#I do think he would have pressed curly and helped Anya

[thebestusernamepossible]

I’m mostly staying off the Mouthwashing fandom bc I personally don’t want to put myself through whatever discourse is ever going on there. But know I love Anya and Mouthwashing is one of the best games I’ve played that had an SA survivor AND was respectful about it!! The abuse Anya suffered is never portrayed as a spectical for the audience to leer at. They use the art of implication VERY well, and in the end Anya gets to go out dignified. She’s not just Jimmy’s tradgic victim, she’s her own character who makes her own decisions. Jimmy doesn’t get to kill her, she expresses her own agency to do so. She’s also the one who kept the gun away from him for so long. Also she’s SO fucking strong, she’s so cool. Anya I love you.

Also the game’s overarching (but subtle) commentary on rape culture, enabling, and how capitalism almost makes a set dressing for it is peak.

[deathbyday]

˚ 𖥔˚Anya x implied f!Reader - sticking up for her˚ 𖥔˚

Written By: DeathByDay

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You sat around the lounge room’s table with the rest of the crew. Anya sat to your left, her hands intertwined with yours on her thigh. Swansea was just right across from you, Daisuke beside him. Curly and Jimmy sat on the ends of the table, staring at each other.

You all had just gotten word from Curly that Pony Express has finally shut down and this would be the last time the crew was together. Everyone became upset at the news, rightfully so, but Jimmy was angry.

He ranted about how Curly was selfish and heading for “bigger and better” than the five of you. You raised a brow, realizing how idiotic this fight between the two became.

You weren’t going to say anything about it, but that backfired when Jimmy began going around the table stating everyone’s struggles. And of course, he just had to start with your girlfriend.

“Anya never got into medical school because she’s, well, let’s be real..” He trailed off, glancing at the poor girl. He turned to you and opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

“Oh, fuck you, Jim!” You shouted, slamming your hands on the table and standing up. You pointed a finger towards him, continuing on. “You don’t have any right to go around the table saying that shit. What about you? Why don’t you share with all of us what Curly meant by a ‘struggle of a life’?”

You glared at the man, your eyes full of hatred. His brows furrowed even more as he stood up, his voice rising to match your energy.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to shout at me like that?” He yelled, his body acting like it was ready to pounce on you. “Don’t ignore my question!” You replied, voice raising. Everyone else stayed silent, watching the two of you argue.

That was until you eventually ran around Anya’s chair and slapped the brunette across the face, causing him to push you. You gripped his hair and slammed him into the ground with all your force, not thinking about how much more strength he had than you.

You two continued fighting, punches and kicks being thrown around. Daisuke had his hand clasped around his mouth in shock, looking like he was about to burst into tears and giggle like a kid.

Curly got up from his seat and shouted at the both of you in attempt to stop the fight, but failed miserably. As his attempted failed, Swansea stood up and grabbed you from underneath your arms and dragged you back, stopping the chaos.

“C’mon, kid!” He muttered a bit loudly, struggling as you fought back. Anya stood by the older man, a few tears in her eyes. As Swansea let you go, you were about to pounce on the brunette once again, but your girlfriend held you down by placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, stop!” She scolded, her grip tightening. You glanced up at the woman, obeying her order. You turned back towards Jimmy, seeing his face bruised up. You lightly chuckled, knowing that you fucked his face up.

Anya helped you up before dragging you away from everyone, walking to the medical room.

“Baby, I’m fine..” You muttered, dragging out your words as if you were pouting. She shook her head, concern written all over her face. “No, you aren’t. Your face is all bruised, not to mention the blood coming out of your nose.” She replied. She seemed mad, but her features told a different story.

After a few seconds of walking, you finally got to the medical room. You sat down in the red chair beside her desk, waiting for her to get the supplies to help you. She quickly grabbed them and set them down on the table.

She brung a few tissues that were wrapped around each other and pressed them against your nose, stopping the bleeding. You groan, feeling the red liquid drop onto your lip. “You shouldn’t have done that.” She mumbled, shaking her head in disappointment.

“But he came at you for no reason! I can’t just not step in.” You defend yourself, slightly giggling as you recall his bruised face. She sighed, taking the tissue away from your nose.

She then grabbed an ice pack, placing it against your cheek. You grumble, squirming in your seat at the new temperature. “Do you really think this is necessary? I swear, I’m fine.” You pout, feeling uncomfortable as she held you in place.

“This is necessary. If we don’t get this treated, the bruising can get worse.” She explained, gently tapping the ice around your face. You nod, taking a glance around the room as she did so.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, causing you to turn to her. “Did I do good?” You murmur, hoping for her praise. She fights back a smile and gives you a light chuckle. She places her hands on her hips before exhaling, the worry in her face gone.

“You did great, honey. Just please promise me you won’t pick a fight with anyone else? We really don’t need you getting fired.” She smiles down at you, bending over and giving you a light kiss on your forehead before leaving the room, taking the ice pack and extra tissue with her to deal with Jimmy.

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authors note

I’m so sorry if this isn’t as good as you were expecting, my eyes are literally fighting to stay open💔

But thank you for the request!! I appreciate it very much<3

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Warning: Mention of rape.

You let out a sigh, as if you had held your breath for a few seconds upon seeing him there.

The only thing you could recognize was that blue eye color he had.

You were in a conflict, you didn't know what to do at that moment, your eyes filled with tears in an instant.

Before you knew it, you were walking towards him, your body aching, but the pain was secondary at that moment.

You leaned over his bed to see him up close, kneeling to be face to face with him. 

If he could express any kind of emotion on his face, you would say he was terrified that you finally saw him, your eyes were focused on him, and you didn't say a word.

Until you smiled.

"You're really alive..."

You murmured and covered your mouth when you started to laugh, the mix of emotions at that moment was a disaster, between laughter and sobs, you didn't know what to do, whether to feel happy because he was alive, or feel sad about the state he was in.

You slapped your cheeks hard enough to leave them red, trying to reason with yourself while listening to Curly's whimpers.

"Okay- okay- let me help you- I know they've been giving you painkillers for your pain, just let me give them to you"

You mentioned that upon hearing those sounds, you quickly looked for the pills and took one to be able to give it to him.

You moved your fingers nervously as you brought your hand closer to his jaw, his exposed teeth were something unpleasant to see, and the smell of burnt flesh was even worse in the room.

"I see why Anya looks so terrified... It must be difficult for her."

At one point, you pushed the pills down his throat and tried to move him a bit so he could swallow without choking.

In a short time, their whimpers ceased.

You noticed the robe you were wearing and decided to take it off to put on your uniform that was next to the bed where you woke up.

Curly inhaled sharply when you changed, seeing how almost your entire body was covered in bruises.

When you finished, you took a chair and sat down next to your husband.

They both looked at each other in silence.

"I understand why you didn't want me to see you like this... I really thought I would wait until you gave me permission to see you... I didn't expect to end up here in the nursery just like that..."

You looked at your hands and arms, well aware that they were covered in bruises that were now hidden by your clothes, but they were still there, and it hurt so bad. You took one of the painkillers and swallowed it, hoping the pain would go away soon.

"Do you have any idea why Jimmy hates me so much? Maybe he wanted to marry you."

You joked, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the medication to take effect. 

"I think I found a way to get back, we are heading to a Pony Express station, it seems you were able to reactivate the autopilot in the cabin before the explosion, we will get there in three months, I'm sure we can communicate with someone so they can come and rescue us."

Even when he didn't respond, you enjoyed this conversation you were having, you were happy to be able to talk to your husband again, and you knew very well that he could hear you, by the way he looked at you attentively. 

Anya: "Curly, I'm sorry for being late, I-"

You turned when you heard the door open and smiled upon seeing that woman, who immediately looked surprised to see you.

"Hey Anya~ woah-"

You were greatly surprised when she jumped at you to hug you, you pressed your lips together to avoid letting out a whimper of pain, reciprocating the hug in confusion. 

Anya: "I was so scared—I thought you would never wake up! I thought you were bleeding inside - we didn't know what to do - it happened -"

Immediately, you took her by the shoulders to make her separate and looked her straight in the eyes. 

"How long was I asleep?...."

Anya wiped her tears and took a breath before answering you.

Anya: "Three weeks..." 

You immediately got up from your seat, ready to leave the nursery. 

Curly immediately started making strange sounds, looking at the door and Anya, as if he were begging her to go with you. 

The woman looked at him strangely but soon began to follow him. 

Anya: "(Y/n) - please wait -" 

"Where the hell is Jimmy?"

You stopped and turned to look at her seriously. 

Anya: "Why are you looking for him?..."

"I'm sure that son of a bitch tried to kill me, I don't know what he's planning, but whatever it is, it ends here and now! Who knows what other damage he has done here on the ship and-!" 

