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❝ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Cameron x Gender-neutral! Reader

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ An assortment of smutshots for the dateables that have piqued my interest!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted on AO3 | Kissing | Cam Love route | Cursing | Throat Fucking | Cum eating

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ This ending has really stuck with me.

Cam pulls out a positively ancient cucumber, a devilish glint in his brown eyes, you question how long it’s been there only to be silenced by the wrinkled cucumbers on your lips...

“Nonononoo shhhhhh…” Cameron hushes you, a moment ago he was with you on the floor, not now though, as you look up into his dark and soulful eyes, you know in that instance the dynamic between the two of you has most definitely changed. You prepped yourself for a joke, thanks to your SPECs, you were as ready as ever to diffuse the situation with humor–“Mmmpgh!” You feel wetness against your lips, “Cam-!? Mmpgh-?!” You allow its entrance, the moment you call out to your newfound lover, he's quick to put something in there to shut you up.

Your mouth reconstructs itself to coddle the tip safely, it's almost instinct to allow him to put it in, you look up through your lashes with your lips now fully covering the head, the wicked smile on his face only fills with determination as he begins to pat your head, “Look at you, finally shutting that big fuckin’ mouth of yours!” He chirps, there's about as much positive energy as you expect from your grungy lover.

Regardless, you're only allowed this moment to reflect on your situation before he begins to go back on the prowl.

It's weird how wet and cold it is, it's able to slip past your lips and safely onto your tongue thanks to the carpet you lay out over your teeth, it almost makes Cameron hunch over and explode in your mouth right then and there, but he couldn't allow you to make fun of him for busting too quick when he finally had you beneath him like this. 

To see you, who just only seen him as a trash can, take whatever he gave to you, like you had done to him all these years. 

In fact, he's tickled pink by the situation; he does nothing to hide how satisfied he is by this and desires to push you to your very limits.

You feel the way your mouth slowly widens up for him, the length seeming never-ending as he continues to take his time to shove his dick down your throat. It takes a while before you feel him graze the back of your throat. Your eyes have only become more watery now that you're stretching your mouth so wide for Cameron. Honestly, you're bewildered by the feeling of a few tears rolling down the sides of your cheeks as you feel him just playing around with your gag reflex to get more saliva bubbling out of your mouth.

“Shit, how deep does it go?” You muffle something in response, your eyes half-lidded with the feeling of his large cock just taking up space, you're unable to respond and you fear if you move your tongue you might trigger something.

You hate how high you got your fucking SPECs…

“What was that?” Cameron puts a hand to his ear to help hear you, "You're just as eager to find out how far my cock goes down your throat?”

Your eyes quickly shoot open, and you shake your head a little bit, but Cam is quick to start petting your head heavy-handedly. There's this sadistic smirk that comes back up, “Yeah? You'd love to?” You try to shake your head, yet the only thing you're given is Cameron’s hand on top of your skull, just forcing you to nod before he bares his teeth at you in a seething grin. 

“Glad we were able to bond, human.” 

Cameron wasted no second making sure that you were kissing the base of his cock, he's fully engulfed in all your mouth has to offer and there's nothing for you to do but take it as you gag and muffle some moans and grunts while trying to accommodate the rest of him. You weren't able to get a good look at him, your eyes now directed to his mons. 

Luckily for Cameron, he still had the front-row seat to watch you take everything he was gonna give you. 

There's a forest of dark brown hair, it lightly coats Cameron's belly button but gets thicker the more you go down his pelvis, and soon enough, your nose is in a sea of his hair as your chin is met with the heavy smacking of his balls. 

In these moments no real words are being said, you try your hardest to cancel out your moans and whimpers every time you feel him kiss the cervix of your throat, regardless, you listen out to hear his grunts as he begins to ruthlessly fuck into your throat. It doesn't seem like he's listening to you just savoring the feeling of having you in this position, the feeling of your head in his hands is almost dizzying and now here you were getting your face fucked by him?

God, he was reeling…

You feel your throat closed around the tip of the appendage, there are soft gurgles that you'll say you were trying to fight back against it but you could stop him at any time with the Dateviators, you know it and he knows it, and yet, here you are just allowing him pound into your needy throat and praying he fills your throat up with his cum.

It's almost a mind fuck for you, you just confessed your love to your trash can, and you were still getting the hang of the glasses but you could've never expected something like this to happen…It's shocking! You could only allow yourself to bask in the bliss that was this moment, skin slapping against skin, with those hard and rough grunts as he slams his cock down your throat with a hope that he isn't going to break your jaw while he's searching for more of the power he's gotten high on. 

Cameron needs this.

The way he grabs your skull and slams into you with reckless abandon in the middle of a kitchen with no care at all, it's almost thrilling for him, and before he allows himself to release his hot cum into your desperate throat he'll tear his cock out of your throat. You're quick to gag and choke from the sudden oxygen before being forced into your lungs, you gasp as your hands dart for your throat and pray that this won't kill you.

Your eyes are watery, a bit puffy from what Cameron can tell, but there's only a joyous grin as he's met by your heavy breathing and wet eyes. Trust me when I say, there's nothing he's ever admired more than that fucked out look on your face. 

“Got a good break?”

You couldn't even pick your head up to respond, 

Cam is quick to palm your scalp and pull you right back onto his dick, your lips right around the appendage once more as he began to 

“I felt bad, thinking you wouldn't be able to breathe while you took me?” You don't respond, you only allow your skull to be thoroughly fucked as the heat between your legs becomes a slick mess that you'll most likely have to change out of before you talk to any of the other dateables.

“...the thought of you dying ‘cause you're choking on my dick?” You flutter your lashes unintentionally, you look uncaring in Cameron's eyes for a moment as if what he was saying was being dismissed when in reality you were just unable to hear anything besides the sound of wet skin slapping against skin, the sound of the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat and the sound of your whimpers and gagging. 

Cameron stops, and you watch as his face twists into anger, he's peeved you'd even try to act above him when you had his cock in your throat. “That turns you on?” You tilt your head, wondering how in the world he wants you to answer this question when he's shoving his dick down your esophagus with the proficiency of a racehorse.  

“Go on and rub yourself.” You feel your head lazily fall into Cameron's grasp, the willingness only made him tighten his grip on that scalp of yours. You put all your energy into slipping your hands into your undergarments and going for your genitals. You feel the heat on your cheeks is only second to Dante’s inferno. The man barks out a laugh at you, “Go on,” You slowly pull your hand out, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna get it on Florence!” Your eyes widen, and you're quick to try and get rid of it, but it doesn't even make it an inch before Cameron snatches up your wrist. 

You gasp, flinching at his touch, your eyes shoot up, and you straighten your posture as you feel all the saliva build up around the bottom of your lip and chin, you feel a drop leave your chin, and you're flooded with embarrassment as you think about the mess you're probably leaving. 

You can't even think of it anymore once you are presented with the sights and sensations that await you, as Cameron’s nails dig into your wrists you feel that fat plump pink tongue roll out of his lips and makes its way around your hands, collecting as much fluid as he can with just his tongue before he slowly begins to suck each and one of your fingers. 

“How many licks do you think it'll take for us to get to the center?”

You feel him on your pinky, you doubt there's something, but you can't even focus on that thought with the feeling of him going back to pumping into your throat; however, he's taking his time, just like he is with your finger…

“You're a little fuckin’ freak.” 

Cam spits at you whilst his lips glide up and down your ring finger, you dig your teeth into your lips, only to forget the tip that was right there. You watch as Cam’s face scrunches, and he winces, but this whimper of pain only sounds more filthy than anything. You watch as he's quick to abandon your ring finger for your middle. 

“Argh! Fuck!” 

Cameron's quick to bite you back, taking his time on the middle one since it's collected the most of your fluids, the two of you only return to your positions with a split-second glare between the two of you before divulging back into the pleasure that left the two of you melting in the kitchen. 

It doesn't take long before you feel him begin to quicken the pace once more, he's going, and going, and the feeling of his heavy balls practically whining at the touch of your skin almost made him empty them in seconds. Cameron's lucky you can't tell how ready he is to blow, your blissed-out expression only allows him to be more immersed before he allows this feeling to take him over once more.

The rush of his seed flooding your throat leaves you only half a second to respond to make sure you don't choke to death on your trash can’s cum. 

You watch once more as he slowly pulls out of you, there are thick ropes of cum coating your esophagus as he makes his way out and you try your best to keep your closed to contain all of it, you feel his tip slowly leave your mouth and your quick to pucker to make sure none of the fluids escape. 

Cameron’s head is rolled back, only low grunts and pants escape him, and as his jaw slackens from the feeling. He turns down to look at you with a softened expression. It felt like the Devil was looking down at you to grant you this one gentle bliss from what your jaw was just put through. 

Lowering himself just a bit and roughly tugging you up to kiss him, you feel his thick pink tongue around yours in an instant, ignoring the cum he just filled it with just to make sure you could feel the little muscle around yours. Your face flushes as you moan into the kiss, and your lashes close in seconds as you hiccup into the kiss, his tongue takes yours down in seconds and takes the time to explore the cavern his cock was once in. 

This kiss doesn't last long though, he just swirls it around yours, takes your tongue down in seconds, and wastes no time to turn away from you to face the setting sun that highlighted the smooth vanilla skin that Cam was blessed with. 

You smack your lips together quietly, there are hints of you in there, but it doesn't overwhelm his taste, but you feel as if it almost complements it all, just knowing it's both of you willing to mix yourselves. 

Your eyes flutter open, and you're met by the hard gaze bestowed on the brunette beauty before you. You feel his hands instead cup your face, you hope it's another kiss, and as you allow your eyes to close once more, your mouth is only met with something familiar in texture to a Kiwi. 

Your mouth is now around one of his balls, one of the ones he was able to put in while he tried to stifle his laughter at your hopeful expression. Unfortunately, he lets out a snicker at the sight. You don't know how much your ego can take! “Look at you, got me turning into fuckin’ chuckles.” That's when his eyes, mixed with lust and frustration, landed on yours: “You can take more.”

And you do. 

“Ugh, you got all your slobber on that fantastic red shit of yours, guess I'll have to take it off and get you changed?” You only nod meekly, you're unsure if you could imagine him fucking one of your orifices after the way he handled your mouth, but here you were, “Well since it's already dirty, we could cover it in more stuff and make it filthy .”

[ouchthathurts]

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Daisuke x AFAB! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 6.8k

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ You've accepted your fate on the Pony Express, and, unfortunately,  now that you're stuck here, you've been appointed the Co-Captain!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted on AO3 | Cursing | Verbal Abuse | Physical Abuse | Vomit | Drinking | Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ Song descion was super hard, I can't write for this next chapter!

It has been the two most miserable months of your fucking life.

You’d wish this on your worst enemy tenfold, and luckily for you, he was there alongside you suffering just as much thanks to the decommissioned Captain Curly—My apologies, just Curly, it was Captain Jimmy who now manned this vessel alone, since he decided that he was the most fit captain, in his fucking dreams. You’re overjoyed to have a front-row seat to watch as he’s disillusioned by the rank. In the first couple of weeks, he was enthralled by the situation, taking leadership when it was announced that Curly wouldn’t be able to do much of anything.

After the crash, Curly was practically unrecognizable; he was missing everything that made Curly…Curly, to be completely honest. There's no smile awaiting you anymore when you walk into the room; his eyelids, dressed with intrigue and hanging low, which expressed his relaxed and confident attitude to everything, were now eviscerated. You couldn't hear that booming cheer that escaped him and a hearty laugh that told you all you needed to know about him.

All those features were incinerated away, and his body, now wrapped in bandages and dressed in a hospital gown, awaited the nurse of the Tuplar.

It's crushing to look at him, you find yourself staring at him longer than you should, and he takes notice since his eyes are still moving around, well, eye. Curly’s mouth is fully exposed, but nothing leaves it besides noises. You try to tell a joke, a simple knock knock that only leaves him to just stare at you blankly, “I hope you can still feel the humour of what I said, y'know, it's hard to talk to people that don't talk back, much harder than when you talk to someone that can talk back since you don't…really…” You notice his eye isn't on you, it's drifted away as you monologue. 

You follow his eye, finding your newly appointed captain towering behind you. 

It's almost exhausting being drained that fast, it felt like having your first time and blowing your load before you could even savor the feeling. A one pump chump, “Ah, Jimbo, what's poppin’?” The man takes his time to address you, “Where have you been?” The clear anger in his voice caused you to roll your eyes at him, and he snapped at you in response, “Oh! I’m sooooo sorry, Co-Captain F/N, that I inconvenience you with your job. You act like I can do this job alone!” You flinch at him yelling, getting irritated by the fact that he was already tired of his situation. 

That first couple of weeks were just a grace period that fell rapidly, you won't lie that as much as you really did hate being around Jimmy, it brought you so much joy to see him do so much for a group that still saw the relationship as transactional. 

Jimmy needed that status, that pompous dick needed that title to make him feel better about it all. You believed that he truly lost his marbles in that crash, you think everyone has, everyone's on edge for the soul fact that a company, who's just fired all its members, has crashed and they won't spend anyone to come and retrieve this band of useless employees that just sucked money out of a company that constantly demanded more and more work. You sighed, watching as Jimmy crumbled underneath the pressure, and he turned to you with this sorrowful look on his face, “Please, F/N, you know I need your help in what Curly's left me with…” You scoff at him, “You decided to take responsibility, you could've let Swansea take over, but no! You needed to be just like Curly, it's honestly fucking–” You watched as the man shrinked before you, and you almost felt bad for this everyman with nothing ahead of him besides this job, it's pathetic and yet you find yourself sighing as you try to muster up some advice for this man so he doesn't drive this group into the bigger hole that you'd already been dug into thanks to Curly.

To say you were shocked by Curly crashing was most definitely not on your bingo card for whatever the hell happened after firing, in fact, it made no sense as to why he would even want to crash in the first place when he had so much going for him after it. You're not surprised, given that Jimmy and he were friends, but to go this extreme? “Oh, Jimmy. It's okay, it's going to be okay, you're going to do an amazing job as Captain and I heavily doubt you're going to fuck this up worse than Curly has but then against you can't crash the ship again.” You snicker only to be met by Jimmy grabbing the collar of your uniform, you hiss as your hands look for Curly's bed for stability and you look up into Jimmy's eyes whose hair covers bits of his eyes as he just stares at you, “You need to treat me better if you're gonna work alongside me.” 

The glazed-over eyes were thanks to the exhaustion of his self-appointed position. They're hollow and soulless, the once-pity you held for him now washed away by the realization of what he actually was. “You get that? Don't you? Y'know what you're supposed to do and what's going to happen if you don't do it?” The grip on your collar makes your eyes widen, and you feel the tips of your toes hold onto any feelings of the floor as you're dragged up to Jimmy's eye level. “Let fucking go of me.” You bare your teeth at the man and he does the same back, “When you fucking understand what I fucking need from you, do not pity me like some fucking child, you have to support me not coddle me.” You roll your eyes at his behavior, “Oh, please, tell me how hard it is to the job you've been watching Curly do for fucking years!” Jimmy drops you instantly, and you find yourself stumbling, reaching for support from Curly’s table before you hear the door open. 

You gasp for air and you feel the imprint of Jimmy's fist on your throat had most definitely left some type of bruise, you reach for your collar and hiss, “You stretched it, asswipe!” “Oh, F/N, you're in here too?” You perk up, making your way from behind Jimmy to see Anya with a smile on her face, but her eyes wide and in shock, you're embarrassed by the scene before you, and quickly shake your hands. “Hey, Nurse Anya!” You giddily make your way over to her before Jimmy grabs the back of your uniform and pulls you back, you stumble a bit, and you only meet her halfway before Jimmy speaks up. “Anya, I was just about to call a meeting for us, I wanna discuss getting to the cargo.” You look up at Jimmy with a raised brow, “Why didn't you tell me that?” “Guess you just got too busy running your mouth to listen to me. Next time, if you're quiet, someone will take the time to learn about your opinion on things.” You cross your arms, “Oh? What's that supposed to mean?” Jimmy sneers, that same fucking sneer he's been doing whenever he says something so ignorant and has to explain the more stupid ideals that support his illogical statement. 

“If you were more like Anya, I would've taken you more seriously.” You bark out a laugh at him, “Like I'd give a shit if some sorry excuse for a captain doesn't see me as the model worker. At the end of the day, you appointed me your co-captain, so let me know when you need your so-called ‘support’.” You spat, waving him off as you made your way out of Medbay, “See you at the meeting, Anya.” You muttered, not with malicious intentions, but Jimmy’s existence did nothing but make you irritated…besides, Anya would ask one of you to feed Curly his pills if you stayed longer…

That experience alone tops all your beatings from childhood. 

It doesn't take long before you're all summoned to the table, Jimmy wraps up his argument, "Anyone else would do the same thing." It comes to no surprise that Swansea doesn’t agree, “We ain’t touching the damn cargo. The hold is locked down for a reason. The only thing worse than dyin’ slowly is not gettin’ paid.” Anya interjects, "But it could be something useful. I think–” “Could be what? Hopes, dreams, and marzipan? Hah!" You speak up, “Don't knock down Anya.” The group directs their attention to you, “There's most definitely something in that cargo that's going to help us out because I strongly doubt I'm ready to die for this piece of shit of a company just because you can't see beyond the pay.” Swansea argued, “Of course you're not worried about being paid, some of us are adults with their own families to worry about, you don't even call your mother–” “I'm so sorry? Who the fuck told you all that?” The older man clears his throat before crossing his arms, “Captain Curly, he said you were having a hard time and to let you breathe! But from where I'm lookin’, you're nothing more than a pessimistic broad.” “Bite me, old man!”

