#jimmy deserved better

[nancylou444]

"Cas would have the knowledge that Dean thinks he has the prettiest eyes in the world" They mean JIMMY'S eyes? I mean, that isn't Cas' body or his face. Those belong to the man he possessed through manipulation (aka: by possessing his daughter).

(re)

Exactly, my darling.

When Celeste Charlie called him "dreamy", she was really referring to JIMMY's looks.

Who knows what Cass' actual eyes look like.

[im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons]

Day 2: First Kiss

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Rating: T

Pairing: Boyd x Jimmy

Boyd spends five seconds debating on whether or not to send the message.

He heard Jimmy over the phone, the subtle quaking in his voice, the hesitation. It took him a moment to put the pieces together, and it takes him just a little longer to decide whether he wants to handle this for himself – but ultimately he deems the risk too big.

Jimmy doesn’t get scared. Not easily. If something’s there putting that fear in his voice, it’s something Boyd’s likely not going to be able to handle himself. So he texts Raylan an SOS, and hopes the man doesn’t leave him hanging.

Ten minutes later, he walks into the bar and hears Jimmy groan, muffled and weak, the kind of sound a man only makes when the pain is real. So he’s not surprised when he turns the corner into his office and sees Jimmy duct-taped to a chair. Upset – distressingly so – but not surprised. 

(The third man with a gun, the one who comes up behind him – that’s a surprise).

Boyd tries to stall. He tries to reassure Jimmy with nothing but a nod and a bit of eye contact. He’s afraid he fails at both. Jimmy still looks a step from terrified when Alberto says he was with a gravitas Boyd doesn’t like at all. And Boyd desperately scours his mind for another solution, another play he can make.

But it doesn’t do much good. Manolo raises the gun, and–

Well, a lot of things happen at once.

Tim bursts through the back door, gun raised, at the same time Raylan comes through the door just behind Boyd. Raylan’s the one who shouts, “U.S. marshals! Drop your weapons!” – words Boyd’s never been so damn grateful to hear in his whole life – but Tim’s the one who fires when the guns pointed at him twitch upwards instead of towards the ground.

Three shots, so fast they almost sound like a single one. Three bodies hit the ground, two with neat little holes between their eyes, one with blood spilling out between the fingers he has clutched to his chest. It pleases Boyd more than it should to see that Manolo is one of the ones lying motionless on the floor.

“Well,” Raylan says dryly. Boyd hears him holster his gun. “Thanks for leaving me something to do.”

Tim mutters something along the lines of, “Some of us don’t get paid to stand there and look pretty, Raylan,” before his eyes shift to Boyd, and then flick pointedly to Jimmy. “Go on,” he says, and Boyd doesn’t need to be told twice.

He’s in front of Jimmy in a moment, his own throat aching at the sight of the tears on the boy’s face. “Easy, son, easy now,” Boyd murmurs, something in his chest twisting with every desperate, shaky breath Jimmy takes. “I’ve got you. Here we go, now this is gonna sting."

He's quick with the tape that's covering Jimmy's mouth, ripping it off in one clean motion. But Jimmy doesn't whimper in pain or cry out - no, the first thing out of his mouth is a desperate, ragged, "I'm sorry, Boyd."

Boyd knows what it’s for without asking. Sorry for being the one to lure Boyd back to the bar. Sorry for getting himself captured. Sorry for putting Boyd in the position to ask Raylan for help. Sorry for a whole mess of things Jimmy doesn’t have any business being sorry for.

“Hey, now.” Boyd reaches up, taking Jimmy’s face in his hands. He’s careful around where the boy is still bleeding sluggishly, gentle when his thumbs smooth over Jimmy’s cheeks. “Just breathe for me, nice and slow. You hurt worse’n I can see?”

Jimmy shakes his head, careful not to dislodge Boyd’s hands, and somehow that makes the ache in Boyd’s chest worse. He ignores it, swallows it down best he can, so he can deal with it later. After Jimmy. Because right now, and for the short foreseeable future, Jimmy is his priority.

Boyd sinks down to his knees, and he drops his hands away from Jimmy’s cheeks only to fumble with the knife on his own belt. When he flicks it open, Jimmy flinches – it’s a little thing, but Boyd’s too wired not to notice. “Just going to cut you loose, son,” he says, pitching his voice so he hopes it’s warm and comforting. “Need you to hold still, all right?”

