly person amongst the crew

WARNINGS : jiggleballs. A bit ooc, characters thoughts on you at the end.

WORD COUNT : 1,039

A/n : sorry if it feels rushed, dw it makes sense!

Click "Keep reading" for more!☟

- being on space was the last thing to cross your mind, but seeing how you had no job and no money, you applied for pony express.

- you were nervous to say the least, who wouldn't be? After all you'll be in the middle of nowhere.

- just take a deep breath and don't think too much about it.

- and you're on the ship now.

- time goes fast huh?

- now being on the ship, surrounded by your crew, you had to admit, you felt awkward, especially when it came to starting conversations, so you kept to yourself, only speaking when someone spoke to you.

- few weeks passed and you grew comfortable.

- soon enough, you began to open up to your crew.

- they all hadn't expected you to be that bubbly and happy, but whatever.

- whenever you're done with your job, you'd hop your way to your crew to help them.

- Anya needs help organizing the cabinets? On it!

- Swansea needs help holding the flash light? Your dad screamed at you enough times to know what to do!

- oh Daisuke's struggling? You're next to him guiding him through everything!

- Curly is in the mood for coffee? You're bringing him some biscuits to snack on while sipping his hot beverage.

- Jimmy wants you to shut up? Well that hurt but ok!

- for some reason, you loved giving candy to everyone, the candy you managed to sneak into the ship.

- oh Anya bandaged your cuts? Have some candy!

- Swansea fixed the air ventilation? Have a treat!

- Daisuke? He didn't do a thing but he deserves something sweet!

- Curly? He's the captain so he's sure tired after a long day! He deserves something to enjoy!

- Jimmy? He's co-pilot so he should get a treat too!(he snatched it without saying a thank you, rude >:{)

- the crew did notice how comfortable you were around them.

- Anya had once saw you walking around with your cat-patterned pj pants, your excuse was that it was "too comfortable to take off", she found it amusing.

- speaking of which, you wore your pjs almost the entire time.

- you didn't have much to pack anyway, so you packed your sleeping clothes more than your usual fits.

- sometimes pj pants and your work shirt, or your jumpsuit and some pjs underneath.

- at least you were comfortable on your job.

- you were a janitor, cleaning the ship, but there wasn't much to clean so you're left with free time.

- one time you had too much free time, so you looked through your belongings and found yarn.

- and you thought it was a good idea to make miniature dolls of everyone, and you did, hope they like it.

- time to gift the crew!

- Anya found it adorable, placing it on her desk and using it as a pen holder.

- Daisuke was happy to see a miniature version of himself, he stuffed it in his pants pocket and started carrying it almost everywhere.

- Swansea had no reaction, just a usual gruff expression painting his face, but you did find the doll sitting on one of his shelves, so you took it as a sign that he liked it.

- Curly, he really liked it, but he didn't know where to place it, so he kept it in his locker.

- you had no idea where or what Jimmy had done to his miniself, you just hoped he accepted the gift.

- things can't go wrong can it?

- well sucks to suck, ya jinxed it.

- the ship had crashed.

- and poor Curly, he was in a devastating condition.

- you almost broke character when you saw him like that.

- regardless of his new, grossing for some appearance, you still treated him the same.

- Anya found you in the medical room every noon, either helping Curly take his painkillers, or replacing his old bloodied bandages with new ones, or simply telling him about your day and how it went.

- it was bizarre how your personality never change after the crash.

- despite everything, you tried your best to lift up everyone's mood, even when you ran out of candy, you were handing your crew paper stars for their hardwork, in hopes of making them feel better.

- now with the ship foamed up, the places to clean up were limited, meaning you won't be doing as much as before.

- and you took that as an opportunity to help out everyone.

- especially Jimmy, you tried your best to get on his good side, for the sake of everyone.

- after all, you were the reason the crew hadn't gone insane yet.

CURLY

- you are kind and charming.

- your personality is fit to be vet, kind, thoughtful and empathetic.

- he found it adorable whenever you'd hand him or the crew some candy as a "reward".

- he felt a lot better having you around.

- especially after the crash.

- even if he was in so much pain, having you around made him feel a lot better.

- if he could, he would've smiled at you when you brought his miniself and placed it next to him on his medical bed.

ANYA

- you are like a younger sibling to her.

- always coming to her office to show her things you've made or just to talk about your day in general.

- she felt a lot safer around you, especially whenever you slept over at her room as it warded off someone..

- after all, you were like the friend she never knew she needed.

SWANSEA

- he considers you his kid.

- the way you act reminds him of his daughters.

- he did enjoy your banter, he just didn't like showing it.

- he was grateful for having you around, otherwise he would've lost his temper every now and then.

DAISUKE

- besties.

- he thought of you as his homie.

- the way you'd let him talk for hours about his interests made him like you.

- he'd spent sometime on his gameboy while you lay your head on his shoulder and watch.

- he's grateful you're there, you were his cuddle buddy.

JIMMY

- your kindness is sickening.

- you're so kind it makes him feel nauseous.

- how could someone be so bubbly and kind?

- it throws him off whenever you gift him something or offer to help him.

- he doesn't really know how he feels about you.

[eliossun]

LAST SHOT - ego death

synopsis : interning at a random ship in space sounds like a great idea for your paper. don't you think? part -> 2 | other chapters -> 1 3 ?

characters : anya, swansea, daisuke, curly, jimmy, gn!reader (daisuke x reader implied)

content : continuation of part 1! i suggest you to read part 1 first, but if you're insistent, you can read this as a stand alone! descriptions of panicking, minor character death, the birthday party (pre crash), and . jimmy. ew

wc : 4.6k+

before you read, reader is : cold, non expressive, and the worst crime of all, a psychology major...

i tried to stick to canon interpretation as much as possible, but i put in some hcs about anya's background ^^; it's only mentioned in one part of this story, but if that bothers you, you can skip! it's not that imp in this chapter !!

- today, you weren’t woken up by your body alarm.

- normally, you would wake up earlier than everyone else, and by the time you folded your ‘bed’ properly by the door, anya’s also awake. that’s how you get to greet each other first at the start of every day. (which daisuke tries to do, but you could tell that he’s going to ignore his alarm for the first few minutes .. as usual.)

- instead, footsteps wake you up. 

- they get closer, and closer, and -

“why the fuck are you sleeping in the hallways again?”

your eyes blink open, slowly. it’s been a few hours after curfew. even with that much sleep in your system - not an ounce of sleep seeped into your body, actually - you manage to seem completely awake at the voice; like you were expecting it.

because you were. you’re surprised it took this long for him to approach you.

peering up at the figure, you find your co-pilot standing before you, looming.

“you have a bed, don’t you? why don’t you use it?”

it’s a valid question. but you can’t just say that he was the reason directly, right? no, he would throw a tantrum. you’re not afraid of what will happen to you - you’re an intern, after all. but the fate of possibly being stuck with an angry manchild for the next few months was in your hands. 

so for now, you hold his glare. 

“was i bothering you?”

if your tone was too sharp, you could just excuse it for the ‘sleepiness’. 

he seems to get that you wouldn’t falter that easily. if he answered anything remote to a yes or a no - he knows that you would just push further.

“you’re going to make more work for anya.” 

so , he diverts the conversation. 

it’s a smart tactic, and you would enjoy conversations like these with your friends. but this man before you is not a friend; you hold nothing but wariness for him. he’s trying to get a reaction out of you, and you’re not going to provide that.

“i think i can take care of myself well enough.”

you look at him, up - then down after you say those words. 

‘unlike you.’

his scowl only got worse, and by now, you’re already all cozied up, and ready to fall back asleep - even if it was only for show. you take a last peek at him, before ending the conversation.

“night.”

after a few moments, you can hear his footsteps getting further away, and you inwardly sigh.

you don’t dream that night. 

but you fall asleep with a smile on your face, and to you, that’s good enough.

- after that little confrontation of yours, jimmy has not held back in his hostility against you.

- instead of bringing down people in your presence, he had opted to bring you down as well during your psych tests.

- you don’t respond, and maintain your usual attitude when it comes to processing his psych tests.

- however, around others, he simply stares daggers into you. there is no bark; nor bite.

- he’s not scared of what others might do once they know - just.. mildly unconvinced - or so he thinks. that’s your hypothesis.

- because, what would the crew do if they knew that one of their members was being bullied only because they were resting unusually, bothering no one, and doing no harm?

- you hold it above his head every single moment; wordlessly.

- and you both know it.

- you win for the moment. but you’ll still have to watch out for him.

- nowadays, your routine.. has changed a bit. 

- unlike before, you’d wake up an hour earlier than the crew, fold your blankets, place them in the room, and then check on your supplies. 