Jimmy slams his hand on the table, drawing the attention of the group. Anya mumbles under her breath as she crosses her arms, “You don’t have to…” “If it helps us survive, it’s worth it.” Daisuke playfully groans at the thought, “Man. Pony Express bosses really aren’t chill at all, huh?” The young man then turns to the older one, with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen, you feel your heart swell ten times its size as you look away from the scene to hide your flushed face. “C’mon. A quick look won’t hurt.” Swansea scoffs at the boy, "How exactly is this group therapy committee planning on gettin’ in there?” Anya lets out an exasperated sigh, and you join her, it felt like talking to a more bearable Jimmy, it seemed like Daisuke was the only one who was willing to work along with everyone. “Oh, right here, boss!” The young man then gestures to himself, flipping his hair with a coy grin, "You’re looking at the meanest swing of the regional junior baseball team!” Daisuke then turned his body towards you, the seating arrangement was apparent to the group as you sat closest to the person you worked with, well, not you and Jimmy, since you both sat at the opposite ends of the table with Anya and Daisuke sitting at either side and Swansea sitting next to Daisuke. 

“You remember when I straight up corked a kid, F/N?” 

The look in his eyes felt off You probably looked too deep into it, but you missed those honey colored orbs that shined like the sun. You rolled your eyes at his behavior, just trying to hide the grin pulling up on your face, with you planting the lower half of your face in your hand. “God, that kid’s black eye must’ve lasted him months.” Daisuke smiled, “Exactly! If I got ahold on that utility axe and–" Swansea immediately shut shit down,  “You were goddamn born fully corked!” Jimmy lets out an exhausted sigh. "That’s enough, Swansea.” The man pinches the bridge of his nose, “There has to be an 'in case of emergency' way inside.” There’s a moment of silence in the group before Anya immediately perks up, “If I remember correctly from the safety protocols…The doors should have an alternate access code. But it can only be uncovered using a code scanner device.” You smacked your teeth, “Curly’s the only one who had that scanner.” “Of course! Go ahead and ask him all about it then. Maybe he’ll sing ya the blues too!” You and Anya let out another shared sigh, “We don’t need him if we find the scanner, get the code, and open the hold.  For better or worse, I’m captain now.” You and Anya looked at each other. “I’ll figure it out.” Jimmy notices your held gaze and quickly snaps his hand to gain your attention, you're mad it works, “The co-captain and I will go search for it, two heads are better than one.” 

“I can help too!” 

Everyone’s attention is turned to Daisuke, they look to him, awaiting for someone to say something, you hope it’s you, “I don't think so, Daisuke. I think both of us got it handled, don’t we?” You want to disagree, you really, really, do, but when the insult was conjured in your mind, you immediately thought back to what happened in the Medbay.

You look to Daisuke, “Captain’s orders.” 

With that, the group dispersed. 

You look around the lounge area, and the sleeping areas established by the group were not the worst, better than the blankets from the quarters. You didn’t mind Swansea’s snoring or Daisuke’s video games, honestly, the company has been keeping you from officially going nuclear. You’re thankful for the background noise that awaits you, and you were overjoyed to find everyone confiding in each other, well, except for Jimmy. You were his personal diary and punching bag. Verbally or physically? Who's to say? “We should probably check in on everyone after such a frustrating meeting, don't you think?” Jimmy raises a brow, “We should just go look for the scanner and see what the hell we’re lifting.” “Y’know, Captain, it’s hard to provide support to make you a better captain when you don’t follow it.” “That’s advice…” You almost snap at him, “Support is advice? Have you ever had anyone be genuinely nice to you in your life?” 

You’re not surprised if not, with the way he just beat you into playing his PR, “Fine. Who do we talk to first?” You head begins to head over to Daisuke, “Oh, you wanna talk, Daisuke?” “You’re the one who told him he couldn’t come with us, it’s best we do damage control for that before we  do anything else, you failed excuse of a captain.” Jimmy immediately brings his large hand to your forehead and flicks it, his rough hands from working the job and weightlifting on make the impact hurt more and those scraggly nails nick it just to leave you with a sting for you to remind yourself when you wanna talk shit.

The two of you make your way over to Daisuke, who’s sitting next to the screen. Daisuke perks up at your sight, but his tail sways lowly as he notices Jimmy by your side. “Looks like it’ll be soup again for dinner. You guys wanna rock paper scissors for the chicken noodle?” “I called that shit yesterday so watch ya’ mouth.” Daisuke snickers, his cheeks heighten to make his eyes smile lovingly at you, “How much food do we have left?” Jimmy asks with Daisuke answering with the uncertainty as his eyes stay on you, “I’d say like, 4 months-ish?” “Damn, what’s the air supply left on us?” Jimmy hums, “Less than the remaining air supply, but we can make it last. In theory. We’ll be starting to poke new holes in our belts pretty soon to pull that off.” You scoff at that, “Damn, sorry about your bulking.” Daisuke rolls his eyes, “Man. My mom will straight up stuff me when I get back. I’ll look like Swansea!” You hold back your laughter with a big, toothy smile, “We’ll have a rad story to tell though. They might even write articles about us. We could be on TV!” Silence fills the air, and you elbow Jimmy immediately as Daisuke tilts his head, awaiting a response,  "Uh, it’ll impress the ladies too." You fake gag at the two, “What a couple of sluts, looking for the attention of women.” You snicker, and Daisuke’s quick to interject, “If I make it out of here, I’ll be so popular–Someone on my arm to comfort me after all this.” 

You're beating down newfound feelings like Jimmy’s taught you. 

From what you gathered in Swansea and Daisuke’s relationship, it’s obvious he’s just a follower looking for his mentor. Daisuke is proud to be around Swansea, that he could single-handedly fix the ship if you guys find spare parts. You find it adorable, and you admire him for his expression, whilst he admires his old man.

After parting ways from Daisuke, Jimmy is quick to comment, “You two were chummy.” You scoff, you can’t believe he’s pulling that bullshit when you just did what he asked. You smack your tongue against the roof of your mouth as the two of you walk off, “Let's just go look for the scanner.”

The first clue to finding the scanner came from Daisuke, who tells you that Anya’s been on that manual like it was her holy scriptures. As you walk your med by all that surrounds the area, all the forms fill around the area, giving you the grim reminder of how close you all were to death. As the medical door slides open, your mat with Anya standing near Curly's body as he lies motionless on the cot. You notice the vent that's been covered up by the blue medical dividers, Jimmy’s quick to lull you, “Swansea says the vent is fried.” You roll your eyes before finding the smile on your face upon seeing Anya, “Howdy Nurse Anya, how's the patient?” You chirp, your giddy expression almost tears her down with a small twinge in the corner of her lips as she's met with your colorful face. “Well, Co Captain, [L/N], he doesn’t want to keep still anymore." "What about the painkillers?" Jimmy interjects, "He – It just hurts him so much. I can’t stand the noise." Anya sighs, and your face falls with hers. "...You did make it through nursing school, right? Pony Express sure does know how to cut corners, if nothing else." You elbow him, and the silence in the room fills the area.

You're embarrassed by Jimmy's existence, you're sure his mother feels the same way. “Do you think you have any idea where the scanner is?” You ask, you try to save face, but with Jimmy, all you can do is bare your teeth and accept your fate. "Um, I was thinking... we never went back into the cockpit after we dragged him out." Jimmy is quick to cut in,  "It’s almost entirely foamed up. Kind of a miracle Curly didn’t end up fossilized. But it could still be unstable."  "I just think, well, it’s the only place the code scanner could still be." You nod your head, “Anya’s right, we're shit out of luck if we don't at least check.” Jimmy crosses his arms, unsure of your certain decision making, nonetheless, Anya is thrilled you listened to her. "I know you’ll both figure it out. You’re both so capable!" You feel this large smile on your face, "Oh, also… well, uhm…” “Whatever it is, Anya, we gotcha!” You chirp, Jimmy gives you a harsh glare, before Anya continues. 

“I was hoping one of you could help me with Captain–" "Curly." Jimmy sneers, Anya’s reaction is obvious, and you look concerned for a moment before turning to Jimmy with a glare, "Right, sorry ...w-with Curly’s medication?" You feel this feeling begin to build up in your chest, and it's similar to swallowing cement; you couldn't fathom doing something like that again after the first time when Jimmy faked being asleep, you're pained by the idea, and you couldn't face her.  "People have to be worth their titles. Don’t you think, nurse Anya?" You look down at your shoes, you feel the hurt in Anya’s voice as she replies, "...Y-yeah. Forget I asked." 

Jimmy notices you both with your heads down; he's embarrassed by the sight of you not even speaking up, but when it came to cussing him out and telling him what to do, you were all over him. The man lets out a disgusted sigh, “I'll take care of it.” Anya’s head perks up, you hear her breath hitch in relief, and your head stays down in embarrassment. "A-are you gonna feed Curly his meds? He really suffers without them…" "Yeah, yeah." Jimmy grumbles, you hear his footsteps begin to soften as he snatches up the painkillers on her desk, they’re the only remnants of medicine that's left on the Tuplar, he makes his way over to Curly’s body, "His bandages are also looking… wet.” Anya sighs, "I know…We’re out of fresh ones." That's when Jimmy’s footsteps become louder, you feel his presence all around you, and you're assured that it's him the moment he puts his hand on your shoulder, “I believe it's your turn, Co-Captain.” You can feel your heart drop to your arse, you pull up your head from the floor to face the man as he looks at you with a small smile, “Remember, I did it last time when you got scared at the noises.” 

Jimmy reaches for your hand and opens your palm, and plants the pills into your hand. The rattling doesn't do you justice, as it only knocks down any confidence you had before. You feel your pupils dilate, the dash from Jimmy to the pills and Curly, your hands begin to tremble, and Jimmy's smile only becomes wider at the sensation.

“Well, get to it.” Jimmy breezes past you and out of the Med-Bay. “I'll be looking for the scanner.” 

There you are, the pills in your hands and Curly's eye just staring you down, Anya doesn't even lift her head to look at you, you know it sickens her, and you feel your heart come to a stop with the only sound filling your ears is his labored breathing.  As you pop off the cap, the sound signals to Anya, like a gun being shot to start the race, to leave the area with urgency. “Excuse me, sorry!”  You listen as her shoes become a distant thought, the adrenaline that spikes in you doesn't even allow the memory of her comfort, you take out the pill and open up Curly's mouth. The skin is like leather. Instinctively, he closes his mouth, and you feel his jagged teeth run across your skin, you feel your stomach about to leap out of your throat, but you continue. You use your fingers to slide the pill down his throat, as you listen to him choke and his gummy mouth surrounds your fist, the soup begins to clog your throat, and your pursed lips are its only barrier against it.

You wouldn't allow yourself to hurt Curly more by vomiting on him.

Once you were done with Curly, he stared back up at you, you don't know if he can blink or if his eyelids have been burned off by the impact, but the look in his eyes was enough to make you weak in the knees. You're planted still, the vomit that surrounded your feet was similar to cement, and as Curly looked up at you when you looked down at him, you could do nothing more but accept your fate. You buried your teeth at the idea of having to see Jimmy, and he couldn't fathom being around anybody who would make you something like this. “Why did you do this, Curly?” You spoke, your cough up noodle chunks and wipe your face, “I just–I just don't see why you'd do this to me? I have to go with that fucking psychopath everywhere, then I can't even talk to one person I want to because of him, and now I can't even stand being in the room with my one and only friend on this ship because of you.” You feel the hot tears in your eyes begin to build up, they're scorching, and you try to blink them away, but you know these tears aren't meant to coddle you through this. You begin to wipe against your face, these tears continue to burn, and they continue to run like a faucet, and it leaves you with nothing but to continue wiping your face, your palms press deeper into your sockets and you find your nails grazing your skin as you try to get them all off. You claw away at your face, the exhausted sighs that left you once before now turned into noises filled with anguish and resentment, you're starting to yell before you bring your hands onto the bed that held Curly, and slamming your fists against it.

“You fucking did this!” You shouted, Curly had no choice but to bear witness to the redness in your eyes, the spit that came flying, and the anger in your face as he looked at you. “I'm fucking stuck here because of you! It's all–” You slam your hands against the bed before your foot, then kick at the legs that held it up, you repeated these actions with heavy grunts, leaving you before you let out a sharp grunt and backed away from the bed. You looked down at Curly, he felt the shadow over your face contradicting the light that shines above it. 

You look away from the man in relief. The door is left wide open, and in your view, you can see Anya huddle up on the floor, shaking from the sounds. As much as you feel for her, you also hate the fact that you had to do this, that it had to come to this.  "Why do you think he did it?” Anya’s voice shakes, "I have to believe that our worst moments don’t make us monsters, [F/N]...I have to. . .Even in his case.”  Anya hears your labored breath, the exhaustion from the noises that emanate from you left Anya with this gnawing feeling that you were just as sick of doing this as Jimmy was.

The sounds of you wrestling with inanimate objects left her with sharp pain down her spine as she's met with your anguished gaze. 

Even though you said nothing, she pulled herself up, "...I’m still feeling nauseous." The woman fixed her posture and spoke, "I need a minute.” 

With that, you were left alone.

You make your way through the hallway and then down the stairs. You pass Anya, who stands in front of the door that bears the cargo, and you watch her head fall to avoid eye contact. You feel the pain in your chest as you continue to walk by, your words stay in your throat to try and explain your situation, let her know it's not her fault, that all this stress has gotten to you and you were about to reach your boiling point–Those fearful brown eyes looked to you like a fawn. You could do nothing as you breezed past her and found Jimmy and Swansea speaking.  “You think I’m letting that knucklehead in here after the crash roughed it up? Our so-called nurse nearly skewered her leg when the vent hatch was open during maintenance. And that was before the crash.” You feel anger from the way Swansea talks about people, he's almost like your mother in that regard. The way he complains about everybody's ignorance while holding himself higher than anyone else, it disgusts you to be around him when he talks about people that way. You think back to your mother talking about the dead-end job she's worked just to keep you and her afloat, how tirelessly she works for people who don't care about her, and so on. 

You can't stand him.

Yet, you do enjoy when he picks on Jimmy, you believe that all those on the Tuplar share that experience with the engineer. 

"I warned her, but it’s in one ear and out the other. Same with your little Co-Captain, we all gotta walk on eggshells ‘cause you and Curly practically worked them half to death.” The man then groans,  “Then there’s that teeny bopper thinkin’ only with his downstairs longnose. Just like my useless kids back home. So, no. Ain’t lettin’ anyone mess around in here." Jimmy goes silent, as you make your presence known, the two look at you with a dismissive stare. “You feed Curly his pills?” You nod, “Silent? What? Mad I made you do your job?” You can't even fathom putting any energy into Jimmy’s thought process; you just answer him, “No, just tired is all.” Jimmy winces at your breath, “Jesus, you need to learn how to keep it all in when you have to do your job. You're practically just wasting food. Nobody wants to follow behind a co-captain who can't even get through even the toughest times.”

You look at the two and straighten your posture, “Of course, Captain.” There's a silence that falls between the three of you, and in response, Swansea perks up, “Still on my break. Bad back and all, yeah? Don’t need any supervision, Captain.” Jimmy begins to make his way from Swansea, and you follow behind just like you were always intended to, and with one sliding door and another and another, finally find yourselves back in the cockpit that started it all. You both are quick to find the code scanner, a blinking purple fluorescent light that fills the small area, and you see the way it highlights the vomit on your shoes. 

You pick it up and show Jimmy, who takes it from your palm hastily, he examines it, then looks at you, “How long were you standing there?” “Not too long.” Jimmy rolls his eyes. “What's wrong with you?” You look into Jimmy’s uncaring gaze, and it only hardens at the way you respond to him, “You giving me the silent treatment for making you do your job?” “Nothing's wrong.” The man’s tongue smacks the roof of his mouth, “No, it seems like there is, I don't need you holding some type of grudge like a child, you're my Co-Captain and when I tell you to do a job you do it, I don't need you on my back alongside everyone else.” 

“Oh, Captain, please feed Curly his pills! Captain, what are we gonna eat? Capitano, I'm not letting you in the utility room because you're never gonna be as good as the actual captain. Do any of you appreciate what I'm doing? No! I do this all for the ship, and for the last 2 months I've been doing everything! The one time I asked my Co-Captain to do something, they shuddered, and got scared, they put their head down and thought “Oh, I don't want to do it, guess I'll make Captain Jimmy do everything!” That's when Jimmy smacked the code scanner against the back of your skull. You had put your head down and closed your eyes in hopes your imagination would make you feel better. Your hands rush to cradle your skull only to find Jimmy’s hands fly to where he hit you and, while clenching the back of your scalp, pull you up to face him. “I don’t like doing this, but it seems like you guys don’t know how to act without me having to be like this?  You, Swansea, Daisuke, Anya–It’s like you all don’t see how hard I’m working.”