Jimmy nods jerkily, and Boyd sets to work. He does his best to be quick, while being careful not to add to the bloodstains drying on Jimmy’s shirt. It’s not easy. They wrapped him good and tight, and Boyd didn’t need to be told – he knows Jimmy fought against it all tooth and nail, knows every inch of that tape was needed to keep him in that chair. He’s proud, almost as much as he’s furious it happened at all.

As soon as he gets the tape pulled away, Jimmy reaches out and tangles his fingers in the front of Boyd’s shirt, all but clinging to him. He looks a little surprised by the gesture, like his hands moved without his own volition – and, after a moment, he looks like he’s going to try to make himself pull back, deny himself something he so obviously needs.

Boyd doesn’t hesitate. He reaches out, cups the back of Jimmy’s neck and drags him forward, letting him all but collapse into Boyd’s own chest. The gut-wrenching sob that escapes from Jimmy’s mouth makes Boyd hold him a little closer, a little tighter, and he feels the way Jimmy’s breath hitches, the way he immediately tucks his nose into the crook of Boyd’s neck, seeking out comfort there. “I’m sorry,” Jimmy says again, his voice wet and muffled this time, and Boyd can’t help but slide his fingers up into the boy’s short hair, stroking gently, reassuringly.

“Hush, now,” he says, and before Jimmy can take that the wrong way, he adds, “You got nothing to be sorry for, you understand? I can see how hard you fought. Couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Jimmy pulls back a little, and there are tears in his eyes and on his face, and he looks… wrecked. There’s no other word for it. He looks like he got worked over and came out worse for wear, like the grip he’s got on Boyd’s shirt is the only thing keeping him tethered to the here and now.

It only seems natural to kiss him.

Jimmy makes a keening, muffled noise against his mouth, and Boyd feels the way the boy’s grip on his shirt goes white-knuckled and desperate. Almost like he’s more afraid that Boyd will pull away now. Now. It’s easy to reach up, to cup Jimmy’s jaw with one hand, to stroke his thumb reassuringly over his cheek. Easy to keep the kiss soft, sweet, even when Jimmy shudders against him in a way that makes Boyd want to grip and cling a little himself.

When he pulls back, he makes sure not to go far, shifting to lean his forehead against Jimmy’s. It’s gratifying to feel the shaking of the boy’s body subside, slowly, to hear his breaths begin to even out. 

“The kid okay?” Raylan asks, and there’s real concern in his voice. Boyd nods, trying not to think about how close they got to that not being the case. If Raylan and Tim had been just a minute later…

Raylan’s hand lands on his shoulder, squeezes just hard enough to be reassuring. After a beat, he asks, “Are you okay?” and Boyd’s known him long enough to hear all the things he isn’t asking. All the things he won’t ask, not with other people in the room.

“We’ll be fine,” Boyd says, and when Raylan’s hand squeezes again, Boyd even lets himself believe the words. Just a little.

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[diviedrawn]

“Why do you think Pony Express put a lock on the medical door but not in the sleeping quarters?”

[cherry-pop-elf]

Kiss It Better

Curly (mouthwashing) x reader

AN: No one asked for this but CURLY DESERVED BETTER-!

Sum: You were taking care of Curly, your partner, when you just had to ask him a question that was burning you as much alive as the cockpit burned him. Did he actually crash the ship?

Warnings: 18+, gore, medical situations, Jimmy, violence, just mouthwashing in general, ablism, lots of medical stuff (from someone that knows way to much about medical shit because of being in and out of the hospital all her life)

“Morning honey.” You would force yourself to smile. You had to. You had to for him. To give him hope like he always gave you. To be a little bit of real sunshine through the day. Just wanted to take care of him. Give Anya some kind of break.

A wheeze was your greeting.

Wasn’t like it was his fault. He couldn’t really speak right now. You wondered if he would ever speak again. You would miss his voice but it’s worth it for him to live. He will live, you knew he would. You would make sure of it.

“Let’s have a look at you.” You would grab the clipboard that Anya left for you and took a look over. The small little list to help you understand how to care for his issues. When to wash him, what time his medications were, whatever routine was needed for that day. Was your Bible so to speak. You followed it to the last ink splotch.

