#this is about jimmy trust everything I do is about jimmy

[sapphicscholar]

Hacks Episode 4x01 Thoughts

*Okay I did this in past years and found myself missing having the records of my thoughts for myself, so I'm back! I've seen through ep. 5 at this point, but I’ve been keeping casual notes for myself and am finally writing them out properly and posting them in case anyone else is curious!

Continuity and tension! I love that we pick up from nearly the moment season 3 ends, rather than trusting the audience to fill in the gaps of where that early tension would have lived. Far better than some of the choices to elide these moments in earlier seasons! It also lets us have scream-worthy moments like Deb’s “why don’t you ask that little cunt what really happened” and the delightful voice crack of Jimmy’s “WHY, AVA, WHY??” – also, Jean’s face acting in that first scene in Ava’s office is chef’s kiss. But I really am so pleased that they didn’t hold back at all on the tension (and I SO appreciate that there are moments where they both seem perversely pleased about it; they’re crackling, and that’s my favorite version of them)

I actually think it’s fascinating to hear Ava’s view that “nothing amounts to anything with Deborah” – it gives us a nice glimpse into how deeply the betrayal of Deborah’s lie about the head writer job cut. Because I think Ava would have been pissed and wheedled and pushed Deborah if Deborah had been honest about her conviction/fear that the network didn’t want to see such a major shake up, but the fact that Deborah looked Ava in the eyes, lied point blank to her, and then refused to acknowledge that she'd done wrong by Ava (and even tried to sell it as a good) is what destroyed Ava in ways Deb I don’t think totally got or gets now (maybe will ever get). Regardless of whether viewers personally think Ava was justified in the blackmail, this line drives home exactly how much progress in their relationship that moment undid for Ava, and that's BIG

Marcus! In my notes about the finale of S3 I noted that I would be much cooler on the episode if we didn’t get to see Marcus quit and JPL instead left it to the imagination, so I’m really grateful they’re not just disappearing him (also the fact that it played out a bit like in my post-s3/imagined s4 fic is just the cherry on top). I do truly believe Deborah would have exactly this kind of outsized reaction, not being able to hear Marcus on his own terms or trust what he’s telling her when she’s bleeding people left and right. And the fact that it feels like a rehearsal of the last time she nearly got Late Night (the “fucking timing machine” as she says in that beautifully acted moment) can only amplify the felt sense of betrayal and hurt, even as we the audience can see it’s not remotely the same, that both Ava and Marcus care about her in ways Frank and Kathy and the old boys’ club in charge most certainly did not.

Transposition into the Corporate Workplace – I think there’s a lot of interesting questions this ep raises about what happens when you move two people who’ve honed their dynamic in isolation from the larger world because in many ways, it actually exacerbates their issues by simultaneously forcing near-constant proximity and taking away some of their less-traditional avenues for working out much of the tension (there’s no throwing rocks! There’s no nearly abandoning each other at roadside motels! There’s no storming off and half-quitting only to realize you actually still want to be with this person!). This also comes out in the press event where we see the worst of Deborah’s personality rear its head (and it's exactly the kind of thing we should expect! We saw how she dealt with hecklers on the cruise! And here the press aren’t hecklers! They’re not breaking the norm; they’re doing exactly as they should! But Deborah can only read an interruption of the laughter as a personal affront, and that’s biting her in the ass now.)

The party! The photoshoot! Truly everything about these two scenes was so perfect. It’s so messy, so open and bloody and real. It’s everything I wanted after the end of season 3 with how deeply they both hurt each other.

[jimmyswings]

“I haven’t left the desert” “I haven’t left the ranch”

I haven’t left bread bridge send help.

[shepscapades]

IM SORRY??

SHEP SHEPSCAPADES DO YOU WANT ME DEAD???

I just fully looked at Jimmy's playlist. and. HELLO??

THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE END. IT WAS NICE KNOWING EVERYBODY.

(Im staring at the playlist. VERRY hard. Specifically numbers 1, 2, 4, 10, 14, & 15. Looking at it with the force of 1000 suns, actually. Observing with the intensity of someone who is gnawing at ths bars of their enclosure, in fact./silly)

I'M GONNA LAUGH LDFKJ;SOTIHJSL IM SO SORRY PRETTY MUCH ALL OF THE SONGS YOU LISTED ARE VILLAIN!SHERRIF SONGS I'M PRETTY SURE?? This is like, the only WIP playlist that isn't in chronological order, but just glancing at them from what you've listed, For the Wicked, Bullet, How I'd Kill, and Cannibal (sort of), are all for villain jimmy and his complicated relationships with people when he's in that headspace LKFJDFG NOT THAT THAT MAKES IT ANY BETTER. BUT yeah i'm. im still crazy about jimmy that hasn't changed <3

[risetherivermoon]

ppl dont talk about the fact that even Daisuke's characterization is affected by Jimmy's unreliable perspective. He refers to Daisuke as a spoiled rich kid who has his mommy and daddy behind him, that he's impressionable and stupid, and i do see people kinda characterizing him like that

like he has these rich parents who will dote on him and give him everything, that he's an airhead who isn't good at anything...

yet in curly's perspective we see that he's good at board games, he's trying his best, he's trying to listen to swansea and learn from him. He did get the internship from his parents but not because he wanted to, but because his parents thought he wasn't going anywhere in life, that he needed to be doing something. Daisuke is silly and a positive person but that's just for show, we see in the scene where Jimmy finds him lying on the floor drunk on mouthwash, that Daisuke isn't doing well, he's scared and feels sad about his parents. He makes jokes to cope with the horrible tension on the ship.

people characterize him as a stupid little kid too much for my liking, that's how Jimmy sees him. As a spoiled brat who came on the ship just to be an inconvenience. Even Swansea didn't see him like that, sure he complained about him but in Daisuke's final moments we see Swansea's true colors and how much he actually cares for him. He's an adult, who's putting on this happy go-lucky persona because he truly wants to succeed in life, and he's doing the internship for his mom and dad even though he doesn't want to. So he makes friends, he tries his best, he wants to be on the good side of everyone on the ship.

Jimmy just saw him as an easy target, someone too trusting and easily manipulated. A stupid kid he can use to get what he wants. He even plays with Daisuke's feelings of needing validation from Swansea, someone he looks up to. He tells Daisuke that by going in the vent, he'd make Swansea proud.

Daisuke isn't someone who has it easy or someone who's a stupid airhead. Jimmy just saw kindness and positivity as weakness.

[starkwlkr]

the hamilton girls | lewis hamilton

based on dave grohl’s interviews about his daughters <33 he’s my favorite girl dad i can always trust dave grohl

Lewis Hamilton was many things. A Formula 1 driver, a seven time world champion, an idol, an inspiration to many young kids, but most of all, he was a husband and father to three girls. His family was everything to him. He enjoyed being a dad to his three precious girls.

Maeve was his oldest. She was born on a sunny day in 2013. Then came his second, Violet, born in 2017. Violet instantly became Maeve’s best friend. Lewis and Y/n were thankful that Maeve didn’t go through a jealous phase. Lastly, came their third girl, Gracie, born in early 2020.