Your breath hitches, groaning and sniffling at the pain. “I've been doing my best to make sure you haven't had to do anything, so I could be nice, caring, and respectful–Unlike Curly–He tried to take us all down with him, [F/N]. The way I see it, there are two reasons to keep him alive at this point. Guess the important bit is that we all agreed to it. For one reason or another.” The man huffs, “It's one thing to get him wrapped up and then give him the pills he needs so badly to make sure we don't have to hear him crying and wailing out from something he did to himself…to us.” Jimmy let go of your head. You reach back to cradle it, and you look at him with these sunken eyes. He knows you're tired of this treatment, but he knows you have nothing to do outside of it. 

You are stuck with him.

The door then slides open, and you follow him. There's a silence that surrounds the two of you as you make your way back to the cargo hold and find the rest of your crewmates surrounding the door. They notice the code scanner, and Daisuke is quick to ask about what's being shipped. He continues and explains that if you guys had parts, then Swansea and he could fix the ship and be home free. 

Swansea tells him to ‘Quit Yapping.’

You're irritated by Swansea's dismissive nature, nonetheless, there's nothing in you to fight right now. Swansea is quick to tell you both to get it started already, and Anya is alongside him in that regard. With that, Jimmy's off. You feel your heart race at the sea of boxes that await you. Jimmy points to the boxes, “Go get one and open it.” He commands you, like a Pokémon. You just nod and make your way over to the box; it's a lot heavier than you expected, and you pray it's some canned food or water or anything to get you out of this mess. 

Your breath hitches, the sound of the cardboard rubbing against each other kills you, and the sight before you continues to penetrate your wound. You pick up the blue bottle and are met with…mouthwash? Your voice box falls out of your mouth, your hands shaking as you hold the bottle in your hand, your other hand comes to cradle it, and your head tilts in confusion. 

“[F/N]? What is it?” 

Silence is the only answer. The group makes their way over to you, and they're just as shocked as you are. “It's... this is…” “Mouthwash?” Anya and Jimmy are flooded with fear, Swansea is irritated, “Un-fucking-believable.” Daisuke is in awe, his head rises to see the hundreds of other boxes in storage, “There's gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here! This room looks freakin' endless!” You continue to look at this bottle, the smallest part in your mind prays this is just a fever dream and that you'd wake up back at home in your bed from such a nonsensical thing. “This is what they'd have five people hauling for over a year? All of this…” “For fucking mouthwash?!” The group flinches away from you.

Anya looks at the back of the liquid while you shiver in anger, “The sugar content probably offsets any potential as a disinfectant…” “Disinfectant? What are you- Let me see that!” Swansea snatches the bottle from Anya and looks over the contents, “14% Ethanol–Hahahahahah!" You all lift your heads to look at Swansea, Daisuke awkwardly shares in the laugh, “Aaaha...ha?  I s'pose we'll smell good at least...?” 

Swansea smiles, a rare sighting to you all as he turns to Daisuke,  “That's right, kiddo! You can bet your ass on that!” The old man wastes no second as he brings the mouthwash to his lips. 

Anya immediately freaks out,  “W-what are you doing?! Stop that!” 

You're all in awe as he takes down about half of the bottle, with a satisfying pop. Swansea holds a look of relief on his face, “Whew-whee! Ohhh, shut up. I'm just an ol' codger taking care of his dental hygiene. You hear that? That's the sound of 15 years of sobriety popping like a cyst. A glorious, magnificent, red-hot cyst! Good riddance and cheers! To Captain Curly! Hear, hear!” Daisuke tried to lighten the mood, “Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off of this stuff, heh.”Jimmy shoots it down, “Yeah, and kill you in the process.” “This can't be real. I - There's no way…” Anya buries her face in her palms,  “Now we can go out in style!” Swansea cheers before turning back to his intern, “Daisuke! Come here! Anyone ever teach ya how to drink like a man?”

The commotion is nothing more than blurred background noise to you, it slowly falls in and nothing, and as you go, cradle that bottle of mouthwash, you think back on everything that's led you here. From those late nights studying, those extracurriculars, dressing up to appease your mother, the parties you missed, the friends you were forced to make, the people you had to be around–You look to this bottle and it's glow become bright, it emanated like the sun and you try to pull your eyes from it, but you couldn't. Its shine had this unnatural hold on you; you looked to Swansea’s hand, and it glowed as well, and the whole box became a pillar of hope for you. Your dominant hand finds its Way to the top, pushing down and twisting the white cap off with a satisfying pop. You think back on those responsibilities you once had.

Your purpose on Earth was to work diligently for your mother until the day you died, doing everything to appease her as her second chance at not being the disgrace she was in this world. You think back on all those memories, and in each bottle there was you dancing, screaming lyrics, sneaking out at night, going to concerts, getting tattoos and piercings, dying your hair wild colors, and being with people that made you happy. Those memories got louder, and louder, and louder…You look at the mouthwash once more, and with zero hesitation, you take the bottle and begin chugging it. You try to take down the drink faster, your heart Anya winces in response, and Swansea cheers for you, “Drink! Drink! Drink!” Jimmy shouts at you, “[F/N]! Stop!” The man lunges at you and knocks the drink out of your hand, “[F/N], that stuff is going to kill you!” You choke and gag, coughing a bit before going back to the peppermint burning your throat. 

“What the fuck, Jimmy!?” You snap, “You're Co-Captain, you need to take responsibility in situations like this, just because Swansea’s turning his back on this team to go get drunk doesn't mean you can too.” You roll your eyes, “Aren’t we fucking fired? Who gives a shit other than you?” You stumble a bit in the split liquid, and Jimmy takes the time to degrade you, “Look at you, you can't even take responsibility for your position, immediately running to get drunk! You're pathetic!” You bark out a laugh, “Me!? Pathetic!? You're the one needing to hold onto a role like some desperate loser! You're the pathetic one!” Swansea smiles, putting his bottle of mouthwash up in the air, “Yeah, you tell'im, kid!” “I don't have to sit here and do whatever you tell me–I never needed to do that in the first place because…who am I to…you for you to be demanding all this of me!” You're a bit embarrassed by your thought process, you wonder how long it's been since you've had alcohol, and you think back to your talk with your mom that led you down this path.

You fix your gaze on Jimmy, his eyes are almost the same as your mother's, that creasing his eyebrow and that disappointed scowl only fueling your thoughts of annoyance and irritation, you hold the stare down. It doesn't last long, your perception of time conflicted with your feelings, as he's quick to fix his posture, all he can do is cross his arms and make his way out of the room.

“Have fun drinking yourselves to death!” 

You watch as he leaves, your body feels lighter, and all this gray haze turns into this right red that's been awaiting you. Your life all viewed in the third person now allows you to take full control, you turn back to the group with Anya with a disapproving look, “[F/N]...” You look at Anya, the smile on your face staying glued to your face as you reach for another bottle, “Anya…” You match her shallow tone, you take off the cap and begin to go to town on the bottle, Swansea is quick to cheer you on once more, whilst Anya makes her way out of the cargo hold. This drink fills you in ways that contradict its taste, with Swansea egging you on and Daisuke slowly easing his way in, you find the comfort you were looking for in this internship once more…

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READ! READ! READ!

PLAY THE DEMO (COMING SOON ! MAY 10TH) 

Nothing could break the thick tension of a young, emotionally detached adult being with their equally emotionless and distant family members—well, maybe everything but a mysterious illness outbreak. As the virus begins to spread like wildfire, you struggle to progress through sudden grief and loss, kissing all normalcy goodbye. 

With life, as you know it, crumbling in shambles and danger continuing to lurk around each turning corner, you're forced to reconcile with your estranged family and survive with an unlikely group of survivors. Learn how to navigate through the end of the world as you know it.

content warning: Graphic depictions of violence, injuries and blood, death, trauma, body horror, explicit language, references to assault, mental and physical abuse, drug and alcohol usage, and sexual content. Suggested for mature +16 audiences.

what will remain?

Agreeing to be dragged along to some boring town in the middle of midwest butt-fuck nowhere, forced to leave the exciting college life behind—your friends, your freedom, your childhood home—all because your mother fell head over heels with some new guy. You loathed even the thought of it all: no bustling malls, the constant silence, the small-minded people.

Yet here you were, stuffed in a car with your life in boxes, with your little brother in the front acting like nothing in the world could bother him, and your mother clinging to the steering wheel as if it might help with holding her broken life together.

You were supposed to start working at your new job, your brother was supposed to start school, and your mom was supposed to be happy again.

None of that happened before you could even really settle in.

A bloody cough. A sudden scream. A neighbor is missing his arm, turning feral and bloody before your eyes. One moment, you were rolling your eyes at your mom’s hopeful smile, the next you're bashing head's in with a wooden fence picket.

Suddenly, you’re no longer just the angry kid dragged to a new life you never asked for. You’re the only one who can keep your brother safe, scavenging for the bare necessities, navigating panic-stricken streets, passing through overcrowded quarantine zones. 

Now, you have to take lead. You have to make impossible decisions. You have to survive—for your family, for new allies, for yourself. With every horror you face, every life you take, and every moment earned through blood and grit, you start to feel something shifting inside you.

In the end, the question isn’t just whether you'll survive…but what will remain left of you.

STORY FEATURES.

Choose your character's name, pronouns, sexual identity, appearance, and even survival style. 

Form stronger or ruin the current and new relationships that you have.

have the choices you make throughout the story effect your survival experiences and significant plot changes. 

Figure out just how far you're willing to go when it comes to the safety of your family and allies. 

Customize your favorite melee or ranged weapon of choice.

Engage or escape—looter or shooter. Learn which fighting style truly fits your character. 

Decide who you should indulge your trust in: family, friends, or the government.

ROMANCE OPTIONS.

Along the way, experience unique character routes depending on your section of RO's and your relations with them:

.ᐣ  Cal/Cass ( F/M ) — A brooding, hard headed, easily annoyed firefighter with useful survival knowledge due to their career, an expected natural born leader forced to carrying too much on their plate, the type of person that you learn to tolerate or want to strangle. 

5’11” Short/shaved ginger hair, light eyelashes and light blue eyes, muscularly toned figure, tan white skin adored in brown speckled freckles, with a light scarlet blushed cheeks.

.ᐣ  Ezra/Ellie ( F/M ) — A inventive, easily overwhelmed, chatter mouth journalist intern with an encyclopedia of seemingly random knowledge especially about conspiracy theories, weird legal loopholes, and old physical media, frantic note taker, a nail biter who has the knack for problem solving and being resourceful.

5’9” curly long black hair, dark brown eyes like boba, mostly torso, lengthy awkward looking figure, golden brown skin, thick rimmed black glasses.

.ᐣ  Saint ( F/M ) — A scarily observant, quirky, sly trouble maker with a smiling klepto addiction due to being in and out of cuffs, has a odd hobby of exploring abandoned places and trespassing restricted areas, knows a lot of “urban knowledge”. 

5’7” unkempt shaggy short black hair, brown eyes, slight lean muscular figure, tan olive skin, has tattoos on both forearms and hands, silver eyebrow piercing on right side.

.ᐣ  Ray ( M ) —  A rational, strong hearted, nurturing mechanic with a protective nature over his daughter, an ex-police officer with a troubling pass that he can’t seem to shake, can talk to anyone as has if he’s known them for years, a sharpshooter even with partial vision he falls back on  instincts and muscle memory.

6’2” buzzed coily hair, blind in one but the other open eye is light brown, in shape dad-bod, deep brown skin, has a scar that travels from the right side of his forehead to the top of his cheek. 

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....dedicated to all the apocalyptic loving losers like me and most importantly @anya-dev and her inspirational interactive novel scout :)

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted on AO3 | Overthinking | Cursing | Suicidal Thoughts | Dumb Dumb - Mazie

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ This chapter I mainly wanted to focus on other things, but mainly I wanted the crash to be a completely separate chapter from the 2 month skip after the crash. I REALLY can't wait for this next one because I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLLY just miss Daisuke. I think this is where the story for me is going to become more unhinged, with the mouthwash, and spirals, and acting out. I CANT WAIT!!!!

In those dark nights, those moments that make you bring your blankets under your legs, you feel like a child being whipped by your mother's cold and sleep-deprived gaze. A long day of work will do that to you, she’ll complain on the phone to how you sucked the life out of her, how your eager expression only exhausted her more. You look at that woman, just a child needing their mommy’s comfort, but you look up at her and know more than anything that what’s really exhausting her is that bitter resentment she’d always had for you. 

Jimmy's words echo through your mind as if he were sitting right beside you, scolding you, they're never satisfied. When are they ever? You continue and slave yourself to fit into what they want from you; you’ve done nothing but put them first, regardless of what’s in your best interest.

The times you leave your room to go do your job you're only met with that smile on  Captain Curly’s face that feels more forced than ever, he tries to save face now, and for everyone's sake they're cordial, but you're conflicted on how to feel by his attempt to still put on a brave face in the field of all the tragedy–What are you even talking about? He doesn't even have to try. He knows he doesn’t have to do anything, but he chooses to be this way, and for what? What does he gain from this? It’s done, it’s over, why is he so happy when everyone’s so miserable? Is it because he still has a job after this? 

He's most likely got another job after this; the company will absolve him from this situation. You all still get paid at the end of the day, so what does it matter as long as it’s delivered, and you return on schedule? Even with this knowledge, everyone still looked to Captain Curly for all the answers, they handled him with care and consideration, and for people like Swansea and Daisuke it was just another thing to brush under the rug, while Anya would be up at night just stressed by her situation and she began to make more frequent calls home. Jimmy eased off of you. After the birthday, he noticed your demeanor changed as you became quieter. He would make small jabs, “I don't see why you're so mopey. Mommy can't wait for you to get back anyway.” He mocked, yet this wasn’t like the usual one-liners he’d shoot at you for your behavior or the smile you lacked while on the job, that sickening ‘Capitano’ that escaped his lips before he would tell you that you were only training for the future that would never come. This time, however, Captain Curly shot a mournful look at Jimmy, leaving you to look at the two with confusion, “I’m sorry?” The blond cleared his throat, accepting that you obviously knew he knew something, “Well, I noticed you hadn't tried to make contact with your mother since we had begun our descent, and while I don't know your situation, as Captain, I intervened and told your mother the situation and your change in behavior.” “And why would you do that?”

There's a silence that falls between the three of you while you all stand in the cockpit, Jimmy's quick to say, “I noticed your change in behavior since the news was told, and you hadn't really been active with the rest of your coworkers, so I asked Captain Curly here to contact your loved ones to let them know the situation. Standard Pony Express procedure.” You find your eyes twitching with the frustration building up, Jimmy shakes you violently and can't wait to have Captain Curly open up that can, but you can’t give him that satisfaction. You replace the loud groan that's built up in your chest with a cool exhale as you gather your thoughts and emotions before you speak up, “Well, I don't see why you two would do something like that without me knowing–” “Standard. Procedure. Besides, they were bound to find out anyway.” Jimmy cut you off, you bite your tongue with a quickness before Captain Curly spoke up, “I do, apologize, for not speaking to you about it but from the way Jimmy explained the situation it seemed dire, you hadn't contacted her since we departed, and it's better to ask for forgiveness–” 

You smack your tongue against the roof of your mouth, scowling at your superiors like you were Squidward, having to deal with another ignorant situation between the yellow-colored fool and the bumbling idiot with the crude voice. Was it now that you had begun to realize how bad these two sucked? I mean, obviously, Jimmy was corrupted from the start, and the switch-up did nothing but confuse and frustrate you. Captain Curly, though? “Captain, I don't see how that would concern you. You know, since you're not even really my captain anymore.” You looked up into their eyes, you searched for any change in their stature, and yet, you're met with nothing, “I mean, we all got fired and you're just still trying to play Captain? For what?” “Because it's a Captain's job–” “No, I asked you, why are you doing this shit to me? You call anyone else's parents?” “Well…no,” You then scoffed, “What am I a fucking child to you?” Jimmy sneers, crossing his arms dismissively, “You're acting like one.” You put the palm of your hand up in the brunette's direction, “If I wanted the opinion of the spare, then I would've asked.” Captain Curly is quick to cut in, “F/N, please, you don't need to act so hostile to us, Jimmy was only looking out for you.”

You raised a brow, “Me? Hostile? Can I just tell you how I feel? Since you care so much about my feelings, I'm assuming you wanna be some school counselor, go and contact my mother ‘just in case’ like I'm some goddamn liability.” Captain Curly reached out to you and stepped back instantly, his hand flinches back away from you before looking back up to you, bringing it back to him without hesitation. You fear it's disgust that guided your body back, and you know it’s Captain Curly’s reaction that helps you realize it, “Jesus, you think I'm some fickle thing that's going to crack? You think being fired and going back to Earth is gonna make me fold?” Jimmy then cuts between the two of you, “You've been nothing but insubordinate since you got here, constantly needing to say something–” You bark out a laugh, “I know the fuck not! All you do is sit there and wallow in your self-pity when you're not belittling me for every little mistake.” “How are you supposed to get better if you can't even take constructive criticism?” You find the anger bubbling up inside you, but you just clench your fist behind your back as you try to keep a cooler composure when addressing the two.