- the bag filled with airtight seal snacks, still very abundant due to your careful rationing, check.

-your already half-filled journal, filled with months worth of research and journaling, check.

- your thrifted power banks (they are a bit more drained than you expected), check.

- your ds with additional stickers on it (mainly from daisuke, but you managed to get one from swansea. it’s a warning label for one of his tools..), check

- your taser and gun (never used, and hidden for safety), check..

- and your emotional support mp3. 

- you stare at this particular item often.

- it contained the ambiance that came from your favourite part of town. your local cafe, the buzz of the aircon in your apartment, the library, and the rain. and not to mention, your favourite books. it’s perfect.

- now to think of it, you really do miss the rain. 

- the closest you got to rain here was.. the showers. pretty sad.

- after doing your item checkup, you head towards the lounge with anya right after you’ve showered.

- the communal shower is more private now, thanks to you placing an occupied and not occupied sign - right on the small window on the bathroom door. (why was that there, anyway?)

- you both eat breakfast; then either relax there, or you’d immediately go to the medical bay. sometimes, if you had time, you’d play games with anya and daisuke until it’s time to start your day. the latter is increasingly more rare occasion by the day, though.

- sometimes curly comes in right after you and anya. sometimes, it’s daisuke who comes in, pleading for you to play with him before the day starts..

 - and on very rare occasions, swansea comes in first. 

- before doing anything, he visits the coffee machine and grabs a can of.. whatever’s available, at this point.

- .. now you’ve nearly ran out of coffee. 

- you think that’s horrifying. a whole vending machine’s worth of coffee.. 

- but to be fair, you have done the same in exam seasons. and you’re not quite dead yet, so..

- eh. maybe you shouldn’t be too worried.

- your daily work includes: learning as much as you could from anya, writing down your conclusions/observations in your journal (for academic purposes), and checking on medical supplies. 

- most of the time, people who come in request for medicine, or have sustained some cuts/bruises. people rarely get sick, and when they do, you’ve tried your best to stop them from working. it’s dangerous to work whilst sick, especially considering that everyone’s job is pretty .. dangerous.

- think about it. if you had to work as a mechanic whilst you’re sick, what are the chances of damaging the ship? and if you were piloting while you’re sick.. the ship might crash.

- you don’t want to entertain the possibilities, so you end up forcing them to their rooms.

- at the end of the day, you take another shower, before changing into another set of pony express uniform. 

- you’re starting to get tired of looking at the same yellow and reds. perhaps you could’ve brought more personal clothing.. 

- after lounging in the living room (what daisuke likes to call it), you pull your blankets out once again, and sleep.

- that has been your routine for these past few months.

- it’s not that bad. surface wise - it’s not as bad as your daily life before the internship.

- but mentally? this is challenging. 

- you’re starting to miss grass, of all things. grass. 

- that green weed that grows from the ground- the dirt? yeah. you’re starting to miss that.

- you realise you’ve taken a lot of things for granted whilst you were in this metal hunk. 

- that includes the sun.

- recalling this all just as you’re about to eat dinner made you suddenly miss the moon too.

- as you open the door, it revealed the entire crew already seated, and you were the last person to join dinner.

- your seat is empty, in the middle of anya and curly.

- your eyes linger on the group, laughing together on the dining table. 

- as you were observing the whole crew from afar, daisuke manages to spot you, and then calls you over. 

- anya sends you a smile as she looks in your direction as well. curly follows after, sending you a smile, swansea nods at you. 

- your chest felt warm that night.

- .. maybe you really should treasure these moments more as well.

- there is one extra addition to your bi-daily tasks.

- laundry with daisuke. 

- or laundai… can you guess who made that pun?

- every three to four days, you meet up with him in front of the laundry room, basket of laundry in your arms, and his own laundry in his. 

- it’s not that he’s incapable of doing it - but he insists that you do it together on the day of the detergent accident. ever since then, you’ve been accompanying him.

- you try to spot if he adds too much or too little detergent, taught him which buttons to press on what occasions, and you also teach him how to pick up his laundry quickly.

- sometimes you do machine maintenance.. removing the tray at the bottom and washing the insides of the machine.

- while the laundry runs, you often just sit there together. seeing the laundry tumble, soap and water mixing together. 

- one time, he asked to go on a surfing trip with you. he made a comparison between the two of you and the clothes in the machine. 

- you pointed out that the clothes are, quite literally, drowning in water. 

- he immediately counters you - by saying that he meant the bubbles looked fun - and continues to try and convince you, saying that he’ll teach you how to surf

- .. that conversation ended with you saying maybe. 

- he cheers, and you were only able to sigh (fondly).

- he talks a lot, and you try to incorporate enough words in between your listening. 

- you talk about all sorts of things. how your day was, how you missed the sun (this topic was brought up by you), the amazement you held for the crew for working here for so long.

- daisuke also talks about the little things as well. how he learnt how to fix the pipes today, how he saved the last time you gave him sunshine - the candy - and ate two today, and how he managed to draw swansea properly today.

- the last one was a slip up, and you can watch his expression grow hesitant when you asked if he draws

- although shy, he shows you his notes- and by extension- his doodles.

- one time you saw him drawing the entire crew, live, whilst you were doing laundry. and somehow, he managed to get the courage to ask you to model for him. (mainly just staying still as you look down at your hands, to replicate the look you had when you were doing your journal)

- you roll your eyes at his request -not to belittle it, but to laugh at the cheesiness of it all - and whilst doing so, a small smile was painted on your lips.

you could feel your lips quirking up at the shy tone of his voice, your eyes looking at him with a fond crease subconciously.

"you could draw me, sure."

"wait, do that again."

daisuke watches you eagerly, a certain shine of disbelief in his eyes as you tilt your head at him, face now back to your usual expression.

"do what?"

he stares at you for a beat. then by the next, his face has already turned away from you, his eyes tightly shut and his hands clenched in front of him in faux defeat.

"noooo.. i can't believe i didn't get a picture of that- man!"

his mumble doesn't get unheard.

"get a picture of what?"

and as soon as you asked that question, his head is facing back in your direction, smiling and giving you a thumbs up.

"nothing!"

you hum in amusement.

"alright."

another smile slips by your lips. and this time, he exclaims, slamming his clipboard (for his drawings) down.

"you just smiled again!"

"i did?"

he continues to pester you to smile once more, and you kept on insisting that you had no idea what he was talking about.

- you had fun playing dumb in front of him, and him getting all frustrated. he looks like an angry puppy, which turned into .. a begging puppy?

- you watch as he pulls his puppy eyes on you, to no avail.

- but you somehow still remember the look on his face. the way his lips were downturned into a small pout and his eyes were wide open, peering at you. it's.. cute. to a certain extent.

- you eventually went back to drawing, and he offered you a little sticky note with a small doodle of him encouraging you on it.

- you still keep the note to this day. he's incredibly endearing sometimes.

- on a few occasion he doesn’t talk at all, but that’s pretty rare.

- the last time he remained silent for the entire session was when you brought your journal along for the wait.

- you had already recorded the past month’s results, and the day you set for data analysis lined up with laundry day. 

- so you brought the book with you, and you kept your eyes on the book the entire time. 

- you did the laundry with one hand, essentially. you only looked up from your book to respond to daisuke, or to check on his laundry. 

- the silence only comes to your attention at the end of your laundry session. 

- the machine often plays a tune once it’s done with it’s job - when it doesn’t, you’d slap the lid, and then it plays the song.

- and usually, it’s accompanied by daisuke’s own hum of the tune.

- at first, you didn’t even realise that he didn’t follow along with the melody. but after a moment, you felt something was off.

- your eyes flicker towards his direction, and you see him napping. 

- he’s snoozing away, hugging his own laundry basket. 

- and he looks.. peaceful.

- this wouldn’t be the first time you saw him asleep. the first time was when you brought him to his room after game night. the second time was when you spotted him on the sofa, napping the evening away on the same day swansea was sick - and this.. would be the third.

- your fingers subconsciously reach out to brush his hair back. you stopped once you realised what you were going to do - your hand inches away from his face.

- dropping your hand back onto your lap, you sigh again. it’s an action you find yourself doing more often.

- you try to focus on your research again, flicking to the next page - your eyes following the lines you’ve written before.

- so you both sit there, his soft breaths filling in the air every now and then, and the flicks of pages accompanying them right after.

- he wakes up sooner than you expected, and you briefly suffer the wrath of the sleepy daisuke.

- half-asleep gibberish about you not waiting for him, and leaving him in the laundry room alone. (while you were right there)

- it takes a few minutes before he falls back asleep, this time, on your shoulder.

- you really hoped he really would’ve truly woken up, even if it did mean sitting through more of his sleep induced rants. 

