#anya musume x reader

[puzzledprose]

Can you make gen HCS for Anya? Sfw & nsfw? For gn reader?

Of course I can!!! So hyped for my first ask 😝 Sorry if it’s bad I’m new to fanfic

Anya X GN!Reader: General head-canons!

Really loves it when you brush her hair. I think we can all agree that Anya is beyond stressed most of the time so it’s such a nice way for her to turn her brain off for a bit. Give her a scalp massage and she will be asleep in MINUTES.

When you two do one of your frequent trashy TV binges she will commentate the whole show with a lot of passion. Think of this clip cause that’s the kind of commentary you’re getting (maybe a little less aggressive though)

On a similar note it’s canon that she rages over board games and such, so you two will have a lot of competitive games of Mario Kart, Uno, Smash Bros etc. If it’s you and her VS another team she is an absolute menace. She will attempt some absolute Light Yagami level strategies to win.

It’s all in good fun though and you know she would never actually be mad at you over it.

I also imagine Anya can be very soft when she wants to. Absolutely adores quiet time. I can imagine she can get super into just doing stuff around you. When she’s completely swamped with med school homework she likes to do it with you in the room.

Cuddlescuddlescuddles Anya is big on cuddles. Definitely likes laying her head on your chest it’s very soothing.

Okay now it’s 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 time 👅

Sex is a very intimate thing for Anya, so she has to be in the right mood for it. I wouldn’t say her sex drive is particularly low. But it is smaller than most.

So please make an effort for her, she really loves it when you do.

I feel like if you hugged her from behind with your arms around her waist and kissed her neck she would fold though.

Okay kinda going back to the intimacy thing she really likes when you hold her hand. It helps her relax into everything so easily. When she’s close I think her grip on you gets stronger.

Anya is definitely very quiet during sex. I can’t really imagine her moaning too loud, but she whimpers for sure, maybe even a few gasps if you’re really doing a good job 😉

In terms of giving I feel she’s quite good with her fingers, and she is definitely aware of it. She does like to tease you a bit by drawing out the process but once she finally gets her hands on you…

It’s heaven on earth

She also has a really good knowledge of the human body (duh) so she uses that to her advantage. Anya’s done a bit of research on the erogenous zones of the body and abuses the hell out of it.

Anyas aftercare is pretty good too, nothing over the top but she will make you both a cup of tea and snuggle up with you.

Any thoughts or feedback are welcome! This is my first official post so I apologise if it’s kinda mid. Also I didn’t proof read this too well so I may have made a few typos. Other than that I hope you enjoyed!

[s1lly-c0r3]

Mouthwashing Headcanons !!

Cuddling - Curly, Jimmy, Daisuke, Anya, and Swansea (No assigned Gender for reader!!) `` This is for entertainment purposes only, reminder to be kind and feel free to request !! ``

CURLY ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Big on being big spoon, likes the feel of your head on his chest. Most likely wouldn't mind trying little spoon, but he's always gotta have his arms wrapped around you somehow.

Doesn't like any sound playing in the background, prefers to listen to you yap or the sound of you breathing. It comforts him to know you're safe.

Loves your hands in his hair.

Pampers you, but not in an obsession kind of way. He'll coat your face in kisses then chuckle at your reaction

Usually likes to cuddle in bed, PDA is not for him. He won't mind the couch, but he likes a lot of room.

Purrs, isn't aware of it and completely denies when you mention it at all.

Prefers to not touch you much when he's stressed, he's a sweet guy but he's scared he'll hurt you or vent to much. A kiss here and there won't hurt, but the second he calms down he's all over you again.

Titties

Cuddles a pillow when you're not around, not in a weird, gross kind of way, he just likes having his arms wrapped around something (and that something is you)

JIMMY ┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Isn't aware when he's little or big spoon but prefers to have his face shoved into your neck and his arms wrapped around you. Weather that's a big or little spoon; it's up to you.

His hands are always cold, they're usually up your shirt tracing your back or stomach. If not, then he's running them through your hair.

Boney as hell, not the most comfortable to lay on and he knows it.

Usually just falls asleep without changing, shoes and everything. But he sometimes tries to take at least one clothing item off.

Likes his scars or bones being traced but doesn't admit it.

He smiles a LOT while cuddling, usually he's already hiding his face in your neck and pampering you to hide the fact, but you've clearly noticed.

Goes for the bed, always. If you two manage to fall asleep on the couch, you'll wake up in the bed anyways

Wandering hands

A lot of teasing knows exactly how to make you react in the way he wants, and he'll use it to the best he can.

Falls asleep first.

DAISUKE · · ──꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ── · ·

Little AND big spoon likes having you comfortable either that be your head on his chest or his head on yours.

Can't handle too much teasing, but does like to blabber compliments while grinning stupidly

LOVES when you play with his hair, it keeps him calm.

Sleeper build Daisuke !!

Likes laying on your stomach, he always claims it's just too comfortable for him to resist but it's actually just because he likes waking up and seeing your face.

Will probably lick you, just for the bit

Loves cuddling ANYWHERE, cuddle on the couch, bed, bath, the car. Anywhere he can have skin on skin contact he's running towards it.

Always finds a way to hold your hand

Hates waking up every morning and having to leave you, complains the whole time. If he has to be up at 6 in the morning, you have to be up at 6 in the morning.

Comments on little things you do he finds cute to tease, but always ends up feeling bad or getting too flustered.

ANYA •☽──✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧──☾•

Preferably little spoon wouldn't mind letting you be it for the night but really prefers to just let you hold her.

Giggles a little too much, sometimes has to turn her head away if you compliment her to often or if she's being pampered.

Loves pampering you back though, your face is like a canvas for her lips.

Has a whole routine she does before cuddling, forces you to do it with her.

Loves the bed, hates the couch and refuses to ever sleep there.

Plays some sort of soft music in the background, she's mainly listening to your heartbeat, especially if you talk, the music is just there as a background noise.

Always falls asleep

Huge stress reliver for her, if she's got herself worked up over something she'll just toss herself into your arms and complain about it till she falls asleep for the night.

She'll most likely kick your ass if your hands start to wander, but she allows it most the time. Just be a bit careful.

Loves your chest, doesn't matter if your boney or not. Her face is always smashed into it.

SWANSEA ⊹˚₊‧──────‧₊˚⊹

Always big spoon: likes you laying on him or having his chest pressed against your back.

Holds your hand most the time, presses little kisses on your knuckles as well.

Huge gentlemen, if he sees any sign of discomfort, he's not going to do it anymore.

Probably dances with you, I just feel like he's the kind of guy to do that.

Do NOT tease this man, he gets really flustered about it. Sure, he'll drop his voice low and tease the hell out of you but if you match the energy, he's covering your mouth and turning his head away.

His hands are EVERYWHERE.

Likes the smell of you, always commenting on a perfume or your natural scent.