You fell silent upon noticing his face, a mix of sadness and hope now that you were saying that. 

"Anya... please... no..."

Anya: "I told Curly but... He didn't do anything... I... I'm pregnant."

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but you just pressed your lips together, turned slowly, and took a few steps before starting to run in search of that man. 

Daisuke: "Swansea, I don't think you should drink that-"

Swansea: "We have no escape from this place now! Bah! Without the captains, there's nothing left."

He commented, taking another sip of the mouthwash they had found in the cargo. 

Jimmy: "I remind you that I am the captain now, so-" 

"CAPTAIN MY ASS!"

You arrived furiously in the room where everyone was gathered, you didn't even wait for him to respond, you took a chair close to you and hit him on the back with it. 

Daisuke: "Woah! What's happening?? (Y/n)! How long ago did you wake up? Why-?"

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

When the boy tried to approach you, you pushed him away, ready to hit Jimmy again, who was on the ground in pain. 

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

You started to shake as you felt the arms of both males holding you, preventing you from continuing to hit the other. 

Swansea: "What's happening with you?!"

"HE RAPE ANYA!" 

You shouted, exposing him in front of everyone, all of them speechless at the revelation. 

They slowly released you, and when you saw Jimmy move, trying to get up, you kicked him in the mouth, making him fall to the ground again. 

"You are disgusting, disgusting! Aren't you ashamed?! You've already done too much damage, you're on my damn ship! You're not going to do anything else here. And when we return, I will make sure you ROT IN JAIL."

You shouted this last part in his ear, grabbing his hair to make him lift his head, and then you slammed it against the ground again.

"Killing you would be showing mercy on you." 

You spat on his chest and left him there for a few seconds, you were going to have to find a place to lock him up.

[starrieangel]

🧸Mouthwashing Crew Takes U to Build-A-Bear🧸

i am letting the autism win with this one boys

Here are some imagines for the Mouthwashing crew taking you to Build-A-Bear! They'll pick out a bear for you and help you fill it with love, give it a bath, and even record a special message just for you! This is sickly sweet and incredibly self-indulgent- I have a lot of emotions for this game. I've written fic before, but never on tumblr and never a fluff fic abt a gruesome psychological horror game, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Female Reader, (Implied) Age Regressor Reader, i made jimmy normal and not a psychopath (for fun)

Curly

Curly would pick the Happy Hugs Teddy Bear for you!

Okay, really Curly let you pick which bear you wanted. There's no way he could decide out of all the choices there, plus he might not pick the right one and he really wants you to just get one you'll really love- he would definitely overthink things. So of course you had to pick one with the same wavy blonde locks that remind you of him ♡

For his special message, he would say,

"You’re my special girl."

In his sweet and soft voice. If he had his way, he would sing a lullaby, so that when you couldnt sleep at night, you could squeeze your teddy and hear his voice sing you to sleep- but he’s way too shy to do that in public, so he kept it a bit short but sweet.

You both give the heart a kiss and a rub, and Curly helps you fill the bear with just the right amount of stuffing.

He would definitely turn beet red when he realizes how often you're going to be pressing the bear's tummy just to hear his voice... HE'S SHY..!! And now everyone is going to hear him be SOFT OH GOD..

But he melts when you look up at him, so so happy you have a teddy that makes you feel just as safe and loved as he does, so maybe a little bit of embarrassment is worth it

Bonus Idea: If for some reason there was a Post-Crash Curly in this scenario, then when you two cuddle he would reach over and press the bear's tummy whenever he wants to remind you that you're still his special girl, even if he can't say it to you himself ♡

Anya

Anya would pick the Wolf Pup Stuffed Animal for you!

Anya would choose a wolf because she was a wolf girl growing up of its pretty silver color and their connection to the moon ♡ One of her favorite activities is looking up at the stars with you, and now you'll have a soft new friend to join you two.

Her special message to you would be

"I'll always love you, starlight."

She would say in her soft and silky voice, using her special pet name for you to make you smile.

"Let's make sure she's squeaky clean, okay?" She would say, helping you brush the plush's fur and give it a pretend bath, rubbing behind its ears for good measure.

She'd ruffle your hair and tell you what a good job you did!

When you get home, she would spray it with her perfume so it even smells like her ♡ I think she would smell like lavender or clean linen :)

Daisuke

Daisuke would pick the Sun Sparkle Teddy Bear for you!

Daisuke would pick this bear for you because of all the fun colors !!! (And because you said no to his sillier picks... no, you do not want a minions build a bear, Daisuke...)

His special message to you is

"Hi Pookie I just want you to know I think you're like totally the cutest girl ever! And I hope whenever you hug this bear you think of me and that way you won't ever ever have to miss me! And- Oh, the lady is telling me Im running out of ti-"

Even when he isn't trying, Daisuke is always making you laugh.

In fact, when stuffing the bear, he may have tried to overfill it just a tad... It was almost impossible to sew the bear closed.

He would definitely go on a small shopping spree picking out all the outfits your bear will need (Surfing, at the office, fancy dinner, etc. Typical bear activites.) Until you calm him down and pick out just one cute Hawaiian shirt for your new friend to wear :)

Jimmy

Jimmy would pick the Fuzzy Fox Stuffed Animal for you!

I think he would choose this one because of the muted colors. It's not overly bright and cheery but still cute enough for his little girl. (But not cuter than him, right? ... Right?!)

For his voice message, he would say:

"I love you, baby doll..."

in a low, gravelly voice. He’s embarrassed to say anything, to be honest, doubly so when both you and the worker go "Awww!" at his declaration.

He lets you rub the heart and add it to your new friend.

He would tell you you overstuffed him, now he's fat (He's just teasing)

He's always messing with you and playing with you. When you go to give your new friend a bath, he plays with the plushie while you try to bathe it. "I don't want a bath! Noo, I wanna stay dirty! You're drowning me!" He puts on a funny voice, just for you. You're the only one who can get him to lighten up, smile, and be playful like this, especially when you giggle and desperately try to give your mischievous plushie a pretend bath.

[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: things aren't looking too good, so the crew decides to open the cargo hold and find out just what you were delivering.

tw: nothing that isn't in the game.

a/n: Updates might be a bit more spaced apart, but I'm gonna see this to the end. I refuse to give up on it.

wc: 2k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

“I didn’t even wanna do this stupid internship.”

An admission into the night you're sure you weren’t meant to hear. Your insomnia grew worse, unable to get Curly’s painful screams out of your head or the plight you all found yourself. Only two months have passed, and you weren’t sure if anyone was even looking for you. Did Pony Express even have any tracking system to see if ships were down? Would they search when it was already too late? 

Your pessimism was shining through, but you tried to keep it to yourself, not wanting to smother Daisuke’s hope. It seems even he was prone to dark thoughts, but you’d be more concerned if he wasn’t worried at all. 

“If I just told my mom no I could be home right now,” Daisuke continued to mutter to himself. “Who am I kidding, I could never tell my mom no.”

“I wish you did,” you replied, eyes still closed and curled up in a ball.

“Y-you’re awake?” Daisuke gasped, but you made no sign of movement.

“Hmm,” you hummed, pressing your face farther into your pillow. “I wish you weren’t here.” Your words were harsh, causing the brunette to hesitate. You had gotten harsher after the crash, becoming more blunt.

But you had also gotten softer somehow. Sending him mixed signals, your harsh words softened when you gently stroked his cheek, eyes finally opening to meet his own. Anger, fear, sympathy, regret, so many emotions spun in your jewel colored eyes he almost felt dizzy. 

“I wish we met before this,” Daisuke said, voice cracking as he felt pressure form behind his eyes. Shit, he didn’t wanna cry, he had to be strong, for you and the rest of the crew. 

Your fingers brushed under his eye, catching a tear that was threatening to fall. Your silence felt warm, inviting, your gaze broke him, the dam breaking as his wishes spilled past his lips.

“I wish we were back on Earth. Hanging out in my room and this all just ended up being a bad dream. My mom calling us for dinner and everything is okay.” 

He was crying now, fat tears falling down his cheeks as you continued to stroke them. Daisuke wrapped his arms around your form, burying his face in your neck as he let out strangled sobs, not wanting to wake the others.

“I’m sorry,” You murmured into his hair, gently running your nails up and down his back in a soothing manner. “You don’t deserve this, none of us do.” 

…

“We ain’t touching the damn cargo,” Swansea argued. “The hold is locked down for a reason. The only thing worse than dyin’ slowly is not gettin’ paid.”