- .. now you’ll have to stay in this room, in the same position - your shoulders possibly freezing up at this rate - and .. perhaps also face swansea’s wrath later for keeping his intern for too long.

- oh well. 

- you’ll face it later. 

- for now, you’ll just continue reviewing your data… with a snoozing mechanic intern on your shoulder.

- the other day, curly went by your office. 

- it’s odd enough for him to approach you first before you call him for evaluation.

- but it wasn’t psych eval day; and you watch as he enters the medical bay warily, avoiding your gaze after a brief moment of your eyes meeting.

- you could already feel like it would be a long session. or at least, a heavy one. 

- so you place down your clipboard, and instead focus entirely on him.

- he struggles to get a word out other than “hi, sorry for bothering you, do you mind if i.. talk to you as a patient?”

- so you wait. your eyes remain glued at him, and he takes a few breaths in; then out. and it repeats, over and over again.

- the machine buzzes beneath your feet. it’s louder in the silence.

- so are your breaths. and so is his.

- and finally, the silent tempo is broken by a sigh.

“the crew is getting laid off,”

the words are spoken in a low mumble, so soft that you wouldn’t hear them if you weren’t paying attention. but you did hear anyway.

he looks visible distressed; hands messing his own hair up, his fingers fidget more, and eyebags looking heavier than usual. he refuses to look you in the eyes. 

this would be the first time you’ve seen him like this. it’s been sixteen minutes since he came in, and this was the first words that he said, aside from the greeting he gave you.

he's waiting for something. your breath faltering, or perhaps your expression dropping. you can tell by the way he looks at you. 

he seems guilty. 

“.. i just talked with jimmy. before the news, about how i felt stuck in this job.”

he takes a heavy drag of air into his lungs.

“i didn’t mean to.. i didn’t know that this would happen. he’s going to think that i had involvement in this.”

“but you know you don’t.”

your eyes continue to pick up on the little quirks on his body. his faster way of speaking - the way he tumbles over his sentences. and it also explains why he wasn’t seen at the lounge for the past couple of days.

these are behaviours that distressed individuals display. you remember this clearly in a textbook you had reviewed previously.

for the first time, in the past nineteen minutes, he looks up at you. 

“will you let his beliefs prevail over your own?”

you continue to stare at him, he stares back.

after a brief moment of strength, he seems to give up. his body falls back into himself - his body fully leaned back onto the chair.

“.. i don’t know.”

he takes another deep breath in, and you can feel your eyebrows temporarily furrow.

“his views matter to me. so does everyone else’s views. i can’t discount their thoughts about this.”

“but you can discount your own?”

your question rings in the room. this time, he doesn’t dare to hold your gaze anymore.

“you’re not at fault here. you want everyone to win in this situation, and that’s impossible.”

you tap your finger on the table, producing a stable rhythm on the table.

“there is nothing you can do to change this outcome anymore.”

you close your eyes, and your finger comes to a stop.

“...the best you could do now is to not let others write your narrative for you. help others write their own narrative as well.”

you watch as he sinks deeper into his seat.

“...you’re right.”

and this is as far as you can go. 

you can’t help with anything more as a faux therapist.

you’re not qualified for it either. the best you could do is to make him understand that it isn’t his fault, and no, he should not be carrying this burden, nor allowing people to blame him either.

you know he knows this. but does he understand it?

so all you can do is wait; wait until he does.

the blonde man lifts himself up from the seat in front of you, taking a deep breath as he walks around the medical bay.

his eyes are closed, before he attempts to harden himself again. 

he sends a smile at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“..sorry for coming out of the blue. i’m not sure what made me do that.“

he even tries to throw in a chuckle, but it just sounds dry. you send him a sour expression.

another exhale sounds in the room; and this time, the sigh didn’t come from him. 

“.. you can do this, curly. don’t doubt yourself either.”

you meet his eyes for the final time. 

this time; he’s completely defeated. no longer is he standing before you as captain, but as a man, grieving for his friends’ futures. for the stable future that they might’ve once believed in. that man sends a weak nod in your direction.

“.. i’ll try.”

the male leaves with a small thank you, and silence follows after.

your eyes are trained at the false sky as the door shuts in on itself. your calm demeanour slowly unfolds on the wooden desk, your head now buried in your arms. 

.. now that his burdens are shared with you, what should you do?

- everyone knows by now that your work with anya in the medical bay are split into two.

- anya with physical injuries, and you.. working on psych tests. 

- you don’t want to say that you work with mental injuries just yet. that’s a horrifying thought. you’re seriously not qualified yet.

- hell, you probably didn’t give proper treatment towards curly that other time.. you don't think you're quite ready to become a therapist yet. that's one thing you've learnt in this internship.

- but point is, you’ve barely dealt with physical injuries prior to this.

- why are you bringing this up? well..

- anya got sick.

- it’s a fever and flu of some sort. you say it’s the airconditioning in her room, and she denies it - saying that it was fine last night. 

- then you suggest that it might be her habit of waking up way too early, and this time, she agrees that it could’ve been what played part in making her sick.

- she laughs when you sigh; mostly due to the fact that she knew you were joking.

- you’ve been helping her do mundane stuff. examples were.. bringing a basin of water of warm water and a small towel for baths, medicine and food prepared for her, and making sure she gets enough entertainment whilst also making sure she slept enough.

- you would really prefer if you could’ve just cared for her in her room…

- but she refused - and instead, remains at the medical bay. she wants to be prepared if anyone’s injured, she says, while she looks like she's dying. (you’re exaggerating)

- but since that’s the only way she would allow you to help her, you comply.

- she often sleeps hunched over the desk. that’s why you brought one of the pillows from the lounge to her. 

- she seemed concerned once she saw the pillow, and you get why - safety reasons, germs, etc. - but you promised that you would wash the entire pillow after it gets in and out of the medical bay.

- it was her time to sigh at your expense. you let out a huff of defeat.

- having a sibling-like relationship with anya meant that she kept you close enough to watch over you, but not close enough to know her.

- only throughout the course of nursing her back to health, do you get to hear more about her life.

- she wanted to pursue nursing due to her mother’s poor health throughout her entire life. 

- her father was the only source of income, and almost saw his wife as a burden.

- living with her older and younger sisters, she had tried to make sure that the two were alright as well, whilst taking care of her mother. this managed to affect her grades.

- miraculously, her mother’s condition got better after some time, and the burden on her older sister’s duties got better.

- but this meant arguments got worse. so she left, leaving her younger sister in her older sister’s care. 

- she promised to take care of her mother when she got older. but after a year she left home, her mother tragically died due to a heart attack.

- that’s how she told you that she never had anyone to care for her like this, ever since she moved and got a job in the city.

- before you knew it, you had something in your eye.

“..are you crying?”

you sniffle, looking away from her - a poor attempt of hiding away your .. emotional state.

“.. no.”

your voice gives it away. damnit.

- she only laughs at your attempts, before convincing you that it was alright now. she’s still alive. and you can only cry more.

- you compose yourself, before handing her another cup of water, and a replacement towel for her forehead. 

- she thanks you quite a lot during the entirety of it. you try to assure that she was welcome to ask for your help.

- but when swansea comes in with a particularly nasty cut - daisuke trailing behind the old man, panicking - you nearly panic as well.

- you try your best to stay calm, following what you’ve learnt from your mentor.

- disinfectant. don’t touch the wound with alcohol. clean the surroundings, and then secure the wrap with bandages. make sure that you handle it properly. 

- before you knew it, you were done.

- it’s not as good as anya’s, but you think you did well with the bandages. 

- swansea thanks you, and daisuke gives you two thumbs ups. it’s hard to not reciprocate his energy, so you give him one as well.

- anya, on the other hand, stares at you wide-eyed. 

you tilt your head at her expression.

“.. did i do something wrong?”

her expression doesn’t look like a dangerous expression - just more towards shock, and perhaps, something else.

“i didn’t know you improved so much..”

ah. she still remembers, it seems..

at the first day, she asked how much knowledge you had about first aid. and you responded by showing her what you’d do when you had a cut. it’s safe to say that you made.. leaps of improvement. 

“yeah. i’ve been paying close attention to you.”

you watch as she realises what she did.

“i.. taught you that..”

you nod in response.

“yeah. you did.”

she smiles at you, and now, it was her who had tears in her eyes.

- you tried your best to comfort her after that. 

- you used your newfound knowledge - that she likes tea - and brought her a cup.

- perhaps, due to the exhaustion, she immediately went to sleep an hour after she downed the tea.

- you made sure she was alright, before continuing your writing on the journal.

- you were informed of a communal birthday party (how cheap is the pony express?), and this time, you were celebrating curly's birthday. 