(cmon, its swansea, its like cuddling a huge bear)

AAAAGUHHHHHH I finished it !!! Please enjoy <33 If you have any requests for me feel free to ask and don't be shy!! I do NOT shame anyone at all!! We listen, we don't judge. Have a wonderful day/night loves!!

[anyamusumemouthwashing]

This is attractive. (Credit to original owner)

[katyagraveyard]

hi me and anya are getting married you're all invited. bring a fruit basket.

[lesbiananya]

“Oh,” is all Anya can get out, a hand reaching up to her mouth to bite her nails. “Do you really think so?”

an illustration of a scene from my fanfic: who could ever hurt you? who could be so unkind?

[th3cadav3r]

Hello! I think a nice sfw fluff scenario for the Tulpar crew would be headcanons of how each character would react when the reader hesitantly tells them they don’t like sex or are asexual. Reader can be gn. Thank you, I really like your headcanon writings!

SFW Mouthwashing Headcanons���Asexual Reader

content: fluff, kissing, cuddling, mentions of sex, very very very slight acephobia from Jimmy(but with a happy ending)

author’s note: Keep in mind that I am not asexual therefore I cannot understand or fully grasp the asexual experience. I just tried my best based on what I’ve seen and heard online. Hope you enjoy!

Daisuke

You and him had been dating for about three weeks

You always held hands and made out a lot, but nothing more than that

His libido is pretty high because of his age, so naturally he wanted more

You were making out on the couch when suddenly you felt his hands start to wander

It was fine at first until his hand started reaching a little too low for comfort

“Wait—”you blurt out

He stops immediately, retracting his hand

“Sorry, did I do something wrong?” His voice is full of genuine concern

“No, it’s not your fault. I just uh…don’t want that”

He was a little confused. “We can move to my bed if you want” He suggests, thinking that you just wanted more privacy than the living room provided

“No, I…I mean I don’t want to have sex. It’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t like it”

He didn’t expect that but he understood. He smiled reassuringly

“That’s alright. I get it”

You breathed a sigh of relief and your body relaxed. You felt like you truly didn’t deserve such a sweet boyfriend

“Here—we can just cuddle instead” He offers with his arms open. You gladly accept

You spent the rest of the afternoon napping together and playing video games when you woke up

This was definitely different for him compared to his previous relationships, but he didn’t care. He loves you for you

Anya

You started dating towards the end of the trip

She’s more of a words of affection girl than a physical touch girl, which is perfect for you

At one point when things started to get a bit steamy, you finally told her

“Before this gets too far…you should know something about me”

You tell her how you feel no desire for sex but that you still love her the same. Of course she’s understanding once you explain it to her

“I appreciate that you told me”

You both have a long discussion about what is and isn’t okay in regards to your and her comfort. And you both come out of the conversation with a much better and deeper understanding of each other

Now whenever you and her get touchy, she knows exactly what to do to make you feel good without crossing the line

Curly

There was no doubt about it: You were the captain’s favourite

You spent a lot of time alone with him in the cockpit just chatting about the most random things

He definitely grew a liking to you and you to him. One day he asked you what exactly he was to you

You confessed your feelings to him and he does the same. While the moment feels amazing, you can’t help but feel worried about his reaction to your sexuality

“Hey, I should let you know–” You decide to just tell him now. “–I don’t really want this to be a sexual thing, okay?”

He’s a bit taken aback, you can clearly see that in his face. But he is by no means offended or upset

“No worries, then,” he reassures. “Thanks for telling me”

For the next few days, he was very overly cautious. He asked if you were comfortable before he gave you any kind of physical affection. It was a bit exhausting at first, but you appreciated that he cared so much

Swansea

Let’s be real: This man is old

His sex drive is almost all long gone

And he let you know this when you told him about your lack of sexual desire

“Yeah, so what?” he says gruffly and bluntly. “I’m fifty-fuckin’-six years old, sweetheart. Just thinking about sex makes my back hurt”

You were totally expecting that response. It still made you smile from ear to ear though

He wasn’t really a lovey-dovey type of guy when the others were around, but when you two were alone in his bedroom he was a lot more affectionate. Cuddles, kisses, caresses…everything he did was so gentle and comfortable

Jimmy

You’re definitely a lot closer to him than anyone else on board, even Curly

Neither of you really knew where you stood in terms of a relationship, but your “hangouts” included a lot of making out and touching

This was fine initially, but at a certain point it became too much for you

“Hold on—”You grab his wandering hand and move it off of your body

“What?” He was genuinely surprised that you stopped him

“This is going a bit too far for me”Your body tenses up, anticipating a very awkward and uncomfortable conversation

“What do you mean?” He sounded a little hurt and a bit annoyed

“I don’t…have a drive like that. I don’t want to do sexual stuff”You laid it all out for him

He was quiet for a bit. You couldn’t exactly read his face so you were starting to get a little nervous

“It’s not because of me, right?”

“No, of course not,” you reassure. “That’s just how I am”

He sighs. Whether it was out of relief or frustration you couldn’t tell

“Alright”

The atmosphere between you and him was a little awkward for the next few days. You couldn’t help but worry

“Sorry if I was being distant,” he finally told you one afternoon. “Just thinking things through”

“That’s alright” You were lying; you were a little upset that he basically ghosted you after you were so vulnerable with him, but you were willing to just let it go, at least for now

“I know you have your…thing. But I still like you”

Well that was a surprise. But a good one. Definitely a good one. You told him that you liked him back

He was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t do everything he hoped to do with you, but he still liked you a lot. Besides, he could always just “take care” of himself in private

[curlyfriesgalore]

curly can't sing.

as the title says, it's a headcanon i randomly had when playing my mouthwashing sims 4 household (lol), where swansea and curly went karaoke-ing at 'waterside warble' in san myshuno. curly sang horrendously since he just gained the skill. though, it made me think, how funny would it be if curly genuinely couldn't sing for shit?

it's the one thing jimmy has leverage over (he's no better, really), and curly is painfully aware of his tone-deafness, so he never reveals it unless it's for a special occasion... with an extra special someone there to watch him perform (miserably).

that being said, daisuke suggested the crew do something fun to celebrate the completion of their shipment, so why not do some karaoke?