The Hamilton girls would join their father in the paddock when they didn’t have school. Dressed in Mercedes merch, they walked hand in hand with their mother to the Mercedes garage. The entire team loved them, it was impossible not to.

“Dad! I really want lemonade!” Violet poked Lewis’ side until he payed attention to her.

“There’s no lemonade here. Have some water.” Lewis suggested, but Violet frowned. Lewis didn’t want his daughter to be upset so he directed the girls to Mercedes hospitality in hopes that someone could make the girls a lemonade. In the end, his three daughters ended up with their lemonade.

At one point, they even because Twitter famous whenever they were at the races. Violet had a habit of sleeping even before the race ended so when the camera showed Lewis celebrating his win, the camera panned over to Lewis’ family showing little Violet asleep with her mouth slightly open in her mom’s arms.

Maeve was half asleep, but she still made a heart with her hands. Gracie was with her grandma, but you were pretty sure she was asleep as well.

But when they weren’t attending races, the Hamilton girls were back in school. Whenever Lewis had time off, he would pick up the girls from school, giving you some time to yourself. He knew how the school pickup process was, what he didn’t know was how long it would take. When it was finally his time to park in front of the school, a teacher walked up making Lewis roll down the window.

The teacher was taken by surprise when she saw Lewis. “Um . . Who are you here to pick up, sir?”

“Maeve and Violet Hamilton.” He replied. Then the teacher nodded and walked back to the school. Seconds later, his two girls walked patiently towards their dad’s black Mercedes. Lewis could feel the other parents staring at him. It wasn’t everyday that Lewis Hamilton came to a children’s school.

Maeve opened the backseat door and climbed in along with Violet. They looked exhausted, probably from all the running they did during recess.

“How was school?” Lewis asked as he drove away.

“We went to the library today and I got a book. It’s about sports and your face is in it.” Violet said as she got the book out from her backpack.

“Really? What does it say?” Lewis questioned, curious as to what the book said. The girls weren’t really interested in formula 1, so he was confused as to why Violet even checked out the book.

“It says you won seven titles and then i stopped reading because I was bored. I only got it because I wanted to show you and mom that uncle Nico was in the book too.”

His girls always made him laugh. They could brighten up his day even if he was at his lowest. He was such a proud dad too, often bringing up his daughters during interviews and posting pictures of them on instagram. During his Jimmy Kimmel interview, he took any chance he got to talk about his family.

“And do your daughters understand that their dad is a seven time world champion?” Jimmy asked.

Lewis chuckled. “They don’t really care.” He said then the audience, along with Jimmy, laughed. “No, they know what I do for work, but when they were younger they thought I sold cars.”

“You sold cars? How did they come up with that?” Jimmy laughed.

“Their mum explained that I work with cars, that was all, so they assumed I sold cars because at home I have several. Then I think it was the Monaco Grand Prix where they finally got an understanding of what exactly I do. They watched the race and when it was over, I asked them what they thought of it and all I got was ‘I don’t know’ and that’s when my wife said that halfway through the race they asked her for her phone so they could watch their cartoons.” Lewis explained.

He remembers that day clearly. The girls weren’t interested in cars, they rather watch reruns of Gravity Falls. He wasn’t mad either, he was glad that they didn’t get frustrated and start causing chaos around the paddock.

Him mentioning his girls because a regular thing. During press conferences, he was often asked about his girls, more specifically if they would follow his footsteps into the world of F1.

“They don’t even care about the races.” Lewis said as the other drivers bursted out laughing. “My oldest, Maeve, she did have a phase where she liked cars, but she’s transitioned into learning about dinosaurs. She says she wants to be an paleontologist so I don’t have to worry about her.”

“Her birthday is coming up, no?” Max asked. “I’ll buy her one of those fossil kits. I think she’ll love it.”

“And what about your other daughter?”

“She falls asleep every time, I don’t think we will see her racing anytime soon. I’m telling you, they don’t care.” Lewis laughed.

“They don’t care about your world titles?” Charles asked smiling.

“They don’t care! To them, I’m just their dad. They’re like ‘daddy, I need my lemonade now’ it’s kinda funny actually. But I love my girls.”

The Hamilton girls loved their dad to death, it was clear, even if they didn’t care about his world titles or his reputation in F1. He was the best dad to them and that was all they cared about.

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Pleaseeeee I crave Jimmy x Curly's wife!reader let that envious bastard take what he believes he rightfully deserves, maybe even right in front of Curly as some kind of fucked up power play :)

Tainted.

WARNING: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT/RAPE.

Please read at your own discretion.

ever since the day that he laid his eyes upon you,he knew that he just had to make you his,no questions asked.

on that fateful day,when Curly decided to introduce you to his bestfriend,you immediately picked up an odd vibe from him...you didn't like how intensely he maintained eye contact with you whenever you were talking.. nothing wrong with being attentive,but it just felt as though he was staring right into your soul with those piercing brown eyes of his.

you didn't like how it started off as little thing,just the slight touch of hand,which you ruled off as accidents,because he was quick to apologise.

but then,the incessant attention started...it started off small...minor things,such as following you on every social media platform that you had. him being the first person to like all of your posts, commenting innocent little things...you still decided to think nothing of it as you thought that jimmy was simply just some guy without a social filter.

Oh how fucking wrong you were.

It didn't make sense how he wanted to move into you and your boyfriend's apartment because he got kicked out of his,it didn't make sense how curly...just let him...

You tried your best to explain to your innocent boyfriend that you didn't like this sudden turn of events,and the lack of privacy,since jimmy practically didn't let you have any alone time with curly. It's almost as if he just didn't know when to stop lurking.

Despite all,you still decided to trust your boyfriend's judgement.

Then,it finally happened. You awoke one night to sudden movements in your bedroom,you tossed to the side to find the bed empty...your boyfriend was missing, groggily you reached for your phone on the nightstand next to your bed, twitching your eyes you turned your phone on,with the silent humming of the AC in the background,accompanied by the sound of you breathing.

2:47 AM

Curly Bear 🐻❤️ : babe,sorry I didn't want to wake you up. y'know how pretty you look when you sleep haha, didn't wanna ruin it. The company called,they said there were some urgent paperwork that needed to be dealt with at the earliest. I had no choice but to leave sweet pea, don't worry I'll be back in no time. Love you.

You smiled at your phone,you were about to doze right off when you realised something......something felt..off. it was almost like a primal instinct kicking in,you felt the classic feeling that they talk about in horror stories ... You felt as if you were being watched. the feeling was so intense that you could practically feel the bile raising against your throat.

You gathered every ounce of courage that you had in you,and turned on your phone's flashlight.

there it was. there he was.

you felt as if you were gonna die.

there was jimmy,standing at the foot of your bed like a goddamn statue.

"Jimmy....?".

you wanted to yell out,but what came out was only a faint whisper.

Then suddenly as if the world had just stopped he pounced onto you like a fucking animal,you attempted to scream,but we was quick to place his hand on your mouth, conveniently stopping any noise from coming out.