- everyone's wearing party hats - striped yellow and red, the same colours of your uniform.

- you’re seriously getting sick of seeing it.

- not sure why no one bothered observing and memorising the codes. but you did. and so, you baked the cake beforehand.

- daisuke practically wails at you, asking why you never told him that you knew the pass to the sweetener all this time. basically, putting on a dramatic show.

- you stare back at him, deadpan. the both of you know why you didn’t reveal it to him.

- he only grins once he got caught. you sigh.

- so, that didn’t go well.

- you surprised curly, but it seems like today was the day he decided to break the news to the members about the disbandment. he was told to wait until you were closer to the destination of the delivery but..

- you suppose this would be the best outcome, if you only had curly’s emotional state in mind.

- swansea makes a bitter joke, anya looks increasingly worried, and daisuke’s silent, unable to say anything in this situation.

- and jimmy…

“..so i guess you got what you wanted.”

jimmy laughs bitterly, his hands on the table.

“without the guilt.”

you watch as curly attempts to explain himself.

“jim.. if i had known..”

a poor explanation it was. you could only watch as the brown-haired man grows more agitated.

“i can go back to my, how’d you put it? “struggle of a life?””

the room is slowly growing more heavy at his words. 

he’s clearly talking about a previous conversation with curly. but at the same time.. he’s wording it particularly. sure, you weren’t there when the conversation happened, but you think you get the gist of what jimmy’s trying to do at the moment - and it’s starting to affect others in the room as well.

“sounds like you’re blaming him for this, jimmy.”

so you try to diffuse whatever he’s planning.

his furrowed eyes snap at you, and he immediately explodes.

“what would you fucking know, huh?”

his hands slam at the table, shaking the cutlery on the surface, and it becomes evident that he doesn’t care about the things that could break at this very moment. he’s only interested in expressing his own anger.

so, you conclude that you were right. he’s releasing his anger by picking arguments, instead of thinking rationally, disregarding curly’s emotion, and how it might cause misunderstandings.

you should’ve expected this much from him.

you decide to retort, tone calm as you speak.

“i know that this should be blamed on management. not the man whose a small cog in the machine right now.”

he only looks angrier after being presented with sound logic.

“oh, please, cut your poetic crap. you come out of this unscathed. you don’t have any rights to talk.”

at this point, you’re just more tired than confused. 

“and you have the right to blame someone that isn’t at fault? who gave you the right to do that?”

you slowly unfold your arms, staring at him, before scanning at the others.

they all have different expressions, and you could feel how heavy the atmosphere is. to think that someone like him could cause this much trouble.. 

you look at the perpetrator one last time, as you add in a final comment.

“stop trying to twist reality to your own narrative.”

with that, you could see him seething in his seat. 

his eyes are sharp on you, and you’d continue this little staring competition if you were any less sane. so for now, you place your party hat down on the table, and remove yourself from the conversation.

“i think everyone needs time to process this. so i’ll leave first. goodnight.”

those were your final words, before you stood up from your chair, and left the table.

- after you left, daisuke followed after. then anya, and then swansea.

- everyone’s hat remains at the table, either upright or simply discarded on the wooden surface.

- safe to say, you all agreed that time was the solution for the short while, and you can’t be more proud of them for having some sort of sanity - unlike a certain brunette. 

- but you could only watch as the door closes on you, with curly and jimmy sitting alone on the table.

- you just hope he doesn’t dig a deeper hole for himself. it would make your efforts of redirecting his anger towards you pointless.

- alas, you don’t have power over him.

- you can lead someone to water, but you can’t make them drink, after all.

i did NOT proofread this. oh man. ill edit it later on.. perhaps...maybe.

i also did not know what possessed me when i was writing this. jimmy feels really ooc but maybe it's because no one has tried to put that man in his place LOL.. only swansea did at the end (by attempting to kill him. valid btw)

hopefully i managed to flesh out each character's relationship with reader enough in this chapter .. i didn't get to write swansea in but tried my best to slip him in the details.. will focus on it next chap!

thank you so much for the support for this as well! i appreciate it tons!

extra notes: i'd like to think that the cake was stored in the fridge.. and eaten the next morning (although with a somber mood)

sun & moon dividers by : @/saradika nighttime screen & the lounge visuals from mouthwashing

[eliossun]

Hello💐,

I’m Amal, a mother of seven, including a child with diabetes and a baby girl. Due to the war, I relocated to the south, leaving my husband in the north to care for his sick father. I hope to reunite with my family soon. I’ve started a fundraising campaign to support our journey and look forward to your support and participation in making this dream a reality🙏🥹

boost ^^

[eliossun]

LAST SHOT - first meet

synopsis : interning at a random ship in space sounds like a great idea for your paper. don't you think? part -> 1 | other chapters -> 2 3 ?

characters : anya, swansea, daisuke, curly, jimmy, gn!reader (daisuke x reader if u squint)

content : filler. lots of filler. lots of people being people. the series is sort of a fix it fic (?) only warning is mention of.. jimmy... eugh

wc : 3.4k+

before you read, reader is : cold, non expressive, and a psychology major...

close to an oc.. but also not an oc? features of the reader is never described, and i wrote it as gender neutral as possible

- you were an intern in the pink pony express.

- .. more specifically, a university student with honours in their bachelor's degree in psychology. you did plan on going back to get a masters once you're done with this internship. the pay wasn't much, but since it covered your living expenses for a year, and since the internship being valid enough to put into a research paper (after confirming there's psychological tests in the ship) you say this wouldn't be so bad. 

- ..or so you thought.

- the first day you boarded the ship, you were baffled by the lack of security measures of what, or what you can't bring to the spaceship. sure there were manuals, but the actual boarding of the ship? no security, at all.

- you knew the conditions that the company puts their employees in from online forums.. so you tried to prepare beforehand with a backpack. woo! (it took you hours to recount your basic needs)

- you managed to sneak on board your little backpack (it was huge) and thankfully, you managed to stash it away in your room before anyone else noticed. 

- .. and thankfully the directions were easy to read as well, otherwise you'd be lost.

- you don't want to bring all that around the tour of the ship either, so this would be the most efficient solution.

- pretending to be waiting in front of the ship unnoticed was also easy. however, imagine the surprise when another intern trips into the spaceship, last second.

- the captain - you find his name to be curly, only managed to give you a brief welcome, before asking the nurse of the ship - she introduced herself as anya - to show you around.

- whilst going around, the other intern tried to start conversations with you. which briefly went as follows:

"hey! my name's daisuke, yours?" 

"y/n."

"woah! cool name!"

"..."

"..not much of a talker...it seems... hehe.."

- you only nod in response. 

- anya seems to have read the room, and immediately guided you away to introduce you to two other people instead. swansea the mechanic, and jimmy, the copilot.

- however the atmosphere persisted. you stayed in silence most of the time. daisuke was close to starting another conversation with you, but seemed to back out last second.

- you feel rather bad for being cold towards him. but your body is way too exhausted to respond. maybe you should’ve brought some painkillers as well..

- ... or perhaps you could pay off your sleep debt on this trip as well. ahh… a faithful wish..

- that aside, you also found out you would be interning under anya. she was soft spoken, and overall, you have a feeling that you wouldn't mind sticking by her side for the next.. year.. or so.

- having a singular nurse for a 6-man crew isn't too bad. but now with her teaching you the basics, you think that you’re capable of taking some of her responsibilities. (you're glad to take some weight off her back)

- you agreed on weekly psych checks with the crew (much to swansea’s and jimmy’s dismay) so you’re ready to keep your journal very, very filled.

- the routine was simple. you'd wake up, check your stash of items which included - airtight sealed snacks which consisted of a lot of sweets, your journal, a lot of thrifted power banks for your ds to charge on, your ds of course, a taser, a gun, and a personal emotional support voicemail on one of your mp3 player - then go into the lounge for breakfast, and finally, follow anya around for the rest of your day.

- sometimes you would bump into swansea and daisuke while you're passing by the utility room. and sometimes daisuke stops you for a small talk

- you eventually warm up to him. he's awfully smiley for someone close to your age, then you find out he doesn't go to college, and your question was quickly answered. 

- after a bit more small talk, you realise that you both were from the same town (what a small world)

- he mentions that he missed eating a specific candy - it’s called sunshines, silly name, you know - which you could only get from the bakery near your town, and you look away, fully knowing that you had the same candy in your bag.

- .. oh well. maybe another time.

- your interactions with swansea was rather limited.

- you both see each other and simply choose to ignore each other's existence.

- perhaps it's a part of you that sees through him. and he sees through you too. 

- silent understanding is a better word, perhaps. 

- you both only talked on the few occasions where you were there to take your psychology evaluation tests. he keeps complaining about daisuke and whatnot - but you know that look in his eyes. that’s not hate.