★ a sfw one-shot broken down into bullets with chat-format segments for dialogue. fair warning, there are a few suggestive moments, but the implications aren't overt. [2,817 words]

☆ gen tags: set in 2005. gn! reader who is a doctor and a great singer. none of the game's events happen, so they're just a bunch of folks doing regular space deliveries, but jimmy is still an unpleasant ass that gets on the reader's nerves. reader and curly are crushing on each other (they're on the brink of knowing it's reciprocal). manfailure curly but he's trying his best... whatever that best is (lmfao, accurate to canon 😭). curly -> grant (name switch at some point in the fic). there's one moment where curly and reader share a glass, so just letting you know in case you're not a fan of that :)

[i'm still on break, but i wanted to write something more concise and improvised in under a day! and i won't lie, i find fics including everyone to be so fun to write. i really love testing out my characterizations of the crew and have them interact in relaxed scenarios. art by kafukafukadayo on twt. —iris🌠]

while you bask in the dim hues of red lights, the instrumental of an electropop softens into silence as it tandems with your pants. when you peel your eyes open, everyone's gaping their mouths and raising their brows—even jimmy, ever the unimpressed, is surprisingly taken aback, and you're taken aback by that alone.

daisuke springs from the leather sofa. he bounds towards you, grips both your shoulders, and shakes you senselessly, his hand still somehow clutching his open flip phone.

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"doc, that... was... INSANE!" he jostles your body back and forth between his pauses, swaying you with all his might as he nearly forces the microphone to drop out your hand. daisuke swishes his head, finally letting you go, "wh—buh?! how do you—are you imogen heap reincarnated?!"

anya snorts, sounding like a stuffed trumpet. "dai, imogen's alive! she's only 27." swansea follows suit, his deep chuckle rumbling through his belly, crossed arms resting atop. "pfft, that's far from dead."

daisuke rolls his eyes away from the two, "tch, you get what i mean! like, look—!" he speedily dials the buttons on his phone, opening his gallery and brandishing a pixelated clip of you singing along to the mbira melody and string bass beats, the crunchy electronic syncs with your ethereal mezzo-soprano. daisuke snaps the phone shut with his palm, raising his free hand in surrender. "if that's not the lead singer of frou frou, then i don't know who is." he takes the remote, looking through what next to sing.

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amid the nurse, mechanic, and intern belting their lungs out to "hey ya!" curly sits, and you stand before him. his ocean eyes swim in awe as he cranes his neck to face you. you're glowing. your head perfectly aligns right in front of the carmine light; its luminescence filters around your shadowed outline, like you were some angel graced from above with an even more angelic voice to come with. it was sort of comical how the largest man in the room felt so small beneath your presence.

there's a dew of sweat hanging below your bottom lip, and curly can't help but bite his. that is until he slips his teeth back in when you cushion yourself onto the couch, spreading your legs wide with an arm lounging on the headrest behind him. curly huffed a laugh and leaned into the shiny sofa, letting his scalp fall onto your forearm.

even with your tongue tucked inside your parted lips, curly could practically see your papillae beg for freshness. he smiles, momentarily stretching his back away from the couch to grab your drink and hands it to you. a raspy thanks escape your parched throat.

your neck bobs with every gulp, drinking like it's the last you'll ever taste water. curly tries his hardest not to let his gaze linger longer than it should, but the way your head tilts back and your hand grips the glass, he can't help but swallow some of that imaginary water himself.

a contented sigh leaves you. you flick your eyes to him and just about see the last of his adam's apple slurp up nothing. you gesture the drink, asking if he wants it. curly is briefly hesitant until he turns to see his empty cup and shrugs, "sure, why not?"

as curly takes his sip, he notices the beaded sweat shining on your lip more notably than before. his brows raise ever so subtly, ruminating his next moves. when you still fail to realize the wetness glistening at your mouth's rim, he pulls the drink away from himself.

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"hey, can i...?"

your eyes widen softly as you watch his thumb inch toward your jaw. you flick your view down, puffing out your lower lip to see a dab of sweat cling onto you for dear life. you look back at him and nod. curly gently takes a hold of your chin, thumbing the sudor away while his remaining fingers brush against your neck. you take in the moment, eyes half-lidded and lips ever so parted. he wasn't glancing at you, but you could tell he wanted to, for his warm breath quiets the longer you study him—noticing the way his tongue peeks out his mouth or how his golden greying hair falls over the wrinkles etched into his temple. "you know," moments before he drops his hand, he finally manages to look you in the eye, your faces merely inches apart. "your performance really gave me chills." you smirked, "is that why you didn't speak up?" your tease brought curly to a laugh, the bass in his voice strong. "i can't help but be mesmerized when that's how you sing, doc."

you hummed a titter, nodding to yourself as you thanked him with a delicate smile. "you can drop the formalities, grant. we're at a karaoke bar, not the tulpar."

whether or not you noticed the hitch in his breath, grant softened upon hearing his first name, oftentimes forgetting that's who he actually is. his head tilts down, blithely sighing before picking himself up to show you his grin, "okay, okay..." he momentarily chuckles, now resting his elbow on the headrest, propping it up, and leaning onto his knuckles next to your arm still lying there. "well, my point still stands. you have an incredibly captivating voice, y/n." "oh, stop it...!" you both become a blushing, giggling mess. your other hand finds its way to rest on your knee, which sits right against grant's. as you speak about your singing history, grant brings his free palm to his thigh, pretending to unintentionally graze his calloused fingers against your nails. he listens intently to how you'd belt out your favorite songs on repeat, albeit the sound of daisuke and anya screaming, "HEEEY YAAA!" and the tidbits of exhaustion lingering in his mind make your words muffle into incoherent jargon.

"but enough about me, i wanna hear you." you catch his eyes snapping away from both his and your legs smushing together, hoping you don't notice the blankness in his brain. "or are you just charming me to stall your big reveal, hm?"

grant's jaw falls, and utterances of filler words filter out his mouth, but before he can respond, daisuke catches wind of their conversation as outkast's song dies down in the background.

"oh, yeah!" daisuke takes a swig of his soda. after a sigh of satisfaction and couple of lip smacks, daisuke leaps from his end of the couch and motions to the two, microphone in hand. "it's your turn to solo, captain!"

"uhh, i don't know if i should..." grant sheepishly waves the mic away, his eyes shifting between everyone's expressions. daisuke is pouting and pleading with puppy eyes. anya just gives him a thumbs-up and a classic comforting smile. swansea is indifferent. jimmy, who's been leaning against the palm tree printed wall for the past four songs, beer in hand, grows an all-too-familiar smirk. then there's you, expectantly looking at him with overlaid eyes he wishes to see in a different setting... that of his bedroom—

"aww, why not, curl? we've done our parts. 's only fair you do yours, too." jimmy's tone was far from welcoming, sounding more like a jab than anything. you narrowed your sights at him, "didn't you only sing in the group ones?" jimmy shrugs. "look," after taking another chug of his can, raising his hands in defeat. "my karaoke quota's been filled. sorry." you simply roll your eyes. before the tension thickens, daisuke interjects, "ah, don't worry, cap. i bet your voice sounds super cool, like superhero cool! you've got that gruffness that swan's got... but y'know... less croaky n' stuff!" "'scuze me?" swansea lifts a single brow, anya stifles a laugh, and daisuke flails his hands in defense, "eh- i mean it as a compliment! you've got a sick voice, swansea." "emphasis on sick..." anya cheekily comments under her breath, and for the first time in forever, swansea's jaw drops. he coughs out a laugh that's been lodged in his throat for god knows how long and shakes his head, pointing his thumb at the giggling woman. "wowww, aren't you, the nurse, supposed to be fixing that?" anya nods to you, "only under doctor's orders." the two have a back and forth, but daisuke still stands in front of grant, intent on lending the mic to the man.