'I had been waiting for this for so...so fucking long'.

you could practically see the craze in his eyes,those weren't the eyes of a human being..no no no...those eyes could only be compared to those of a deranged wild beast.

then out of no where,your clothes were suddenly ripped off of you,you could feel the cold air of the room pierce your skin painfully as you struggled to move or even breathe,his hand was also covering your nose. You whined,did everything in your power to stop him from doing what he was going to. But it was already too late.

without a single warning,you felt him push into you so hard, without any protection,no nothing. It hurt so fucking bad,you wanted to scream,to yell,to cry,but you could only just helplessly watch what that man whom your partner considered his 'best friend' was doing to you,he thrusted in and out of you as you were a ragdoll.

Jimmy then temporarily removed his hand from your mouth only to replace it with his own,he roughly smashed his lips onto yours,you could taste cigarettes, liquor and a hint of those mint jellies which he for some reason had a weird obsession with. his tongue travelled every corner of your mouth,while tears flowed through your eyes like a goddamn waterfall.

with his final thrusts,you could feel that he was coming to his peak,and with a final thrust,you felt the inside of your stomach get filled with something warm..you felt fuzzy, almost dumb,your face was covered with drool and your hair all scattered.

with all of it over and one,he suddenly placed a kiss on your forehead,and whispered,

"if you tell curly any of this,I'll make sure to do this in front of him the next time".

and with that he returned to his own room,as if nothing had happened,as if your entire life wasn't just turned upside down. as if he didn't just shatter a person into something they would never recover from.

[luna-thecreator]

Settle Down

Paring⤷ Jey Uso x Fem!Reader Plot⤷ Casual sex with Jey Uso is one thing, but catching feelings? That's a whole different story.  WC⤷ 3.9k Tags⤷ Mentions of sex, jealousy, forbidden love, language, heartbreak (but he makes you feel better, promise), slight arguing, crying, emotional

You're too paranoid to even settle down, but the way he makes you cum, he has your feelings now.

"Y/N, do you hear me?" Bianca practically screams in your ear. You don’t hear her, though. The only thing piercing through the noise of the party is the sight of her—this random woman at the bar, flicking her hair like it’s some kind of weapon, batting her lashes in a way that would make anyone weak. She runs her hand down Jey's arm, and your chest tightens.

You didn’t know her. She wasn’t even here a month ago, some newbie that’s already making a play for the one guy you’ve been playing it cool with. The guy you’ve been sneaking around with, blowing off steam after WWE events in a way you never thought you’d get tangled in. But damn, she’s bold. Your gaze sticks to them like glue, your eyes narrowing as you watch her work her charm on him.

Bianca’s voice cuts through the haze of jealousy building inside you. "Y/N! Bitch you even listening?" she yells, shaking you by the shoulder.

The loud ringing fills your ears, like a thousand bells echoing in your head. You can’t even look away from them—Jey’s smile, the way it’s aimed directly at her, like he’s actually entertained. And that... makes you want to puke. Puerto Rico’s heat is nothing compared to the fire starting in your chest, but you try to calm yourself, try to breathe.

Finally, you snap back to reality, Bianca still hovering over you, her eyes wide with concern. You force out a breath, trying to shake off the feeling of suffocating. "I’m fine... I just need some air," you tell her, the words falling out of your mouth like they belong to someone else.

Bianca raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. "Don’t do anything stupid," she warns. You know she means well, but she has no idea what’s happening in your head right now. You’re not about to stay here and watch that.

You slip away from the crowd, your heels clicking louder than usual as you make your way outside. The cool air of Puerto Rico greets you like a slap in the face, but it's a relief. For a second, you just stand there, letting the quiet of the night settle around you, but it doesn’t last long. That damn jealousy is like a storm rolling through your chest, and it’s only getting worse.

"Shit, I hate this," you mutter to yourself, pacing back and forth.

Your vision blurs, and that damn burning in your chest feels like it’s about to swallow you whole. You don’t want to feel this, but you can’t shake it. Right when you’re about to lose control, you hear footsteps approaching, and Jimmy’s voice cuts through the chaos in your mind.

"Yo... you good?"

You look up and see him standing there, his usual easygoing look on his face, but tonight it doesn’t help. He’s wearing his black fitted shirt, shorts, and Air Forces, his hair pulled back into that ponytail you’ve always admired. But all you can focus on is the tightness in your chest, the lump in your throat.

He’s your best friend, the one person you’ve trusted with everything—but this? This is Jey. And you can’t hold it in anymore.

Before you can stop it, the sobs come, shaking your entire body. You step back, pressing your hands to your face in an attempt to stop the tears, but it’s no use. The dam breaks, and the words spill out in a choked rush.

"I’m so stupid," you gasp, your voice cracking. "I don’t even know why I did this to myself."

Jimmy’s expression shifts instantly, concern flooding his eyes as he steps closer, but you don’t look up at him. You can’t. It’s like the floodgates have opened, and all the feelings you’ve been hiding pour out in a messy, raw confession.

"I’ve... I’ve caught feelings for Jey, Jimmy," you say, each word a weight you didn’t realize you were carrying. "And now seeing him with someone else... It’s... it’s fuckin’ with me." The pain in your chest is almost unbearable, like a knot tightening with every word. "I aint want to let myself fall for him. But I did. And now I can’t... I can’t take this."

Jimmy stands still, completely taken aback. He had no idea what was going on between you and Jey. The quiet moments you shared, the stolen glances, the way your heart beat faster when he was near—all of it, hidden behind the surface.

Jimmy stands there for a moment, processing everything, his face softening with understanding. Then, without a word, he steps forward, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms are steady, grounding you in a way you didn’t expect.

"I ain’t know, Y/N," he says quietly. "I ain’t know you were feeling like this." He holds you a little tighter, like he’s trying to shield you from everything that’s breaking inside. "But whatever you need, I’m here. Always."

The sobs keep coming, and you can barely catch your breath through the blur of tears. The weight in your chest is crushing, suffocating. You’ve kept it all in for so long, pretending everything’s fine, but now it’s spilling out, uncontrollable. And just when you think you might lose it entirely, Jimmy steps back, giving you a little space.

He pulls out a blunt from his pocket, his eyes soft but understanding. “Want some?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want you having a bad night, and I know a lil’ weed you’ll never turn down.”

You nod, trying to pull yourself together as you wipe at your eyes. It’s not like you haven’t smoked with Jimmy before, and right now, you need anything to calm the storm. You take the blunt from him, the weight of it in your hand almost comforting. Jimmy lights it for you, taking a hit himself before handing it back to you.

“Thanks,” you mutter, inhaling deeply. The smoke fills your lungs, and you hold it in for a second, letting it numb the sharp edge of everything you’ve been feeling. Slowly, you exhale, the haze settling in your head. For a moment, the world doesn’t feel so heavy. You take another hit, this time slower, like it’ll somehow make the chaos inside you less overwhelming.

Jimmy watches you for a second, his hands stuffed in his pockets, waiting. It’s like he knows what’s coming, knows you can’t keep this bottled up much longer.