- after a while, he stops complaining - resorting to grunts and short answers. perhaps tired of attempting to trick you.

- quick yet blunt. the way you prefer things to be.

- you sometimes offer to read out daisuke’s psych test to him. only the parts where you deem as okay to say, though. mostly parts where you ask how his internships are, and him answering with praises towards swansea. 

- swansea refuses each time, but you read some of them anyway. when daisuke complains about swansea though, you read out his response to "how was your day". which mainly consisted of his joys of the day.

- swansea pretends he doesn't like it. once again, you know that look in his eyes.

- you thought he would be done with acting around you, but you suppose, ego can't be beaten sometimes

- you really like their father-son-like dynamic. you just hope daisuke doesn't let the old man's words get to him.

- after doing curly's and jimmy's psych test (jimmy needed a lot of convincing in order for him to take these seriously) you find that they were friends that go way, way back.

- you're unsure if curly could see it, but you could tell that jimmy admires him. that man admires curly a bit too much. you're familiar with situations like these. you just hope it won't tip towards envy. oh who you were kidding - it's almost too late now.

- you finally realise why you felt uncomfortable around jimmy after the first month.

- the envy and self depreciation is overwhelming, and you truly applaud anyone who holds a conversation for longer than five minutes. (maybe you should applaud yourself as well)

- self destruction is the only path he’s going towards, and you would help him if he wasn’t so.. stubborn. for a lack of a better word.

- but overall, this trip isn't too bad so far. right?

- its been a month and a half. 

- you and anya had formed some sort of sibling relationship..? 

- it started with her seeing one of your stickers you had placed on one of your items, and her nostalgia of having them on her cup as well.

- you both began to talk more from there. continuous stories about your daily life (which isn’t the most pleasant) but you got to know each other better from there.

- you were immediately stunned at her determination and passion for nursing. - and perhaps, after this all, you could plausibly send a recommendation in for her. 

- you didn’t tell her that, of course. you weren’t able to guarantee it, and you wouldn’t want to give false hope.

- you find that she was incredibly good at games after you lent her your ds. and all of sudden, her competitiveness on game board nights didn’t look so out of place after all.

- she had encouraged you to get out of your shell.. despite many protests from you. (it.. sort of works…?)

- curly, after more interactions, seems to be a great guy. great leader, optimistic despite.. well. everything else, really. you’d be miserable if you had to live outside of earth half your life.

- the very brief interactions you have with him were pleasant. 

- a bit concerning to think he’s carrying all this responsibility for all these years though. perhaps a little rest could do - is what you said.

- he only responded with a chuckle, and a ‘it is what it is’.

- there isn’t any other response you would’ve expected from him, anyway.

- you just hope that once he does find the end of this career, he’ll find something more.. lighter.

- maybe a baker. maybe a craftsman. maybe something else entirely, all you know that this whole leadership thing might end up causing him more harm than good.

- which is what jimmy turned out to be. 

- whenever it’s your turn to do jimmy’s evaluations, you always groan a bit. 

- you show a bit of interest, and he goes the mile to talk about himself. not quite boasting - but very much putting others beneath his shoes to seem… “relatable” to you.

- you only nod. you give him a small phrase from time to time, but otherwise - it’s all nods.

- the issue with jimmy is not his current state itself. sure, it’s annoying and insufferable - but what’s dangerous is next stage of what people like him become.

- envious. greedy - dangerous. you wouldn’t trust him even if it kills you.

- and so you don’t. you try to keep a wary gaze on him.

- another thing you find that swansea is quite similar to .. other people in your neighbourhood.

- he talks about how he’s been struggling with alcohol, on a particularly hard night.

- you listen. he keeps talking. you add on his statements a little bit from time to time, to show that you’re listening. otherwise, you’re dead quiet, eyes staring at him, and his eyes towards the false sky by the medical bed. 

- he complains to you more than anything though. about.. nearly everything. about how daisuke won’t do this properly, about the food for dinner, about him being unable to see his wife at home, how he won’t be able to see his kids grow up, and you, in exchange, tell a bit about yourself.

- he understands you; and you understand him too. you were both trapped under the same situation at the start of your lives, and you, by chance, managed to escape. 

- he makes a joke about it. it leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. 

- …although.. this meant that you were a bit privileged in the way swansea treated you. 

- this showed in the way that he allows you to mess with his toolbox (maybe you were the only other person who was interested in his toolbox, aside from daisuke..) 

- he teaches you the basics, and daisuke often chimes in from what he had studied before from swansea as well.

- you often thank the two for the lesson, and swansea seems a bit more smug after, whilst daisuke seems more proud of himself.. and due to that, you are more than welcome in the utility room.. from time to time.

- ah, speaking of daisuke..

- he’s incredibly sweet. you wonder if he particularly needs the sweets anymore from how overly sweet he is. you do end up sharing your snacks either way, and thankfully, he’s obedient enough to only request one sunshine every one to two days. (at this rate, you might have just enough to last you the entire.. 9 months? close to 8 now..) 

- he also plays games, and showed you his own ds, stickers of pokemon, doodles, and small little things indicating his other interests were plastered all over it - which you end up telling anya. 

- this is where anya’s willingness to help you connect with others come in. 

- not before long, you, anya, and daisuke managed to make a post-game night activity.. which included playing the ds until you all reach the specific curfew anya had set (thankfully, she did set one, otherwise daisuke would’ve tried to beat you until his fingers fell off.)

- there was one time that he was too tired, and you had to drag him back into his room. with an arm slinged around your shoulder, and anya following behind in your footsteps, he stayed asleep the entire time.

- he wasn’t drunk. hell, do you even have alcohol in the ship? the answer was no. unless you were to drink cleaning alcohol.. but point is. he didn’t get drunk, and he was just that tired. you wonder what kind of new training he’s been trying to do.

- you tried your best to drag him, but once you were beside his bed, you had only one choice.

- you slowly placed him back into his bed, lifting his leg up to remove his shoes - before placing him properly on the bed.

- anya had already excused herself back to her room, and with the silence (and occasional snores from daisuke), you find yourself observing daisuke’s room.

- pink weights, a very, very patterned backpack, and a charger. those were the main things that caught your eyes. 

- .. and you had his ds in your hand. so out of kindness, you went over to plug in his ds for him.

- before you left him alone, you checked up on him for the last time. he’s sleeping soundly. you try to close the door as silently as possible.

- you hope he continues to dream tonight.

- so far the worst thing you had to witness from the male was the absolute mess that was his laundry pile. 

- it started when you - whose room was beside daisuke’s - smelt something akin to the concentrated scent of the (sun) detergent.

- you knocked at his door, and only a muffled wait echoes inside, before you could hear him tripping over his own feet to open the door.

his eyes meet yours - looking quite frazzled. He’s heaving slightly, perhaps a side effect of rushing to get the door.

“h..hi!”

the detergent smell only got stronger, and it became very much obvious that he.. had a little accident with the laundry. your focus flickers between the mess he is, and the mess behind him.

“...did anything happen?”

he chuckles nervously, avoiding eye contact.

“oooff course not! and i almost forgot that i had to- uhm- change my sheets! so see ya soo-”

right as he was about to shut the door, you had kept it wedged open with your shoes. his eyes actually meet yours, again, and you tilt your head slightly, arms folding.

“i can smell it from the hallway. let me help you.”

“no- i can do it!”

you send him a particular stare. it seems to make him falter, and you sigh once more.

“let me help you.”

he looks hesitant, his grip on the handle weakening. a moment passes, and then he closes hie eyes, and smiles at you - defeated.

“alright then... but don't be angry!”

- as you step in the room, you’re met with the sight of.. very, very many bubbles on a stack of clothes. 

- and when you look back at daisuke, he only offers you a guilty grin, and a look that said i told you so

- that’s the story of how your fingers managed to smell like detergent for a whole week, and the event that hallmarked your almost instant closeness with daisuke.

- ever since the laundry accident, you two have been together quite often.

- every lunch break was simply just sitting alone, until anya or daisuke approaches you. If anya approached first, then daisuke followed. if anya couldn’t join you in the lounge, then you’d go to the medical bay, and if you’re allowed in - daisuke would follow right after.

- everytime you manage to get spare time to lounge on the extended sofa, daisuke immediately joins you. the only difference from before was the way he joins you on the couch. sometimes by closing your eyes from behind and asking you to guess (even when it’s apparent), sometimes by jumping or launching himself to the spot beside you.

- every now and then, he scares the living soul out of you. he laughs until you start chasing him with a cup in your hand.

- he tries his best to make you laugh. the best he got so far was an amused stare from you.

- apparently, it’s good enough for him. he cheered the entire night you made that expression.