"i—okay..." grant crumbles under the pressure, caving in when you whisper a couple of encouragements. daisuke cheers, anya claps, swansea bobs his head in support, jimmy fakes a whoop, and you—genuinely—hype him up with a holler.

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grant purses his lip as he presses the buttons on the remote while daisuke guides him through the songs on the screen.

jimmy leaves his spot, his boot denting a scuff mark on the wallpaper. your nose flares, watching him carelessly toss the can into the bin as he makes his way to sandwich you between him and swansea, purposefully maximizing the width of how far he can stretch his legs.

you ignore him, opting to watch someone much cuter. grant turns to you, awkwardly smiling as you return a thumbs-up. he focuses back on daisuke, who's now raving over a song he definitely thinks grant should sing.

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"you know he's shit, right?" your brows contort into a furrow, still not looking at the man. "the fuck you mean?" you never had much patience for jimmy, of all people, so your courtesies never fail to fall short with him. "you know who i mean—him." jimmy gestures to grant, pointer finger flicking at the blond. "no shit, sherlock. i'm saying, what are you specifically referring to?" "obviously, his voice, sherlock." he drawls the two syllables, the stench of yeast and malt oozing out of his mouth and into your unfortunate nose. "he'll make your ears bleed, trust me." finally, you face him and stare at jimmy's smugness with an incredulous squint. seriously, how the fuck does grant put up with him? you couldn't even stand the guy's presence, let alone his incessant insults on grant himself. "do you do anything but complain?" you sneer. "nope." jimmy curtly replies, mouthing a pop after the 'p' as he claws a hand over the chips bowl, stuffing his face with grease. at this point, you weren't sure if you should stay annoyed or be slightly impressed with his sheer ability to find the worst in everything. "some fucking friend..." you say to yourself, already past the point of defeat. with his mouth still full of food, jimmy responds, "hey, as his friend, i'm actively warning you. i've known this guy long enough to be there for his first choir class." "whatever, we'll see." you huffed, relaxing on the couch, sitting much closer to swansea than the other. "it's not like you've got much credibility, anyway." you think back to moments ago, whenever it was jimmy's turn to sing his parts, his half-assed attempts barely constitutes as a grumble. jimmy snickers, "who says i'm denying that? just 'cause i don't care doesn't mean i'm wrong."

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you have never been more relieved to hear a soft pop interlude, forcing the conversation to a close.

daisuke flops onto the sofa next to anya and flips open his phone, pressing record as the tv flashes the music video to "shape of my heart." you lean behind swansea and lock eyes with daisuke, who abashedly giggles when you mouth, 'you chose this, didn't you?' to which he nods excitedly.

ah, daisuke, ever the avid backstreet boys fanatic.

your eyes fall back to grant. the man fidgets with his microphone, and his shoe frantically taps to the beat, pursing his lips into a tight smile in hopes it will clench down the shivers rising with the guitar strums. you silently cheer him on when he starts humming, following the yellow highlight filling up the white text reading ♪ yeah, yeah ♪, and—

oh!

...oh

oh, god.

jimmy... wasn't wrong, far from it, actually—as much as it pains you to admit.

the very moment grant hits that ♪ baby ♪, it's all downhill from here. it's as if his pitch took a trip to six flags. his questionably paced breaths mimic a ride with an unnecessary amount of loop-the-loops, and his tone flip-flops between a coarse rasp and an oddly airy twang, like a reverse bungee slingshotting into the air.

grant's eyes squeeze shut, facing away from the crew. either he was incredibly invested or excruciatingly embarrassed, and with how he was really getting into that chorus, nobody could tell. he only ever peeks to look at you, though, clearly awaiting your approval, to whom you always beam, your face mixed in pity and affection.

as much as he sounded like a crow was clawing its way out of his esophagus, you couldn't help but find his attempts to be really wholesome. maybe it's your pre-existing bias, and maybe it's because this feels like he's serenading every line at you, but it's hard not to fall for this vocal failure of a man—even though everyone else's expressions say otherwise.

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"told you so," jimmy taunts in your ear, sickeningly chuckling at grant without hesitation. "woo! curly, you go, dude!" he cheers, voice dipped in mockery. all you do is click your tongue and face the others, choosing to listen in on anya and swansea. "you sure i'm the one that's 'sick'?" swansea jokes, albeit laced with genuine disgust. he leans to you, whispering the same revulsion, "you both need to rethink your careers."

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anya simply grimaces, trying her hardest to make it look like a grin, but her knit brows and frown give way.

daisuke's eyes say everything. they're wide, and his pupils constrict like he's a cartoon. his hand hesitantly grips onto his flip phone, unsure if he should keep the camera going. as his leg rapidly bounces and his teeth bite down on his paint-chipped nails, his gaze slowly turns away from grant's caterwauling and towards the rest of the crew.

moreover, you're just as guilty. although you're not irked by this newfound fact, a wince washes over you the moment you are out of grant's sights.

suddenly, after the first chorus, the song reveals a blue highlight painting the white text. grant falters, his voice shrinking when he sees the two primary colors play different lyrics simultaneously. everyone takes notice, their faces easing from cringe to confusion. then it clicks.

this was a duet.

daisuke palms his face with a slap—that's his bad. you skim the room, and everyone's exchanging glances, implicitly questioning who'll aid their poor captain.

without hesitation, you jump to the rescue. snatching a mic from the coffee table and quickly singing your parts, striding your way towards grant, who immediately picks up where he's left off, still shrill as ever.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

♪ i'M hEre WIDTH myYy...! confEh shion ♪, in a sheer attempt at confidence, grant belts his lyrics. his dimples dig into his smile, sending you the much-needed energy to sing your lines. ♪ got nothing to hide no more ♪. you sway your head in accordance with the melody, ball up your fist, and let your fingers spread far and wide, wiping the air as you and grant's steps magnetize toward each other. ♪ i don't kNOw whe...rE to st-art ♪; warbling his words, grant's gaze softens when you're within arms reach. he lowers his neck, brings the mic close to his lips, and grazes your forearm, wishing he could feel the flush skin of your waist and reel you in. ♪ but to show you... ♪, as both lyrics meld into one, you take his hand into yours. ♪...the shA-pe of mY hEart ♪

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

daisuke bursts into song, singing the first line of the last verse, startling everyone in the process. anya joins in, now standing with daisuke as both pull swansea to his feet. the mechanic begrudgingly croons along to his intern's baritone and his nurse's soprano.

daisuke beckons for jimmy to come with him, but in classic jimmy zare fashion, he remains stagnant. the younger man frowns. though, he quickly reminds himself that there are only five members in BSB, anyway. so daisuke hands jimmy his phone instead, telling the co-pilot to make sure that everyone's in frame.

they've turned this into a concert for a one-man audience, who's hating every second of it.

save for jimmy, currently grousing under his breath, the crew wraps their arms around each other's shoulders and chants their hearts out to the R&B melody.

as the track nears its final moments, you and grant rest your hands on each other's waists, pulling your bodies close as your head leans on his pec. neither of you realizes that you've left the other three, who are all too busy rocking side to side to notice the two of you in a side embrace, minds too carried away to feel jimmy's prickly leer.