“Your bandages don’t look to need to be changed yet, your IV bag needs to be changed, I’ll check your catheter, and yada yada yada. Wanna try and swallow today? Maybe if you can swallow some water I can grind up the pain pills into powder for you. Wanna try?”

He gave two distinct blinks for yes.

“Wonderful. Let me do this routine, so you can mentally prepare.” You would explain, as you went to slip on the latex gloves. Didn’t want to risk transferring some kind of infection. He’s already fighting for his life as it is. No need to make it harder.

You would first change out his IV bag, since he needed to stay as hydrated and fed nutrients as possible, before working on the awkward catheter. Luckily Anya made it very easy to use. She had opted for a condom catheter since she didn’t want to put himself at anymore risk to infections, and pain, as possible. Seemed the trauma made it rather impossible to control his bowls anyway so it worked out. All you had to do was drain the bag, wash it, and reattach it to the side of the table. Wasn’t like he was going to be moving around much anyway.

“So Daisuke was showing me his gameboy. Teaching me about how the lore works and all that. I really had no idea what he was talking about, but it’s better than Swansea snoring.” You laughed, and did your best to keep yourself peppy. To help Curly feel somewhat involved with society. To not just be trapped in the med bay alone. Daisuke and Swansea would visit, and Anya did what she could medically, but sometimes you just need someone to talk to.

“Think it’s a rouge like game. That’s nice. Helps keep you entertained with wanting to break through more and more dungeons in one session.” You rambled, before reattaching the bag. Had you sigh in relief to see you didn’t mess up the chord. Some urine had already started to fill the bag. Must have been triggered by the new IV. Good good. Everything was correct.

“You ready?” You asked, as this was always the hardest part. Getting medication in him. Anya would do her best but you couldn’t blame her for struggling. It’s such a mental tax to try and take care of someone but it results in more pain. You were willing to take that burden. You were his partner after all. You felt it’s only fair you take care of him. Gave Anya some breathing room to actually care for herself. She deserved to take care of herself to.

With two clear blinks you would get to work.

You would slip your hand under his back, and forced him to sit up. He groaned in pain, and tried his best to keep his head upright, as you two tried to work together. To survive this. To try and fight through.

“You are doing so well.” You reassured, as your brought the water bottle up to his open mouth. He was able to let his head hang back, and did what he could to open his throat. Was awkward, but he managed to do it. He took a proper swallow of water. You could hardly hide your excitement.

“You did it! Oh my god you did it!” You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. It hurt, of course, but he very much felt it was worth it. He had his own pride in being able to do some kind of basic human function again.

You would lay him back down, and was quick to grind up medication to put in the water bottle. You couldn’t wait to tell Anya his progress. You were positive the rest of the crew would be happy to hear the progress.

Well…..Most of the crew.

You used your anger towards Jimmy to help you grind the pain killers into powder. Oh how you hated him. You knew deep down he was responsible for the crash. You knew he was. You weren’t sure why he would be, but you just knew that Curly would never. If he had to, for whatever reason, he would have come on to the intercom to inform everyone to prepare for a crash. He would have done something. Anything.

What purpose would there be in crashing the ship?

Jimmy was his copilot. He would be the only other person to have access to the cockpit. He had to have been involved somehow. There had to have been something going on. You just knew it.

You just wish you had proof.

You sighed, as you would shake up the powder in the bottle. Made sure it was fully dissolved to avoid any issues with it going down his throat.

You just couldn’t understand.

Why would Jimmy crash the ship?

You would return back to curly, and do the same routine again. Slow, and small, drips into his throat. Would take a while, and would make your arm beg for death, but this would make life easier for Curly. That’s all that mattered. A arm cramp is worth it to help Curly survive.

“Curly…..Since you are more lucid now I….I just gotta ask something.”

The way his eye darted towards you said he knew what you were going to ask. Knew that it’ll be asked. He knew, and he couldn’t help but try and look towards the door. As if afraid someone would walk in.

That had you very concerned.

“…..Jimmy crashed the ship, didn’t he?” You whispered. Tried to be as hush as possible, in case someone did overhear. Was just the slow drips of the water into his dry mouth, and you.

One blink.

Two blinks.