“I mean, I've tried to be nice to you and accommodate whatever clear mental issues you have, but it's hard to work with someone who's just constantly regressing and challenging me. You need to understand we're your superiors, and what we say goes.” You look at Jimmy through your lashes, praying this obstructed view of him would make you wanna punch him less, as you turn from him, they land on Captain Curly's gaze, whose arms are crossed. “I’m very disappointed that you're being like this, F/N,” Your eyes widened at what your dear Captain just dared to utter to your face. “You know how hard Jimmy has been working to not let his issues get the better of him, and instead of working alongside him and understanding you both are going through the same thing, you instead are constantly lashing out and hurting those around you who only want to help. It's disheartening to see, and it's no excuse to just completely shut yourself away from the rest of the group just because you can't control your emotions.” Captain Curly then sighs, “I understand that everyone's under a lot of stress right now, just the other day Anya had a moment of weakness just like this, and I’m not surprised if Swansea is dealing with Daisuke, so I don’t have to, you know, Anya said, ‘Your worst moments don't define you.’ And I hope you take those words into consideration.” You look at the two men before Captain Curly looks at Jimmy and then back to you, you clear your throat before you speak, “Oh, Captain Curly, you're right…” Both men’s eyes widen. “I shouldn't be taking it out on my superior when they're just trying, but I'll be honest when I say that my superior isn't as great as you are, Captain Curly.” Your eyes flicker between the two, but they hold on to Jimmy as you continue to speak, “Honestly, it'd be better if I trained after you, like I'm supposed to, under an actual captain.” Jimmy’s face stays straight but his eyes call you a slew of phrases that demand an ass whooping, unfortunately for you, Captain Curly looked between the two of you and he cut in with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

“You're dismissed for the day.”

You nod, “Aye aye, Captain.”

Your hands clenched the thin sheets of your bed, the place you've reported to whenever you stopped training with Jimmy ever since the talk with the two, actually, since Curly's birthday party, of course, you had to leave and do your job, but you became curt with a lot of things. You’ve done nothing but just been in bed since you’ve been dismissed, like a child in time out, you feel this embarrassing feeling wash over you that Jimmy was right. Acceptance is most likely the right word. As you lie in bed with nothing more than a disgusting amount of guilt consuming you after you've done that, your thoughts are loud, and you try to tune them out with the familiar sounds of Tuplar’s only way of communication. You listen for creaks, footsteps, hissing of pipes, and so on. You focus on the door opening and closing in the next room over, you're not surprised since Anya’s always been a night owl. You think back on her frequently during the night, embarrassment floods your face as you think back on you just mindlessly cussing into the wind. 

Your knuckles are white, and while your mind drifted away from the sounds and back to your consciousness, the words of your co-workers' echo throughout your mind as if they'd all surrounded your bed just to dissect you. You lay there, unable to move, as they cut you open and critiqued all the things you had done. You think about how  Captain Curly's disappointed by your performance and had to call your mother like a 5-Year-Old, how's Swansea barely even acknowledged you unless it was to snicker at something you said as if the sound of your voice didn't matter unless it was to elicit laughter out of him, you would pray on you would talk to you but since the birthday party she's been so distant from you you're scared to reach out and you remember the times you'd go knock on her door to find no answer, you could obviously hear her in there shuffling or moving around, and you'd call out for her, but she never answered, and for you, that was your answer. And then there was Daisuke. It was even more embarrassing, the idea that he was so enveloped in himself, sure, you had to make the effort to talk to him, but he hadn't done it yet either. Was it a stalemate to see who would break first?

You prayed that you would talk to you first, though; The idea that Jimmy was the person you would be stuck with, that he was the only one talking to you, that he was the only one paying attention to you, disgusted you beyond belief. You couldn't believe that somebody like him would want to be around someone like you, you wanted to change your appearance, and how you were willing to go a complete 360 just to make sure he wouldn't acknowledge your existence the way he didn't do others. Sure, you would have to join neutral coworker terms, but God, it felt like being around him was his chance to indoctrinate someone into his pessimistic lifestyle. You're not surprised that he was able to pick you out, but it scares you that he knew exactly how to do it. You shiver in your bed, and you wonder if it's your blanket or the reality of your situation.

You find your mother's face when you close your eyes, it's most likely the reason you've been going to bed immediately after work, the exhaustion allowing you to completely forget about everything. “You can't keep running away,” she'd say, a phrase that clung to your skin like wet clothes. There's a comfortable silence that fills the room, and your most desperate attempts to lull yourself to sleep go through your phone. However, it doesn't take you long to open up your Messenger, and while your finger hovers over the conversation, you already know what you're looking for. You hold a gaze as the light reflected from your phone makes your eyes squint, you focus in on those familiar messages, and the depression consumes you once more as you're laid out all the times you could've said something, explained the situation, and gone back to his embrace.

Your thoughts flicker to the relationships you tried to build after Daisuke. There were other people, but God, were they awful. A lot of them are just your mom's friend’s kids: A-Plus Students, most definitely going into STEM, family-oriented, and their futures perfectly crafted by their own families. In those moments where you hold their hands and put on the display of affection for your mother and their friends you just thought back on Daisuke's laugh, the way it dribbled like a basketball before he let out a satisfying sigh after you said something funny, the smile lines on his face were apparent as always and in that face you couldn't believe that a rainbow could contest it. 

What was it about him?

You huff and put your phone back down on your bed, you can't escape this though, your form of self-harm was efficient as you closed your eyes to be met with those beauty marks that decorated his face and those distinct honey brown eyes that sparkled at the sound of your voice–The ship's hull creaked again, and the sound of metal scraping against mental center jolt through your body. You shoot up, the sounds loud but distant, only for them to make their way down in an escalating manner. 

The alarms blare wildly, they're tearing your eardrums apart, and the sound of the shop groaning under the strain of its descent wasn't easing its way in but instead shoving itself through your hands and into your ears. The red glow of the alarm bathes your body as you're left with nothing more than the thought of your life this far. This unforgiving world was finally taking you out, and you could do nothing more but accept this. You prayed in your room to anyone that would listen, a God, or multiple, someone who was higher than you in the universe, that could guarantee you that whatever was causing this ship to be shaken so violently would kill you swiftly.

The sirens wailed louder, their shrill pitch blending with the sound of the wind rushing around the ship and creating a vortex of sound that sounded like a symphony made to distort and overstimulate you. Although overstimulation is an understatement. With those sounds, those moments flash before your eyes, the risk you never took, the places you never went, the people you've never met, and the people that you did meet, you failed. 

Over and over and over and over.

Your hands are now scraping at your head, you feel the tears rushing down your face as all that surrounds you feels like it's falling apart, the ship shakes violently, and it only adds to the destruction of your senses. You would never go out after things that made you feel alive; you only took this internship because your mom wanted it, and it was the only way you'd be able to escape that wretched woman for just a year. You couldn't even escape her in college, now that you were accepting death just to avoid the idea of having to deal with anyone anymore. The red glow from the warning light colored your face as you squeezed your eyes closed. Maybe you'd never really know what it was truly like to be happy; this ship felt like that start, but now that it's over, why would you even care? It feel familiar to the feeling when you had to tell Daisuke your mom wanted you to go home, keeping you irritated the rest of time you were hanging around Daisuke, he'd try to quell your frustrations and sympathize with your situation but all you could do was hold a bitter resentment by the reminder that this wasn't forever.

The speed of the ship's convulsions only continues to grow to terrifying heights as your stomach feels like a blender, you don't remember having motion sickness, but it does feel like you're about to cover the area in your vomit. Maybe you'd never know what it'd be like to be truly happy, and maybe this was the price you had to pay for not living your own true life. The ship hurdles downward, and your thoughts are back to being filled by the people who take up that space happily. A chair awaited them as they waved and called for your attention. They could quell your fears if you listened. You look around for anything, your body flings back into the wall, and you let out a loud grunt with a slur of curses escaping your throat as your back aches from the exposed pipes that slammed into your back. Even in this pain, you knew that you deserved it.

In some way, shape, or form, you knew this needed to happen. 

It was all strange, a better discomfort knowing that the end was coming. There's no more pretending. No more should-haves or must-haves or have-nots, just acceptance. And as your head continued to slam against the wall and you closed your eyes, you took a deep, shaky breath and waited for impact.  You couldn’t imagine being stranded on this ship, as it plummeted towards the unknown, you only prayed harder that a pipe would come shooting down from the ceiling and crush your skull into minced meat.  

Unfortunately, what awaited you was far from what you had wanted.

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You all shuffled around in the lounge area, wondering for a moment if he was coming or not, and you all just tried to hush your giggles. Mainly you and Anya. Daisuke joined in alongside the two of you, you found yourself a bit conflicted by the feeling as you remember Swansea coming to complain about him to you and Anya in the med bay. Everybody was trying to keep themselves low. Nonetheless, as you guys slipped on the hats and got yourselves prepared in front of the door, you guys could hear as heavy footsteps beginning to pound against the floor.

As the door slid open you immediately blew into your noise maker, everyone clapped with smiles across your faces. “Surprise!” Jimmy cheered with Daisuke getting more eager, “Suuuurrrprise! Look at your face!” Anya and you giggle, “We gotcha!” You chirped. There’s a quiet, ‘Cheers’ that laves Swansea thus commemorating the moment. 

Curly’s face, however, was more than just shocked by the party.

“Uh, wow…What’s the, uh, occasion?” You raise a brow, “We only get one communal birthday party per trip so we can have it whenever–” Jimmy then explains, his voice more bombastic, “Only one person can really be surprised birthdayed per trip. We did Swansea last haul, don't you remember?” Daisuke perks up, “No way! I can't believe that.” Jimmy doesn’t even acknowledge what Daisuke says, “You were next on the list. So, congratulations.” You decide to break the news though, “Congratulations! Surprise, you also need to make the cake!” You let out an awkward laugh while Daisuke laughs alongside you, “Aw, Dude, that’s like totally balls.” Anya laughs alongside the two of you, “You’re the only one with clearance, you better hop to it, Captain!” The three of you continued laugh while Curly just sighed jokingly before making his way over to the kitchenette.

You all made your ways into your own areas, You looked around for a moment, a bit conflicted on what to say, until you saw Anya start talking to Swansea and now you wonder if you should interrupt them or not. You grab your index finger, twisting it around in your hand before you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Jimmy, “This was a really corny idea.” You hush him, “You’re just mad it’s not about you.” The man rolls his eyes before Curly makes his way from Anya and Swansea to the two of you, “We’re sorry for jumping you, Curly.” You scoff at his phrasing, “I’m not, the celebration of reaching new heights is nothing more than exciting.” “You’re a lot more chipper today than usual, F/N.” “Well, of course, it’s a birthday party, I love birthday parties!” You don’t know where it started, but just going to somebody's house and being free of your mother to be able to eat as much as you want and play as much as you want, it brought you so much joy.  You listen in on their conversation, but it's one ear and out the other as you see Daisuke just standing around by himself, you're most definitely staring but you try to hold yourself back and restrain yourself from any feelings you might have felt before. You don't know where you stand with him and as much as you want to say something you hold yourself in.

You think back on those time with him, there was this one time where the both of you were alone your mother had this big birthday celebration and it honestly killed you to do it because you hated it was a big grand birthday with all your extended family members meant for her to dress you up and brag about you to everybody and you felt so pathetic about it. You didn't invite Daisuke for the same reason you never invited Daisuke because your mom hated him and not even just that they would be so embarrassing and belittling for him to see you put into such a misconstrued character. 

You shot out of the passenger seat of your mother's car, you're so embarrassed by this woman, she made such a big deal about this party, but this party is never for you it's for her it's always been for her, and you just look at your family and you're angry. You're in front of your house and it's raining, any semblance that was once held together now washed away by the evening’s events. You quickly rush to the door and your mother rushes behind you even more angry at the fact of what you had just done. 

“F/N!? F/N! You get back here and you come tell me what the hell that was about!” You struggle with the key, and you almost break it inside of the lock before your door flies open with your weight on the door and you fall forward onto your living room floor, “Fuck!” You shout in pain as your mother comes rushing over, “Oh my God! Are you drunk!?  Is this why you're acting out!?” You immediately hiss in pain as your mother steps over your body and slams the door on your feet, causing your knees to come to your stomach as you clenched your already damaged foot. The heels your mother was forcing you to wear only added onto the pain as you slowly got up from the floor and put pressure on them. You let out another curse in pain that caused your mother to pop you upside the head, you immediately clutch the spot and glare at the woman.

“What the hell was that!? You had one job, sit there and stuffed your face like you wanted, like I've done for you every year, you had no business to say all that to your family!” You immediately spat at your mother, “That's such bull!” You quickly shot up and adjusted your posture, trying to hold your ground against your mother, “I've been forced to do everything under the sun! I just wanted one day we did something low-key like staying home, I didn't want to go all the way out there, and I didn't want to see all my family, and I didn't want to wear this dumb outfit!” You tried to tear the dress off you and your mother immediately rushed over to stop you from ripping the dress, “You stop! I spent money on this! The nights I worked to afford it-” “Oh! Like I forced to you work those hours!? I'm not gonna put on a show when you can't even do your motherly duties!” 

Your mother growls at this, “What the hell do you mean? I've been nothing but an amazing mother to you, working to the bone for you since your ungrateful self was born!” You gasp at this, “I ask you to come to my one event, a public speaking event that I told you I needed you to come to! I even told you what I told you the night before after work and I told you how much it meant to me, and you said you would be there!” Your mother rolls her eyes at this, as if the idea of even treating like an equal is something she'd actually do, “Oh, please, F/N, I was just tired-!” You immediately yell at the woman, “Tired my ass! You were with your boyfriend all yesterday and when I got home you were all up and ready to go!” You then felt your voice crack, “You didn't even ask me about it!”

Your mother scoffs at this, “I don't even remember what you're even talking about.” You're looking at this woman with this crazed expression, “What I told you!? The reason I'm going to therapy now?” Your mother then scoffed again, “You're mad at me for what? For something I missed months ago.” “It was last-fucking-week!” Your mother then just puts her hand in your face, “You’re not crying for any reason, cussing me out then crying to make yourself look like the victim won't work on me! you're not properly conducting your feelings around your mother, and you can't make me feel bad for all the hard work I do. I suggest you go back to your therapist with all this because I'm not the one.” You didn't even know you were crying; you thought this wetness was from the rain and you just felt your chest expand as your mother then pulled her hand down, “You better get your shit together, F/N.”

You let the air come out of you, you sigh and adjust your posture before you nod to your mother, “Yes, ma'am.”

It's embarrassing to think about now, not the way you acted but what you wasted on such a woman. You made your way up the stairs and found Daisuke sitting there on your bed with your favorite flavor of cake, some candles scattered around the top, and the way it was decorated was emanating the energy Daisuke put into it. It's a love you miss, as you look back down at that cake and you listen to him slowly sing happy birthday to you feel your heart about to tear out of your body you're embarrassed by it all and now here you were exposed completely and in clothes that didn't represent you, a part of you that you only had to show to make others feel better and one that Daisuke was all too familiar with, but with Daisuke you allowed yourself to become carefree and being clear about not wanting to be that way around him. 

Yet here you were in front of him, in the worst state you could possibly imagine, candlelight reflecting on your wet face and back onto Daisuke's warm one. Two of you knowingly look at each other, there's hidden grief in his face as you look to him for comfort from everything, a fireplace after a blizzard, and he looks to you like a child looks to an injured baby bird. 

“Happy birthday to you…”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, beginning to hiccup as you feel all the bottled-up feelings inside you slam against your psyche like a poorly made dam, at the scene with your throat clogged with your laughter  

“Happy birthday to you…” 

Daisuke looked at you, an awkward laughter left his throat as he looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Happy birthday, dear F/N…”

The both of you began to burst into laughter, snorted and howls echoing from the room as he continued.

“Happy birthday, to you!”

Your laughter slowly fades out, and so does Daisuke, he lets out a satisfied sigh as he prayed it was just your laughter but as it continued you immediately clutched your stomach and felt the sob ripping from your throat. 

Daisuke quickly put the cake down on the desk near your bed and ran to comfort you, he wrapped his arms around you head on and you tried to pull away only for him to pull you closer, your hands rushed his back, and you clenched his hoodie as you soaked his shoulder in your tears.

You found yourself staring at Daisuke a little longer than you should have. In fact, it got to a point where even curly called to it, “Lost in the sauce?” You blinked before directing your attention to Curly, “I'm sorry?” Jimmy groans, “Don't listen to him, Daisuke said it to him and now he says it whenever people are zoning out, he said it to me and Swansea the other day.” Curly makes his way over to Daisuke leaving you and Jimmy alone, “Y'know, guys don't like it when you just stare at them.” You roll your eyes at this, “Oh, please.” The silence between the two of you is all knowing and you two comfortably sit in it before Curly summons you all the table, you take a seat next to Jimmy with Anya across from you and Swansea next to her, Daisuke eagerly sits next to you, smiling softly at you, “Seat buddies!” You feel this warmness; you feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, and you feel your gaze never breaking from him before he turns away to turn to face Curly.

It was almost like he knew you were staring, he let you savor that big dumb smile that showed off his teeth that were sculpted by braces in 4th grade and the Invisalign he wore later. You hated it, you knew he knew, and it killed you to even be around him as you smell that tropical breeze body mist, he's adored since 8th grade.  It fills your nose and feel even more on edge than you did before, you’re almost embarrassed by the situation. Your head is clouded with fragments of memories and familiar sounds that do nothing but puncture your heart tactfully for the greatest pain.  You’ve drowned out most the conversation between the group until you heard Swansea’s gruff voice hit your ear, “Pony Express finally kicking the bucket, huh.” Your head immediately perked up, everyone expresses their grievances with the situation, and you feel awful for those deeply affected by the loss. 