The whole argument seemed redundant. It seemed that Swansea was the only one against opening the cargo hold. He was a stubborn old fool in your opinion. If your speculation is right, and you won’t be looked for until your ship doesn’t come on time, then you’ll all have died from either starvation or lack of oxygen. Both those options seemed terrible to choose from, but a long, drawn out death was worse than a short painful one. For all you knew, you all were shipping food, or water, or something that could keep you all going just a bit longer. Especially since the cryo chambers were out of commission (not like there were enough for the six of you anyway. Besides, Curly had no chance to survive the freeze due to his wounds). 

“But it could be something useful,” Anya argued back. “I think-”

“Could be what?” Swansea cut her off. “Hopes, dreams and marzipan? Hah!”

“Could be food,” You interjected, glaring at the oldest of the crew. “Protein bars, chips, hell maybe we’re lucky enough to be carrying canned goods.”

“If it helps us survive it’s worth it,” Jimmy added with a nod. 

“Man,” Daisuke spoke up. “Pony Express bosses really aren’t chill at all, huh? C’mon, a quick look won’t hurt.” 

You nodded in agreement before Swansea brought up a good point, “How exactly is this group therapy committee planning on gettin’ in there?”

“Oh, right here boss,” Daisuke pointed to himself with a smug grin. “You’re looking at the meanest swing of the regional junior baseball team! Nearly straight up corked a kid once! I can take the utility ax-” You couldn’t stop the snort that came out of you, hiding your face behind your hands as everyone looked at you with various emotions. 

“You were goddamn born fully corked,” Swansea glowered, face twisted in a harsh sneer. 

“That’s enough, Swansea,” Jimmy intervened. “There has to be an ‘in case of emergency’ way inside.”

“If I remember correctly from reading the safety protocols…” Anya trailed off. “The doors should have an alternate access code, but it can only be uncovered using a code scanner device.”

“And only the captain has access to the scanner,” Jimmy continued. 

“Of course! Go ahead, just ask him all about it then,” Swansea mocked. “Maybe he’ll sing ya the blues too.”

“We can just look for the scanner,” You brought up. “It’s probably either in the captain's quarters or the cockpit.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Jimmy waved you off. “For better or worse, I’m captain now.” You tried your best to hide the offended look that fell on your face, but it was hard to do so when Jimmy rubbed you the wrong way. Sure, it made the most sense for him to be acting captain since he was Curly’s co-pilot, but you didn’t like the way he acted like he had to do everything himself. It was giving you ‘I need to do everything my way and feel better about myself’. 

“Right on!” Daisuke cheered, before you all split your ways. Anya ran off to medical, Swansea stopped Daisuke from following him while Jimmy probably went towards the cockpit. That left you and Daisuke to sit in the rest area, the led screen shone an image of a warm sunset, permanently stuck after the crash. 

“You really think there might be food in the cargo?” Daisuke asked, resting his head against the top of the chair.

“It’s probably wishful thinking,” You grumbled, taking the seat across from him.

“Damn,” He sighed. “I was kinda hopin’ for something other than soup.” 

“You dissing soup?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. “I’ll take your portion too if you don’t want it.” Wait! No!” Daisuke exclaimed with a chuckle. “I take it back, I mean I love love love soup and want to eat it every day!”

“You’re such a dork,” You laughed, gently kicking his foot. 

The door slid open, halting your conversation as Jimmy walked up to you both. He stared at you both intently, and you felt a bit uncomfortable at the irritable stare in his eyes. You slowly realized he always looked that way.

“Looks like it’ll be soup again for dinner,” Daisuke spoke up first. “You wanna rock paper scissors for the chicken noodle?”

“That’s my favorite,” You pouted. Daisuke tended to make you feel more relaxed, no matter the situation.  “Ah, nevermind then,” He sighed. “It’s theirs.” Gosh, he never failed to make you feel warm either, even in your dire circumstances. 

“How much food do we have left?” Jimmy cut in, ignoring your banter altogether. 

“I’d say four months-ish,” Daisuke replied. 

“Hmm, less than the remaining air supply, but we can make it last,” Jimmy muttered to himself holding a hand up to his chin. “In theory. We’ll be poking new holes in our belts to pull that off.” The thought of starving unsettled you, but it was an unfortunate possibility. But then the question is how much air supply is left? That was something you couldn’t conserve…well, unless someone died…but even then it wouldn’t be much.

“Man, my mom will straight up stuff me when I get back,” Daisuke laughed, trying to keep the atmosphere light. “I’ll look like Swansea!” You chuckled bittersweetly, shaking your head amusedly. “We’ll have a rad story to tell,” Daisuke continued, looking between you and Jimmy with a strained smile. “They might even write articles about us. We could be on TV!” Once again there was a pit in your stomach. No matter the outcome, you were sure to appear on TV…

Jimmy also seemed uncomfortable, eyes shifting, and posture ridgid, “Uh, it’ll impress the ladies too.” You nearly broke out laughing at how awkward Jimmy was, coughing into your fist to hide it. Even funnier was it seemed he didn’t realize you and Daisuke were already in a relationship.

Daisuke looked confused, glancing at you briefly before uttering a confused, “Uh…yeah…the real problem is running out of toilet paper. Fatal stuff, man.” This time you couldn’t smother your laughter, hiding your face from the two men before you. 

“Seriously!” Daisuke emphasized, grin turning brighter at your laughter. “We should leave that part out for the press.”

“Totally,” You agreed. “Wouldn’t want the ladies to know.” This time Daisuke snorted, Jimmy nodding uncomfortably before leaving. The two of you cackled for a few more seconds before calming down.

“I thought everyone already knew we were dating,” Daisuke said, confused. “Not like we’ve been hiding it.”

“Just goes to show how much he cares,” You shrugged with a sigh. 

“You think he got the code scanner?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“I’d think so,” You nodded. “Wanna head to the cargo hold?”

“Yeah.”

…

Mouthwash. 

You were hauling fucking mouthwash. 

It felt like a tiny bit of your sanity slipped away. You weren’t the only one though, everyone looking at the contents of the box in disbelief. 

“Mouthwash?” Anya asked in a shaky voice.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Swansea cursed. 

“There’s gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here!” Daisuke exclaimed. “The room looks freakin’ endless!” You felt dizzy staring at the rows upon rows of shelves, boxes stacked to the brim on each one. 

“This is what they’d have six people hauling for over a year?” Jimmy scoffed in disbelief. “All of this…for mouthwash?!” You tensed slightly at his shout, but quickly focused on Anya as she spoke up.

“The sugar content probably offsets any potential as a disinfectant…” Anya informed, reading the ingredient content. Great, this was completely and totally useless-

“Disinfectant? What’re you-” Swansea grumbles. “Let me see that!” Snatching the bottle Swansea reads the contents as well. “Fourteen percent ethanol.” Suddenly he bursts out laughing, seeming a bit manic. 

“Haha?” Daisuke gave a confused laugh, clearly not understanding the implications. “I s’pose we’ll smell good at least…?”  “That’s right kiddo! You can bet your ass on that!” Swansea continued to laugh. 

“W-what are you doing?” Anya stuttered, eyes wide in concern. “Stop that!” Instead, Swansea starts to chug the blue liquid, causing your stomach to churn. 

“Whew-whee,” Swansea, sighs. “Ohhh, shut up. I’m just an ol’ codger taking care of his dental hygiene.”

“You hear that?” Swansea continues, glancing at you all. “That’s the sound of fifteen years of sobriety popping like a cyst. A glorious, magnificent, red hot cyst. Good riddance and cheers! To Captain Curly! Hear, hear!”

“Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off of this stuff,” Daisuke mutters loud enough for us all to hear. 

“Yeah, and give you a seriously bad stomach ache,” You grumbled. 

“And kill you in the process,” Jimmy huffed. 

“This can’t be real,” Anya bemoans. “I-There’s no way…”

“Now we can go out in style,” Swansea grins nihilistically. “Daisuke! Come here! Anyone ever teach you how to drink like a man?” 

You felt your stomach drop, one alcoholic was bad enough, you would be damned to let Swansea drag Daisuke down with him. 

“C’mon,” You muttered, grabbing Daisuke’s hand and dragging him past the rest of the crew, head down. 

“Somthin’ wrong?” Daisuke asks once you're both back in the main hull. 

You blinked at him like he was dumb, “Seriously? This whole situation is wrong! And now Swansea’s out of commission if he’s gonna nurse that goddamned mouthwash!” You let out a frustrated sigh, running your hand through your hair. 

“And he’s trying to take you down with him.”

“I won’t drink it if that’s what you’re worried about,” Daisuke mumbles softly, eyes filled with concern. 

You side-eyed him, feeling anxiety claw at your chest, “And how do I know you’ll keep that promise?”

Daisuke opened his mouth, but nothing came out, confirming your fears.