Finally, you exhale again, feeling the smoke swirl in the air around you, and then you just… spill it. "I’ve been sleeping with Jey," you say, the words coming out all tangled, like they don’t belong to you. But they do. “For months now. After the shows, when we’re both just… wound up, I guess. We hook up, blow off steam. And it’s been like that. No feelings. Nothing serious. Just… a thing.”

You look at Jimmy, his face unreadable. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you can’t stop now. You’re too far in. You take another drag from the blunt, feeling the burn in your throat, and continue. “But then, I started feeling stuff, Jim. I didn’t want to. I tried to fight it, but it’s like... with him, it’s different, y’know? The way he looks at me, the way he cares without saying it. I thought maybe it was just… me. Maybe I was just caught up in the moment. But no. I—I really care about him, Jimmy."

Jimmy takes another hit of the blunt, his eyes still on you, but there’s a softness there, like he’s trying to understand what you’re saying. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling in the air between you. “Damn, Y/N,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I had no idea. Like, I knew ya’ll were close, but... damn.” He looks down at the blunt in his hand for a moment, his expression distant. “I didn’t know you were feeling all that.”

You bite your lip, frustrated and embarrassed that this is even happening. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought it was just some casual thing, and now I’m all caught up in it. It’s just—everything’s messed up. I never thought I’d fall for him. I thought I was just, like, some random hookup. But now…” You let out a shaky breath, the weight of it all sinking in. “Now it’s more, and I can’t even deal with it. He doesn’t even know.”

Jimmy’s quiet for a moment, his gaze flicking over to you. He steps closer, offering you the blunt again, but this time, he’s looking at you like he’s got your back. “Look, I can’t say I know what it’s like, but I know one thing,” he says, voice steady. “You deserve to be more than some secret, some hookup. You deserve more than what Jey’s giving you right now.”

You blink at him, unsure how to process that. "What do you mean?"

He shrugs, blowing out a puff of smoke. “I mean, if he really feels something for you, he’ll show it. And if not, then… well, you gotta ask yourself if you’re gone keep being in that situation. ‘Cause if you’re feeling this way, you don’t need to hide it, Y/N. You deserve the truth, not some bullshit.”

The words hit you harder than the weed. They sting, but in the best way. He’s right. You know he’s right. You can’t keep pretending this is easy or simple. The whole thing is a mess, and you’re just getting tangled in it. You pull in a shaky breath and blow it out slowly, letting the smoke drift away.

“I’m so scared, Jimmy,” you admit quietly. “I’m scared that if I tell him how I feel, I’ll ruin everything. That he’ll pull away or, worse, he’ll just tell me it was never meant to be serious.”

Jimmy gives you a look—one that’s equal parts sympathy and understanding. “You gotta take that chance, though. You never know what’s gonna happen unless you put yourself out there.”

You look at him, considering his words. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s time to stop hiding, to stop pretending like it doesn’t hurt when you see him with someone else. Maybe it’s time to figure out if Jey feels the same. But even so, you can’t help but feel the weight of the uncertainty.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. For the first time tonight, you feel like maybe you’re not completely alone in this shit. You take one more hit from the blunt, letting the smoke fill your lungs as you process everything, trying to find the courage to finally face the truth about what you want and where you go from here.

"Go take a walk, heard there’s a beach nearby. Clear your head a bit."

You nod slowly, appreciating the idea. You need that space, even if it’s just a few minutes. But before you can move, Jimmy adds, "But imma go talk to him."

Your heart skips a beat. "Wait, what?" You look up at him, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah,” he says casually, taking another hit from the blunt. “I’m gonna talk to Jey. See what the hell’s goin’ on. You need answers, and I’m not gonna let him play you like that.”

You want to stop him, to tell him not to, but something about the way he says it makes you feel both grateful and terrified. Jimmy’s loyal. He’s always had your back, and now he's stepping in to help you with something you don’t even have the courage to face yourself. Still, you can’t help the panic that creeps into your chest at the thought of him confronting Jey.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you ask, the words coming out shaky. You hate the vulnerability in your voice, but it’s impossible to hide. "What if he doesn’t... I mean, what if it makes things worse?"

Jimmy shrugs, a carefree expression on his face despite the tension in the air. "If he’s playing games, I’m gonna let him know. You don’t deserve that. But if he’s feeling the same, then maybe it’ll clear the air, you know?"

You hesitate, biting your lip, but then nod. “Okay... I guess.”

Jimmy shoots you a reassuring look. "Don’t worry about it, girl. Go get some air. Get your head right. I’ll handle this shit."

You watch him for a second, then turn toward the direction of the beach, the sound of the waves crashing faint in the distance. The air is cool, and for the first time tonight, you feel like you might be able to breathe again. But a part of you stays tangled in the mess of emotions, unsure of what’s going to happen next.

You start walking, the sound of your footsteps muffled by the soft sand beneath your feet. The beach is empty, just you and the distant ocean stretching out under the Puerto Rican sky. It feels peaceful, but the storm inside you is far from calm.

As you walk, you think about Jey—how he makes you feel, how you’re not sure what any of this is anymore. The thought of him with that girl at the bar still stings, but Jimmy’s words keep echoing in your mind. You deserve more than this. You deserve to know where you stand.

You let the waves crash against the shore, the saltwater breeze hitting your skin, but in the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if you’re about to get answers that you’ve been too scared to ask for.

Jey's POV

This girl won’t stop talking to me.

She’s been running her mouth for the past ten fuckin’ minutes, touching my arm, laughing a little too hard at things I barely even said. I been fake-smiling, nodding along, throwing in a couple “that’s crazy”s, but she ain’t getting the hint. I ain’t even really hearing what she’s saying at this point. My eyes keep scanning the room, looking for something—someone—else to focus on. But before I can spot her, I see Jimmy walking up, nodding at me like yo, we need to talk.

Thank God.

I exhale, brushing the girl off with a quick, “Aight, imma talk to you later,” not even waiting for a response before I make my way to Jimmy.

“Wassup, uce?” I say, dapping him up real quick.

Jimmy looks me dead in the eye, no hesitation. “When was you gon’ tell me you fuckin’ Y/N?”

My whole body tenses.

What?

I feel my stomach drop, but I play it cool, keeping my face neutral. “Bruh, what the hell you talkin’ bout?” I mutter, grabbing his arm and yanking him into the hallway, away from the noise and the crowd. My heart’s already beating fast, my mind racing. How the fuck does he know?

Jimmy leans against the wall, arms crossed, giving me that look—like he already got all the answers and he’s just waiting on me to stop bullshitting. “Don’t play dumb, bruh,” he says, voice low but firm. “She just told me everything.”

I swear my heart skips a beat.

Everything?

I swallow hard, shifting on my feet. “Man, she trippin’—”

“Nah,” Jimmy cuts me off, shaking his head. “She ain’t trippin’. She’s hurt, uce. She thinks you don’t feel nothin’ for her, and meanwhile, you over here lettin’ some random hoe rub up on you like she don’t exist.”