- on his psych tests, he talks a lot.

- there’s.. not much time to talk to you. you only realise once he starts to talk about his week, instead of his day. 

- nowadays, you focus on getting your analysis done. how each person’s behaviour have changed - in general, of course. you’re not going to mention their every detail, and rather, you ask them to fill out little questionnaires (which is the only detail you’re submitting)

- usually, before you got close, he mainly talks about his day, and only his day. 

- sure you spent a lot of time together, but since this was the only chance to be truly alone, it’s usually the time that he opens up.

- he barely does so. but it’s much easier to see his emotions on his face, with far more vulnerability. 

- it starts from little things, like how he really thinks swansea might get tired of teaching him. or maybe the way jimmy got mad at him because he accidentally spilled oil on his shirt. 

- then it turns to things in his house. how he missed his mother, how he missed seeing his cat, how he felt like he had to take this internship because he felt like he had to prove something.

- you offer him hugs from time to time. he accepts them. 

- sometimes you feel tears soak into your shirt. you try your best to comfort him after. whether it would be rubbing circles into his back, or offering him an extra piece of sunshine - you tried your best.

- you know you aren’t the best at that. but if this is all you can do, then what else should you do?

- sometimes you wonder if this ship really does need to be human automated. 

- what costs do they cut by hiring human workers instead? innovation? investment in machinery? why keep people on barely minimum wages in a random ship being sent out to space, with minimum facilities and minimum safety and security? isn’t it a safer bet to go all out with machinery, then turn a profit later down the line - rather than close to losing this hunk of metal nearly every other day?

- then you look into the lounge in what is assumed to be “six in the morning” - you don’t trust the clocks. everything feels fake - and get hit by literal beams of sunshines in your way ( read : curly, anya, and daisuke laughing together )

- maybe you can keep those thoughts for another day. you ate.. pretty okay pancakes that morning.

- perhaps the only thing you wished you could change, in definite terms, was the way jimmy lingered around anya’s room. 

- so stop it you did. or at the very least, attempted to stop it, you did.

- that’s the main reason you ended up sleeping on the front of anya’s room. (with her permission, of course)

- the reason you proposed to her was, and you quote, 

“i keep on having dreams of cockroaches.” 

- anya looked at you half asleep. the other half concerned, worried, and confused. you shuffled in front of her room, your hand hauling a mattress and your blankets awkwardly.

- .. she finally allowed you after a small while. maybe its because you looked pathetic. maybe its something else. you do not know, and you don't want to know.

- you eventually placed your mattress back into your room (due to the lack of space, you should’ve expected that - your only reason was that you did this on a whim), and slept on the floor, facing the walls with your blanket covering you like a silkworm.

- it’s not comfortable. thank god the tulpar has - at best - subpar air conditioning, otherwise you’d freeze to death in this huge metal hunk in space.

- it successfully warded off jimmy though. or so you’ve observed. so you really don’t mind the way your back aches every morning. 

- maybe you should bring more pillows…

the door behind you croaks slowly, and slowly- your eyes peek open, looking up at a dimmed figure. an anya-looking dimmed figure. you immediately relax back in your blanket.

“..nightmares again?” she looks concerned about your sleeping position. for a moment, you feel bad for lying.

you purse your lips, and nod at her.

“.. yeah.”

she watches from the door, and nods at you. 

you think she finally figured out that you knew about jimmy’s recent lingering. she spares you a thankful glance, and sends you a soft nod.

“..goodnight. thank you.”

you nod back, and once the door shuts back, you slump further. as much as these metal walls allow you, anyway.

you hope you dream this night. maybe of home, or of something sweet. maybe of something better.

you aren't sure what that something is. but you hope you find it soon.

but, oh, who were you kidding.

you never got the chance to dream. this night isn't any different.

you slip into a void; your body awaiting tomorrow.

i hope u enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it .. !

initially started off as a daisuke x reader insert but i went too far and suddenly i have this.. this...... series.... will get more into the romance after i world build a bit more.. if you have any specific requests for the reader in this au, don't be afraid to shoot something in my ask box!

extra notes: in order of youngest to oldest, i hc daisuke to be youngest, then reader, then anya, curly/jimmy and swansea !

sun & moon dividers by : @/saradika daytime screen & medical bay from mouthwashing

[eliossun]

hiii :3 i had a request on something angsty if you do that 😭 im super into mouthwashing too and love daisuke :333

enough yapping, but if you could do a thingy when it's between the 'hours of judgement' and everyone is dying... ermm, the reader dies a little before daisuke, do whatever you want for the death.

If not, then something fluff and just general dating hcs for daisuke 🥲🥲

HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHTT !!!! 😘

p.s you can ignore this if it's too much ^^

guess who's doing the angst. me bitch.

Judgment Day Has Begun daisuke x gn reader wc: 3.45 k tw: major character deaths, gore description , jimmy being jimmy

Nine hours before judgement.

Jimmy's not right. 

4 months have passed since the crash, and nobody's gotten happier. Hell, everyone's drunk most of the time. It's hard to feel optimistic when you're shitfaced and hungry. And Jimmy's only been getting more... unlike himself. 

Daisuke feels things are a little better with you by his side, at least. It's embarrassing to say it out loud, so he doesn't. He, instead, shows it through other means.

"Other means," as in moving his makeshift bed next to yours. "Other means" as in sharing his meager food rations and extra sugar packets with you. "Other means" as in refusing to leave your side.

But Jimmy's still been getting worse. To the point where he's been blowing up at every crew member once or twice a day, yelling in their faces and looking like he's about to blow a fuse. Anya's got yelled at twice this week, Swansea once, and Jimmy outright refuses to acknowledge Daisuke and his mess-ups at this point.

It's grating to watch. But Daisuke can't do much against the now-captain of this ship. 

At the moment, you two are sitting on your now makeshift beds, sharing a bottle of mouthwash. You’re in the process of getting drunk again, and Daisuke is definitely tipsy at this point. He has a bit of a laughable tolerance considering how much the crew has been drinking recently. He’s currently slumped against the wall, brown eyes hazy with a warm smile stretched across his lips. 

“Y’know… the ship’s always been so cold. I need someone to warm me uuuuup.” He nudges you, and you can’t help but laugh. “Stop that. Your pickup lines don’t work just because you’re drunk.” He huffs, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’ll be more fun if you don’t drink all the mouthwash in one go. Lemme have some.” Daisuke hands you the mouthwash, lacing his other hand with yours and brushing his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly, sending a shiver up your spine. He notices your reaction and smiles slightly.

“Sensitive.”

“Be quiet.”

He laughs airily, watching you as you drink, hazel eyes fixed on how the orange from the fake, cracked sky lights you up so prettily. He’s so fixated on the sight of it that he doesn’t even realize he’s said it out loud. You turn to him, a little embarrassed from the intense adoration in his eyes. “...you think I’m pretty?”

Daisuke blinks, then smiles. He’s drunk. He has to be. “...I do. You’re really pretty.” And thorough he stumbles on the word pretty, you can feel the weight to them. It makes you swallow hard, breaking eye contact.

“...you’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

You huff slightly, eyes fixed on the bottle in front of you, only a few drops left now. You mumble, a soft smile on your lips. “...You’re very sweet when you’re drunk.” Daisuke grins, squeezing your hand.

“Must've been the sugar packets.”

Daisuke doesn't know how you haven't figured out he really likes you yet. Every time he gets tipsy from the mouthwash, he says something stupid that gives him away. And every time, you never say a thing about it.

But he's just happy to have you as a friend. At least, he thinks he's happy about it. But whatever. He's too tipsy to ponder it right now. He just wants to keep his head on your shoulder and your hand in his for now.

Eight hours before judgement.

Daisuke has now pulled you over to the couch and the board game table, having convinced you to finally finish the game the crew started before the crash. He’s playing both his and Anya’s pieces, and you’re playing Curly’s and your pieces. Through your drunken haze, you get a vague sense he’s letting you win. But you swallow down the rush of happiness it gives you and instead focus on beating his ass.

As you play, you share your wired headphones with Daisuke, which are connected to an old MP3 player with hundreds of songs downloaded on it. They’re your only surviving possessions from the crash. You hum along to one of the songs as you capture one of his pieces, smiling triumphantly as you turn to face him.

“Ha! You suck at this, Daisuke.”

“I do not!” He retorts back petulantly, crossing his arms and barely managing to hide his smile. Both of you are drunk by now, too giggly to notice how close you two are like this. He takes his turn, accidentally knocking over a piece with his clumsy hands. He scowls slightly, fixing his mistake.

He doesn't seem to notice how you stare fondly at the little crease between his brows as he fumbles with the little pieces.