[tempural]

Started with this B/W sketchbook drawing. Got inspired by the look of the sketchbook spiral on the side, cuz it looked like film notches. Made me think of x-ray scans. Ended up doing the whole medical route on the final drawing.

Coloring method was mostly pressing the "invert" tool to turn the canvas black. Then painting red/yellow with gradient maps. And then drawing the glowing blue lines, as well as typing the "medical" text, on an "add" layer.

Spoilers and long head canons and unlicensed medical talk under the cut.

The text reads:

REVIEWED BY PONY EXPRESS AUTODOC MODEL-SCUMSUCK

PATIENT: CURLY

Near total body disruption from explosive decompression

Complete dermal vascular system collapse

Severe radiation poisoning

Hyperosmolar hyperglycemic state

Muscle and bone cachexia

Single eye rupture

Chronic obstructive pulmonary

Testicular rupture

Severe leukopenia

Itchiness and dry eye

RECOMMENDED TREATMENT

Administer intravenous therapy and catheter

Support neck and spine

Change bandages as supplies last

Orally administer paracetamol for pain

Turn and reposition patient every 2 hours to prevent bed sores

Create relaxing enviroment

Listen attentively to understand emotional state

Allow time for exercise and meditation

Encourage positive thinking

Brush teeth

Administer mouthwash

SIGNED OFF BY DOCTOR ANYA

Of course none of the treatment is actually good. In the game itself, you give him paracetamol (TYLENOL) for pain haha. So I thought I'd go along with the bad medical advice. Including that universal medical advice you get to do "exercise and meditation" if you are in a bad mood :)

I think I spent about as much time looking up the medical stuff (specifically things in relation to explosion damage and radiation damage - thinking of the Byford Dolphin Incident as well as Hisashi Ouchi) as I did with the coloring! We don't know what exactly happened with Curly, but I'd just guess with my lack of medical knowledge that the ship crashed, something exploded, and he was exposed to intense radiation.

Realistically he wouldn't be surviving with the level of medical care they have available on the ship, so I drew a couple things I thought would help him... namely the IV and catheter haha. Also thought it'd be a fun time to introduce my favorite headcanon to gift cute characters: the gift of genital nullification. Yes, I drew this mostly to show off my not-buff and no-pp headcanons!!!!

I like Curly with no skin, no muscle, no hair. It's ok if he had those before. I probably wouldn't draw him "recovered" with perfectly functioning prosthetic limbs and magically regrown vocal cords and sexy 8 pack abs. That's just me. He could get a wheelchair, perhaps some sort of eye controlled assisted communication like Stephen Hawking (but Curly doesn't seem to be able to control his jaw or cheek?).

Thinking about ~da dystopian future~ and what support he would even get? His job ain't gettin him anything :P He doesn't seem to be in the sort of society with universal healthcare, they'd drain his savings and then put him in a dark room with a nurse that turns him over once every 24 hours... Well, that's if they find him. I think he's staying frozen for 20 years and then melting like Walt Disney once the power runs out.

[mmikmmik]

One underrated aspect of Mouthwashing is that it's really good as a video game.

I thought the player feedback was super strong. There's so many little gimmicky nightmare worlds and "minigames" and the game really helps you understand them very quickly and keep up the momentum. There were only a couple times I got stuck for long enough that I felt like it was breaking me out of the narrative, and I was able to resolve them pretty quickly. And one of them was my own fault - I was trying to use an item somewhere the devs had already indicated it was impossible, because I forgot about the little framing that pops up to indicate you can go into "interaction mode". That's a great little UI mechanism for making it super obvious what is and isn't interactive while still being unobtrusive and letting you feel immersed in the ship environment. Oh, and using the birthday cake scene to introduce the sawing mechanic? So when the player saws at Curly's leg, it's an incredibly powerful callback and the player already knows what they're supposed to do, defending the emotional punch from a "wait... which buttons am I supposed to press for this...?" moment? Brilliant.

Mouthwashing also has beautiful interplay between its gameplay elements and its storytelling. I think of Mouthwashing as "movie-like", because I feel like the pacing + tone + themes remind me very much of horror movies, but this story is meant to be a game. Think of the scene where Jimmy is basically telling Curly that he intends to destroy the ship. It starts with the player controlling Curly in first person POV. But right as Jimmy is talking about how Curly doesn't have agency in his own life ("You're standing at the top. Feet in cement. I get it now.") the camera escapes Curly's perspective and moves into a third person perspective, giving us our first look at pre-crash Captain Curly.

That was the last moment Curly had to avert the tragedy. He knew Jimmy had attacked Anya. Anya told Curly that Jimmy must be physically prevented from accessing the means to hurt the rest of the crew. Jimmy said it would be best if they all just died and then walked away saying "I'll take care of it" and Curly stood there watching him and did nothing. In chronological order, the next scene is the first time the player controls Jimmy. The agency and control, the status of "player character", has left Curly. He let himself become a character in Jimmy's story. And by the time he gets control again, it's already too late.

(Not that I think the game is actually presenting "player character" status as something that's true or real. Look how much Anya's internal life and deliberate choices shape the story, before and after the crash, even as Jimmy casts her as an annoying quest-giver NPC.)

I also really like how much playing through the little nightmare vignettes have the player recreate Curly and Jimmy's decisions. Like when Jimmy is forced to stare directly at the post-it note that's telling him to take responsibility (or whatever the exact words are), but he simply backs away from it. It's all about the way he finds mental and emotional loopholes to get away from what he's done, no matter how directly he's forced to confront it. What other medium could so intimately guide you through that metaphor, to express its internal logic so clearly without words? God, I love video games.

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posting on me phone so bad format. also sorry i got busyyyyy (and injured my wrist which is bad for writing, if you didnt know)

Divine Intervention 4

Part 3 | Part 4 (You are here) | Part 5

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"Alright, the ship's radar said we are still about seven months from Earth. The nearest planet is Weyland, which is only 76 days away." Arabella told the Tulpar crew when she got back to the living kitchen area.

"A new planet! This is so exciting!" Daisuke jumped up.

"I don't think it'll really be a time for sightseeing, Daisuke..." Anya said.

"Well, they'll probably want you off a ship for at least two months to recover from anything like scurvy or general space sickness. So you could do some sightseeing technically."

"Scurvy? We're not fucking pirates." Jimmy finally decides to give his useless thoughts.

"Technically? You're a space sailor of sorts. You can get scurvy anywhere, especially on a Pony Express ship. When was the last time you had real food?"

Arabella's question was met with silence, you could almost hear the nonexistent crickets.

"Have you not had real food since you got on that godforsaken ship?" She asks exasperatedly.

"We had mouthwash?" Daisuke laughs nervously.

Oh, the payout from this lawsuit could cover someone's college tuition! Arabella starts taking mental notes on everything wrong with Pony Express, mostly things that have probably already been brought up in their ongoing lawsuits.

"Okay, okay. We have real food in my kitchen. Since we're landing soon, you don't have to worry too much about rationing the perishables. But don't eat yourselves into a food coma!" She gestures to the kitchen.

"Don't we need a code?" Daisuke points out like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"A code?? To eat???" Arabella is borderline yelling. "What is wrong with Pony Express? No, there's no code for the food in normal ships!"

Immediately, Daisuke runs to the kitchen. Swansea and Jimmy both follow along, though much slower. Anya watches them rummage through the cupboards and fridge in silence.

"Anya, would you mind helping me with the captain? I want to get him in new bandages." Arabella asks her.

"Oh, of course." Anya answers quietly.

"I'd like for him to have new bandages and a clean gown. At some point, I also want to see if I have any soft foods we could get him to eat." Arabella explains as they walk to the med-bay.

Inside, the old captain seemed to still be unresponsive. He was likely still under the morphine but Arabella still checked his pulse to make sure. After confirming he was still a living man, her and Anya got to work on taking off the old gown and bandages. There was a bit of struggling, but it went smooth enough until the dying captain came to. They had got most of the new bandages on and were just working on his head when he started thrashing around.

"Woah- calm down! We're just getting you in new bandages, alright? Then we'll put you in a clean hospital gown." Arabella tries to calm him.

He stills long enough for them to finish the bandaging and get a new gown on him. Once they both have their hands off of him, he starts fidgeting and making nonsensical noises.

"It's alright, captain..." Anya pats his shoulder.

"Yes, nothing will happen to you now. We have to keep you in good condition so you're alive for the inevitable court case."

"Court case?" Anya asks.

"Well, if you guys don't decide to press charges since he crashed the ship, then there's still the lawsuits against Pony Express. Other victims will plead with you all to join them."

Anya simply nodded and Arabella dismissed her so she could go eat. Arabella stayed in the med-bay, pulling up a stool to sit by the old captain.