[oh my god, i genuinely didn't even intend for this ending, but here we are 🥹! i hope you guys liked this, and if anyone has comments on how i wrote everyone's dialogue and mannerisms, like what worked, or if you have suggestions for any additions, please let me know! i still need to learn more about writing anya, since in canon, it's hard to get a read of her real personality through jimmy's lens. still, so far, i like to think she enjoys teasing people she's comfortable with. as for swansea, i'm trying to lean into his meanness more, but i'm saving most of that for a daisuke fic centered on swansea's pov, so we'll see what i do when i get there! —iris🌠]

[bertieorangy]

Y/N, a writer : can you get internal bleeding, like coughing up blood, from ribs and blunt force trauma to the abdomen

Anya, a doctor : yes

Y/N : excellent

Y/N : thnx yew

Anya : no prob

[puzzledprose]

I really love your writing!

If it isn’t too much, maybe hcs or anything short if Anya uses the strap on gn reader? It can be with no jimmy or with jimmy, any au really…

An idea was for Anya to be rough (A little or too much, up to you!) with reader after reader kept convincing her on and on again that it would be fine

OOoOoOoOo I like this idea

I’ve seen a few people talking this one so I’m happy I finally have an excuse to write about it 🤭

I left the universe up for interpretation so take your pick I guess.

Jimmy is very briefly mentioned, but his actions are left ambiguous

Rough!Anya x Reader

Every time Anya went down on you, she was always so gentle and sweet. She made you feel so special and loved with every sweet kiss and thrust of her hips. Anya was an amazing girlfriend, that’s for sure.

Yet something in you always craved more.

At first your girlfriend was hesitant towards the idea of going rough on you, she’d had some bad experiences with sex before and she would hate to make you feel used or hurt like she had. But after a little reassurance she agreed to your desires.

“Are you sure about this?”

Anya said from above you as she slid her strap between your legs. The feeling of plastic on your clit was already enough to have you whimpering and bucking your hips for more.

“Would I have begged you this hard if I wasn’t?”

You answer with a smile while bringing your arms around Anya’s neck to pull her into a kiss. She kissed you softly, like you’re all that matters to her. When the kiss is over she rests her head into the crook of your neck and pushes in the length of her strap into you a little harder than she meant to, at least for now.

But the moan that ripped it’s way up your throat had her enthralled. In no time she had her strap pushing in and out of you at a fast pace. Anya was delighted by each noise that she pulled out of you as she went. She placed a comforting hand on your cheeks and stroked it lightly with her thumb as she took in the sight of you.

You looked so disheveled under her. Your hair was splayed around you and framed your face as you let out fast and shallow breaths to match Anya’s pace. Your stomach moved up and down rapidly as you felt yourself approaching orgasm.

You let go with Anya’s name on your lips as she fucked you though your high. Every touch she gave you was electric and you swear your eyes couldn’t roll back and further.

By the time you were on your cool-down Anya had already shuffled up next to you, admiring your worn out state. She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before breaking the silence.

“How was that?”

“Wow.”

Hope you liked the fic! I kinda got a little bit carried away with this one, so thanks for the good prompt. If I left any spelling/grammar mistakes please tell me so I can fix it.

[magewisdumb]

To all the Tumblr and Ao3 Anya f/f writers out there i luh you. Thank you for making my 14 hour shifts from hell go by quicker 💚💚💚💚 (and giving me the inspiration to work on my WIPS on my MW tumblr).

[ch3apv0dkka]

Happy (Belated) Valentine's Day - Anya x Reader

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Pairing: Anya x Female Reader (Friends to Lovers) Warnings: None Plot: You surprise your best friend, Anya while she's at work on Valentine's Day, hoping to brighten up her day and make her feel less lonely on the romantic holiday.

Author's Note: I know this is a week late. It was originally supposed to go up on Valentine's Day with the Valentine's Day Headcanons, but I ended up having a panic attack that's been going on for a week now because of some shit that happened. But it finally died down enough for me to finish writing this. I couldn't bring myself to proofread this, so sorry if it's shit. Long story short, the fanfic writer curse is real, stay safe out there, guys.

Anya was just like any other; she hated Valentine’s Day when she had no one special to spend it with. If she had someone to spend it with, then maybe her attitude towards the holiday would’ve been a bit different. You hated seeing your best friend, the girl you loved so dearly, mope around with a frown on her face while she worked. Life had thrown so much at her, and you knew she deserved much better than feeling like this. Even if it was just a holiday, you still felt the need to make things better for her.

It had been a busy day at the hospital, and Anya had been working overtime due to some of the other nurses and doctors calling out for their Valentine’s Day plans. But at last, she was finally able to take her break, which was when you planned to come in and surprise her, hoping you could cheer her up and put a smile on her face. You walked into the break room, holding a gift bag and a bouquet of colorful flowers. You saw Anya sitting at a table, her back facing you.

You ran up behind her, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace, dropping the gifts on the table in front of her. “Surprise! Happy Valentine’s Day, Anya!”

The sudden embrace caught her by surprise. She looked up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Aw (Y/n), you didn’t have to do all this for me,” she said, returning the hug.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I couldn’t stand to see you so upset. Besides, what type of friend would I be if I didn’t try to cheer up my best friend?” You said with a reassuring smile, still hugging her.

"Wow, you really went all out,” she said, looking at all the gifts you brought her. “You’re the best,” she whispered, hugging you tighter.

The sound of her voice and the feeling of her in your arms made your heart flutter, but you tried to brush the feeling aside, not wanting to think of her that way. “I know I am,” you laughed, slowly pulling back from the embrace and taking a seat beside her.

You pushed the bouquet of flowers and gift bag closer to her, signaling for her to look through it. She opened the bag, looking through the assortment of chocolate and her favorite snacks and candies. “You know me so well,” she said, hugging you again.

You held her tight against you, taking the opportunity to hold her and admire how beautiful she looked. “Of course, I know my best friend well,” you said.