You’re so distracted that you don’t hear Jimmy approach behind you. So distracted that you only become aware of his presence when he yanks the headphones out of both of your ears, causing the two of you to flinch at the slight flash of pain at the sensation.

You twist in your seat to look at Jimmy, reflexes slow with the mouthwash. He looks pissed as he roughly stuffs the headphones and the MP3 in his pocket. You immediately protest.

“Jimmy-? What the hell are you doing with my headphones?”

“You two were hired for a reason, weren’t you?”

You and Daisuke share a bewildered look, thought processes slowed with the alcohol. Daisuke mumbles, eyes narrowing. “...huh?”

Jimmy’s face twists, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “You two have jobs. Internships. Whatever. But you have actual things to do around here, yeah? Instead of sitting around on your asses all fucking day?” His voice is biting, edged with barely-hidden rage. Yuo stand up a little unsteadily.

“We’re taking a break. What else do you want us to do?”

“Fucking try to get us off this ship. I feel like I’m the only one here who’s trying to fix things and get shit done! You two have done jackshit for this entire operation.” Jimmy’s getting louder, hands twitching at his sides.

“Jimmy, we can’t do anything but survive at this point. We can’t clear the foam without risking dying, we already opened the cargo hold, we’re already rationing to hell and back– there’s nothing we can fucking do at this point. So stop berating us like we’re kids and give me back my headphones.” The alcohol has made you way more unafraid to talk back to Jimmy, slightly slurring your way through it. Daisuke glances at you, a little surprised at your words. Makes him smile a little bit.

Jimmy just stares at you a moment longer, face unreadable. He turns around and stalks off, leaving you and Daisuke in silence. You splutter, stumbling around the couch and after Jimmy. “What the-? You can’t just- give me back my headphones!” 

“Wait! Hold on.”

Daisuke calls out after you, still on the couch. He’s still a little hazy from the alcohol, but Jimmy’s whole deal sobered him up somewhat. “You sure it’s worth it? He's just gonna yell at you like crazy.”

You huff slightly, eyes still fixed on the hallway Jimmy disappeared in. “I need those headphones. They’re the only things I have on this stupid ship.”

And before Daisuke can try to change your mind, you’re off chasing Jimmy down the hall. His protest dies on his lips, a strange feeling in the back of his mind. Something feels off about this. He sighs softly, slowly turning back to the game board. He absentmindedly knocks over one of your pieces. 

Meanwhile, you’re stumbling down the hall, fueled by drunken pettiness and a need to get your damn headphones back. You finally catch sight of Jimmy turning a corner into a room, grumbling about something nonsensical. You quickly step into the room before the door slides closed behind the two of you.

The room was heavily wrecked from the crash, it looks like. It used to hold spare parts for the ship, all of which were thrown around and mangled in the crash. The wall paneling is all jagged, support beams sticking out at strange angles. Metal debris litters the ground. In the middle of it all, Jimmy stands there, hands shoved in his pockets, breathing heavily. 

You speak, voice cold. “Give them back.”

Jimmy jolts, torn from his thoughts. He scowls, answering simply. “No.”

You’re left in silence for a long moment, stuck staring right in his eyes. Anger bubbles up in your chest. You can’t help the bitter scoff that leaves your lips, hissing through gritted teeth. “What the hell is your problem with me?”

“I don’t have a problem with you. You’ve simply stopped doing things on this ship. You’re lazy. You’re just waiting to rot away and die here-”

“There’s nothing we can do! We’re fucked, Jimmy!” You step forward, the anger of speaking to him burning the back of your throat now.

“There's always something you can do! You’re the useless one on this goddamn team. So fucking pathetic.” The way he chews on his words, the way he’s been so volatile this past week, the way he’s got the one thing you own in his possession– your next biting remark is a manifestation of drunken thoughts and reckless frustration.

“Fuck you. I know what you did to Anya.”

And you swear you see Jimmy’s eyes change.

Seven hours until judgement.

Daisuke hasn’t seen you since you disappeared down that hall to go talk to Jimmy. That strange feeling in his chest hasn’t gone away. In fact, it’s only gotten worse. The alcohol has worn off by this point, leaving him with a slight headache and an itch for water the ship doesn’t have. He sighs, head lolling back to lean against the couch. 

After a long, long moment, he decides to go bug Anya to get his mind off you. He slips off the couch, walking over to the medical room and humming one of the songs he was listening to with you earlier.

But when he tries to open the door, it’s locked. He tries again, only for it to stay, unbudging. He calls out. 

“Yo, Anya? You okay in there? Did you get stuck or something?”

There’s no response from inside. This doesn’t help his weird anxiety in the slightest. He tries at the door again, to no avail. 

“Anya! Are you okay?”

No answer. He backs away slowly, before taking off jogging down the hall. 

“I’m gonna get help, okay? I’ll be back!”

And as he rounds one corner, then another, he crashes straight into the guy he was looking for– Jimmy, who looks… odd. More disheveled. A strange red mark on his jaw. Breathing hard for no reason. And even though you were the last one with Jimmy… there's no sight of you around. 

Daisuke stumbles back from the impact, taking in his appearance. Something twinges in his chest. Something isn’t right. Something isn’t right. “Jimmy! Hey, uh, there’s a problem at the medbay right now, but, uh, where'd… where’d they go?”

Jimmy’s eyes flash with something indiscernible before he masks it with a scowl, walking past Daisuke. He grumbles.

“I don’t know.”

Daisuke watches him go, standing there for a moment, eyes fixed on Jimmy’s back. He may be stupid sometimes, but he's not dumb. He turns the opposite direction, going where Jimmy came from. He needs to find you.

Seven and a half hours until judgement.

You see the way your words hit Jimmy, and with your alcohol muddled mind, you take it and run, voice rising. “I’m about two seconds away from going out there and telling them what a monster you are.” 

Jimmy only seems to get more panicked, stepping forward, his voice quieting and getting more intense.

“No, you won’t. You’re not gonna tell them. Nobody would believe you.”

You sneer, stopping forward to match him. “They would. You aren’t some angel they have blind faith in. Swansea might even try to kill you.”

Jimmy’s face darkens, and you feel a twinge of fear in your gut at the look in his eyes. You get this gut feeling to run. But you don’t, even as he grabs your wrists in a vice-like grip, preventing you from stepping towards the door. He hisses, getting uncomfortably close to your face.

“Shut up. Shut up. They aren’t going to. Because you’re not going to tell anyone. Not a single fucking word.”

You feel that fear roar to life with his jerky, desperate movements. You try to pull away, fighting the longer he holds on, that drunken fire slowly leaving your eyes. “Let go of me. I just want my headphones.”

“No– stop struggling– say you aren’t going to tell anyone.” His face twists in anger as his grip tightens on your wrists. Panic fills your eyes. He’s not right. In a desperate move, you somehow manage to shove him off you, sending him back into a wall– hard. You stand there, watching as he straightens up, his eyes almost demented. 

You feel a chill go through your body. You back away towards the door, hand gripping the handle.

“I’m telling them.”

You whip around, about to take off running when he grabs your arm and rips you backward, yelling as he shoves back into the room and shutting the door with a slam. “No!”

You shriek, adrenaline taking over as you whip around and punch him hard in the jaw, trying to get away. But he gets your elbow again and pulls you back with a strained grunt, throwing you to a jagged wall. You feel the ripped up metal scratch at your skin through your clothes, bruising you slightly. He’s just about to grab your wrists again when you knee him right in the crotch, sending him reeling.

You stumble past him, breathing hard. You should have left earlier. Fear rockets through your veins, sobering you up more than anything else ever could have. You trip on metal debris littering the floor, quickly scrambling to your feet as best as you can.

Jimmy is desperate. No one needs to know what he did, he can’t let them know, he can’t let you tell anyone, you can’t tell anyone, you can’t, you can’t–

He sees a jagged metal pole sticking out of the wall, the end sharp and lethal if touched. He doesn’t think. He can’t think. He only does.

So he stops you right as you reach the door and he shoves you right into the rebar. There’s a sickening squish and a strangled gasp. Your hand slowly, shakily comes up to your stomach, feeling the now-bloodied end of the metal pole sticking right out of your stomach.

Impaled.

Jimmy stumbles back as you choke on blood that rises up in your throat, leaking out of the corner of your mouth. You can only watch wordlessly, as he just leaves you in the dark, shutting the door behind him.

Six hours and fifty minutes until judgement.

Daisuke has checked every single room you could’ve been in. All the other rooms are foamed up or unusable, no reason for you to be in there. He paces the halls, his chest tightening with each lap around the ship. He should’ve found you by now.

He goes past Swansea guarding the foamed up utility room, snoring loudly in his chair. He doesn’t even pay any mind to the Polle posters decorating the walls.