“I fucking knew it.” You gritted your teeth, as you felt stupid to ever even have the slightest doubt that any possible reality there would be that Curly would do such a thing.

“I wish I could ask you why. Do…Do you know why?” You had to ask. You just needed to know. Know if Jimmy was as dangerous as you thought.

One blink.

T-

“How’s the captain doing?”

You would turn your head sharply, and saw Jimmy. Just standing there. God you were terrified how long he had been there. Did he hear what you asked? Didn’t seem so. Jimmy was a very aggressive person. He snapped at the slightest tone shift. If he heard you ask a question like that you wouldn’t be talking now.

“He’s….Alive.” You were caught rather off guard. You didn’t know what to say. You were scared of him. You had to be brave, though. You had a better chance at defending yourself. Curly couldn’t.

You would hear his heavy foot steps come closer, and out right feel his body heat against yours. Just looking over your shoulder. Was like this burning shadow over you. Made you feel like you’ll be squashed like a bug.

“Has he been able to talk yet?”

That’s a weird question to ask. Why not ask how he’s feeling, what progress he’s made, how his vitals are. Why is him talking on the front of his mind?

Because Curly knew something he shouldn’t.

“No. I think he’s lost his voice for good. I don’t think he’s ever going to speak again.” You lied, as you finished the test of the bottle. Returned your partner back on the table, and spun around. Nose to chest to the man. Had you terrified, but you must be brave. For Curly.

“Damn. Rough for him. No more barking orders, huh?” Jimmy tried to joke, but you could only give an awkward laugh at. Mostly to keep from pissing him off.

If he’s willing to crash a ship what else is he willing to do?

“Did you need something?” You managed to force out, as you grabbed the clipboard. Just trying to find an excuse to not look directly at Jimmy. To have a motive as to why you would stay in the med bay longer than most. Just anything to get Jimmy to leave you two alone.

“Hey, I give a shit to about him. Is it criminal to care about my friend?” He snapped at you, and it made you grab your clipboard tighter. You swore he seemed to smirk at seeing you so startled. Like he got off to the idea that he got the captains sweetheart scared.

That he’s the new boss.

“Never said that. You are the co pilot and new captain. You-“ “Pilot now. As if he’s ever going to steer a ship again. Not even a wheelchair with those stumps.” He snorted, as you wanted to smack him across the face.

“Yes….As the new Pilot and Captain I would figure you would be swamped in work. Like finding a way for us to contact help. Kinda the biggest priority after Curly. Anya and I are busy with him. You, Daisuke, and Swansea can handle the rest.”

You noticed how he seemed to roll his eyes about Anya. As if he couldn’t care less about the woman. Made you curious on what kind of beef he would have with her. She’s Anya! Who hated her?

“Yeah. Guess you are right there.” He muttered, as if it was never on his mind. Never an option that they could escape. Oh how you were getting chills.

“Keep on trucken then. Take care of our Captain Cripple. His ass needs all the help his stumpy limbs can get.” He would give him a once over, before looking at you. You made sure to keep your eyes to the clipboard instead. All you did was nod in acknowledgment, before he left.

“What are we going to do, Curly?” You sighed, as you would just lay next to him in defeat. What can you do? You had no idea. Curly was always such a good captain. Made you regret never paying more attention to how he worked the cock pit. Maybe if you did you could be more useful.

As you were full of worry and regret, Curly would weakly try and turn his head. Naked teeth were against his cheek. A attempt to kiss your cheek the best he could.

You smiled at the gesture, and made sure to be careful with snuggling your face into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, and you got me. We can do this. I know it.” You reassured you both, as you closed your eyes. There to wait until his pain medication kicked in, so he could sleep.

As you relaxed, you couldn’t help but swear something was strange about his breathing.

It was like….He was saying words.

You would focus as hard as you could on your ears, as he would drift in and out of his buzzed state. Fighting to stay awake, but sleep coming for him.

“A….a…n…ya…..Kn….ows……”

Part 2

[narxcisse]

★ — Jimmy NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Jimmy x GN!Reader.

CW: Jimmy himself is a warning, suggestive, sexual content.

Art cr: I can't find the artist, if anyone knows who is please tell me!