She pulled away, her hands resting on your shoulders as she looked into your eyes. There was something about the way she looked at you that always made your heart skip a beat. She could feel the tension, breaking eye contact and looking down to hide her flustered face. You knew Anya’s behavior well and could tell she was flustered, but you weren’t sure if it was from the gifts or the physical contact. Either way, you found it adorable.

“When does your shift end? I don’t have any plans tonight, and I assume you don’t either. I thought maybe we could just have a girls' night where we just hang out and maybe watch a movie.

She always loved spending time with you and doing those things “A girls' night sounds great. I get off in a few hours; is that alright?”

You nodded in response, "Yeah, that’s fine; I have a few errands to run anyway. I’ll pick you up when I’m done so you don’t have to take the bus.”

She seemed a bit hesitant at the thought of you going out of your way to pick her up. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want you to have to go out of your way to pick me up.”

“I’m sure. I’d much rather pick you up; it’s a lot safer than having you take public transit; it can get sketchy at night. Besides, it means I get to spend more time with you,” you said, assuring her that you were more than happy to give her a ride.

“Thank you for everything,” Anya said and glanced over at the clock on the wall. “My break is almost over; I should probably get back to work,” she said, getting up from the table and grabbing her things.

You nodded, understanding she needed to get back to work. “Alright, I’ll see you later. I’ll be here to pick you up when your shift is over.”

“Great, I’ll see you tonight,” she said, giving you one last hug and a small smile before leaving to return to work.”

A few hours had passed, and you had finished your errands and were now back at the hospital, in your car, waiting for Anya’s shift to end. You kept checking the time on your phone, impatiently waiting for her to walk out of the hospital. You couldn’t wait to spend time with her, hoping that you would be able to muster up the courage to confess your feelings to her.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Anya walked out of the hospital, a tired look on her face as she got into the passenger seat of your car. “Sorry if I kept you waiting too long; things were kind of hectic today,” she said.

"No, it’s fine; I didn't mind waiting,” you assured her. “Anyways, do you want to hang out at your place or mine?” You asked.

“Is it okay if we go to your house? My apartment is a mess right now," she asked, hoping you wouldn’t mind. 

“Yeah, that’s fine, but I don’t think my house will be any cleaner,” you laughed. “So, how was work?” you asked as you put the car into drive and began to pull out of the parking lot.

She sighed and leaned her head against the headrest. “It was stressful. We were short-staffed today because it’s a holiday and almost everyone decided their relationship was more important, so I had to do a lot of work,” she said. “I’m exhausted, but your visit earlier and being able to see you made things a lot better.”

You smiled at her words, glad that you could brighten her day, even if it was just a little bit. “I’m glad I could help,” you said, stealing a glance at her while focusing on the road. “Have you eaten anything all day?” You asked.

“I had some vending machine snacks earlier, but that’s about it. I didn’t have time to eat anything else,” she replied.

“That’s it? You need to eat more than that, especially since you’ve been working all day,” you said, concerned. “How about we order some takeout so we have something to eat while we binge movies? Besides, I’m not really in the mood to cook.”

“That sounds great; I’m up for anything as long as I don’t have to cook either,” she said with a small laugh.

After stopping to pick up food, you and Anya headed back to your place. You both settled in the living room, setting the food on the coffee table and making yourselves comfortable on the couch. It was no different than the other times you would hang out.

“Would you like to borrow some pajamas?” You asked, noticing how she was still in her work clothes.

“Yes, please, that would be great. These scrubs aren’t the most comfortable thing to lounge in,” she said, looking down at her outfit. 

You nodded and got up from the couch, heading to your room to find something for her to wear. You picked out a loose T-shirt and pajama pants that would be comfortable for her to wear. You handed her the clothes, and she thanked you before heading to the bathroom to change. A few moments later, she emerged from the bathroom and settled back on the couch. “These are much more comfortable, thank you, (Y/n),” she said.

“You’re welcome. Now, let's eat; I’m starving,” you said, grabbing some food. You grabbed the TV remote and handed it to Anya. Here, you can pick the movie tonight.”

She took the remote, clicking through the different movie titles. After a few minutes, she settled on a comedy she thought would be funny. “How about this one?” She asked, looking at you for approval.  

“Sounds good to me,” you replied, nodding your head in agreement. “I haven’t seen that one yet, but I’ve heard it’s funny.”

Anya finished her food quickly after putting on the movie; you could tell how hungry she must’ve been after her long workday. Despite her having such a stressful day, she seemed much more at ease now. She placed her empty plate back on the coffee table and shifted closer to you. She leaned her head against your shoulder, her body close to yours. “I know I’ve already said it a hundred times, but thanks again for everything, (Y/n). You made this stupid holiday so much better for me.”

You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her closer to you. “You don’t have to thank me, Anya. I’m always going to be here for you; that’s what friends are for after all,” you responded. 

The movie continued to play in the background, but neither of you were paying much attention to it at this point. As she snuggled up against you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you. The feeling of her presence so close made your heart beat a little faster; hugging her felt strangely natural, as if she was meant to be in your arms. You tried to push these thoughts and feelings away, telling yourself she was nothing more than just a friend and to just let it go.

Unbeknownst to you, Anya was dealing with her feelings towards you, and she hid them quite well. She thought back to all the moments that were small and insignificant to you but meant the world to her. She would find any excuse to spend time with you, even if it was something small; the joy she felt from your company was more than enough for her. She knew exactly how she felt about you and had been wanting to tell you about it for years, but the fear of being rejected and possibly losing you kept her silent.

She thought about all the things she loved about you; there wasn’t a single thing she didn’t like about you. Her feelings were becoming too strong for her to try and ignore; it was as if something in her snapped, urging her to tell you everything. She took a noticeable deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say. She knew there would be no going back after this. “Hey, (Y/n), can I talk to you about something?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts by her words. “Yeah, what is it?” You asked, sensing something was weighing heavy on her mind as well. 

She took a moment to collect her thoughts before finally speaking up again. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” she paused, hugging you tighter as if she was seeking comfort and reassurance. “I guess I’m scared…scared of how you’ll react.”

You noticed the hesitation in her voice and the way she was clinging onto you, clearly nervous about what she was about to say. You were secretly hoping it would be a confession; she certainly made it sound like it would be, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. “Well, you’ve already come this far; you might as well tell me.”

“Gosh, I don’t even know where to start,” she said, letting out a nervous, shaky laugh, knowing there was no going back now. “I… I really like you; I have for years, but I’ve been so scared to tell you because I don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t know if you even like girls. I know I should have told you sooner, but I just didn’t know how, and I’m sorry,” she said, starting to ramble on, feeling the need to explain herself to you, worried you wouldn’t understand or be upset.

You were surprised to say the least, even if it was what you had been hoping for. She had liked you for years, and you were too caught up with your own feelings towards her to even realize she had been reciprocating them the whole time. You couldn’t help the mix of emotions you felt after hearing her words, your heart pounding in your chest. “Anya… I… I don’t even know what to say.”