My jaw clenches. “It ain’t even like that.”

Jimmy scoffs. “Then what is it like?”

I exhale sharply, dragging a hand down my face. My mind’s all over the place, my chest tight as hell. Y/N told him? She never said shit to me. Not about feelings. Not about wanting more. And yeah, I been feeling some type of way about her too, but I ain’t never been good at this type of thing. I don’t do the whole talk about your emotions shit.

Jimmy tilts his head, waiting. He knows me too well. Knows when I’m holding back.

“You care about her, don’t you?” he finally says.

I stay quiet.

Jimmy huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Man, you so damn stupid.”

That makes me snap. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re actin’ like you ain’t already in too deep,” he says, pushing off the wall. “I saw the way you looked at her earlier. And now she’s outside damn near breakin’ down ‘cause she thinks she’s just a hookup to you.”

I look away, jaw tight.

She really thinks that?

The thought alone makes my stomach twist up and shit. I never wanted her to feel like that. Yeah, we started this whole thing just messing around, but it stopped being just sex a long time ago. I been trying to keep it low, trying not to make it messy, but I should’ve known Y/N would get in my head, under my skin.

She already got me.

I take a deep breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “Where she at?” I ask, voice low.

Jimmy smirks, like he knew this was coming. “Took a walk to the beach.”

I nod, already moving toward the door. Jimmy claps a hand on my shoulder as I pass him. “Fix this, bruh,” he mutters. “Before you lose her.”

I don’t even answer. I just step out of the house, the warm Puerto Rican night air hitting me as I make my way toward the beach—toward her.

Your POV

The beach is quiet, nobody but you. Just the waves crashing, the salty breeze tangling in your hair, and the distant hum of the party still going on back at the house. It’s just you and the ocean, but somehow, the silence is the loudest thing you’ve heard all night.

You sink into the sand, stretching your legs out in front of you, the cool grains clinging to your skin. Your flared mini orange skirt fans out around your thighs, the matching top hugging your body, but you don’t feel cute right now. You feel stupid. Your heels sit beside you, abandoned, because what’s the point of looking put together when you feel like you’re falling apart inside?

You lean back on your hands, staring out at the waves, trying to process everything.

You shouldn’t have caught feelings. That was the rule. That was the one damn rule you set for yourself when this whole thing with Jey started. Casual. No strings. No messy emotions. But now? Now your chest is heavy, and your eyes sting, and you can still see that girl all over him like you weren’t even in the same damn room. Like you were nothing.

You press your lips together, shaking your head at yourself. I’m so stupid, you think bitterly. I don’t even know why I did this to myself.

A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it, and you wipe it away quickly, annoyed at yourself for even crying over this. Over him. He was never yours, so why does it feel like you just lost something?

"MA!"

You hear a familiar voice behind you, cutting through the sound of the waves. Your stomach tightens, and when you turn around, there he is—Jey, jogging toward you, his face set in something between frustration and urgency. The sight of him makes your breath hitch, but the anger that’s been simmering in your chest all night flares right back up.

“What do you want, Jey?” you snap, standing up before he even reaches you. Your voice is sharp, and you don’t care. Not anymore. You’re too hurt, too pissed off to hold it in.

He slows to a stop in front of you, chest rising and falling like he ran straight from the house to find you. “We needa talk,” he says, tone firm, eyes locked onto yours.

You let out a short, humorless laugh, crossing your arms. “Oh, now you wanna talk?”

Jey sighs, running a hand over his head. “Come on, ma, don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” You step closer, your voice rising. “Act like I don’t give a damn when I do? Act like seeing you with some random girl all over you doesn’t make me feel like shit?”

His jaw tightens. “It wasn’t even like that—”

“Oh, really?” you cut him off. “’Cause from where I was standing, it sure as hell looked like that.”

Jey groans, tilting his head back like he’s trying to keep his cool. “Man, I wasn’t even paying attention to her! She was just talking, I was tryna be nice—”

“Nice?” You scoff, shaking your head. “Jey, I was right there. And you didn’t even look at me. Not once.” Your voice cracks on that last part, and you hate it, but it’s too late to take it back.

His expression shifts—just for a second. Like your words actually hit him.

“I ain’t know you felt like that,” he says, quieter now.

You swallow hard, blinking up at him. “Yeah, well... now you do.”

Silence hangs between you. The waves crash against the shore, the wind tangles through your hair, but the only thing you feel is the heat of his gaze on you.

Jey exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

You laugh again, but this time, it’s bitter. “Tell you what, Jey? That I caught feelings when I wasn’t supposed to? That I fell for you when this was only supposed to be a thing?” You take a shaky breath, voice lowering. “That every time you touch me, I wanna believe it means something?”

Jey just stares at you, like he doesn’t know what to say. Like he’s struggling to put it into words.

You shake your head, stepping back. “You know what? Fuck it. This was a mistake. I’m a mistake.”

Jey’s eyes flash with something—anger, frustration, desperation—you can’t tell. But then, before you can turn away, he grabs your wrist, pulling you back toward him. “Nah. Don’t say that shit,” he mutters, voice rough. “You ain’t a mistake, ma.”

Your breath catches, but you force yourself to stay firm. “Then what am I?”

Jey’s grip tightens, his jaw clenching like he’s fighting himself. Like this is hard for him too. And then, suddenly, it all spills out.

“You everything, Y/N.” His voice is raw, filled with something you’ve never heard from him before. “You all I think about. You all I want—and I been too much of a dumbass to say it.”

Your heart slams against your ribs. “Then why—”

“’Cause I was scared,” he admits, his voice dropping. “Scared if I said it out loud, I’d lose you. But I’m already losing you now, ain’t I?”

You swallow, your eyes burning. “Jey…”

His forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I never thought I’d let anyone in,” he whispers. “But damn… you got all of me. It's just you and me, ma.”

And then, before you can even process what’s happening, his lips crash against yours, desperate and real, different from the hookups. Like he’s been holding back for too long, and now there’s no point in fighting it anymore.

And you don’t fight it either.

You're too paranoid to even settle down, but the way he confesses to you, he has your feelings now.

[tumb1rprincess]

I know I’ve posted before about Curly and Anya’s relationship being my favorite in Mouthwashing, but I think I’m really starting to fall down the shipping rabbit hole with these two. I know some people don’t like shipping in Mouthwashing, or even this ship specifically, and I get that. But the dynamic between these two has been rotating in my head for a while now and I wanted to blab about it.

The tragedy of shipping these two is what really grabs me. Like, in an alternate universe where Jimmy wasn’t on the ship or where Curly made better choices, these two could have had something going. Maybe they had feelings for each other that were starting to show, but they hadn’t made a move yet. Or maybe they were waiting for the voyage to be done before they did anything. But unfortunately, they’ll never get to act on those feelings thanks to Jimmy hurting Anya and then Curly failing her. Any possibility of romance was taken away from them.