Jimmy wasted no time in criticizing Captain Curly, the group is wrapped up in their own self-pity to even realize what Jimmy is saying. “Anya never got into medical school because she's... well, let's be real.” Your foot goes flying to Jimmy’s under the table, his breath hitches, and he shoots out a slur of insults to you, “You bitch!” “You’re the fucking bitch!” You both glare at each other as he continues, "You're only acting out because you know you don't have to do anything. That this is it for you, and that this was your first time even coming on this fucking ship, spoiled just like Daisuke, you’ll both be fine since you can both run back to your parents but what about me and Swansea? How many employments years Swansea got left in him?" You try to hold your tongue, "But you."Jimmy directs his attention to Curly, "Headed for bigger and better, right?" You yell at him again, “We’re all out of a fucking job! But you won’t just lump everyone’s problems into your fuck ass pity party!” Jimmy scoffs at your behavior, but Curly’s quick to step in. “Look! We all just need to fucking calm down! I'm just…” An exhausted sigh escapes him, "I'm just working on my life being a place I don't have to fucking escape!" The snap causes Anya and Daisuke to flinch, “That's what I was trying to tell you, nothing mor-” “We're the ones you're trying to escape!” Jimmy needed this, something the belittle somebody is as great as Captain Curly was to him. The fact that he could even think they were both on the same level with something so unfathomably disgusting to him, you could tell from Jimmy's voice that he was just frothing at the mouth praying Curly would slip up in his wording.

“Leave the dirt behind now that your boots are clean.” “That's not what I meant.” “It is what you meant. You just couldn't frame it to yourself in a way that kept you as the hero. abandon the crew but remain the model captain.” it pains you to say this but as you notice everyone around you just look at curly for an answer there's a gnawing feeling that Jimmy's kind of right, even if it's the most pessimistic view of it, Curly would be going on to better things and you would all be let go while he soars. It's embarrassing to see Curly say nothing, you wonder if he even cares enough to argue with Jimmy at this point given the fact it won't actually impact him in the long run.

Swansea scoffs at the display, he's disgusted by Jimmy's actions but even more so by Curly having no rebuttal, "Unbelievable." He spits out in disgust. 

Anya is filled with existential dread at the situation with no funds awaiting her and no job willing to accept her in this low level of her medicine field she wonders what she's even doing here "What... what am I supposed to do?" She chokes out in hushed whispers as her eyes drill into the floor. 

Daisuke’s silent, you're almost shocked by it and when you turn to look at him, you're met with nothing more than a hollowed-out expression, all the feelings of the party sucked dry from him that leaves the two of you to just look at one another with differing expressions.

Jimmy is thrilled by this, successfully tearing Curly’s chest open and shoving away anything in his way to get to the heart. Successfully, he'll slam it onto the table in front of all those aboard the Tuplar leaving Curly to stare at it motionless from across the table.  "Let's have some fucking cake, hmm?" Jimmy's hands shoot up, "Props to the twilight cruise of the Tulpar." And they then drop a gesture to Curly, "Props to our Captain and his new prospects!” There's no one with as much joy as Jimmy, while his voice makes him sound scorned inside, he's as giddy as a thief getting off on a Diamond heist. 

You cross your arms, unable to accept this situation you slam your hands on the table, “Stop beating a dead horse, Jimmy.” The man rolls his eyes at you, “It's not my fault I actually feel something, it's only your first trip and you're acting like you're actually part of the team of established members.” “You're the one acting all negative, putting everyone down to your level because you have no skills to begin with, Anya, Swansea, and Daisuke are perfectly capable of finding jobs with the skills they have because they don't sit there and rot in their self-pity in the shadow of their Captain.” 

The man looks at you with a disgusted glare as he then gestures to the rest of the group,  “I don't even see why you're saying all that when no one cares, look at this group,” He gestures to Anya, head still buried in the sand, Swansea not even acknowledging the two of you, and Daisuke silently looking down at the plate before him. The only one who acknowledged what was going on is Curly, and he has this worn-out expression on his face that you remembered looking up to whenever you needed something from your mother…

You turn back to Jimmy, finding yourself a bit conflicted on what to say next, you sit there silently as Curly struggles to cut the cake, everyone gets a slice and after that you all split to your separate workstations. No one's bothered to say anything, eating in silence, returning to work, and going back to square one. You're heading to the cockpit with Jimmy, you find yourself quiet around him and as you continue to make your way alongside him, he speaks up. “Y'know, no one is defending you, just like they didn't defend you then,” You scoff at him, “I thought you weren't going to defend me anymore and let me just live in my ignorance.” Jimmy facepalms, “Look, I get it, you wanted to be better, and you wanted this and that and your whole family has been pushing you to be this since forever but that's not how it is in the real world.” You stop in your tracks as you turn to him with a worn-down expression, uncanny to Curly as Jimmy would put it, “I just–I don't see why you're doing all this for a group that hasn't cared about you besides me!”

You turn away from him, “Yeah, right! What about Anya? I still have Anya.” Jimmy bites back at you, “Oh yeah? You have Anya? Well, where's Anya? Huh? Where's Anya been this whole time? When was the last time you even talked to her?” You think back for a moment, since you dropped her off at her sleeping quarters, while you guys were giddy about early, it had been a while since she had officially talked to you one on one, but that was really only one on one. Whenever you had to work with Jimmy or he came to collect you, Anya would clam up in an instance and usher you out of the Medbay. You're embarrassed to admit that you really don't remember the last time you went on you had a long conversation, she found herself staying up nights now, and she was more cautious about anything you'd bring her since Jimmy would just give it to everyone.

It was like she'd gone solo, and you could do nothing but respect her wishes.

“I mean, she didn't even defend you when you defended her during that bullshit of a party, not even the little twerp you admire so dear.” You felt your face become inflamed, “Yeah, trust me, he's not staring at you the way you think he is.” You roll your eyes at this, “Yeah, like I'd listen to you, Mr. Pessimism.” “Is it pessimism or am I just being honest with you? It's not my fault you can't handle the fact that Daisuke is just constantly thinking with his dick, just like Swansea said, all he's worried about is girls, parties, and whatever other superficial shit he's been spoiled with his whole life.” You want to cover your ears, Daisuke has always been a good friend to you, right? I mean he even texted you after the whole situation, but he didn't really keep trying, did he? I mean it was your fault for just ghosting him and leaving him, but he should have known that your mother is just an awful woman. Who knows what she would've done? If you're honest with Daisuke maybe he'll understand, and you can apologize, and you guys can try to rekindle what you guys had before–

“Trust me, F/N, look at how Curly fell, once he realized he no longer had to put up with us he completely turned us out because he knew it was beneath him…We're beneath him.”

You think back on that withered stare; there's nothing in his face I could tell you he cared and furthermore just the idea that it reminded you of your mother. When she got home from that long day and those awful things happened to you, you'd beg her to quell you, rub your back, coddle you like the child that came from her but that exhausted look that told you all you needed to know allowed you to understand your situation in its truest form. It felt like a car accident; you couldn't rip your away from the gruesome site of one's nonchalant attitude to the devastating impact it would have on you as you yearned for a better life for everyone.

As much as you tried to get rid of it from your mind you couldn't help but just internalize it. 

You turned away from Jimmy to the opposite direction of the cockpit where Jimmy then called out to you, “Where are you going? We have work to do?” You couldn't even look at him, you continue to walk back to your sleeping quarters as you felt the hot tears of anguish began to scorch your eyes, he wasn't as bad as the others were in showing their uncaring attitudes to you it killed you that he wasn't nicer about it. Was it petty of you? Of course it was, but you couldn't get over how he tried again and again to make you feel so small just like how he felt. You couldn't allow yourself to feel that hopeless, never again, you were escaping that for at least a year before you could have enough money to move out of state and escape that wretched woman. 

You wouldn't face that again.

You won't have to. 

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You were glad to have Anya, someone to allow you that sense of freedom in expression, where Curly wasn’t suggesting, Jimmy wasn’t bossing, and Swansea wasn’t commenting. Alas, you had to remember Daisuke and the dimple that tore away any nonchalant that Daisuke had been using to mask the feeling. You couldn’t face Daisuke, when you left your tasks, you always found Anya, it worked in your favor most of the time as Curly would come talk to Anya, and Jimmy would want to find Curly, and you were always with Jimmy.

On and on it went.

It brought you joy because it was almost like a cycle. That at the end of the day, you'll finally be able to be with somebody you can finally be happy with. And you weren't sitting there hearing all this hullabaloo and all this bullshit that continue to eat you alive having. Jimmy tells you which is wrong and what is right. Never in a way to suggest or make you feel better, but in a way to just sit there and bitch and moan about a situation. He was so racked with self-pity he was honestly disgusting how much he couldn't see outside of himself.

You hated training under Jimmy, but you'll be honest, at least he'd get the job done, you know? 

Working with Curly was almost like having an English teacher a drill sergeant. He's such a yes man that it was honestly hard to get any true information out of him because he's trying so hard not to step on your toes. But at the end of the day, it's his job to tell me what to do, isn't it? You and Anya often joked about it, you’d tell tales about him to Anya which you knew she enjoyed, in their little moments of complimenting you wondered about them.

Your time on the Tuplar has been all right. It was definitely a grand experience, something you'd longed for, loved, and even wanted for the rest of your life. In fact, there was nothing bringing you more joy than staying away from home forever. 

God, it kept you up at night.

It's where you'd be looking up into your ceiling, in the quiet hours of your sleeping quarters. You just wonder if that's all you'll be doing for the rest of your life. This desperate need to escape from that situation, to be your own person.

Is it really you, or is it your desperate attempt to not be like her?

You don't call your house often, and honestly, you're not really looking forward to calling them in the first place, most of the Tuplar workers talk to their parents around once to twice a month, it’s nothing you try to think about since you’re stuck with Jimmy during that time. “You’re not calling your family, Jimbo?” It rolled out your mouth with an ease, no care to what he might snap back at you as you’ve become accustomed to being a snitch, there’s a flicker of anger in his tone and it almost blows up the conversation as he tries to contain it. 

“I'm sorry, there's no Jimbo on this ship,” You laugh profusely. Alright, come on, Jimmillini–” “There’s no one here by the name of that, if you want to address me it’s Jimmy.” You roll your eyes at the situation, “I’ll have to report you for not being warm to your intern, Jimmy.” You smirk; he scowls before rolling his eyes back at you leaving you both to bare your teeth behind a smile as Curly made eye contact with the two of you.

“But for your information, I don’t really have a reason to talk to them.” You nod in agreement, “Yeah, I get that.” There is a silence between you two that leads you both back to the workstation, learning and memorizing controls alongside some small quips. This time around Jimmy isn't as mean in fact he hasn't really said anything belittling since the last time Curly told him to chill out. 

You wonder what Curly said for him to be like this though? The corner of lips turns up as he puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you, “Good job.” You look up at the man, worry flooding your face leaving Jimmy's eyes dilated. “You're getting awfully touchy feely there, Jimmy.” The man just smiles at you, “It's just a pat for good luck, you're doing well setting the course and I admire your hard work and dedication.” 

Your eyes crease in confusion but you turn back to the screen willingly in hopes you wouldn't have seen the pearly whites he tried to shine at you. You're grateful to anybody who could have really gotten him to stop being such a jerk to you. You welcome this change with an awkward toothy grin, your lips wobble to maintain any type of confidence you may have had before. You walk this uneven path unable to really trust Jimmy. 

You two work hand in hand it's almost shocking that you two even were against each other at some point, and this turn around allowed you to finally learn more about Jimmy. What he told you it's just him and his mom, Jimmy's really all alone in this world and he thinks back a lot about how we could have ended up differently, he's vulnerable to you as he mentions how lonely his life had always been, even with Curly. 

“He’s practically the sun to everyone that's around us, the light shines out of his fucking ass, and they kiss it like he's their God.” It was a late night in the control panel, just doing a late-night check before heading off to bed which you offered to do for Curly. The two of you had sat in the room alone, looking over the route plan. There's a softness in the situation that leaves your heart aching for more, “Are you envious of that?” Jimmy chuckles dryly, “Who wouldn't be? Being around someone who's just always been that bright? Everyone's constantly praising them for all the things they can do and how amazing they are?”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “Like they're all his friends and you're just there because he wants to be there?” Jimmy listens intently, he says nothing, but you just look into the endless sky before you, “And you're only there because he's there, he and people to bring you along. There's always disappointment in their face when they meet me and they realize I'm nothing like him.” Jimmy nods somberly, “It almost kills me when I'm around the others, Swansea always goes to him for help, Anya constantly dismisses me, and that spoiled child is just scared that there's someone who's there to tell him what he needs to do.”

You turn the chair in confusion to face Jimmy, “I think you're just overthinking it, especially Daisuke, he's trying his hardest with the life he was given, like we all are.” The man rolls his eyes at you and now you're starting to wonder if you should even be here listening to him talk, “Why even defend him? You constantly avoid the boy, it's obvious you two are just contesting each other.” You scoff at his words, “Oh, please, just because I don't talk to him doesn't mean he's not at least trying to be better–” “I don't even see why you'd go through all this trouble to defend him when he hasn't even defended you in the same breath.” 

You find your eyebrows are now furrowed, “I'm so sorry?” His tongue smacks the roof of his mouth, “You see, you don't even know this kid, you think all these people on this shop are here for your best interest and want to be with you, and friendly, and nice, when in actuality they're all just trying to do their job.” That's when Jimmy crosses his arms, “I'm the one who has to explain your work to others, Swansea tries to make it a competition so he can be the best of the best when in actuality he's just some whiny old bastard with nothing left when he gets on Earth. I'm the one defending your efforts, I don't see Daisuke saying that you're doing just a great job he just says, ‘Golly Gee! You really think that?’” The voice sounds squeaky and joyous, it sounds nothing like Daisuke, and it's only meant to emasculate him. 

You find your eyes fall back into your lap before Jimmy pinches his nose bridge, “Look, I didn't say that so you could sit there and mope about some kid who's probably been in thousands of women before you.” He clears his voice before straightening his posture, you bring your head up to face the man, “I'm telling you because I know you're better than him, better than this, that you can do better, and you shouldn't focus on those naysayers who are doing nothing but allowing some ignorant fool to speak ill of you.”

That's when his hand lands on your shoulder again, you feel curious this time, no disgust in you as you look up into Jimmy's brown eyes in search of hope and comfort. “I won't let that happen. I was angry when Curly passed you off to me, he thinks that just because I'm co-captain that I'm just there to do all the things he doesn't want to do.” You think back on some of the tasks Jimmy has had to do, you always think about how lazy and arrogant he was until you think about those times you've accompanied him on side quests to go see about this, that, and the third.

Your eyebrows soften and you listen earnestly, “He just thinks that you and I aren't really doing what we need to do, even though he helped me get this job I know that he just sees me as someone who needs to be told what to do and when to do it like I'm just another puppet that rises and falls at his will but I'm more than that, and you are more than that.” 

Were you the puppet?

“There’s so many other people that can do the job, like being around someone who always has their phone constantly buzzing when you guys are around each other because he wants you to know you're expendable…”

Are you expendable?

You remembered the phone covered in stickers buzzing violently whilst you both hung out at his house, you asked him to mute it several times but...

“They're his friends, he can't just stop talking to them, he doesn't prioritize you because he knows there are others to go for when it's all said and done.”

Jimmy then sighs, “We're the last ones he talks to during check in because he always wants the good news before the bad news, because he can't handle anything else…” you don't know what to say and honestly you don't even know if you should say anything you're embarrassed by the fact that he might be right about all this about everyone and you hate it because you don't want to believe this. There's no way in this whole wide world that everyone thinks less of you and that even Daisuke is doing better than you, there's no way, right?

You shake your head at this, “Jimmy I don't think that's true I just think that maybe you're spiraling about this and it's okay, people will like us, you and me, I just think that maybe–” The man lets out a groan, he makes his way out of the cockpit in a hurry angered by the fact you disagreed with him. “I won't foster such ignorant thinking, you wanna believe they're out there defending you like I am, being there for you outside of needing something then you can meet that awakening by yourself.” You look down into your lap and look down at your shoes and sigh

Grateful you were when the next ‘day’ finally rolled over, nothing brought you more joy than when the psychiatric reports had to be done. It had been 147 days since you joined the– “Oh I'm so sorry, around 5 months!” You nod thanking Curly with a soft smile, “Yeah, the days thing always freaks me out, feels like they're numbered, y'know?” You try to hold back your laughter looking up at Curly as he puts both hands on his hips and squints at you, “Yeah, it does kinda sound ominous doesn't it.” You groan, “No, Captain, I mean, like my days are literally numbered…” Curly then raises a brow before it clicks, “Ah!” There's a hearty laughter that leaves him.

Was your joke really convoluted or was he just not listening in the first place and he's laughing to save face or is he only laughing because he doesn't think it's funny and he just wants to get rid of you? 

There's a stifle laughter that leaves Swansea.

What the hell is he laughing for? You weren't that funny. Swansea never laughs at anything, not even Daisuke’s jokes that had you clutching your stomach back in high school we're getting to him. Was he just laughing at the situation? Does he know how unfunny you actually am and he's laughing alongside him just to get rid of you, or is he just laughing because he understands completely that clearly doesn't even think I'm funny and that they're both just laughing out of embarrassment for you that this is humorous that you're just a fucking joke to these people–

“I think that's the first time I've ever heard you laugh!” Daisuke chirps at the man before Swansea ushers Daisuke out of the area, you two make eye contact and it feels like the knife that's tracing your heart has applied pressure to your skin. The way his brown eyes find you instantly through a crowd almost kills you and you never admit how much it's truly affected you.