She pulled away and looked at you, her face showing a mix of nervousness and anticipation. “Please, you gotta say something; I just dropped a bombshell and you’re sitting here in silence,” she said, her voice quivering as she was starting to regret what she had said. 

You quickly realized she was starting to panic, and you needed to say something to calm her down. “Sorry, you just caught me completely off guard, Anya,” you replied, your heart still racing.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” She asked, her anxiety increasing, worried you were about to reject her right then and there.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you reassured her. “I just wasn’t really expecting you to feel the same way about me,” you laughed nervously. 

Her eyes widened, shocked by your words. “Wait, you feel the same way?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Years of burying her feelings, the constant fear that you would never reciprocate her feelings, and here you were, telling her you felt the same way.

You nodded, your nerves starting to calm down a bit. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I really like you, Anya. I guess I was also worried about how you would react,” you said.

“I guess we were both scared,” she said, shaking her head, almost finding it amusing. “Wow, I feel like an idiot,” she laughed, the tension between you starting to dissolve.

“You’re not an idiot; I think we were both too caught up in our own emotions to realize how the other felt,” you said, smiling as you saw the relief wash over her face.

“I suppose you’re right,” she said, leaning her head back against your shoulder. The two of you sat quietly for a moment before she spoke up again. “So what does this mean for us now? Are we, like, dating?” She asked, unsure of what the next step of your relationship would be. 

You thought carefully before answering. “Well, if we both like each other, I don’t see why we can’t give it a shot,” you replied. “But are you sure you want to be with me? I’m worried I’ll disappoint you.”

“I’m absolutely sure, dummy,” she said, lightly hitting your arm, a playful look on her face. “You could never disappoint me; that would be impossible,” she assured you.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the weight lifted off your shoulders now that everything was out in the open. You no longer had to worry about the terrible ‘what if’ scenarios or hiding your true feelings anymore. “I guess we're dating now,” you said, still trying your best to process everything. 

Anya looked up at you, a small smile on her face. “Does this mean I can have a kiss now?” She asked.

You laughed at her boldness; it was out of the ordinary to see her ask something like that with so much confidence. “Of course you can,” you replied.

She moved closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours as her hand gently cupped your face. She leaned forward, her lips mere inches away from yours. Her gaze softened as she closed the small distance, her lips pressing against yours and moving gently. The world around you seemed to disappear; the only thing that mattered to you in that moment was the feeling of her lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her ever closer as you deepened the kiss. 

You could feel all the years of pent-up feelings behind each movement, breathless sigh, and soft gasp. Your fingers gently tangled in her soft hair, and she responded by slowly trailing her hands across your back. As the kiss came to an end, you both pulled away slightly, your foreheads resting against one another as you tried to catch your breath.

“That was even better than I imagined it would be,” she finally managed to say, her voice coming out a little breathless. “I haven’t felt this love in forever.”

“I could say the same thing,” you replied, your heart continuing to race as the feeling of her lips still lingered on yours. You still couldn’t believe what had just happened; it felt so surreal. The looks of happiness on her face melted your heart, but you quickly realized how tired she looked. You laid back on the couch and held her so she was now lying on top of you. “You look exhausted, Anya.”

She let out a soft sigh, laying her head against your chest. “I am,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But I don’t want to ruin this moment by falling asleep,” she mumbled, her eyes already starting to close. 

You laughed softly, running your fingers through her hair again. “It’s okay, you can sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up,” you reassured her, smiling at the way she cuddled up to you, seeking your warmth and comfort. 

She let out a hum of approval, her body relaxing more as she felt your hand in her hair. “Promise you won’t leave?” She asked with a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I promise.”

[deathbyday]

˚.⋆Anya x implied F!Reader - graduate⋆.˚

Written by: DeathByDay

AU where Anya graduates and Curly uses a powerchair.

•••••

You stood off in the stands like everyone else, looking over the railing and searching for the dark haired woman. You groaned loudly, not caring for anyone giving you glares. “Where is she?” You softly whined like a little kid, wanting to see your girlfriend in her beautiful robe.

Daisuke searched for her as well, leaning over the railing with you. He gasped before pointing downwards to the left, chuckling as he spoke. “There she is!” Your head turned to where he was pointing. After a few seconds, your frustrated face twisted into a pleased one.

“Anya, over here, baby!” You shouted, waving your arm in hopes to get her attention. Luckily, she turned her head to the side, giggling as she saw you, Swansea, Daisuke, and Curly in the crowd of parents and friends.

She waved back, a rose colored blush running across her cheeks before turning her attention back over to the stage. Swansea patted you on the back, a small smirk on his face as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Kid, you gotta calm down. We’re getting looks over here.” He muttered, motioning towards the family of four a few feet away from you. You rolled your eyes but obeyed, glancing towards the stage as someone stepped up to the mic.

It felt like hours before one by one, the graduates started getting up from their seat to take their diploma on the stage. You perked up, seeing other students start standing up in Anya’s row. You leaned over to the left, mumbling to the older man beside you.

“She’s about to be called up, right?” You questioned, getting a bit nervous. You felt like a parent for thinking this, but it felt as if it were just yesterday she was crying in your arms each time she failed getting into medical school.

Now, she’s graduating right in front of you. Four years do really pass by fast.

Swansea gently nodded his head, confirming your thoughts. You nervously grin, ready for her name to be called by the speaker with the microphone.

You impatiently fidget with your fingers, preparing yourself to run to your girlfriend following the graduation ceremony. After a few minutes, you heard what you’ve been waiting to hear all day, “Anya Musume!”

The microphone blares, causing you to shout and clap as the black haired woman stood up from her seat, walking towards the stage with a proud grin plastered on her face. As she spoke into the mic, you couldn’t stay still.

You continued to play with your hands, feeling the palms of them get sweaty from being close together. You felt your heartbeat rise in excitement, ready for this to be over so you can feel her warmth as her arms wrap around you.

———

Finally, the person beside the microphone walked away. You instantly ran off as Swansea shouted at you to slow down. But you don’t. You can’t. You rush through the crowd of families, gently pushing them away as some get too close.

You approach the elevators, softly groaning while people shove themselves inside them. As you did so, the three men you were with finally caught up to you. “Y/N, you can’t just do that! What if you got lost?” Swansea scolded, causing you to grumble.

You crossed your arms over your chest, forcing an apology to out of your throat. He only sighed before shaking his head. Suddenly, you lit up. You turned towards Daisuke, knowing the older man wouldn’t like the plan you were about to say aloud.

“What if we use Curly as an excuse to get past all of these people?” You murmur, leaning over to the brunette’s ear. He almost bursted into a fit of giggles before nodding, agreeing to your plan.

You glanced down at Curly, seeing his bright blue eye follow your movements as you leaned over. “Curls, c’mon, we got a plan.” You whispered, a dorky grin covering your mouth. You and Daisuke led him to the front of the line, the older man glaring at the back of your head.