It makes any events post-crash more tragic viewing them through a romantic lens, for me at least. Curly has to live with the guilt of failing to help someone he cared about, and now he can’t protect her from Jimmy. Anya probably can’t help but think “I told you so” when it comes to Curly, but she doesn’t want him to die and doesn’t want to believe that he’s a monster for crashing the ship. She hates that she has to hurt him to get him to swallow the pain pills. And even at the end of it all, when she decided she was going to kill herself, she chose to die by Curly’s side. I know that she probably would have chosen the medical room anyway since it was the only place besides the cockpit that had a lock, but she probably wanted to offer Curly the same way out she was going. And when she decided to overdose, she didn’t want to die alone.

On the brighter side, I do love AU’s that have Anya survive and she and Curly both have to recover from the events of the game. They not only have the struggle of dealing with their trauma, but their relationship is broken by what happened. Curly knows there’s no way to make up for what he did and Anya would probably have trouble trusting him again. But they might rekindle what they had as they heal, as they both deal with everything Jimmy did to them. The two of them are the only ones who understand the horrible things they had to go through and that makes them the only ones that can comfort each other when that trauma rears it’s ugly head.

[luvologyy]

Older, just a little bit colder.

Jimmy x innocent/younger reader ˊˎ-

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

TW!: age gape! (readers in her early/mid 20s, and Jimmy is in his mid 30s.) Corruption kink? Idk sorry didnt double checkkk, innocence kink, Jimmy being a Lil perv, Jimmy being pushy, dark content, etc.

Nsfw! Mdni!! Ahh if you don't like what I write don't interact or leave hate 😁

Credits: divider by cafekitsune !🫶

At first, when you joined the crew, he didn't think much of you. He did notice when everyone would talk to each other, but you'd be distant and not really talk to anyone. He got a little curious.

★ he already has to deal with annoying tasks and the crew members. He hoped you wouldn't be as "annoying and bugging," as he said.

★ You're naturally submissive, listening to everything he tells you to do, “hey, y/n, could you grab that for me?” And without complaining or whining, you nod your head, “yes, sir.” This dude is pussy whipped already

★ he'll stare at you from afar, examining your body, seeing how your employee jumpsuit wraps around your curves. Imagining the most filthiest things about you, then when you'd catch him staring at you, he'd look away IMMEDIATELY like he did nun.

★ he started talking to you more and asking for you to do thingss.. for him. It'll start off innocent like basic stuff around the ship and work.

★ the more he talked to you, the more he noticed on how naive and innocent you were. Not knowing any bad things in this world or any dirty filthy things. He quickly took advantage of it girll

★ he asked you to sit in the cockpit with him, then.. he asked you to sit on his lap. You were skeptical about it, but he assured you it was fine. So you did. You knew he was older, had more experience, so you didn't think anything of it, You trusted him. And plus, he knew you wouldn't say no to him. He'd know you'd say yes to anything..

★ Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most innocent minimal of things to make him melt.

★ from my other headcanons, WE ALL KNOW Jimmy's a little pervert. You could make the slightest struggle noise while working or make the slightest facial expressions. He could feel the tent pitched up in his pants, yall..

★ he fantasizes about his hands on your thighs, your soft lips on his, or his hickeys on you. Just the sight of you looking all used up and tired will make him cum in his pants. 100%.

★ he'll watch you work, seeing the way you sit and squat on the floor, the way the fabric your uniform perfectly tightens around your ass. Yeah this dudes A PERVVV I TELL YOU

★ whenever you're not around, he'll sneak into your room and go through your things, like clothes or whatever. He'll find a shirt of yours or panties and steal them. YUP DUDES A PANTY STEALER!

★ once he gets comfortable around you, he'll start making Hella innopropriate jokes or comments about you while he's talking to you. He knows you won't understand, so it makes it better for him. He makes comments like "any guy that gets to fuck you is the luckiest guy on the planet." Or shit like "just looking at you gets me all horned up for you." Idk cringey shit like that💀

[dykedvonte]

I'm probably going to post about this on the MW subreddit, but I still find it pretty hilarious that most fans assume the "struggles" Jimbalaya was dealing with back on Earth were related to criminal acts (usually in order to demonize Curly) meanwhile most of the pieces of clues I've gathered from the HFIM dlc and the QnAs we got about the characters' lives have lead me to believe Jimbalaya's struggles were about poverty.

In the HFIM dlc we're pretty clearly playing a fish version of Jimbalaya, and the whole game is about how a capitalistic system ruins people (fish) and those that climb up help perpetuate the system and those that go down just get eaten. So it's pretty interesting to me that Jimbalaya fish even after consuming other fish and items... keeps going down.

But it was the third QnA that sealed it for me. Curly's hobbies are around a lot of friends and family that he could join interesting things. And of course play snow sports in Winter. Winter snow sports... which let's be honest is a pretty expensive hobby to have. Meanwhile, Jimbalaya can't afford any hobbies other than joining one with Curly.

I think this kinda just adds more fuel for Jimbalaya to both envy yet aspire to be like Curly.

I dunno, it's just fascinating to me watching so many fans claim the "struggles" were so obviously to do with crime when most of the current evidence I noticed seems to point towards money related issues.

-🌟 Anon

I think both are valid and valuable interpretations that’s the MW fandom makes but I think the major problem with it is the severity in which they make Jimmy out to be every factor wrong with men in society.

Like I think it’s interesting to use the idea he has some record, misdemeanors/petty stuff, that has complied to make his life more difficult. It’s all his own doing for his entitlement and general behavior but it can also be used to comment on Capitalism banking on desperation and envy. A lot of his actions are desperate because he knows his crimes on the Tulpar will make it virtually to climb any ladder, anywhere anymore due to their weight. Like in the end the problem is undeniably how the proverbial rat race creates environments that fosters Jimmy’s and creates ineffective systems like Curly represents.

Curly on the other hand benefits from the corporate part of it with his financial freedom, stability and prestige but he too is socially stagnant, deeply unhappy in the identities placed on to him and unrecognizable as anything other than a cog in the machine. I think this goes in tandem with the other members too as the identities placed onto them in the scenario all represent stages in capitalism and class discrepancies: Anya represents largely marginalized identities (particularly women in blue collar fields/harassment) and how they ultimately have to fend for themselves. Daisuke a sort of perception of both a class between Curly and the rest, protected no matter the effects of the establishment due to his home life but at the same time he is the metaphorical future gen, things stripped from him as the older generations squabble amongst themselves in private conversations leaving him unequipped. Then there’s Swansea being sort of those who have lived through it, knowing how it ends but ultimately still lack the skills, resources and want to change it, letting it cycle.

The entire thing with Jimmy circles back to the fandom ultimately wanting easy solutions to the events in the games, a face to blame and a weird black and white thinking to issues that are dangerous to view that way.

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

mouthwashing responsibility au rambles below cut 🫡

(spoiler warning for the actual game obviously)

- even though jimmy got deservedly knocked out by anya and thrown into the cryopod early on, the crash still does happen. it's a freak accident this time, like maybe a piece of space debris just happened to hurtle right into them without time to dodge. it's like the tulpar is destined to crash. but this time it's a story about a group of people finding hope and strength in each other and finding what they themselves can be capable of in a time of crisis. btw i just mean curly, anya, swansea, and daisuke. i am NOT repenting jimmy. he ain't "fixing" shit.