English isn't my native language.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jimmy isn’t the most tender when it comes to aftercare. If you’re lucky, he might toss you a water bottle or wipe you down with a half-clean towel, but don’t expect heartfelt cuddles. He sees aftercare as something “unnecessary,” though deep down, he might feel a flicker of guilt for neglecting it.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself is his hands—dexterous, strong, and capable of control. On you, he’s a sucker for the curve of your neck and collarbone, especially when marked by him. He loves leaving visible evidence of his ownership.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s not shy about being messy. Whether it’s marking your body or letting it get wherever it lands, he enjoys the possessiveness of it. He likes to cum inside you or on your face, cleaning up isn’t exactly a priority for him.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jimmy secretly gets off on the idea of control—tying someone up, blindfolding them, or even having them beg for him. He’d never outright admit it, but the power dynamics drive him wild.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced but in a raw, instinctual way. Jimmy knows what he’s doing, but it’s more about his confidence and charisma than any technical skill. He’s not one to focus on your pleasure unless it feeds his ego.

F = Favorite Position

He loves having you on your knees for him—whether it’s to assert dominance or because he enjoys the sight of you looking up at him. If it’s something more intimate, he’ll go for a position that allows him to see your face and reactions like missionary or cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jimmy isn’t goofy at all during sex. He takes it seriously, often brooding or intense. He might throw in the occasional cocky smirk or biting comment, but humor? Never.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself reasonably groomed, though not obsessively. He doesn’t pay much attention unless he knows he’s going to get lucky.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

While he can fake intimacy well, genuine moments of tenderness are rare. If he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, he might let his walls down briefly, but it’s fleeting and layered with his usual bravado.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Jimmy has no shame in masturbating and probably does it semi-regularly, often fueled by frustration or boredom. His thoughts often drift to darker fantasies, involving control or revenge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Control and power dynamics are his primary kinks. He’s into light bondage, marking, and maybe even a bit of pain (giving, not receiving). He also has a possessive streak, enjoying the idea of “claiming” you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere risky. He thrives on the thrill of almost getting caught—an alley, a car, or even a public restroom. The more dangerous, the better.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s turned on by defiance. If you challenge him, push back, or act like you’re not impressed by him, he’ll be all over you. Alternatively, vulnerability can also flip a switch in him—it makes him feel powerful.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that makes him feel out of control or vulnerable is a hard no. He’s also not one for overly sweet or “vanilla” acts; anything too soft makes him feel exposed.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys receiving far more than giving and expects you to put effort into pleasing him. When it comes to giving, he’s skilled but impatient—he sees it as a means to an end rather than something to savor.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, unless he’s deliberately drawing things out to tease you. He thrives on urgency and intensity, rarely slowing down unless he’s in a rare, softer mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, especially in risky locations. They’re convenient, exciting, and require no emotional investment, which suits him perfectly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jimmy is all about risk, whether it’s location, trying something new, or pushing boundaries. He thrives on the adrenaline that comes with pushing limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s got decent stamina but isn’t focused on marathon sessions. He’s more about intensity than longevity, though he can go a couple of rounds if the mood strikes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have toys but wouldn’t mind using them on you—especially if they emphasize his control over the situation. He wouldn’t use them on himself, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jimmy is a relentless tease. He enjoys withholding just to watch you squirm, drawing things out until you’re begging him to stop playing and just take you already.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not overly loud but makes deep, guttural sounds that are low and rough. He’ll throw in the occasional sarcastic comment or sharp laugh, just to get a reaction.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jimmy secretly enjoys the idea of marking you in ways that last—hickeys, scratches, or even something permanent, like a tattoo or piercing, to remind you that you’re his.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s lean but strong, with a wiry build that hides surprising strength. He’s confident in his body, knowing how to use it to his advantage. For his size, 8 inches with a slight curve to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is high, but it’s not just about physical desire—it’s tied to his need for control and validation. If he’s feeling frustrated or out of sorts, it skyrockets.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jimmy rarely falls asleep immediately. Instead, he’ll light a cigarette, brood for a while, or even leave. Sleep isn’t something he associates with comfort or safety, so he avoids it.

[8um8le]

Damn this story has so much depth *goes back to drawing curly as a silly chicken nugget for fun*

[blissfulrain12]

Do you ever think about how Jimmy verbally abused Curly in front of the whole crew and no one did a thing to stop him? Do you ever think about how confident Jimmy must have been that no one would help Curly to casually abuse him in front of others?