"Captain Grant Curly. You were the top of our class back in college! How the mighty have fallen." She readjusts her face mask and stays silent for a moment.

Monitoring the uneven movements of his chest as he takes in shallow breaths. His eyes dart around the med-bay, inspecting and memorizing. Anything to avoid eye contact with the former classmate who he's now at the mercy of. Her med-bay might as well be his new grave. If she truly believes he was the cause, then she could take his life before they ever get close to docking. He knows, the truth could die with him at the hands of his shortest lasting friendship.

"Where did it go wrong, Captain? You had everything. Out of everyone on your ship, you had the easiest chance at getting a new job. It's kind of hard to believe." Arabella sighs.

She sits quietly before laughing to herself.

"I don't know why I'm talking to you like you can respond! Though, I guess it's not much different from talking to my ship. I just voice all my thoughts out loud now. When you're alone in space, it doesn't seem as weird."

She stood up and started putting all of the medical supplies away.

"I know, with all the artificial intelligence stuff people rely on nowadays, I could install one in the ship. It could talk back to me or something like that." She's monologuing while she cleans, but with no real intent to the speech.

"I don't trust the A.I, though. Especially how these companies want it to have unrestricted access to the device it's installed in. Hell no! I can't risk it going haywire because a patient didn't say thank you and crashing my ship."

She puts the leftover bandages into a drawer, along with some other safe medical products. The drawer next to it has a lock on it, which she puts the various sharp supplies she had out.

"Talking to the nothingness isn't too bad anyway. If you get used to it, I mean. Sometimes, I talk like I'm two different people. It helps when I’m trying to make a decision, I argue the separate points to myself."

Vials of liquids, presumably some of morphine, are being rearranged in a little box.

"Is it lonely? Probably to someone like you. At least, like you were, back in college. But to me? You know I much prefer it like this. No one around to annoy me. That's why I took this job up with no crew. No more, ehhh, incidents. I'm sure you could see it from my point of view."

"Not like you have much else to do."

Arabella locks the small box and places it in a cupboard above the drawers before turning back to the immobile captain.

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The Guard and The Grounder

*Not my Gif*

Request: Bellamy Blake x Grounder!Reader Maybe? If you feel like it?

Request: Anon

Post Date: 7-23-19

Word Count: 1.9K

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The calmness of the forest soothes you as you pushed your head back against the tree you were leaning on, closing your eyes as you take in a deep breath. You’re used to early mornings like this, ones where you could lose yourself in your head.

“I knew you’d be out here.” Lincoln said behind you as you jumped a little. You gave him a curt smile before turning your head back to the sky, trying to ignore him as he came closer, against your best wishes.

“Is there a reason you needed to interrupt me?” You questioned as you gave him an actual smile as he laughed.

“Just checking in. I’m going to be busy the next few days-“

“Catching up with a certain skygirl?” You mocked as Lincoln looked to the ground. You knew how much your good friend cared for Octavia and you found it endearing. “Go on. I’ll be around.”

He nodded his head before putting his hand on your shoulder. “Ste klir.” He said as you smirked up at him.

“Come on, since when am I not safe?” You yelled as he made his way away from you. The sun had reached over the tree tops in a matter of seconds and soon your day began. Lincoln has prepared you every time he was leaving, lasting you enough supplies while he now spent his time in some cave waiting for Octavia to show up every so often instead of his typical alone time. You didn’t mind, you liked the alone time but you always envied what Lincoln had with her. Your mind was racing with thoughts as a branch snapped, pulling you to attention as you scanned the trees seeing movement a little in front of you, heading your way. You knew you were screwed if it was a sky person or a grounder, both either not trusting you or wanting to kill you. The grounders didn’t trust you after the bridge incident because you had been by Lincoln’s side as you worked along with the sky people.

You carefully snuck around the tree hoping it would cover you until the person was gone. Much to your disappointment, they stopped meters from the tree, looking around for something. You took your chance to see who it was, quickly figuring it wasn’t a grounder by his clothes and gun. Your eyes locked before you took off running, hearing his footsteps behind you as you ran faster. You weren’t sure how long you were running for but you ignored the persons shouts as you jumped over logs. You thought you were doing good until your foot snagged a branch sticking out of a tree, causing you to plummet to the ground onto your face.

“Fuck!” You yelled as you rolled over rubbing a soon to be bump on your head as the man came to a stop.

“You speak English?” He questioned pointing his gun in your face. How nice, who said chivalry is dead? You shot him an unimpressed look as you tried to get up, only for him to shake his head. Giving up, you leaned back on your hands.

“Of course I speak English. You’ve never talked to a grounder before?” You could see his smirk as you cocked your head, still glaring at you.

“Yeah, last grounder I met didn’t do much talking.” His face dropped as you started to smirk.

“Ah, so you’re Bellamy. The one who tortured my friend. I’m Y/N. Now why don’t you help me up.” You suggested as your hand shot out, he looked between your hand and your face, deciding what to do before tucking his gun into his pants before pulling you to your feet. You couldn’t help as your eyes traveled from his arm across his body then up to his head, coming to the fast conclusion that he wasn’t the worst looking person you’ve seen. Not by a long shot. You gave him one last look before taking off again.

“Damn it.” He mumbled as he started running too. After a while of running in circles you slowed down, deciding to finally talk to him.

“Why are you chasing me?” You yelled as he panted, stopping almost in front of you. His hands fell onto his hips, pushing his jacket away from his body a little.

“Why are you running?” You laughed at that seeing the look he was giving you. Bellamy couldn’t look away, the way your hair sprawled across your face as you looked up to him and smirked, the way you weren’t afraid to call him out as soon as you realized who he was. He admitted fast that you intrigued him and that’s why he chased after you the second time, even if you were a grounder.

“Typically, when someone chases you, you run.”

“Well you ran before I could chase you .”

“Well maybe I was just running from conversation.” You hadn’t realized how close you had gotten in your spats until his hand was on your wrist, pulling you the final steps to him. You were shocked, you never let anyone get this close to you except Lincoln and even with him it took years until you let him close, but now here you are face barely a foot from his and you made no move to pull away. “So what? You trust grounders now?”

Bellamy knew what you were getting at but he didn’t care, for some reason it was different. You, you were different.

“Don’t worry, I’m not technically one of them anymore. Still a grounder but not one of those grounders.” You admitted as your gaze finally lowered, taking a step back as Bellamy’s hold on your wrist didn’t loosen. “This is when you let go of me.” You whispered as Bellamy finally released you. You took another step back as Bellamy and you shared a look before you turned around to leave him, throwing him a wink as you do so. “I’ll see you around Bellamy.”

That wasn’t the last time you and Bellamy saw each other, you were caught by Mount Weather a few days after the sky people had blow up their camp. You knew it was an important decision on their part but you hated the fact that Lincoln left you to care for Octavia. You were sitting in your cage in the mountain, tired from the blood drain as they threw a person in the cage next to you. You quickly recognized the curly black hair when the men left.

“Bellamy?” You whispered thinking your voice was going to give out as his eyes shot to yours, searching for some sort of familiarity before he gasped.

“Y/N... you’re alive.” He muttered as you worked your breathing to be even out, nodding your head. Bellamy had looked for you after the explosion, hoping you weren’t one of the grounders that were burned but he remembered what you said, you weren’t a grounder and that was the only thing that gave him hope he’d see you again. But he didn’t want it to be like this. Your skin was pale, bags lining your eyes as your face sunk. You could barely lift your fraile fingers to the cage where Bellamy met them, holding them as a tear fell from your eye.

“W-why are you here?” You croaked out, trying not to let him see you broken. But it was no use.

“I’ll get you out of here, I promise.” He said as the door opened again. He started to bang on the cage door like the other grounders as you shook your head at him. He listened to you, holding his breath before your cage door started to be unlocked. You knew you couldn’t handle another draining, so you fought back, kicking the man as he grabbed your legs. Bellamy was quick to slap his hands against his cage, getting their attention as they decided he was a better drain. They shoved you back into your cage before pulling Bellamy out and stringing him up against your pleads. Time passed slowly as you watched Bellamy’s blood travel out of his body and you couldn’t hold back the tears and sobs breaking you down.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled as you were shook awake. You apparently had passed out from the lack of energy or something because now as you wake up, Bellamy was freed from his restraints and in front of you.

“Bell-B-Bellamy?” He pulled you out of the cage as you threw your arms around his neck and he settled his arms around your waist, burying your head into his neck. He told you to get the rest of the grounders out while he saved his people and you listened.