- i'm sorry for frying curly again even though this is supposed to be an au with a happier ending 😭 the way his loss of autonomy reflects anya's own loss of it, making him feel firsthand the suffering she went through in a way, felt too important to just remove. curly's injuries aren't as terrible as in the original timeline since swansea rescued him earlier. and by "not as terrible" i mean he only loses a leg and not all of his limbs. he will get some function in his hands eventually and anya teaches him sign language to help him communicate (she teaches the others too).

- speaking of anya, she really shows her stuff as a nurse (even in the original timeline she does, managing to keep curly alive like that). she treats curly and swansea and is much more of a pillar of strength for the crew than she herself realizes. pre-crash and post-jimmy-getting-fired, she was able to relax and open up more with everyone, building a stronger bond. when the crash happens, anya is of course terrified and hella stressed, but now she knows she has people who have her back, and it helps. she can be more confident in herself without a certain someone being there to belittle and hurt her. this time when she has to deal with something difficult, something traumatizing, she has people to support her. in this au, she is not pregnant because if she was, i don't see how keeping the baby would be a good thing for her. and i don't want her to have to deal with that situation without the proper medical supplies on top of everything else. she's been through enough.

- btw there is no shipping in this au. i personally really don't see how it could happen between anyone on the crew. if there was some sort of spark between anya and curly, it's definitely gone now and won't happen again. the most they'll be are friends (although the friendship/trust will have to be built from the ground up again after everything that's happened with jimmy). the only ship here is the tulpar.

- i know daisuke is seen as a "dumb kid" but i really don't think that's the case. we are seeing him thru jimmy's perspective mostly after all and jimmy is the definition of an unreliable narrator. i headcanon daisuke as having adhd like me who tends to lose focus on tasks easily because your brain is just going 102929 miles a minute and wandering to all sorts of places like me. he feels like someone who doesn't exactly know where they want to go in life like me. also he's definitely a hawaii kid born and raised and talks pidgin sometimes like me except i lost the pidgin :(. i'm totally not projecting my asian ass on the asian boy or anything. BUT ANYWAY i wanted to give daisuke more stuff to do and a chance to prove to himself that he can do these things, he can step up. so that's partially why i made swansea burn his hands rescuing curly. daisuke can now be filled with Determination and be swansea's hands in repairing things as he heals. it's going to be hard and it's going to be frustrating for both parties and sometimes they'll get upset at each other. but it will inevitably be a great bonding experience for the two. i cannot resist the call for more father-son moments.

- swansea my beloved. i am so sorry for burning your beautiful hands please forgive 😔🙏 i have to make my faves suffer a little. swansea's hands will heal up eventually and he'll be able to use them again, but there will be scars. i think him having to guide daisuke with doing repairs n stuff on the ship as his hands recover gives him a mission. something to distract him from completely falling into despair and alcoholism. that man is hanging on by a thread but by god he's going to help get these kids through this. they've all grown closer since jimmy was sacked and swansea feels a sort of responsibility towards protecting anya, daisuke and curly as the oldest one there. it's the dad instincts y'know? on the real hard days, sometimes swansea thinks about cracking open a bottle of mouthwash, but he holds back because he feels he needs to stay strong for the crew. however he does have to learn that he can't shoulder everything and that he can rely on others. him having no choice but to have daisuke take over his tasks is a good way for him to learn that, i think. swansea is definitely a pillar of strength in this and the rest of the crew have a lot of affection for him (and vice versa even if swansea won't admit it). can you tell i really like swansea. he is such a foil to jimmy—a guy who has fucked up a lot in his life but actually acknowledges his mistakes and is trying his hardest to be a better person. aghh swansea i love you 💛💛

- after the crash happens, the cryopod room becomes inaccessible, so nobody is able to check on the state of jimmy in there. so they don't see that the crypod he's in eventually fails from damage and he escapes. this happens a couple weeks into the crash. jimmy is still pissed about everything and still can't see how he's done anything wrong (this is because he is a delusional asshole). in fact, he feels like he's the one who's been wronged and betrayed by everyone on the crew and he wants revenge. there will be a final confrontation between jimmy and the crew. spoilers: jimmy loses. i'm just undecided on who finishes it. it would be fitting if anya shot him, but i'm not sure that's something she'd necessarily want to do. she chose to be in the medical field after all. don't get me wrong, i think she would pull the trigger if it meant protecting the others. but i'd hate to have her kill, because even if jimmy deserves it, anya is a healer and would still probably feel guilty about it. i don't want to put even more shit on her plate. so i think swansea is the one to put jimmy down in the end. with the axe of course. i think he'd feel less guilty about doing it because it's something he's wanted to do since anya first told him about jimmy. oooh what if jimmy gets his hands on the gun, but daisuke tackles him, making him drop it, and anya gets it and shoots jimmy in the shoulder or leg or something to get him off of daisuke, and then swansea comes in with the axe to finish him off. that could be fun. that way anya won't have to actually kill but she'll still get to shoot jimmy. bless.

- the crew gets rescued eventually, but it's going to be a few months because pony express is a nightmare company. i'm honestly still not sure if pony express is even the one who will rescue them or even bother to look. i'm tempted to just have another ship happen across them by some miracle and help. real tempted to make that ship The Unreliable and turn this into a Mouthwashing x The Outer Worlds crossover quite honestly since both settings share similarities (megacorporations, cryosleep, etc). but idk. it's not like i can just write a fanfic or anything since writing is harder for me and who knows how long it will be before i even draw the idea. it's just yet another self-indulgent daydream for now.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

also like this is before doing a full deep dive and only watching some of the game bc it’s 2 am and even if I find a cool new horror game I need to sleep eventually. but thinking about the parallels between what jimmy did to anya and what he did to curly is just fucking. god man. bc sexual assault is primarily about power and not sexual desire. the feeling of control is what rapists typically get off on it’s not that different to how other abusers operate. and jimmy's abusive patterns continued from anya to curly after curly was too incapacitated to resist. anya and curly were abused in very different ways, but for the same reasons- the sick power play of an immature manchild who got off on getting away with everything with no responsibility. sorry i'm very passionate about portrayals of abuse in media and seeing the deliberate parallels between anya's sa and curly's medical torture nightmare is genuinely something that made me immediately trust the creators knew what the fuck they were doing with the topics of sa in the game. bc they Get that it’s not like “whoops you were attracted to someone Too Much” it’s a deliberate attempt to dominate another person bc they enjoy dehumanising and debasing them. like obviously it’s not that black and white different abusers have different motivations but power and entitlement are Always the main driving factor in some way and that Defines jimmys abuse of both anya and curly.

[usomads]

Slow Burn // Jimmy Uso x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hiiiii :) had this sitting in drafts so I decided to finish it… and I’m– 🤤. Will be working on more stuff in the coming days, so stay tuned! Also, my lovely friend @zyvngi made this clip and I just… yeah there was no way I wasn’t using it lol. As always, happy reading y’all!