You wonder if that look is an actual look of care, that even if you actually do care does, he really? Is he looking longer knowing that we have history? Is he looking at me because the last time we ever saw each other he had sex with you? It's not like you really care about what he thinks he's just some spoiled child who hasn't had shit to do since high school. Your nose crinkles at him as you think back on everything, he hasn't even really made the time to even come visit you or talk to you and yeah sure you were avoiding him, but he hasn't tried it all that whole time he was talking to you. Was he only talking to you because he got bored of you, and then now he's just trying to come back and talk to me because he thinks you're some easy lay?

You take a sip of the coffee Jimmy got for the group, most likely Curly’s advice to make the man more palatable for them. “I'll take this Anya since I got my psychiatric report today,” I explain to Jimmy, he nods, “Yeah, I heard she's trying to burn the midnight oil since we had that little slip up with some parts falling loose because of you know who.” That's when Jimmy uses his thumb to point in the direction of the engineering and his little Internet leaving the room. “Yeah, not surprised he's fumbling so much since his little hot streak for the first couple of months on this ship.” You nod, saying goodbye to Jimmy before making your way out the room leaving both Curly and Jimmy in the lounge area.

You open the medic door to be met with Anya, she gives you a warm smile and you take it in with your guarded heart pulling up to shield too quickly to allow the feeling to linger before you pull up that fake smile of yours. You breeze through the questions, and you feel a lot better answering them than the first couple times as you've developed this small relationship with her.  You answer them honestly though you know Anya has to do her job and you won't stop her from doing that and fulfilling what she believes is right. 

You think back on what she had the first time around: “I need you to be honest because I need to be better at this, I need to know that I'm actually learning and growing from this.” It was after you made too many jokes about your mental issues, she going tired as much as she was trying to be as lenient with you as she could as a friend and it's become exhausting to hear you constantly talk bad about yourself in such a joking way as if it didn't affect you when it's so clearly and obviously did. 

It brought something else in her, this, a deep sense of insecurity as she wondered if they were even taking her seriously as a real nurse as if she wasn't really doing anything and if she was so underqualified that everybody had just been looking down at her, had she always been just belittled to just don't take it seriously it's coming here and joke.

“Y'know, I'm glad you were honest this time around, F/N, I was beginning to worry I had another Jimmy on my hands.” You cock your head to the left, “I beg your pardon?” Anya sighs, “He just comes in here and makes jokes, feels like talking to a teenage boy and I have to get Curly to do it and it's so embarrassing!” The way it shot from Anya’s mouth in such a flustered manner left you bewildered, as if she was really just fed up with Jimmy to begin with. That's when she took a sip of the coffee you put on her desk, she let out a satisfying sigh before thanking you, “I'm glad someone on this ship thinks of me.” I smile before shushing her, “Oh, no. Jimmy made some for everyone.” Anya raised a brow, “Everyone's up right now?” You nod, leaving her to sigh before going back to work.

You stay in the room for a little while as she finishes up some last-minute notes, she slowly looks up at you from her desk and develops a giddy smile. “Y’know, we haven't spent a lot of time together in a while and honestly, I really do miss you coming over and watching dumb reality television.” You scoff at this. Thinking back on everything and you just roll your eyes, “Y’know, you don’t have to say dumb it’s reality television.” The two of you share a warm giggle, the both of you make your way out of med bay and towards the resting quarters to go watch some more reality TV.

As the two of you make your way over to Anya's room, there's a sort of stumble, a bit of a trip, and suddenly Anya's hand lands on your shoulder to support herself. You question if she's all right and she tells you that she's good, but you don't believe it. The woman smiled warmly at you, and you clutch her body as you direct your way into her area, you stumble a bit as you knock over her needles and yarn kept in a small basket next her bed. I quickly curse myself and apologize before Anya mumbles, “It’s okay…Everything…okay…” You sigh; a bit frustrated by her exhaustion as you help her lay in bed. “You shouldn’t overexert yourself Anya, you don’t have to overexert yourself, it’s just a small group and we can all do this even if you need a break.” You smile sweetly and she smiles back, tangling her fingers in your hair, “God, you’re like gorgeous, an angel sent from above…” You feel your face flushed before you watched her eyes flutter close. 

You lightly shook her just a little bit just to see if she was even a bit awake, you were in awe that she was knocked cold. ‘I hope she stops overworking herself.’ You were still in awe nonetheless; you were concerned on where to go from here. It was most definitely late; the yawn that escaped your throat was deafening and you tucked her into bed as you made your way out the room. “Goodnight, Anya…” You say softly before turning around and making your way over to the door only to be met with a solid form that caused you to take a step back. You rubbed your head, and you looked up to see Jimmy.

“Jimmy?” You're so confused by what the hell you could be doing over here at this time. You cock your head a bit and Jimmy raises a brow as he causes his arm, “what are you doing all the way over here isn't your room a bit farther from Anya's?” You hesitate but you still crease your eyes as you look at them a bit confusingly, “Yeah, we were just hanging out in the med bay before she invited me back over but then she, like, fell asleep. I think she's just working herself.” You share this grief with Jimmy who only rolls his eyes, “She shouldn't be overworking herself; she's acting like this is being a real nurse. No wonder she's never good, if she just put that time into studying instead of taking care of dumb and dumber than she'd actually pass.” You immediately hushed him, putting your hands on him and pushing him back out the room allowing the door to close behind the two of you.

“Even then she's still trying, you shouldn't talk about people like that, that's rude, Anya's one of the few people on this ship who can really see the good in everybody, so I'll be damned if you're about to be that way about her.” There's a silence between Jimmy, he scoffs at you, “like I said before if they were really caring about you and they really saw you for your best interest and why did it take so long for Anya to hang out with you until today? I'm just saying, F/N, I personally don't even see why you defend somebody who's so…” Jimmy catches the look on your eye, you're growing irritated and his eyes dart to see the balled-up fist you have with your nails digging into your palms.

The man looks back from your hands and towards your eyes, the harshness in your gaze leaves him hurt, he sighs as he clears his throat. “Y'know what, you're right.” Jeremy then changed his posture, and you subtly fix yours but still hold your irritated expression, “Listen, you were right about everything. I don't even know what I was thinking saying all that stuff about somebody who you still considered a friend. Who am I to judge who you keep in your circle when I completely trust you.” Your features soften, “Trust?” Jimmy nods before sighing, “I guess you could say, I was a bit sad by the fact that you left to go to your psych eval. We’ve gotten to be around each other, and I know last night I got angry, and honestly it was just kind of rough being without you, maybe it was being jealous of your other friends, and for that, I hope you can forgive me.” 

You raise a brow, there's no universe where he feels this way genuinely, you're on edge by the feeling but then you look into his face and there's this kind of expression like a beating down dog. It felt like you were rereading Shiloh back in your 3rd grade classroom, and you remembered that dog's distressed look as it prayed to have that type of special attention. You change your wording, “Listen, I don't mind us being friends getting to know each other and being on better terms, but that was completely unacceptable. I don't want to be told that I'm just the runt of the group, I got really in my head earlier and it was hard for me to be around Curly and then when we were in the lounge. "You then sigh to yourself, “I could tell from the way you talk that you were just looking out for me but that's not how you do it. I'm not mentally ready for that type of rejection, as pathetic as it sounds.”

Jimmy laughs, “Yeah, I know a lot about being pathetic.” “Your self deprecation rubbed off on me to a point where Anya pointed it out,” The two of you looked at one another with a conflicted look before letting out an annoying sigh, “Oh brother, she can't take a joke.” You then spoke up in defense, “Can't take a joke when you're making a mockery of her career, you can't just give someone coffee as offering you gotta apologize like you're doing with me.” Jimmy then gives you a smile, it's awkward and crooked like it doesn't belong, it's eerie and you try to get rid of this feeling for the sake of having a more positive relationship with your trainer.

You smile back, “So, uh, why were you out here?” just as awkward as his before you try to think about what you want to say, “Just a mandatory check…Making sure you're all here and safe, even in space you could never be too safe as Curly says.” You chuckle, “Yeah, not surprised there.” The two of you share a laugh, the dark chuckle that escapes his throat feels even more terrifying, you quickly dismiss yourself to get back to the comfort of your enclosed space, “Well, I'll be heading back.” You say, you turn in the opposite direction and wave him off, Jimmy nods, his smile falling, “Goodnight, F/N.” You feel a shiver down your back, turning around to wave awkwardly back at him, it's hard to even emit any joy with the darkness of the area just shadowing his face and only highlighting the dead look in his eyes that tore you apart.

You let out a spacious laugh, “Goodnight, Jimmy!”

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There’s something about the nurse aboard the Tuplar, she’s sweet, not sickeningly, but in a beautiful moderation. The way you’re given a piece of candy for completion of a simple task and even more so envelopes you when the day is rough. You’re not surprised by her nature; however, you are surprised by her knowledge.

You won’t lie to yourself that Jimmy had definitely convinced you that Anya was someone who tried too hard at things “She’d never be good at.” You feel for her, Jimmy setting these unrealistic expectations of what his own needs and wants that he desires from the group. 

Anya…Musume? Maybe it was a lack of attention you paid in school, but God, you couldn't read cursive to save your life. Looking at her name card, you could tell who she was. She was the nurse on deck and who you'd be spending your time with. Luckily for you, you'd given this time to really take in your surroundings, and by taking your surroundings, be stuck with Jimmy for a majority of the duration of your trip.

It peeved you to say the least, and you couldn't help but hate how much Jimmy was going to be around you, and how much this was definitely going to affect your relationship given the situation.

Your eyes laid on Anya, she was gorgeous, in fact, one of the most prettiest girls in the world. She honestly reminded you a bit of Daisuke’s older sister, she's not meek when she talks to you. In fact, you watch as Anya takes over Jimmy, she's a lot more carefree than Jimmy made her out to be, passionate about helping you, Jimmy also calls that her hellbent need to be in charge, and she tells you about how you should join her and Daisuke for a game, and which Jimmy will tell you that they’re both childish ego maniacs who have never told no in their life.

“They keep trying, reaching for something that they know they'll never reach, but thanks to their parents' big ambition and big push, they think they can accomplish the world. They don't know hard work. Failing 8 times? It's obvious she's not trying hard enough. Daisuke? It’ll just be inheritance.”

You hated how little time you were able to spend with Anya. It honestly pissed you off how fucking pushy Jimmy was. It was irritating to be around somebody so annoyingly negative, pessimistic, ignorant to the world around them, only thinking of how things can only get worse. 

It wasn't even you who told him to go away, it was Anya. The dark-haired woman speaks to you. There's a big, chipper smile on her face, and it's radiant, like a halo behind her, and she's looking to you like Mother Teresa. “I would love some help from you if you don't mind. I know Jimmy is rather busy since he is Copiloting and I am pretty sure Curly's been talking about needing some help in the cockpit for a minute. He came in here early with some injuries. I was hoping I would find Jimmy to tell him to go help Curly. It gives you the time to really look into the nurse's office and get to know more about the area, I'd be happily able to inform you while Jimmy's gone.” Jimmy scoffs. Obviously, he can't even help the idea of you wanting to do something else rather than be around him.

“Well,” “I’d love to, Anya!” 

Jimmy's eyes as it hits your gaze but Anya's there, and she's tall and proud and she doesn't give a shit. She's like this bright flashlight, beating down on a shadow. “You’re our only hope!” Anya jokes. There's a soft giggle in her voice. Jimmy leaves in a huff and it honestly brings you more joy to even be out of the area. She watches as your soldiers fall in relief and she can't help but just feel for you in those seconds as she watches you. 

“What a hardass, no?” You let out another sigh, “You’re fucking telling me.” Bursts in the laughter. It's the same boisterous laughter that you hear in the game room while her and Daisuke are going at it.

It's nice, you're not surprised Curly feels so at peace around her, she's like a garden, if you're gonna be honest, with all the pastels surrounding you and the smell of the nature hitting your nose. It's sweet, not nauseous, not irritating to the skin. Everything is soft and the temperature is perfect.

“Well, tell me about yourself,” she says. She takes a seat on the other side of the desk, and you follow in suit as you just can't wait to talk to this woman. “What do you like to do on the ship? What makes you smile? Why are you here? How'd you throw up on Jimmy without him making a bigger scene?” Anya's quick quiz questions. She's very inquisitive.

You look around her desk to see the small doodles on sticky notes, the many different books on psychology and mental health, and the personal notebook on her desk decorated with old worn-down stickers that are scratched up and fading in color.

You try to answer every question with suave, you hope your cool in her eyes, “Honestly, I like sleeping on this ship. I never realized how exhausting everything would be, especially with such a hard ass like Jimmy. I mean, Jesus, man this guy can't do anything without being such a bitch! He's always trying to make me do more and more and more like me doing the basics isn't enough. And he acts like this is like something I've done 1000 times but I'm literally doing only for the first time. And I can't believe it. He's just so aggravating, you know?”

Anya's listening earnestly, and it's riveting to have somebody genuinely sit there and listen to you. There are no accusatory glances, there's no language that has any type of anger or hindrance towards your story or how you feel. It's fully allowing you to be in the moment and be in your emotions.

You’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to Anya when you struggle talking to anyone else, is it always this easy to talk to strangers? It’s probably why your always on online chatrooms, like the time your mom caught you on one at 3AM and almost tore you a new one. 

Anya hits you with the simple responses, “Mhm.” “Right.” “Oh my god.” In her tone, it's laid back, it makes you feel casual, and it makes you feel amazing. “What makes me smile? Honestly, I really couldn't tell you, but I promise you that the reason? That's probably on this ship, actually.”

Anya's ears perk up, and she's most definitely way more into this than you thought she'd be. Not like she wasn't into it before, but it's definitely something that's alarmed her.  “On this ship?” There’s a hum in her voice as she playfully smirks, your bite your tongue as punish before shaking your exposed palms at her to try and lower the attention to your wording.

“No, not like that, just–” Anya just dismissively hums at you, she knows something you don’t and it’s eating you alive, “I’m really only on this ship for my mom? She wants to make sure I get better opportunities when I get back. But honestly, I just can't wait to move out of this house. It's exhausting. Everything is just so exhausting, but I think it's gonna get better. Once I'm out.” Anya nods, “Once you’re out!”

You smile at this. There's something so sweet about this, thus you continue on. “Honestly, I didn't really mean to throw up on Jimmy, it was a lot in the moment and honestly it was just so icky being around him. I felt like there was hundreds of thousands of maggots just swirling around in my stomach acid and they were becoming more than my stomach acid could take and not enough was being burnt down and I just felt it just plummeting back in my throat and I just couldn't fathom being around that man anymore.” 

Oh, fuck.

The look on Anya's face is caring but there's definitely a hint of anger, irritation even, and just grief for you specifically. Anya feels for you, she honestly can't stand being around Jimmy in the minutes she had to meet him. He was just nothing more than somebody who was just super-duper grumpy with Daisuke and Swansea make little jokes about the bitter man.

Anya stops joking with Curly after making one joke and Jimmy hearing it from Curly and thus Curly mentioning Anya and thus Jimmy saying lot of things very much out of line that led to their dismissive interactions with another unless under a professional lens.

“It’s just treating him if he needs it and making sure I do the psych evals, other than that, he has no reason to be around me.” 

You respect Anya in that regard: She's very much self-oriented, if it’s hurting her, it’s out of her life like that, she snaps, and you notice the shimmer from the glitter on her pink almond nails. “Do you get them done often?”

Anya raised a brow, you point to her hands put them out to cradle her as she allows you to get a closer look, “Oh, I do ‘em myself. I used to do my mom's when I lived at home.” That’s when Anya turned your hands around, your hands were fried from the manual labor that Jimmy put you through, she winces but a light bulb above her makes her shine like a descending Angel. “I don't know if you're against it, and if you are it’s cool, but I'd really love if you let me work on your nails. If not, it's completely cool. But you know, if you let me, I'd be like super happy!” There’s a cheekiness to Anya, she’s unapologetically herself, never in a mean way but uplift others. A smile on her face, it’s subtle but there, “I’d be super happy too, if you did my nails.” Anya gives you an even bigger smile, before she slowly pulls in with a flutter of her lashes, “Oh, yeah?” You giggle at her nature, “Oh, most definitely.” 

The two of you share a giggle before she unfortunately has to dismiss you, “Studying sucks, but I don’t think my gut can take more chili fries.” Anya playfully sighs as she waves you out.

There’s a pep in your step as you walk, this pep however hushes once you hear Curly and Jimmy talking in another room, “And she completely dismissed me, as if I didn’t exist!” You listen in closely.

Obviously, they're talking about you, so you should hear it. Because they won't tell you and they never will. Maybe that's your own fault, but the more you listen to Jimmy complain, the more you wonder if Curly even cares at this point.

“Well, you didn’t really take the time to really address Anya, y’know?” He's dismissive to the fact that Curly could even be right in this scenario. With how he's been carrying himself this whole time, he's assumed that Anya should just respect him regardless.

You have no choice but to really listen to him regardless since this is really all you really have, and you'd have to hear about him talking shit about everybody later anyways. “Even then, she should respect me, I am the co-captain.” Curly sighs, “Well, you don’t really act like a nice co-captain.” There’s a stifle in his voice, a choked out laugh escapes Jimmy and you can feel the spit hit your face from memory.