Lexa betrayed Skaikru. You left the mountain and Lexa broke her deal with Clarke and casted you and Lincoln to the side. You were happy to see your best friend again but you were worried more about Bellamy, locked inside the mountain. You worked along side Skaikru to defeat the Mountain Men, watching as Clarke and Bellamy pulled the radiation lever. Bellamy turned to look at you as you turned to look at the screen, seeing his people being used for bone marrow before nodding your head to him, telling him to do it. When it was done you grabbed his hand before he pulled you against his body again. You didn’t want to leave this moment, thinking at one point you were going to die and now you’re here in his arms.

You didn’t know what to do after the massacre. You didn’t trust Lexa, having hoped after Anya’s death and the new alliance you could’ve been welcomed back but that fell apart.

“Why don’t you just stay here?” Bellamy blurted out as you stood in front of the gates for their camp. Your eyes widened, not quite sure what you should say.

“You really think that’s a good idea? I mean, would you really want me too?” You implored as you bit your lip, hoping more than anything he’d say yes because quite honestly, you wanted to stay. Bellamy only smiled at you, a smile that could’ve warmed your heart for a thousand years if he’d let it. His hand found yours as he pulled you into the camp, you giggled a little at his actions.

The months went by as you and Bellamy got closer. He told you all about his time on the ark and you told him about growing up on the ground. You officially became a couple a month after the massacre, enjoying the last two months with the man you were growing to love.

At this moment, you were both laying in your shared bed, the quietness of the room reminding you of all those moments you spent alone in the forest. Your back was pressed up against Bellamy’s shirtless chest, one of his arms pulled under your head as you played with his fingers. His other arm was wrapped around your waist as he pressed soft kisses against your shoulder and you squirmed against the tickling feeling. You spun around in his hold, causing him to groan under your shuffle before you settled with your hands against his chest and his around your waist, locking you in. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little as Bellamy pulled back to look at you more clearly.

“What’s so funny to you?” You looked up at him before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. He didn’t argue back as you felt his smile before pulling away.

“The guard and the grounder. Who would’ve thought?” You started as you traced your finger against his chest, biting your lip.

“Well you’re technically not a grounder.”

“And you’re technically not a guard.”

“Guess we’re just us then.” You knew you were smiling more than you ever had before, being more happy these last months than you have ever felt in your life.

“Yeah. Us.”

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OC Fic List

Okay so sorry that it’s so late but I finally have it up! I just wrote the title, author, summary, and name of main character for each fic. Let me know if you have or know of an OC fic that isn’t on this list!

Double Helix by @starksparker and @delicatetony 

Summary: High school, the place where you go through puberty one day to being genetically mutated the next day. Mae Joy Flores — better known as MJ —  has spent her high school days going day by day with a slight dull hollowness inside her. Of course, she has Peter and Ned, her two best friends so things aren’t so bad. That is until she happens to find out her best friends secret. Completely ironic, right? It looks that way, that is, until everything flips upside down and things start to change. Working through emotions, supervillains, and life or death scenarios are turning out to be her average high school situations.

Main Character: Mae Joy Flores (MJ Flores)

Slow Motion by @spider-man-and-i

Summary: They say when bad things happen. They happen all at once In a quick traumatizing matter Not in my case When my life crumbled to nothing it happened slowly I watched everything fall apart around me in slow motion. And they say good things take time To wait and be patient. But as my shattered mind pushed me from the bridge and the water sped towards me in a flash of movement Seemingly out if nowhere A flash of red and blue I was in his arms before I met the cold water Red and blue spandex gripped me tightly He saved my life then And every time things had seemed to slow down so I could watch fate do bad things He would show up out if nowhere and speed life up around me Around us This is how a girl with a shattered mind was saved over and over again by the one the only Spider-Man

Main Character: Genevieve Evans

Fast Forward by @spider-man-and-i

Sequel to Slow Motion

Summary: Bad things are supposed to happen slowly in a quick and traumatizing matter but bad things always seemed to slow down as if in slow motion so that I could watch every bad thing life decided to throw at me all the obstacles of life but when I moved all the way from London and kids at my school decided they didn’t like me or rather, decided I wasn’t worth standing up to the school Wanker I ended up meeting New York’s one and only Spider Man. The night I tried to kill myself it started on a bridge he sped things up in my life, giving me a second chance and I didn’t waste it I soon had friends M.J. , Ned and Peter Parker. Peter Parker with his adorable hazel eyes and curly brown hair Peter Parker who became my best friend and yet when I found myself in trouble Peter Parker was the on who abandoned me; Spider-Man saved me I chose not to talk to Peter for a few days after I got out of hospital and when I found myself in trouble yet again It was Peter Parker who saved my life and I found things out things that would forever speed up life around me around us FAST FORWARD barely giving us enough time to even breathe. It started on a bridge; it ended on a bridge or was that just an even crazier beginning?

Main Character: Genevieve Evans

When A Heart Breaks by @upsidedownparker

Summary: Twenty-six-year old Tom Holland had the life that he had almost always dreamed of ever since he was younger. He had taken over his dad business in the States after he graduated college. Married the love of his, and he has little girl that means the world to him. Everything was going smoothly. Then one frightful night, everything came crashing down around him. Ten months later, and Tom is still trying to put back the pieces of what happened while raising his daughter.

Main Character: Hailee

Sweet Revenge by @upsidedownparker

Sequel to Sweet Caroline

Summary: How much are Raven and Tom willing to do when it comes to protecting the people they love? How much is Emilie willing to sacrifice to see her plan go through? How can Harrison walk away from the life that has given him everything? How can Raven’s dad’s plan work that he’s been planning for the last eight years? The sweetest revenge is the ones that have been years in the making.

Main Character: Raven

Youngblood Archives by @cabbagebag

Summary (Teaser): The blood splattered messily. All over her face, her arms.. Everywhere. She barely had time to register it when she was screaming in pain. The limbs of her arm were being pulled apart. She felt tears prick in the corner of her eyes. Through a haze, she saw someone swinging around, kicking guards in the head and gunfire rang out. The pain had stopped, she noticed, the machine no longer pulling her. She only had seconds to recover before the barrel of a gun was pressed to her temple. “Alright, the gun is a little much, isn’t it?” Her eyes widened in anger. That voice. He promised her that he would stay back, and he agreed with her that she would have this under control. She didn’t need him embarrassing her. She heard the click of another gun, another bullet entering the chamber. “Alright, two guns, that’s really impressive. “Peter!” She yelled through gritted teeth. There was blood dripping from her brow as it mixed with sweat. “Just shut up.” “You sure you got this?” He asked, his hands up in surrender as he looked down at her from across the platform. “I’m already here, and I don’t think I can leave.” “You know what, I don’t care-” “I don’t care either,” Tick groaned through his mask. She barely had time to scream before his finger pulled the trigger. 

Main Character: Phaedra

Control by @cabbagebag

Summary (Teaser): “Good morning, Mr. Holland,” the secretary greeted him that morning, smiling at his son when he clocked in his time slip. The lady handed the child a pack of goldfish, something she’s always had on hand. “Morning, Mrs. Kelly,” he responded, keeping his arm around his son’s waist, holding him against his hip. His son grabbed at his curls, tugging and gurgling happily. Tom wasn’t happy that he had to wake him up so early but he was glad that he wasn’t fussing around anymore. Leo looked around the building with wide eyes, the binkie in his mouth falling from his lips as Tom pushed it back in with a chuckle. He set him down by his feet for a second, stepping into the elevator as Leo toddled after him. As much as he was annoyed at the nanny for stepping out on him today, he was sort of happy that he got to bring him with him today. He doesn’t get to do a lot with Leo as much anymore, and he probably won’t remember this visit but it means the world to Tom. When they got off on their floor, Leo clung onto Tom’s slacks as he tried to walk towards his office. Many workers watched him walk by, cooing at baby Leo or bidding their good mornings to their boss. Tom’s assistant smiled at the two of them as they walked by, waving at Leo as he gurgled happily. She laughed and went back to typing up a report she had been working on all morning, listening to her boss talk to his son in the room behind her. It had to have been five minutes later when Tom rushed back out, looking panicked and worried. His assistant looked startled, opening her mouth to say something to him when his head snapped to the left. “I lost Leo,” his voice was strained as his hands ran through his hair. He paced back and forth before yelling at himself. “I should’ve kept the door shut! Please, help me?” She doesn’t know why, but her eyes drift sideways as it catches a little bob of curly hair. “I better get a pay raise for this,” she jokes before taking off after the baby. 