He reaches the same dead end with no sign of you, and he curses under his breath. Why hasn’t he found you yet? You have to be here. You have to–

He hears the sound of a weak, barely-there call for help. Muffled by a door or a wall or something. His heart picks up. He checks door by door, even the foamed up rooms to find you. And on the fourth door, he enters a dark room.

He can hear the sound of something dripping and the faint, pained breathing of someone. The light from the doorway lights up the edge of a puddle of dark red, thick and viscous. 

The lights flicker on. His heart drops. 

You’re barely standing, legs having gone numb, only held up by the rusty, blood-soaked metal pole going through your stomach. Your clothes are soaked red from the waist down, gathering in a puddle beneath you. You breathe weakly, green eyes wide and teary as they meet his.

Is this hell? Is he imagining this? This can’t be real. You can’t be… this can’t…

His body finally reacts, stumbling forward, legs like lead. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help– he’s shaking, hands hovering over you, unsure of how to help you in this condition. He doesn’t even realize he’s rambling, panicked.

“No, no, nononono– shitshitshit what- what happened? Oh– oh my god, there’s so much blood, I don’t– I’m not– ”

You cough up more blood into your cold hand, the sound wet and painful. Your whole body lurches forward with the effort, trembling hard as pain radiates like molten lava from your wound. Daisuke sees you weaken once the coughing stops, quickly holding your face in his hands and hurriedly whispering to you.

“Nononono– don’t– don’t close your eyes, o-okay? I- I’m gonna fix th- fix this. You’re gonna be okay.”

Hee can’t tell if he’s saying it more to himself or you. You slump forward, your head resting on his shoulder. Everything’s so cold. Black edges at your vision, but you fight through it to speak weakly in his ear.

“...y’ found me.”

Daisuke nods, trying to keep his breathing steady so he can figure out a way to fix this. He smiles half-heartedly, setting his hands on your shoulders, hands warm against your cold skin.

“Y- Yeah. I did. I always do.”

And through the pain that lights up your body with every breath in, every twitch, through the numbness that swallows your legs and hands, through the chill of blood loss– you smile softly into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. He’s always been the one to keep you calm. 

He’s always been the one for you. The one who you would’ve gone crazy without on this ship. The one who’s made you smile since the day you met him, the one who’s shared his secrets and sugar packets unabashedly with you. You feel your heart warm.

You mumble quietly, a hazy confession you knew you should’ve made a long, long time ago. You know you don’t have much time for this, anyway

“...’m in love with you.”

And at that small, weak confession from you, Daisuke tears up. Because for the person he’s grown so close to, the person he’s loved, to be reduced to this? He wanted to confess a week or two from now. Not like this. Never like this. He sniffles, pressing his face to your shoulder as he wraps his arms gently, ever so gently around you.

“Don’t- don’t say it like that,” he manages to get out, voice choked and broken, “Don’t say it like- like it’s goodbye– you’re gonna be okay, I swear–”

The feeling in your body is receding fast. Your eyes flutter shut, breath coming in shallow little inhales, the pain fading to a cold ache in the pit of your chest. You whisper, words uncoordinated with the blood loss.

“L-Live. Please. Get off this sh-ship. ‘n don’t- don’t trust Jimmy.”

Daisuke can’t help but let out a choked sob at the sound of those words, hugging you tighter. He doesn’t want you to go. He can’t. He can’t do this without you. And as childish as he sounds, he speaks quietly into your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go.”

Somehow, you manage to come up with the strength to run a hand through his hair, the feeling dulled by the numbness. You can feel static start to take over your vision, your hearing, all your senses. Your time is up. Quietly, you whisper., focusing on the lingering warmth he’s always brought you.

“...’m sorry.”

And with a strained exhale and a slight shudder–

You go limp.

Six hours until judgement.

Daisuke doesn’t know how long he spent in that room crying. How much time he spent cleaning the blood from your face, your hands, brushing your hair back from your face.

In his head, he justifies it by saying he wanted to make sure that whoever finds his ship will see you for who you were. Not just an impaled young adult.

He really just wanted to feel you one last time.

But when he stumbles back into the lounge, he’s met with Jimmy brewing a mocktail, pouring in something he can’t see. Jimmy sees the blood on Daisuke’s shirt, his red eyes. 

He pays it no mind, voice gruff.

“Daisuke. I need your help with the utility room. You’re gonna help me get Anya out.”

evil smile. hope u liked this took me way longer than I thought but I guess it's because I'm a yapper LMFAOOAO

btw expect some daisuke relationship headcanons soon. much love to the daisuke lovers. okay bye

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*swipes cheek* i stole your mole

”NOOOOOOOOO!😭”

[eliossun]

Tulpar crew, reporting for duty!

[eliossun]

From my rotting body flowers shall grow

[eliossun]

useless ray of goddamn sunshine

that moment when i realized swansea breaking the screen was foreshadowing for daisukes death 👍

[eliossun]

HOT FREAKS!

synopsis : an alternate universe, where you face a particularly warm summer. and maybe, you've just realized that you're in deep, deep trouble.

characters : daisuke (mouthwashing) x gn!reader

content : crushing. a lot of crushing.

wc : 600+

author notes at the end!!!

it's summer.

the sun is bright, with the fan on full speed, and frozen treats will eventually melt onto your hand, sticky residue forgotten. 

it's /summer/.

that means you'll be loitering around a certain boy’s room with the windows open, and the low buzz of pixelated music in the background. it’s a routine at this point, the way your body finds itself at the same spot every year, slouching on the messy bed. it sports different patterned sheets every time you visit. it was pandas last time, and this time - it seems to be hibiscus patterned. 

you swear that there was a shirt with the same exact print in his closet. did he buy it in a set, or something? you try to imagine what the person who thought to do this, and what they were thinking. … ah. does it really matter? 

you would normally entertain these questions - but the way your brain is getting fried right now isn’t really helping. the heat is really getting to you. “hey.”

- and your counterpart seems to have gotten the memo.

your eyes flicker towards his, to at least acknowledge that you did hear him, and god. 

he looks like he’s suffering as much as you are. but with the way his features gleam when the sun shines on him is unfair. how come you’re stuck with clothes glued onto your skin, damp and wet from sweat, while he gets to look like - you don’t know - a highschool heart throb? 

his hair filters the sunlight - making his hair look like it’s glowing brown, while his eyes seem to gleam - looking more golden than brown right at the moment. .. god. you’re so pissed. “why do you seem more upset now..”

daisuke frowns, and you only notice then, that you’re also frowning. you immediately correct your expression. you look away, arms folded. “nothing.”

“ooooo-kay. weirdo.”

you continue to sulk. not that you would admit that you were sulking, of course. .. so the next best thing to do is to make sure you looked like you weren’t sulking. you try your best - face slowly straightening out, removing any semblance of a pout, or any expression at all. it’s rather hard to do, once again, because of the heat.

you close your eyes. this is all because of the heat. you won't accept defeat. you're going to face the epitome of sunshine straight on, and you're going to win. after much self-convincing, you open your eyes, ready to face the sun itself.

but when you finally look back at him, you’re not met with a view of the male sitting beside you with his eyes trained on the television, no.

you’re instead met with brown hair kissing your own hair strands, his face so close - and his lips even closer. 

and he seems oblivious about it - a smile on his lips, dimples showing, as a triumph look shines in his eyes.

“done sulking?”

with each syllabus - you can feel the heat of his breath hit your skin.

you can barely breathe. your chest feels so full. your brain isn’t responding.

fuck.

you can’t get your eyes off him.

fuck.

“let’s play a ga-oomf!”

before your brain could formulate another thought, you slammed a pillow onto his face. as soon as he was down on the bed, temporarily immobilised, you immediately scramble towards the exit of the room, door already open, and your heart pounding than your own voice -

“you suck! you really suck!"

a pause ensues. before you shuffle back to the door frame - with only your middle finger in view for the male to see.

“fuck you!” you could already imagine his face of confusion once you come back. god - you'll deal with it later. for now you'll deal with the warmness in your face, and the same one in your chest that feels like it's going to explode.

this is all because of the heat. you swear.

hi. i hope you like it :33 title reference : hot freaks suits daisuke so much. this is a small snippet of what i have in mind. reader (at this point, it feels like an oc, doesnt it..) is the black cat counterpart of daisuke (golden retriever). this is the point where reader realized that they had a crush on daisuke. they have a bit of history, maybe went to high school for a while tgt, or maybe they're childhood friends :) it's up to interpretation. my reqs are open! i can write a more neutral reader oorr if youd prefer, my own reader !! (the one in this fic) tysm for reading my first fic in a while! edit : small typo! (im unsure what else to tag this with……... )