“Oh, you mean be you?”  “No. I mean be more likeable, try with the others, all you do is sit here cooped up in this section of the ship barking orders at…”  Curly backpedals, your peeved that he’s not saying more, Jimmy repeats your name, you feel your back straighten at the sound.

“Listen, what goes on with the training has nothing to do with you or anyone else on this ship. Besides, you put me in charge of them, you think I’m gonna sit there and let my protege get soft like Swansea’s?” There’s an eye roll from the blond, “What are you even talking about? Swansea has Daisuke study, and he gives him tests on the material.” 

Another sigh leaves Curly, you hear those beat up shoes hit the floor as he adjusts himself before he speaks again, “Y’know what your problem is? You sit here and you constantly compare yourself to others, and when they're not exactly like you, you wanna sit there and make them feel bad for being themselves.”

'Jimmy says nothing, your shocked by that fact alone, “I got you this job because it’s easy money, Lord knows your situation before wasn’t any better than this, and instead of trying to get along with others or at least being cordial, you’re trying to self-destruct when things don’t go your way.”  

There’s a drag in the air, you peek a bit to see that Jimmy huffs and his head hangs low, he’s like a child being caught digging in the candy jar.

Curly looks irritated, it's a very different light you see him in as its rare you ever seen him disgruntled, “I really am screwing this up. I mean, have I really not been trying at all? I feel like I have. Have I really not been changing to begin with?” Jimmy mutters to himself, loud enough for you and Curly to hear since the sound of a foot echoed throughout these halls.

Curly’s features soften, “Maybe you’re right, I’m not cut out for this stuff, I should’ve just stated back.” He sighs before pulling Jimmy in for a hug. “We’ve known each other since forever, I don’t want to see you struggle like you did before, this is how you lost your last job, remember?” Jimmy doesn’t even respond, he nods with his head in his friend’s shoulder before Curly has a big smile on his and he pats his friend’s back.

“I just want what’s best for you, Jimmy.” Curly says as he pulls away, Jimmy nods again, “Yeah, I know.” It’s like he’s reflecting on himself almost, before Jimmy begins to fold in on himself, “God, I really am screwing this up.” The brunette then puts his head in his hands leaving Curly to quickly comfort the man, “Hey, you’re doing your best, I’m not expecting you to get it overnight.”  

You're in awe by them, you wonder if you should do something or at least doing something more than just watching them right now. You clear your throat causing the two to look back to you, Jimmy straightens up, that remorseful look on his face now a bittered expression that was the sourness that your existence caused him. Curly perks up, “Hey there.” Jimmy says your name, you fix your posture, “Jimmy. Curly. How’s it hanging?” “Was doing a lot better earlier.” 

God, you wanna punch this guy so fucking bad.

“Ah, I get that. I heard from Swansea that Daisuke was sniffling earlier, you probably caught it.” The man raises a brow, “How can I catch it? I only saw him once today.” You also a raise brow, “Y’know, like pathogens? He sneezes and it’s all in the air now.” Curly nods in agreement, “Yeah, we are trapped on this ship so it would be hard for something like that to just disappear in the air.” Jimmy nods alongside him, “You’re right, Curly.” 

You allow the situation roll off your back, like a duck to water, you don't let it affect you and you're glad you don't. Now Curly and Jimmy are just looking at you before Curly perks up with a little question, “I mean, didn’t you throw up earlier? You probably got it from Daisuke.”

Now you're here stuck thinking about the fact that Daisuke has such a disgusting implication of you.

“Oh, yeah, probably.” That’s when Curly looks towards Jimmy, his eyes dart towards you and then back towards Jimmy. “Maybe you should turn in, it’s been a long day, and I need you to handle the challenges for tomorrow.” Gee, thanks. You smile, eagerly, “Thank you so much, Jimmy. I really appreciate this.” You dismiss yourself because what else are you doing around these two? You don't need to be around them longer than you need to be, and just being around these two just makes you feel off. 

You quickly make your way to your room. While walking around, you however discover one of the room’s door opened, It's not in your nature to really peak. The Jimmy and Curly thing was definitely you just trying to learn more about why he was such a douchebag, and you didn't really learn much to be honest with you. 

So maybe peeking isn't gonna really help you in this situation—

“Hey, come in here, you.” The only feminine voice you'll be met with on this trip. You turn your head after walking by the door without looking, and there you're met with Anya, she's out of uniform some pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt, you notice the face on it– “You like Love Island?” Anya raises a brow, “You know Love Island?” You nod your head, “My mom’s really into it, sometimes I just watch it with her while I’m making food.”

“Cool.” 

“Yeah.”

There’s silence between the two of you, it’s nerving given that she just has this unphased expression on her face, her half-lidded eyes with a small smile that showed how happy she was to be around you had only made you worry more as you believe your overstaying your welcome by standing around her. You try to dismiss yourself—

“You wanna come watch it with me? I got a bunch of downloaded episodes.” 

You perk up at the question, not like you have anything better to do, you’re not sick and Jimmy just let you go. Anya tilts her head, awaiting your response, “So?” Your eyes widen, “Oh, yeah, of course.” The smile on Anya’s face got bigger, “Yeah, come on in.” 

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There’s tension in the room, it’s thick, rough to spread on toast and forced down your throat to make sure you know that you had fucked this up. Of course, Daisuke would be here–But why Daisuke? The rare updates your mother gave was that he really did nothing after high school, enrolled into college undeclared as he just partied his way through the first and second semester.

“No amount of money could get that boy into a good school.” Your mother sighed in relief, “Good riddance.” You had done well, well in your mother eyes since you could’ve done “one more extracurricular’ or ‘been involved in more organizations’ nonetheless, you secured your spot at her dream college and took it seriously in fear she’d kick out her child.

You know, you hadn’t taken the chance to notice how Daisuke had grown, changed in some ways with the faded blond hair dye on the ends of his hair–When did he start curling his hair? When did he dye it blond? What made him start wearing concealer around his eyes? There’re these subtleties you may have not noticed before, were they always there and you were always just that neglectful of him? Disappointed in yourself as a friend you wave to him, and when his eyes finally hit you, it almost drops like a dead body. There’s a way his eyes fall, it almost guts you in a way where he perfectly places his hands on the most sensitive parts. It’s the way he knows you inside out, he doesn’t even need to say anything to you, the look in his chestnut eyes that held everything back in them to not burst into tears. “Alright, Daisuke, that’s enough getting familiar with the crew.” Jimmy speaks, it’s a man you remembered having straight brown hair slicked into a midpart, brown eyes, and stubble. The scraggle under his chin made you cringe, praying that if he got closer there wouldn’t be something ghastly awaiting you. All of you wore the Pony Express jumpsuit, except Swansea and Daisuke who just wore the shirt and jeans with Daisuke adding on a top, you’re not surprised since Daisuke would add anything to the uniform to make sure he was authentic even in the little ways like a feather earring or multicolored rubber band bracelets. 

You began to play with the one under the sleeve of your jumpsuit, your fingers turning into pluck at your wrist was the one Daisuke had made for you back in elementary school, it had his and your favorite color alternating every two loops. 

“Oh! My! God!” You let out the most obnoxious gasp, it causes him to giggle, and you smirk to yourself knowing all the right buttons to push, there’s a big grin on his face as he slips it on your wrist, and you look down at it to see his wrist falling next to yours to reveal the same bracelet. “Do you like love it?” You snicker at his phrasing, “Dude, I like love it, man.” You mock him, he brings his shoulder to yours to shove it, and the two of you share a smile with glazed over eyes.

How do you even face him? Ways to talk to him, but your biggest fear is talking to him specifically. Everybody boarding this ship seems fine, or at least as good as any other crew could be to be honest with you, since you know it is like your first time. You're looking at a little longer than you should. Like Curly? I mean, you think he's good looking? It's the same blond that Daisuke wanted to do at one point, he was charismatic like how Daisuke was when you first met him, and his hand shake his firm but you long for the wiggle in his wrist Daisuke had.

Holy shit, what do you even do in this situation?

What do you even say to him? “Hey, I'm sorry for leaving you after all this time.” “My bad for abandoning you.” “I'm scared shitless at my mom.” Can you even use your mom as an excuse anymore? Is she even really that scary in the first place or were you just pussying out? All the time where you’ve defended him and all the times he's defended you–Why was you even arguing for him if you just ended up leaving him in the end? 

Soon you were met with the Co-captain again. You want to lie to yourself about your situation, that being on a ship is cool and being trained to fly it sounds even more amazing but Good God, you could not stand to be around Jimmy for longer than you needed to. 

Honestly, you were very much distraught to find out that you were being stuck with Jimmy. “Since as Captain I'll be a bit busier, I won't be able to be as active as I'd like to be in training. Jimmy’s been a good hand, he's strong willed, eager, and is a good companion to have on the ship.”

You have to shadow him?

In some place in your heart, you know that he hates it just as much as you do. Just meeting him for the first time made him just look at you like lesser, was it because you added your own accessories to your uniform or the fact you put effort into your appearance? Handshake from Jimmy killed something in you because of how he did it, why was his hand so clammy? Why couldn’t he smell better? How come anytime that you talk to him you feel this disgusting older mess inside you like you're the one fucking up all the time? You hope and pray that this isn't all the time you'll spend on the Tuplar.

Upon loading all necessary items, you all make your accession, there's not really a lot to do on the Tuplar, unfortunately there's never anything to do here besides put all your stuff into your room and pray for the best. “Let's go.” Jimmy says your name like a sergeant, it's clear he treats you as a boot licker and now here you were running your tongue against the heel, “Yes, sir.”

Your first thing when it comes to the Tuplar is how the hell a ship can even run this long, you remember the information your mother gave you about how this is the last human ran delivery service, you think back on it and hate it even more as you remember you're really just stuck with these people for around a year or two. 

You needed to make the best of it.

Whoever would be writing your recommendation letter Whether that Curly, or even Jimmy. You make sure that you did your absolute best. Now the biggest problem with being around Jimmy all the time is being around Jimmy all the time. You tried to find good things about him. For instance, he told you on the first day, “You're very diligent, I'm grateful for it.” It was nice to hear it, you began to look forward to it throughout the day like the people pleaser you were, spineless against Jimmy like you were to your mother.

There was also the fact that he would teach you stuff, he always made sure to be open with you and never bullshit you on what you wanted to know. There was a clear inferiority complex though. Anytime the two of you bumped into Curly there was a clear pedestal that Jimmy put him on, it was exhausting to hear him talk about how Curly got him this job and how grateful he was and how much good Curly did on this ship.

It got even more awkward one day, though. It was most likely around the later time this week that you were working alongside Jimmy and Curly happened to show up. Now in your defense, you really didn't know the two like that, Curley decided to make a joke about Jimmy, basically along the lines of how Jimmy might be a 'Negative Nancy' and it was all in good fun.

Unbeknownst to you, Curly would definitely be talking to you about Jimmy was in the first place. Jimmy was definitely a character and honestly, it was very hard to even find the time to be around him, even though you were forced to be around him a majority of the time. Nonetheless, Jimmy was definitely not supposed to hear what Curly and you had discussed because you were giving your most honest opinion about Jimmy given the week you two had spent together.

“He’s just always weird, to me, all the time.” Curly raised a brow, “Weird as in?”  “At first, I felt special? Like all he was doing is just making me think that there was a chance to be better.” Then you let out a groan, you think back on what he says, and you continue on with your discussion, “It was this sick cycle, he’d compliment me, then he’d backhand me with a little thing, 

‘You could’ve been better.’ ‘You could’ve not missed it.’ ‘Do you even know how to maneuver?’ ‘I guess you’re not as diligent as I thought.’”  You sit there and look at Curly, and Curly look back at you with sympathy. “Well, why the fuck am I even trying then?” Curly flinches at your language but does nothing to halt your rant, especially when his eyes flicker above you then back to yours, he’s grateful you don’t notice.

“What the fuck am I gaining? If all it amounts to him just pulling the rug beneath my feet to see if I’ll float for him. It's ridiculous. I'm trying so much to please him and make sure I'm doing all right and that I meet his standards so I can do good in college, and I'm sitting here being bent over backwards and turned inside out for this absolute buffoon.” There’s another groan that earns his way out of you, “And his tone, it's so condescending. He never ever tries to think about anything that somebody else is doing. It's always about him, him, him, him. As if I have nothing else to do with my life. What if I want to go play games with Anya and Daisuke?”

Curly’s eyes aren’t even on you anymore, he’s looking to your left, and in return you follow his eyes. Guess that maybe it's just the way it's supposed to be? You don't say anything though You're terrified of even trying to go against either or so you sit there, and you stay silent. I mean what could you even say in the first place, “Jimmy…” You’re distraught that Curly didn’t tell you sooner, you don’t blame him, and Curly doesn’t correct you on it.

“So, do you have a problem with me? If you really have a problem with me while I’m on this ship, why work under me? Why do this? If you absolutely have nothing else to offer besides complaining the whole time, all you do is complain, complain, complain about what? About how I teach you? Mainly, it's because of how unattached you are to this. You never care for anything; you never sit there and think twice. You always sit there and think you're a know it all and think you know everything from A-Z. Unfortunately, you don't and I'm so sorry that you're hurt, that I know more than you and that you feel hurt or put on and I'm oh so sorry that you feel that way.”

The way Jimmy talked to you really pissed you off. Honestly, you were about 5 seconds away from beating his arse. Nonetheless though, you held back all that rage that you had pent up and thought about what you should do. He was apologizing for your feelings as if you are feeling the way you felt was absolutely the wrong way to feel and that you are not allowed to feel emotions in the first place about what he does as if his. As his actions don't have consequences. You want to say something and as much as you really want to fight against him.

You sit there, you take a breath in, and you apologize. 

“I’m sorry, Jimmy. I should've communicated better. You're actually a really good co-captain, Jimmy.” There's a look in his eyes that tells you majorly messed up he looks back to you with this glaring expression but a crooked little grin on his face that tells you differently, he'll turn his body to you slowly and you look to him with a wobbly smile, your foundation being nothing but the fear you have in his face.

“It doesn't really matter what you think, does it? At the end of the day, I'm co-captain and Curly is captain, not the other way around. Don't need you feeling bad for me especially when I know you'd rather be with Curly.” You're lost for words, what do you even say after something like this? You can try and be nice and tell him that's not true but what are you even gaining from that at this point?

No Curly is just awkwardly standing there, unable to really do or say anything he tells the booth of you. “Maybe you guys should work it out amongst yourselves, you guys are mature and like-minded adults.” That was his cue to leave. You're distraught by this, but not surprised, unfortunately, given that he didn't even tell you about Jimmy being next to you. You wonder how long Jimmy was actually there next to you before Curly was going to say anything, if he was going to say anything at all...

After Curly makes his way out of the hallway, you were left alone with Jimmy, and you try to start up the conversation. “Well,-” The way Jimmy barks out a laugh causing him to spit on your face made you wince at the scene, “Well, Well what? Well, you suck at your job? Well, flattery will get you nowhere. Well, what do you even plan on doing after this excursion? Well, what do you even study in college? Well, do you even think you'll return for the next time? Well? Well?” With each phrase he got closer, and closer, and closer.

“Here and play around on this ship as if we're all doing these little dumb reindeer games to come and sit here and bullshitting around. I didn't know you were like Daisuke, and you have a little family going home to support you while you go through college, and I definitely didn’t know you wanted to hang out with the nurse who barely qualified for the position. I didn't know that you were so spoiled in lavish that you thought you could sit here and play around. You didn't want to learn anything, you just thought this was going to be a fun little hang out time. But this is real shit. We're doing real things.” 

It didn't help that he had just eased you into one of the closets, it's small with shelves lined with miscellaneous items. It was cramp, you're cornered by this absolute unit that was most definitely trying to intimidate you. You don't even know what to do at this point. You look in his eyes and even while you're trying to hold your ground you feel like your knees are going to buckle in. 

You stare at Jimmy, and he doesn't even see you, you're just another person who needs to know his place on the ship. Below Curly but above you. It was never explicitly said, and you don't know if you could ever really get it out of him, but you knew that this was just him making sure he knew you knew. You kept staring though and even as his face got closer and closer you couldn't even fathom how you would even get out of this.

“Well, what?” You see yourself in his reflection and there's nothing more humiliating than knowing how weak you look in front of somebody. It's almost petrifying how much you're realizing that you're stuck here, and you will be stuck here for as long as he wants you to be. 

“Well?” You sigh, “I’m sorry, Jimmy, I was just speaking my mind.” He doesn't even look at you, his eyes flicker up and they flicker back down at you with no type of change to emotion. “I didn't decide to have a person work alongside me and be around me this whole time just for them to speak their feelings I don't want you to speak your feelings I don't need you to speak your feelings I don't want to hear you speak your feelings You're here for one thing and one thing only follow my orders and if you can't do that then I don't even know why you even bother to show up.” 

“You didn't even decide to have me as your intern…” 

You shouldn't have said that and in those seconds you didn't even realize it you were being snatched up, it was quick both of his hands already pinning you both by the sides of your shoulders you weren't surprised that he was able to just immediately grab your forearms and yank you over to him with his face even more knotted up in anger than before. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, follower. What did you say?” Your breath hitches at the feel of coarse hands squishing your flesh without a care, “I said,” You think, you think some more, and you come to your conclusion.