Main Character: Izzy Michaels

You Braved the Stars (Tony x OC) by @hayls-speaks-fandoms

Summary:  My OC is Anya. For this fic, she is an alien from a made up planet called Sananda. The aliens there look human, but have a red tint to their skin, two hearts, and are on average over 6ft tall. Her species speaks in clicks, similar to Xhosa but not quite. She found herself on Earth around the time of Age of Ultron, and has worked with the Avengers teams since, having entered into a romantic relationship with Tony. Tony, struggling with dealing with various alien forms over the years, has a lot to overcome due to the fact his girlfriend is an alien (he even learned some of her language). They overcome this obstacle, however, and have a wonderful relationship…. That is, until aliens once again invade and Thanos destroys half the universe. Once that is set right, Tony still struggles. And Anya does too. 

Main Character: Anya

Find Your Way Back by @the-claire-bitch-project

Summary: Tom Holland spends a lot of time jetting off to various places. He never gets to stay long, he never has the chance to explore or learn about the cities he visits, and he sure doesn’t get to see the people he meets again. So when he meets the girl of his dreams and she leaves without a trace, all he wants is to find his way back to her heart. 

Main Character: Henley Thompson

A Different Type of Double by @heavenly---holland

Summary: No one said falling in love with your best friend was easy, let alone both of them.

Main Character: Katelyn

My Scars Burn Bright Against The Dark Dark Night by @thefourthnorn

On fanfiction.net

Summary: Katia had scars. She'd had them for a very long time. But sometimes scars are the very key to what makes you special. Little did she know that these scars would show her a world she'd only dreamt of; full of monsters, magic, heroes, and villains. But if there is one thing she can remember, it's that no one's fate is written in stone...

Main Character: Katia

Theater Kids and Science Nerds by @theasexualbunny

Summary: No official summary.

Main Character: Annie

You’ve Got Mail (Harrison Osterfield x OC) by @nillewritings

Summary: The last few months Harry Holland had to look on as his older brother’s best friend/”assistant”, Harrison Osterfield, walked around with this sad look on his face. So much so, that Harry himself was sporting it. A good friend of Harry’s, Julia Graham, asked him what was wrong and in the matters of hours, they had decided to set up the best friend with Julia’s roommate. As a ploy, Julia wrote a post-it note with Harrison’s email address and placed it between all of Elle’s notes. And as Harry and Julia had hoped, Elle discovers the note and decides on a whim, to write to the email address.  Follow along as Elle waits for the reply and what happens after she gets one. 

Main Character: Elle

Zero by @utautattooedghoul

Summary: Alice Marie Snow was born into a family of highly trained and well respected assassin’s. Her mother, Rebecca Snow and her father Damien Snow were the head of the Snow White Assassin’s, a highly respected and well known assassin organization that only killed wanted criminals. At the age of 9 Alice’s parents were tragically murdered in their own home. Now 15 years old and disbanding the Snow White Assassin’s, Alice ended up selling their old mansion and moved into an apartment complex in Queens, New York. She took up the name “Zero” and dawned a pure white and red Assassin’s Creed style superhero outfit that she had dawned with the logo of her family on both the mask and cape. Now fighting crime in the streets of Queens, New York she will be recruited and watched over by Tony Stark under the “Stark Internship” aka being trained to become an Avenger where she will work alongside the Avengers members as well as another new recruit her age named Peter Parker. Will Alice be able to balance being an Avenger recruit as well as going to school? And will she be able to find that happiness that she used to have as a child before it was tragically ripped away from her?

Main Character: Alice Snow

Better by @iron-spiderr

Summary: tom calls layla earlier than usual, and more needy than usual, to pick him up from a bar where he’s drinking to forget his broken heart, and maybe he tells her why it’s broken.

Main Character: Layla

[saibh29]

Thief

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, hostage taking, stealing, violence

Request: Reader is a grounder and is sent by Anya to steal something from the sky peoples camp but she is caught by Bellamy had has to escape again. 

@angelaiswriting @georgiagrl1990 @selldraug @coffeebooksandfandom @angryares @punk-rock-5-sos

You were sat on the top level of their ship, hands tied tightly behind your back and around a heavy piece of metal. Your feet were equally tied together and there was a blindfold over your eyes.

Which meant that so far the plan was going perfectly. Everything had gone exactly as Anya had predicted. You’d allowed yourself to be captured by members of the sky people. They’d been out hunting for food and damn had it been difficult to pretty much throw yourself in their path… accidently. You’d managed it though.

They’d blindfolded you and pushed you up onto this top level of the ship, now you were simply waiting. You weren’t a patient person in general and on top of that you were starting to lose the feeling in your hands, the ropes binding them together had been done very tightly.

Thankfully it wasn’t much longer after that thought that you heard the drop ship hatch open and footsteps approach you. The blindfold was lifted off and you blinked quickly your eyes readjusting to the light. In front of you three people stood. A blonde haired girl with bright blue eyes and an empty expression, a long haired man who looked supremely uncomfortable and finally a taller man with slightly curly hair and brown eyes.

“What’s your name?” the longer haired one asked trying to pitch his voice as friendly “I’m Finn” he pointed at the girl “That’s Clarke and that’s Bellamy”

“She doesn’t even understand us Finn” the girl insisted. You did understand though. Could speak English perfectly well. Which was one of the reasons that Anya had sent you on this mission.

“She understands” Bellamy spoke coming closer and crouching down beside you. “She understands perfectly”

“Bellamy” Finn warned “we talked about this”

“No Finn you talked. No one else agreed” Clarke crossed her arms over her chest looking uncomfortable. “She knows things that we need to know”

Ah so that was what they had been arguing about earlier. How to get information out of you regarding your camp and your people. It was a fair assumption you presumed, that they could somehow manage to find out information about your clan. After all it was similar to what Anya had sent you here for. You however were not the best candidate to try and interrogate, not that they’d know that about you.

“Guy’s she just a girl” Finn hissed.

There would be the other reason why Anya had chosen you. You could look like a young child if you tried, totally innocent when you chose to be. Even if that was the furthest from the truth as it was possible to get.  

“She’s a grounder Finn. From their Camp. She knows about them”

Bellamy’s eyes travelled over your face. “We need to know about your people”

You remained completely silent just staring at him blankly. You had been told not to interact with any of them no matter what the provocation and that was exactly what you were going to do.

“Please” Clarke implored “We don’t want to hurt you. We need your help”

You help to do what? Sell out your own people? That was never going to happen.

Clarke sighed “She isn’t going to talk to us”

Bellamy got back to his feet and Finn shook her head. “We aren’t doing this” he insisted face harsh as he glared between Bellamy and Clarke. “I’m not going to let you do this”

“Finn” Bellamy warned “what choice do we have? We need to know what she does”

Finn just shook his head opening his mouth once more then Clarke cut in “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this here”

Both men looked at her before obviously deciding Clarke had a point and going back down the ladder of their ship. Leaving you with Clarke.

“Finn won’t be able to stop Bellamy and the others” she warned “They need to know what you do and they’ll find a way to get it out of you”

You still weren’t answering her and Clarke just smiled sadly before following Finn and Bellamy down the ladder. Finally leaving you alone and not blindfolded. You let a small smile come to your face and gently started to rotate your wrists, the final reason that Anya had sent you to this camp was your lesser known ability. You could literally slip pretty much any knot or binding in existence.

Sure enough in a little amount of time you had your wrists free from the ropes and could lean forward and untie your feet. Free of your bindings you stood up stretching your muscles. Time for the actually important part of the plan.

You moved silently to the hatch, there was no one in sight below and you slid quickly down the edges of the ladder making your way out of the ship and dropping below into the bushes surrounding it.

Kids were milling around the camp yet none of them were looking over at where you were hiding. From the small cut out pocket of your jacket you slid out the knife they hadn’t managed to find and holding it loosely in one hand you made your way around the back of the ship.

Intel on the camp had been much improved since you’d… adopted John Murphy and therefore you knew exactly why you were going. Slipping into the tent that the mechanic girl had taken over you moved silently up behind her pressing the knife against her throat. She froze instantly.

“Shhhh” you whispered in her ear as you led her over to the single chair in the room, sitting her down and moving in front of her, knife still pressed against her throat.

“You’re the girl from the drop ship” she said “How did you get free?”

You just smiled. Grabbing a rag from the bench she’d been working on you tied to quickly around her mouth as a gag and used the rope they’d used on you to tie her hands to the chair.

Using the description that Murphy had given you all earlier you found the box of bullets on the desk using a bag from the floor of the tent you put the boxes in the bag and got it onto you back. You turned back to the girl who’s eyes were wide open at your thievery.

You waved with your fingers at her giving her a final smile as you slipped out the back of the tent and back into the woods towards your own camp.

“Hold it!”

You stopped turning to watch as one of the men from before stood behind you holding up one of the guns. Bellamy.

“Put the bag down” You didn’t move. “I know you can understand me, so put the bag down”

“Why?”

He actually looked surprised that you’d spoken to him. To be fair you were fairly surprised as well, you were breaking the rules by speaking to him yet for some reason you couldn’t help yourself.