Do you ever think about how only Curly carries the title of enabler and just as bad as Jimmy for failing to act?

[clearlydusty]

me and my sisters played Mouthwashing for the first time, and even though I got a ton of spoilers from tumblr this game was still an AMAZING experience. Can you guess who my favorite is??

(also just found out that daisuke describes his experience on the tulpar to Anya, not J*mmy, so I put him there for nothing)

[momentomori24]

Me watching mouthwashing: Geez, one girl trapped alone during a life-threatening situation with four men in an isolated place where there are no locks for the sleeping areas and they are planning to get hammered? That sounds nightmarish and they're pretty rude and come off slightly misogynistic on top of that, but they seem to be leaving her alone and haven't done anything too bad to her yet.

Me finishing mouthwashing: Oh.

[miilkphone]

not even side eyeing anymore, it's just a full on head turn glare toward the people sidelining jimmy being a rapist and the SA of anya in favor of ooo toxic yaoiiii

[kankri-vantas-alter]

Tw :gore , blood , horror

Idk what gif i like more honestly but i love this horror game its not. Boring at least. And i love. Story telling like. The one in the game -🕳️ folykl

Honestly this looks. Okay in my opinion but i don't know really. Might hate it later

Art is not mine all credits go to respective artists

[idrawfunkythings]

i don't think anya didn't want to give curly the meds because "she knew jimmy would hurt him and he deserved it". i don't think anya would wish harm like that on him given his state. while he betrayed her trust and let her down, anya is very dedicated to looking after him, and i'm sure she wouldn't want to be in the room or leave him with jimmy if she could help it.

i think she didn't want to give him the meds because she's taking away his autonomy the way hers was taken away. curly doesn't want the meds. they hurt to get down, so he's croaking and trying to yell and moving the whole time and she has to hold him down to even get them in his mouth. she's taking away his ability to tell her to stop. the same way jimmy took that from her. that can't have been easy for her.

she asks jimmy because she knows he will do it despite curly attempting to get away from him. of course she knows this. she's the only one on the ship who TRULY knows this.

this was heavily inspired by an animatic by @/zzzaturation on instagram btw, please go check them out. their art is amazing

[squidling2005]

last night i had a dream about mouthwashing and it started out with the scene where swansea has the axe raised above daisukes head, and swansea says "close your eyes, daisuke." and so he closes his eyes and the axe comes down, and then he opens his eyes and shoots up into a sitting position and finds himself alone in the room, and he's like "...was that a dream...?" and anya appears out of nowhere and sits next to him and is like "you're ok now, daisuke." and daisuke is all freaked out and crying "i was so scared"

and anya hugs him and says "i know, daisuke." and they hold each other for a while, and then daisuke is like "where is everyone else..?" and anya smiles sadly and stands up, holding her hand out, and daisuke takes her hand and follows her out of the room and into the med-bay and he finds swansea crouched in front of something leaning against the wall, and curly is in the bed and jimmy is there too ig.

daisuke looks relieved and says "swansea! you're ok!!" and swansea turns and looks at daisuke and he has this heartbroken look on his face and daisuke is like "..whats.. going on..?" and jimmy isn't reacting to anything they're doing, but when daisuke looks over swanseas shoulder he sees himself, leaned up against the wall with his head caved in from the axe. next to him is anya, her face bloody, and swansea, with bullet holes in his head. and daisuke stares, not quite grasping what he's looking at, and the anya that walked in with him puts her hand on daisukes shoulder comfortingly, and swansea looks away, looking guilty, and daisuke is on the verge of a panic, not understanding, and he's like "n-no, i. i woke up, right? it was just a dream, right??"

and then i woke up. and it was just a dream.