“I said, you didn't even decide to have me as your intern, you only have me shadowing you because you're not as important as Curly.” The way his grip tightened was something you expected, and you prayed that the bruises on your arms wouldn't be too bad as you felt yourself being run through a compressor, that was until someone knocked on the door. Jimmy whips his head around to see who it is, “Who is it?” 

“Oh!” No, fucking, way. “Hey, Jiiiiimmy, right? I heard F/N’s voice in there and I was gonna ask if I could come in and get some stuff cause Swansea sent me…” Your eyes widen and you almost cry out in relief, “Daisuke? Yeah, I'm in here!” The look shot back at you almost gave you whiplash, quickly putting your head down in embarrassment as you were met with Jimmy's angered expression in your face. “We're coming out right now.”

There's an awkwardness in the air more than there was before but for a different reason. Upon getting out the closet you're met with Daisuke, You weren't the first to leave in fact as Jimmy was already standing there with his harm's crossed looking at Daisuke dismissively, there is a glare in his eyes that Daisuke had read as Jimmy being upset about being interrupted and you being embarrassed about being caught. Embarrassment was correct. You were absolutely floored by the fact that Daisuke had found you with Jimmy alone in a closet. It almost killed you to see the expression on his face upon leaving the enclosed area.

“Soooooooo, what were you guys doin’ in there?” Only Daisuke would ask such a question, and you admired him for such boldness and confidence you'd never lost it in those years, and he even glowed more with him being met with such a sight, you don't think he cares, and you do think maybe he thinks you moved on. It kills you to look at him, there's no obvious hurt in his face but Daisuke has always been someone that's displayed effortless suave. 

Jimmy was quick to speak, “Nothin’ you need to worry about, Daisuke, just getting to know my intern a little better.” There's a cheeriness to his expression It's obvious of what he's doing, and you can't even say anything without not wanting to be put into that situation once more. You argue with yourself again, You could defend yourself and tell Daisuke that Jimmy was being a total asshole to you, and you needed help and you were so glad that he was able to help you or you could do what you were best at and that was going along with it.

“Yeah,”

Just like you always did. 

“Ohhhhhhh, I see.” Daisuke lets out a warm laugh, too warm of a laugh, even as he's almost joking about it in a way that seemed like him and Jimmy were close, “Anywhosies, I'm going to take this stuff to Swansea. I'll see you guys around! Have fun getting to know each other!” You wish that your innards were churned into chum then regurgitated onto Jimmy. You turn to look at Jimmy, you think about what Daisuke thought about finding you two in the closet, once Daisuke was finally out of view, you promptly vomited onto Jimmy.

Those liquid would for sure stain his uniform and the chunks made a disgusting plan into the floor after you then clutched your stomach. You groaned, unfortunately for Jimmy, he took you to the nurse station. 

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js wanted to drop by and say that i love your daisuke x reader fic sm it is so amazing!!!!🥹🥹🥹 that part where we see him messaging reader over the year hurt so bad and i love it (sobs) ☹️ will continue with your plans to turn it into a series ?

THANK YOU!!!! Yeah, I do plan on doing a series cause I do wanna see how their relationship plays out in the game story and some other elements.

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❝ WE'RE PROVING TO EACHOTHER THAT ROMANCE IS BORING. ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Daisuke x AFAB! Reader

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ Your best friend from high school is working at the same internship as you!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted on AO3 | Second Person Point of View | Angst | References to sex | Series? | Marijuana Use | Alcohol Use | Romance Is Boring - Los Compensinos

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ BINGO BANGO BABY!!!! I’ll be honest that I’m weighing on making this a series, I want to but I’m looking for the push

There’s a familiar warmness that breaks from the open window, you smack your lips as you feel your tongue roll against the roof of your mouth, the taste of fruity alcohol mixed with marijuana has nestled into your tastebuds.

You miss the tongue in your mouth that helped implant it, stirring around and you couldn’t be happier to have someone, you held in such high regard, mix with you. You clutch the blankets and pull them to your chest—

What is there left to hide from him?

You slowly pull yourself from under the blankets, your naked top now feels the sun beat onto your chest, you try to recollect last night and think about what your next actions should be. There’s familiarity in the room, the old scratched up records pinned to a wall with an acoustic guitar that was never played properly, work out bean bags, and a small round table with scratched up games' controllers on it. There’s a box of pizza, one slice left—

“You can have it, just heat it up in the morning.”

You don’t take it, no matter how much you feel the vibration in your stomach, you suck it up and began to collect your clothes scattered around the area. You see the familiar Sonic CD rug in the center of the room just before the bed, there you find your underwear, you see your shirt on top of the lava lamp next to his bed, and you find your bottoms next to your school bag.

Your shoes are downstairs, his parents always had slippers to offer at the door whenever you and/or his other friends would come over. It was the only thing they were really strict on when it came to him. You look inside your bag, nothing but schoolbooks and the binder you used for all your note taking, you throw it out the window and into one of the bushes in front of his house.

You look for your phone, on the dresser with some old DVDs of movies that his mother still had, none of them were really interesting except for this one you really enjoyed. ‘Your Name Engraved Herein’, it always made him cry, you had to comfort him after the movie but no matter how many times you tried to tell him that it’s okay, he just continued to bawl into your shoulder about how amazing this movie was.

Maybe it was because you didn’t pay attention to the movie, more focused on his expression as he experienced the movie, he’d tell you little tid bits and explained it to you afterwards when you told him you didn’t really understand. There was always commentary with him when it came to movies, you loved every second of his little movie watching sessions, friends would throw popcorn and hush him, but you eagerly leaned in to hear him whisper small facts about the movies he’d have you all watch.

Even when he finished explaining the movie you didn’t get it, but he told you: “I cried every time I’ve watched this movie without fail, ever since I was like in middle school, my mom would watch this movie, and it would be me and her crying our eyes out over it.”

You grabbed your phone, around the 20% mark it was mainly just texts from your mother about spending the night at his again, she would tell you that you were messing up the future she was perfectly crafting for you and that you needed to learn more discipline before college started. It was always grades, attendance, and extracurriculars with her.

You only did the bare minimum, average grades, average attendance, and chess club.

Your mother hated it.

“He's bringing you down! His parents don't even care about what he's up to! You think I'm gonna let you mess everything I have going for you for some low life boy who can't even follow something as simple as wearing a uniform to school?”

You defended him, like you always did, why wouldn't you? He was there for you when you were down, always there for you, like he was there for you this weekend. You kept scrolling through messages; besides your mother, it was only him who would text you daily.

You had people you studied with, your mother’s friends’ kids, and the family you were already distant with. You had to get home. You slid all your clothes on before you peeped your head through the door, the sound of the shower running and music coming from the speaker he took in the shower with him blaring through the empty house.

His father worked on weekends and his mother went grocery shopping Sunday, “Was it Sunday?” You thought out loud, you couldn’t think about the time you were last back at your house, you made your way down the stairs and towards the door when you found your shoes.

You slip them on and then make your way out; after closing the door you pick up the rock from the little pond, they had next his porch, you lock the door and place the key back where it belongs. You go through the bushes, searching for your bag and a huff out of frustration when you dust the dirt off of it.

There's another huff as you sling the bag over your shoulder and then silence, there's sounds of nature from his neighborhood and now her you were just walking down the street, hoping on the next bus and another back towards the apartment your mother and you shared.

As you unlock the door your mother sits on the couch, she's watching her programs with the same 4 speakers on the different channels she's gone through in the past

“At his place again?” And the way she can't even say his name, it melts off her tongue like a slur and you can't help but bite back a response before she gets up. “Well, how was it? His family feed you?” You shook your head, “No, ma'am. His parents weren't home.”

Why would you say that?

You see the anger in her face, “Oh?” The woman makes her way over to you, there's no hesitation in your stature as it's a routine check. The way she pulls down the collar of your shirt leaves your breath to hitch, you try to snatch her wrist only for her long and jagged nails to scratch at the skin of your palm leaving you to hiss in pain.

There's no surprise with the number of dark marks that were collected by the boy, it was his first time as much as it was yours. You feel the warmness in your cheeks before your mother's eyes burn into you, her stare boiling you alive as you do nothing but just stare at the ground.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” Your name is a bark of a command, called out like a show dog to those she wants to impress then kicked at like a mutt the rest of the time. You pull your head up, you don't want anymore imprints in your cheeks, your acne already fucking up your face as is.

“What did you two do?” You roll your eyes, mumbling ‘Nothing.’ before she snatches up your jaw, those nails now cut up the pimples on your face to leave the pus to pop out You want to whine, cry like a child, ‘Mommy! Stop! You're hurting me!’ You, unfortunately, allow this with your eyes creasing and a small frown rugging on your lips that seems don't only make her madder.

“Your breath reeks of weed and alcohol. I can't believe you'd go and mess around with that boy, after everything I told you!” The woman lets out a pained sigh, as if her coming to spit in your face and yell at you was somehow your puppeteering her to do so. “What if he got you pregnant? How could you do something so dumb! It doesn't even surprise me, he probably talked you into it–Knowing his little delinquent self and his little gang he's probably riddled with some type of disease.”

You want to tell her off, he would never do something like that, all his friends are different from him, they're all a bunch of party goers that just want to do narcotics and fuck each other silly.

“He's not like that.” You strained out of your pursed lips, your mother's tongue smacks against the roof of her mouth, “The boy is nothing but spoiled. His parents just give, give, give, give, and give to some little freeloader who's going to do nothing for his life besides leaching off his parents' money.” You can't hear this anymore.

“He's actually trying to get a job!” Your mother cackles, “Oh yeah? He's getting a job?” “Yes!” “Well, why doesn't he already have one like you do? You got your own job at the library when you were 14, you were obedient then, before you met that little…” There's a seething rage in the woman, she's sucking at her teeth, and she'll be grinding them into a fine powder if she continues.

You bite your tongue, he had definitely had an impact on you, like he always has. You wanted to try and dye your hair one day with him, layer your outfits, be outside of the uniform, wear make up, dress up on those days where you were allowed casual dress, and take your time with life in general.

Those nights he'd stare at stars on the roof with you, he'd point up and explain how sometimes he felt so small in this world. “This is really the one way I can try and be in impact on such a big world!” He gestures to his brightly colored outfit; you find yourself lost in his expression as it's just a nice mix of brightly colored acrylics that melded with his tanned skin.

You admire him.

Even as spit hits your face you're left with the same rant over and over again, “I work hard at my job so you have all the tools not to end up like me, slaving away for some ungrateful brat of a child, instead never having kids and being happy you don't have to waste your money on some freeloader until it's too late.”

Your mother took responsibility to raise you, even after your father was distant to the idea, it be some apparent that these two were working in separate directions that only pulled you apart.

Honestly, if it wasn't for him, you'd be on the ground with a full bottle of pills being guzzled down your throat.

Your mother notices your expression and she huff, “Stop being around, hanging around him, being around him, he'll do nothing but drag you down and he won't be doing you any good in the future other than a book up for narcotics.” The woman gets all in your face, “You wanna end up like me? I only stopped doing all those things once I found out I was pregnant with you! Do you really want to end up like me?”

Strikes a nerve.

You never wanted to be like your mother, her sad life with a child who could only resent their mother, her boyfriend who abandoned her to go do more drugs, and no one to fall on. It's sad, you feel for her, you see where she's coming from you, and you sigh upon seeing her fall to her knees to grab at yours.

The woman sobs into your thighs, wincing at the familiar grip from the night before most definitely bruising them from such harsh treatment, “Pl-ease!” The squeak in her voice as she says your name, she is begging and all you can do is try to comfort a woman who has never taught you how to comfort someone. You rub her head, and she sighs, sniffling a bit before she continues, “I don't want you to end up like me! Don't love someone who's only going to bring you down! I know you can do better!”

Your mother wouldn't tell you it now, but you were now stuck with this. Your mother always knew if you were around him, she worked there as the librarian. You were called to stay later helping your mother, doing more on campus, and a demand for straight as after a C in an AP course came up.

It wasn't surprising since the both of you took the same class.

You couldn't let your mother win but here you were, letting her win, and you could do nothing as you found her beginning to bring the hammer down. “I can't let ever you make a mistake that big again.” You were tested for everything; she kept track of your periods and was around you whenever you had free time.

“You've been summoned to the library,” The dreaded phone call before you left class, it killed something in you when you and he could barely talk most days. You guys didn't really share class, even when he went out his way to take APs it became apparent to him how much harder it was for him to really keep up with you.

Those daily ‘Good morning!’ messages fell into weekly ‘Have a good week!” texts. Not because of him, but because of you. You couldn't even keep up with everything, once your mother pinpointed the college you needed to get into or she'd kick you out, simply if you applied yourself the way your mother wanted.

But it meant you'd have to leave him behind…

D-S ▼⁠・⁠ᴥ⁠・⁠▼

Hey! I know last night was a lot. I'm sorry if I messed up, I know I wasn't going to be the best but I’m sure you'll have other people do it way better than me!

1:30 PM 9/05

Good morning! Good morning! Good morning!

9:45 AM 9/06

When do you get off work today?

4:30 PM 9/06

I'm getting pizza, do you want me to get you a box???

2:49 PM 9/14

Y'know one for now, one for when you're depressed! I finally got the reference!

2:58 PM 9/14

Are you okay?

3:24 AM 9/30

Did I do something wrong?

3:25 AM 9/30

I'm sorry if I did anything wrong

3:29 AM 9/30

I mean that, I'm really sorry

3:33 AM 9/30

Can we talk?

3:34 AM 9/30

We haven't like sleep called in forever, and it would give us time to talk stuff out, whatever I did wrong you can tell me.

3:45 AM 9/30

Please?

3:48 AM 9/30

I didn't know you and Ange became friends I always thought you both hated each other.

12:39 PM 10/19

I didn't do our matching costumes it felt like a disservice if it wasn't with you.

4:29 PM 10/30

Dude, family's being weird, wish you were here!

7:38 PM 11/28

Happy Holidays, I got you something! Do you know when I can come over and give it to you?

11:29 AM 12/25

Hey, I'm having this new year party! Y'know like new year new me! I plan on trying out for stuff like sports and getting on my academics!

9:28 AM 12/31

I'm tryna get like you!

9:40 AM 12/31

My parents asked about you today, they were like ‘When are you coming over?’ and ‘What are you up to these days?’

10:02PM 1/17

Happy Valentine's Day, I know you got a lot of stuff cause you're just cool like that

10:38AM 2/14

Even I got you something!

10:38 AM 2/14

Lmk when I can give it to you!

10:38 AM 2/14

I'm sorry for being annoying this year, I really am sorry for anything I did to you. Have a good time in college!

11:00 AM 6/30

You began to avoid him, he'd go to the library to rent out a book and watch as you restock, he'd text you and you'd have the read receipt there just to think about responding to him only to put the phone down, you walk around campus without a care, cordial whenever faced with head on confrontation, and that's how it was until you graduated.

You went off, pursued your own interest in space your mother said it was your choice to study nut it needed to make enough money for you and her. Now you were just as excited to get on and do things outside of your mother now that you were finally free from the woman. You decided to take all your classes online, you'd had this internship lined up for you and nothing could bring you more joy than joining the manpower in space.

There's a big smile on your face as you meet your comrades, Curly, your pilot and Jimmy, the Co-Pilot, you'd be shadowing the two for tour duration of their trip on the Pony Express. Anya, the nurse, who would be the only woman on the ship, you loved to be around her and her little jokes. Then there was Swansea, he wouldn’t stop complaining about having some intern, “They better pull their weight.” The man grumbled out.

You weren’t shocked to find out you guys were waiting on another guy, the two of you added last minute on behalf of the Pony Express, finally a guy popped through the door, explaining that he was at a party the night before celebrating Earth before he had to leave. Your eyes crease as you examine the man’s features, ‘No fucking way.’

That lovingly sun kissed complexion that had the contrast of his brighter highlights against his already chestnut colored hair. There, on his face, stood the markers for where you kissed on him that night, a mole under his right eye and the left mole lower down his round cheeks.

The fact that he couldn't even wear the uniform alone almost made you fall before him, he hadn't changed in ways you thought he would, and it tore at your heartstrings to realize how much you missed him. The familiar sound of the two bangles on his wrist that contrasted the red wrist band he wore that you also had from the first party he took you to.

There's a plethora of excuses that rush out of his mouth, and you just listen to now his voice only be one softer to your ears. Earning its way into your eardrums to nestle in your memory in order to haunt you for the rest of your stay.

While the group continues to get everything on the ship there's a silence that falls between the two of you when his eyes finally land on you. Your friend was a day you could never forget, the morning after your happiest night alive, you'd coo into his ear that you loved him, and he'd do the same with a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Yet, here you were, reliving those memories and wondering how the fuck do you even start the conversation. You watch as he makes his way over, your rib cage encased around your organs before crushing them like a corset.

With each step your breath hitches, your eyes faltering between looking him in the eyes only for your nostrils to fill with disgustingly sweet peach cologne he had to have. Why wear something like that for all these years? You're grateful he would even wear something like this to this day.

There's a hand on front of you, wide open with some rings on his fingers, his fingers spread a bit and when you take one last inhale of his cologne you pull your head up to look him in the eyes. There's a warmness in his face, it hasn't worn down and has only brightened since you last saw him, you feel your heart clench as you hear his voice.

“Heya! I'm Daisuke, I’m psyched to be working with someone as new as me!”

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