“Why?” he repeated.

“Why should I put the bag down? Are you going to shoot me Bellamy?” He still looked confused over the fact that you were actually speaking to him. “Somehow I don’t think you are” instead of putting the bag down you instead moved closer to him. So close to him that you could feel his breath of your face as you leant up towards him. “Next time work harder on your threats”

“I can’t let you leave”

“You can try and stop me” you made to move and Bellamy reached out grabbing your shoulder, in one smooth movement you’d twisted under his arm, forced it back up behind his back and had him stuck in a grip he really didn’t want to move from.

“How did you even get free?” he gasped trying to get you to keep talking.

“You don’t tie knots as well as you think you do” you changed your grip on him bringing your knife back out. “This is nothing personal Bellamy, trust me. I actually quite like you, but I need to leave now and I need to take this stuff with me”

“What?” Bellamy sounded confused, but you were fairly sure he’d be more confused when he woke up. You had crashed the hilt of your knife into the back of his head, his eyes rolled backwards and he fell to the ground. Unconscious.

You stared down at his face for a moment, admiring the way the freckles decorated his nose and his mouth turned up slightly at the corners. He was a very attractive man, something that you probably shouldn’t be noticing.

You allowed yourself one more moment of staring at him before hitching the bag further up onto your shoulders and taking off back towards your own camp and your own people.

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain x Curly

Previous - Part 7 - Next

Warning: Abortion mention.

You were watching the ultrasound you were doing on Anya, and you ran your hand over your face upon seeing the fetus.

"When"

Anya: "...I found out just before the crash..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You turned to look at Curly on the stretcher and then saw Anya, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Anya: "For a moment I thought that... you wouldn't do anything for me either... and then, with all the responsibility you had on your shoulders... I didn't want to give you more problems."

"Why did you think I wasn't going to help you?"

Anya: "...You were always on the captain's side..."

"Well, when he had reasonable decisions, of course I agreed! Ugh... I don't want to talk about this now, let's focus on this now... How many weeks approximately?"

Anya: "...14 weeks..."

"Great, you're still on time. I know I ordered misoprostol, it must be somewhere."

Anya: "What's that?"

"It would help you to abort"

Anya: "How did you manage to get them to add that?"

"Well, I lied saying that some of the crew had gastric ulcers due to the consumption of aspirin to treat the inflammation caused by radiation when they had to go on walks outside the ship... And I sent Curly to ask for it so they didn't ask questions."

You mentioned searching through the cabinets for that medication until you found the tablet and handed it to her.

"I warn you that it's going to be hell, it's completely your decision, and I'll be with you to help you with all this."

You said, holding the pills while she watched you, slowly taking the box.

Anya: "How do you know?"

You fell silent and your eyes quickly moved to give Curly a glance, and then back to Anya, who understood immediately.

"Those are the side effects mentioned in the content if you take them when you are pregnant."

You told him right away and then sat down sighing.

Anya: "You look tired... Shall we grab a drink?"

You knew very well why he was saying that now, but you nodded to leave that place, not without first greeting your husband, letting him know you would be back soon.

Anya: "How was that?"

"I had gotten pregnant a few years ago, and we were about to make a new delivery, before that I asked Curly for a new load of medications, I was going to finish it myself on the ship."

Anya: "Why didn't you stay? Why didn't you do it in a safe way?"

"They keep an eye on everything you do, and they judge you. I wouldn't have gotten this job back, they would have done thousands of physical and mental tests to tell me I wasn't qualified to be co-captain... And I didn't want Curly to find out either."

You shrugged and took a seat while you prepared what was like hot chocolate, placing the powder in some cups and pouring water over them.

Anya: "Didn't he suspect anything?"

"I knew how to hide it, at that time there were only men on the ship, I lied saying it was my period, no one cared enough to ask more questions... Although Curly was very worried, he couldn't neglect his work that much either."

Anya: "...How was it? I want to know exactly what I'm going to face."

"...Hemorrhages, pelvic pain, depression, infections.... infertility"

You looked at the cup in your hands while saying this last part, taking a sip of its contents.

Anya: "...There aren't too many painkillers left in the nursery... Not for the three of us... Not for all this time we have to wait-"

She pressed her lips together as she placed her hand on her belly and tightened her uniform.

"Oh right, I haven't told you yet, the ship is heading to a Pony Express station, there we can ask for a rescue, we'll arrive in two more months."

Anya: "Even so, there aren't enough."

"I've already endured hell, I can do it again, don't worry about my dose."

Anya: "But-"

"Think about yourself! Please! Stop thinking about others!"

You slammed the cup against the table, causing a bit of the liquid to spill.

"It's your decision... Just...Decide... For you, not for others."

Anya: "Captain..."

You lifted your head upon hearing her say that, and you could see a small smile on her lips.

Anya: "Thank you"

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 16 - Next

"How do you feel today?"

You were checking on Anya, who was still resting.

Anya: "I feel much better... I hope to recover by the time the rescue comes." 

"I hope so, don't worry, even if you can't walk i will carry you." You giver her a smile

Anya: "...(Y/n), I have to tell you something"

ahead"9

Anya: "...I had hidden the gun... It's there."

She pointed to a drawer that was under Curly's stretcher, you looked at Anya for a few seconds.

"You had told me that you didn't know where it was."

Anya: "I was afraid you would put it somewhere else and it would be within his reach..."

"Mm... You did well, I would have followed the protocol and kept it with me, it would have been dangerous anyway."

Anya: "...Do you really think they're coming to rescue us? They're not going to leave us here... are they?

"Hey," you took his hand, "Everything is going to be alright, they're going to come."

Anya: "...If they don't come... Could you?..."

"They are coming"

You squeezed her hand more firmly and stayed by her side until she fell deeply asleep.

You approached Curly's stretcher to open the drawer and see the gun's safe.

You entered the code to open it and took it there, making sure it was in good condition.

You felt Curly's gaze on you when you put it away in your uniform.

"It has the safe on, it won't hurt me, don't worry. I don't want to be scolded if they find it here, the protocol says that the captain in charge must have it in their possession in case of an emergency, otherwise, they will be sanctioned. If they come and find it here, they'll make a scene."

You patted his chest a couple of times and pouted.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the one who forced me to learn the rules and follow them. It's your fault."

The man let out a sound, it seemed like he wanted to laugh at your words.

"There's not much time left... We're almost there... And when we return... You're going to be in the hospital a lot for sure, but you'll have a more comfortable bed, better care, I'll come to see you every day... And when you feel better, we'll go home... And we'll sleep together again like before, okay?"

You ran your hand over his chest, smiling at him affectionately, thinking that you would have your husband by your side again.

Curly: "Clo...sh..."

He murmured, looking at you, patiently waiting for you to understand his request. You felt curious about it, but you approached his face.

And he leaned his head to you, a small sound of a clinch could be heard.

You put your hands over your mouth, unsure of how to feel about what he did, but the sensation of having knocked your teeth together left a tingling in your mouth.

While Curly was embarrased that his plan hadn't gone as well as he had thought in his attempt to give you a "kiss."

You ran your tongue over your teeth hoping that sensation would go away faster, and as you did so, you sighed in relief.

"Don't do that again, please," you laughed, still making a couple of gestures with your mouth as if the tickling sensation had lingered. "One day you can kiss me again, but don't crash your mouth into mine with your exposed teeth, we're going to hurt each other."

He let out a whimper and turned hid head to avoid seeing you, to which you responded by leaving a kiss on his neck before leaving.

Daisuke: "Captain, I can't make Polly stop crying, please help me, Swansea told me it was my turn to take care of her and I don't know what to do!  I tried to feed her, her diaper is clean, and she doesn't want me to hold her either!"

The boy approached you with the baby in his arms, who was red from having cried for so long.

"Not here-!"

You pulled him away from the nursery so that Anya wouldn't have to hear the baby's cries.

You took the baby and laid her on the sofa to start rubbing her stomach.

So you took her little feet and started pressing them against her stomach slowly, Daisuke was already starting to panic.

Daisuke: "What's wrong with her?"

He asked in terror until they heard the fart the baby started to release, gradually calming down as she felt relieved.

"Gases," you replied, squeezing her a little more until she let it all out.

Daisuke: "My hero!"

"Now it's your turn to put her to sleep."

Daisuke: "That's easy!"

He took the baby and lay down on the sofa, placing her on top of him. Polly looked comfortable on the boy's chest, relaxed, she closed her eyes.

Daisuke: "Ta-da~"

They heard another fart from the baby again, but this time it seemed like there was something more into it.

Daisuke: "....Captainnnnn"

"...I think both of you are going to need a bathroom..."

You covered your nose, ready to help the boy.