[samijey]

Royal Rumble 2024

[cherry-pop-elf]

Night terrors

Anya x Reader

Can be read as platonic because we all want to take care of her like we wish someone would for us

AN: As a victim of sexual assault I feel it is important to have a realistic fluff story about the aftermath of it. How it affects the person after it’s been done and how the trauma lingers. How it’s so very important for the person to have a support network. YOU will be her support network. Thank you

Also not to get political but god women in the USA are experiencing a massive increase of assaults so call this projection, or call this training for the inevitable

SUM: Despite surviving that Tulpar adventure, despite all the good karma thrown back at you all, there are just too many many scars to truly recover from

Warnings: Past sexual assault, nightmares, PTSD, whump, abortion, paranoia, it’s gonna be a stressful read, there will be fluff don’t worry, paranoia, inspired/based on my own experiences

“STOP-!”

Anya was screaming in her sleep again.

Woke you up pretty quickly, as you were sharing a bed with her. She was rather scared to sleep alone. Afraid that someone will just break in and take advantage of her. That somehow Jimmy, who long since was dead, will break in again.

“Anya-! Anya wake up! It’s me! Anya-!” You would shake her and try to get her to wake up. To get her out of that terrifying cloud of memories. Her poor face was pale and full of sweat, and she was scared awake by you shaking her. For a fleeting moment she thought it was Jimmy.

As she gave another cry, you reached over and turned on the bedside tables lamp.

She saw your face, and finally took a breathe.

You two weren’t on the Tulpar anymore. Jimmy wasn’t going to hurt either of you ever again. Swansea was home with his wife. Daisuke was home with his mother and father. And she was here with you.

She was alive.

“I….Im sorry-“ Anya sniffled, as you just pulled her into your arms. Gentle with combing your fingers through her hair. Just gentle reminders to not be sorry. To not be sorry for being justified with her fear.

“He won’t ever get you again. I promise.” You would remind her, but she would still tremble.

“Can we check the locks again?” She would ask you, and you would nod. Often times this was the case. No matter how many times she would ask you that question you never got annoyed. It’s good to check the locks anyway. Gotta stay safe after all.

You would both climb out of bed, put on your robes, and go walking around the home. One of your hands was left to be held by Anya’s, as the other would be used to check the locks on everything. From the multiple at front door, from each window, to that of the back door. Each one checked, as Anya would hug at you close.

Was a very nice home, you had to admit. After having rescue finally called, and being saved, the media went nuts. Especially on the fact Curly was still alive. Gave Anya the much needed support to show she was very worthy of a position as a proper doctor. That also meant she got herself quite the hefty salary. Also helps that she now had partial royalties to the book she helped write about the adventure on the ship.

“Every lock is secure.” You explained, as she gave still an anxious look.

“Let’s check each room, and closet. Yeah?” That made her quickly nod.

Now you two were roaming the entire house now. Checking under furniture, in closets, all the nine yards. No stone was left un-turned. You would do it a million times for her. She deserved to have some kind of relief from it all.

“There we go. No Jimmy.” You would give her a hug, and she hugged you back. Still shaken, but at least she was breathing more steady.

The two of you would return to the bedroom, where she did her routine. Checking under her pillow for her sheathed knife, the bedside for her baseball bat, the drawer for her gun, and to take an extra pill to help with the anxiety burst she was having. Her routine.

She would try and lay down, only to dart her head towards the bedroom door. Eyes wide with raw and pure fear.

“I swear I heard him at the door. I swear I did. He said my name he said my name-“ She whimpered, as you would get up. You opened the door, looked around the hallway, and returned.

“Don’t worry Anya. I didn’t hear a single thing.” You reassured, as you would lock the bedroom door for her. Along with putting a chair under the door handle. Even went as far as to double check the bedroom windows, and closed the curtains.

“I’m so sorry-“ She would begin again, as her eyes watered. She felt like such a burden. To have all this fear and paranoia. To the point she couldn’t feel safe when left alone. You couldn’t blame her though. The wounds were still so horribly fresh. Not to mention sometimes PTSD can kick in so many years later. You’ll take the morbid comfort in having it kick in now where you all can handle it now and prepare for the future than suddenly out of nowhere in God knows how long.

It is what it is.

She wasn’t the only one traumatized after all, and she shouldn’t need to apologize for justified fear.

You would pull her back into your arms, and you both laid down. You would turn on the white noise machine for her, to help block the paranoid sounds of voices and scratches from the doors, and would just talk with her. Talk until her medication kicked in to help her sleep.

Didn’t matter what it was. It was just noise to keep her mind distracted.

You wondered how the rest of the crew was doing. How they were dealing with it.