Daisuke tapped a young lady on her shoulder, causing her to turn around to be met with two idiots and a man in a power chair. Your smile weakened before speaking. “Miss, can we cut in front of you? We really need to get going.” You motion to Curly, causing him to start his act.

He honestly played his part well, glancing off to the side. He shifted slightly, nervousness showing across his features. The woman was about to politely decline, but Daisuke stepped up.

“Please, ma’am. Can’t you see our dad is getting overwhelmed?” He somberly muttered, not backing down without a fight. Luckily, he didn’t need to. The woman hesitated before nodding, shuffling around so you three could fit.

Swansea watched this thing go down in disbelief. Although, he was a bit proud, he would never admit it. You mumbled a soft, “thank you” before pushing past her, letting the bandaged man in first.

Once you were all inside the elevator, you pressed the button over ten times to go to the lobby, impatient to see a specific graduate.

After a couple seconds, the door finally opened, revealing all the families with their students. You became nervous staring at them, seeing many people waiting for their loved ones. But what did you expect?

It didn’t bother you much to stand next to them, but trying to find someone in a crowd did. You swallowed a ball of anxiousness, trying to calm yourself down. You kept close to your group, avoiding eye contact with any stranger you pushed past.

“Is that her?” Swansea muttered, pointing towards a woman who looked like Anya from behind. You stared at her for a moment, wondering the same thing. Suddenly, Daisuke shouted her name, causing the girl to turn around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you four.

“It is.” You grinned, ignoring your nervousness and dodging the people who shoved you around. You heard Swansea call out your name again, but you ignored him and continued your way towards your girlfriend.

“Anya!” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, shoving your face into the crook of her neck. She giggled, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a tighter hug.

“Hey, sweetheart.” She mumbled, kissing the top of your head. She lifted her head to see the rest of the group stepping towards them, a smile on each of their faces.

“Hey, guys!” She chuckled, giving them a smile before letting one hand loose from your hug to wave. In an instant, Daisuke embraced her, the hug becoming a group one.

She let out a lighthearted laugh, setting her free arm on his back. Swansea chuckled, motioning to let Curly join the three of you. The short haired male dug into his pockets before pulling out his digital camera. You stifled a laugh, seeing him point it towards you guys.

Anya stood in the middle, her arms wrapped around your and Daisuke’s upper back. Curly sat in front of you and Anya, your free hand resting on his shoulder. “Stay still!” Swansea grumbled before taking the picture.

“It’s, ‘say cheese’! You can’t just say ‘stay still’, Swansea.” Daisuke chuckled, shaking his head. “I can say what I want.” He muttered, closing his camera and shoving it back into his pocket.

You and Anya softly laugh, finding Swansea’s comeback entertaining. Letting Curly’s shoulder go, you glanced at the woman in your grasp, admiring her. You couldn’t help but think one thing; ‘how’d you get so lucky?’

•••••

authors note

i adored this AU, especially with no jimmy in it

but of course the events still happened, but without death. (besides jimmy.)

!not proofread, but skimmed over!

i hope you all like this! i enjoyed writing this a lot. bye for now<3

[ouchthathurts]

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted on AO3 | Vomit Mentioned | Anya being Anya

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ APOLOGIES AGAIN! I DROPPED FROM A 95 TO A 25 IN TWO OF MY CLASSES. SO SORRY THIS IS VERY LATE AGAIN! WINTER BREAK TIL EARLY FEBRUARY SO ILL BE UPDATING AT LEAST ONCE OR TWICE A WEEK!

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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[th3cadav3r]

I loved your nsfw mouthwashing headcanons, especially Anya's. If it's not a problem can you do more of the tickle hc of her, pretty please 🙏

Her Laugh

Anya X GN Reader

content: established relationship, cuddling, tickling, very vague smut

author’s note: sorry that this is a little short, I’ve had a really busy week. Hope you like it though and thanks for your support!

SFW

You discovered this little quirk of hers completely on accident

You were cuddling with her one day and you happened to have your hand on her stomach

When you slid your hand across it, you felt her body jump a bit and she retracted from your touch

“Sorry! Did I hurt you?”

You thought you might’ve accidentally harmed her or made her uncomfortable

She smiles. “No…I’m just…very ticklish” she admits quietly

That was a surprise for you. You dawn a mischievous grin

“Is that so?” You said before repeating the motion, making her writhe like she did before

“Hey! Stop that!” she said in between giggling. But there was no real power behind her words

You continued tickling her stomach and ribs as she laughed uncontrollably. She didn’t really make much of an effort to counter your attack, though she could’ve easily overpowered you if she really wanted you to stop

You gave her mercy, halting your motions and just resting your hand on her stomach

She calmed down a bit, her laughter dwindling down to a weak chuckle. Tears had formed in her eyes and her face was red from laughing so hard

She’s such a cutie. You wanted to make her laugh like this all the time

And so the tickle war ensued

NSFW

One afternoon you both finished your tasks and had some freetime

This, of course, meant intimate time in your room

It was usually her hands and lips that ran all over your body, but this time you wanted to do things the other way around

It only took a few kisses on her neck for her to be giggling again

“I didn’t know you were ticklish here, too”

“Me neither”

Your lips trailed further down onto her chest and then to her stomach

She was trying so hard to stifle her laughter but once you got to her tummy she couldn’t hold it in anymore

She giggles and her body quakes at your touch, unable to contain herself even in this serious intimate moment

You couldn’t help but laugh too

Even her back was ticklish

You discovered this while tracing your hand down it, causing her to wiggle around a bit

Oddly enough you tickling her made the pleasurable sensations of sex feel even better

You tickled the insides of her thighs while you went down on her. Much to your surprise, she came only a few seconds later

You’ll definitely be using this to your advantage in the future

[2ndkaiser]

— ♱⃓ MASTERLIST !!

— “in the back of my mind, it’s always there”

Captain Grant Curly

relationship headcanons with precrash curly

post-crash curly x GN!reader oneshot

Co-pilot Jimmy Zare

nothing yet

Nurse Anya Musume

nothing yet

Intern Daisuke Juarez

nothing yet

Mechanic Swansea Harold

nothing yet

The Tulpar crew

crew headcanons

how the crew celebrates christmas

♱⃓ before requesting follow the rules. any requests that contain anything I will not write for will be ignored.

[bertieorangy]

Anya : when I die, I want you to go to my funeral— I want you go up the podium and I want you to go—

Anya, fakes sniffled : she ate 😔💅

Y/N : I’d be like— *fakes sniffled* honestly 😞 werk 😭💅

Anya : she’s giving ☹️💅

Anya : she gave 😔💅

Y/N : it gave 💅

Y/N : she’s giving dead but she’ll always serve 😔💅