They all had family, so maybe they were doing well. Really should meet up again soon. Can’t be blamed life is so busy.

Curly was back living with his parents and siblings, which they welcomed with open arms. Even his friends before the crew were willing to all share a space to help.

Swansea had his wife and even his kids. Sure he says he’s too old to be traumatized but he keeps checking on his kids way more often now. That’s for sure.

God knows when poor Daisuke’s PTSD will kick in. He may be acting fine now but it’s gonna be a ticking time bomb. It’ll come at him sooner or later. For now his parents were feeling like monsters for pressuring him into that intern ship. He never blamed them, of course. He is even still working under a mentorship with Swansea even. Guess not everything was negative.

Then there was you and Anya. She was the most traumatized of all. There was even the trauma of an abortion. There’s still so many emotions with that as well, but you held her hand through it. Even as far as to move in with her to help. You two had always been very close. Even before joining the crew. You two were always tagged together. Even nicked named her assistant to a point.

You’ll stick with her through the ends of the earth.

“Wanna go visit Curly in the morning? It’ll be Saturday. Maybe we can even invite Swansea and Daisuke.” You offered. Just something positive to look forward to. Something worth waiting for.

“That would be nice.” She muttered, as her own paranoias exhaustion was kicking in. Too tired to even be afraid. Often times how it ends. She gets herself so worked up it ends up being the very same thing that makes her fall back asleep.

“Yeah. We can check out his new prosthetics. Daisuke said he even bought stickers specifically for them.” That had Anya smile. That sweet smile that was hard to come by right now. One that was filled with comfort. Comfort of such an innocent and sweet thought.

“Swansea says he’s also going to attach his own upgrades to it. Not sure how that will work, or what the hell he’s planning, but not gonna lie I need to see if he gives him rocket boosters.”

That got a little laugh from her. The both of you imagining poor Captain Curly flying around in the sky, as Daisuke runs around with some trampoline to try and catch him on.

Just something silly to cut through it all.

Seemed to work, as you could feel her breathing easier now. Her breath not so intense. Was far more steady, and you could tell she fell back asleep. You were thankful for it. Not because she was annoying you. No. Never. But because she needed her rest. She deserves it. She already is working long hours at the hospital, which you bet is because she is trying to avoid being isolated and alone at all cost maybe even reduce sleeping to, so she needed proper sleep more than ever.

And you’ll do your best for her. To help her with it all. You were her little assistant. You’ll do what an assistant does best. Make sure your boss is able to tackle projects easier.

And this project was healing. A project that won’t ever end, will have ups and downs, and be taxing. Over time out the ass and no vacations.

And you know what you say to that?

Bring it.

Thank you so much for reading. This was a more vulnerable piece because Anya really reminded me so much of myself. How I’m suppose to take care of everyone else, while my traumatic abuse is just swept under the rug.

Since you read all the way to the end, maybe take a look at this

National Sexual Assault Hotline:

1-800-656-4673

National Domestic Violence Hotline:

800-799-7233

RAINN (Rape Abuse Incest National Network)

1-800-656-4673

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255

You deserve love and support. What happened wasn’t your fault in the slightest. Not even for a single second. You deserve happiness, hope, and to live a long and healthy life. Everything will be ok again. Doesn’t seem like it now, but it will. I promise

[lil-writer-523]

GUYS! WRITING IDEA! (If someone has done this PLEASE GIMME THE LINK)

Okay, recently got into Mouthwashing (Watched Jack’s play through of it and have seen LOTS of Titkoks, even before I knew what it was) AND I saw this TikTok (credits to the original artist):

So I’ve seen plenty of people creating AUs in general (most of which I love and would like to write out if I ever had the energy to) BUT I saw this and was like “second chance, huh? Why that kinda remind me of Happy Death Day?”

So yeah. Imagine an AU fic where Curly doesn’t know that Jimmy’s the one that causes the crash, and everytime the crash occurs, they restart that day (or week, considering all of Curly’s POV in the game takes place in a week before the crash down the the day of the crash) And because he knows what Jimmy did to Anya from that “previous life” his whole reaction to everything is more nuanced and matured, and while he’d like to actually fight Jimmy (like we all want to) he’s still able to handle it in a way that is satisfying to the story.

What you guys think?