Pairings -> Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Fluff (if you squint), Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), P in V, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 4.4k

You enter Jon’s house as you always did, swinging the door open without knocking and waltzing right inside– your body collapsing on his living room couch. Media had kicked your ass today, more than usual, and you were definitely feeling the effects of it. Jon happened to have a day off today, one that was hard to come by, especially with the work you two did at WWE– him being a talent and you a producer. That’s how the two of you met 4 years ago, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

“Well, good afternoon to you too, princess.” Jon teases, as you shoot daggers at him. 

“I don’t know how much more I can fuckin’ take. Paul’s driving me crazy, the work is endless, and absolutely nobody seems to appreciate how much work I’m putting into this to make shit happen every show. I’m about to fuckin’ lose it.” You groan, flopping down onto the couch and rubbing your eyes.

Jon leans against the island countertop, grinning, clearly amused by your frustration. “Sounds like you’ve had a day… wanna vent or just keep it low-key?”

You sigh dramatically, sitting up on the couch. “No, no, I should probably let it all out. I swear, I’ve been busting my ass, and every time I think I’m ahead, something else gets thrown on me. And everyone thinks I’m this superhero that can just fuckin’ fix it,” you pause, rubbing your temples. “I just want a break, but I feel like there’s no time to take one.”

He nods sympathetically, then walks over to the end table and pulls something from the drawer. “You really need to take a break though, you keep goin’ like that, you’re gonna burn yourself out.”

You laugh bitterly, half-glancing at him. “I know, I know. It’s like I don't even know how to take a break anymore. It’s always work, work, and more work.”

Jon takes out a joint from his pocket and lights it casually, raising an eyebrow at you. “You want some help with that?”

He takes a slow drag, exhaling slowly as you stare at him– shocked.

“You… smoke?”

He laughs, shrugging nonchalantly as he continues to puff on the joint. “Yeah, ‘s not somethin’ I bring up, but yeah, sometimes it helps me unwind. And you look like you could use a lil’ somethin’ to take the edge off.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “I just… I never thought you’d be the type to do… that.”

“What, smoke?” he chuckles. “Well, you never really asked. Trust me though, a little bit won’t hurt. It’s just us, Y/N. No work, no stress…” he grins, taking another drag then passing it to you.

You’re hesitant, but also curious. You take the joint from him, your voice getting soft.

“I don’t know… I’ve never done… this before.”

Jon smirks at you, sitting down and leaning back on the couch as he grabs another joint– one for himself. “First time for everything, right? No pressure, ma. Just take it slow.”

Nervously, you take a drag, coughing slightly. “Oh my god…” 

He laughs softly, leaning closer to you and offering you a reassuring smile. “Yeah, it can be a bit much at first. Just breathe through it, you’ll get used to it.”

You exhale, giggling nervously and shaking your head. “Okay, okay, I’m definitely not used to it. But… this actually feels kinda nice.” 

You’re growing more confident by the second, taking another drag. Jon watches you intently, a gentle smile on his face.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ great, ma. You deserve to feel nice, just let go of all that stress, you know?” he soothes you, his voice dropping lower than usual. 

As the night goes on, you both start to relax, the conversation flowing more freely. The effects of the joint take hold, and the atmosphere shifts in a way that has allowed the two of you to open up in a way you hadn’t before. You lean back against the couch, your eyes a little heavier but more relaxed. 

“You know, I never realized how much I needed this… to chill. I feel like I’m always runnin’ around, doin’ everything for everyone, and never doin’ anything for myself.”

Jon nods, a softer tone to his voice as he responds to you, looking at you intently. “I get it. You’re always taking care of other people, but you forget about you. You deserve to slow down. You gotta take care of yourself, too. Not everything’s on you.”

You turn to look at him, the weight of his words hitting you deep within your chest. “I don’t know why I feel like I have to do everything. It’s like if I stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

He softens, his expression growing more serious. “You don’t have to be everything to everyone, you’re enough just as you are. But I get it, you don’t want to disappoint people.”

A moment of quiet rushes in between them as the room feels more intimate, the casual chatter fading into something more profound. The connection between you feels intense, a shared vulnerability settling in. 

You look down, almost embarrassed, as you speak softly. “Maybe I don’t know how to stop being so… perfect. Like, I always have to keep everything together. I don’t know how to let someone help me.”

Jon reaches over and tilts your chin to face him, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to always be perfect, Y/N. With me, you can just be you, no pressure.”

The mood shifts. Your eyes lock, and there’s an undeniable charge between you, something unspoken but deeply felt. The air is thick with tension as you unconsciously move closer together. Before you can even process it, Jon leans in and kisses you, slow and unexpected. It’s not rushed, but full of emotion, a silent acknowledgement of everything you’ve both been feeling. The kiss deepens naturally, your mutual desire growing, and in that moment, the world outside fades. Reality hits you after a moment and you pull back slightly, eyes wide in shock as your breath catches in your throat. 

“Wha–?”

He pulls back quickly, his own eyes growing wide, clearly panicked. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to– I just– I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have–”

He stands up, pacing slightly, his hand running through his hair. After a beat you stand as well, still in shock as you move towards him and gently place your hand on his arm. 

“Jon…” 

He turns to you, his eyes pinged in fear and nervousness as he looks at you. You step closer, looking at him with a soft but intense gaze. Before he can utter another word, you reach up, gently pulling him back down to you, kissing him again– this time with more certainty, as if you had wanted it too. You pull away slightly, breathing a little heavier as his eyes search yours, his expression mixed with relief and surprise– then, a smile starts to form on his face. 

Jon leans in, his forehead nearly brushing yours as that signature smirk of his plays on his lips. “Damn, Y/N… You got me over here thinking I messed up, and then you go and kiss me like that?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s something deeper laced within it—something raw, something real.

You exhale a soft laugh, still feeling the warmth of his lips lingering on yours. “Maybe I just wanted to shut you up,” you tease, running a hand through his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

Jon’s grin widens, his hands still resting on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Oh, word? That’s how you feel?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, Y/N. I think you’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

You raise a brow, playing along. “And if I have?”

His gaze darkens, his fingers tightening just slightly at your waist. “Then I’d say we got a whole lot of catching up to do.”

Before you can respond, he reaches over to grab the joint resting in the ashtray nearby, taking a slow drag before bringing it to your lips. “Here,” he murmurs, voice dripping with something dangerously smooth. “Relax a little. We got all night.”

You hold his gaze as you take a hit, the smoke curling between you as he watches you, his eyes flicking down to your lips before dragging back up. The tension between you thickens, wrapping around you both like a slow burn.

Jon leans back slightly, exhaling, his lips curving into a lazy smile. “You always look this good when you’re high, or is it just ‘cause you’re sittin’ here with me?”

You smirk, handing the joint back to him, your fingers deliberately brushing against his. “I don’t know, Uce… Maybe it’s just you.”

His laughter is deep, rich, sending a shiver down your spine. “See, now you just gassin’ me up,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he studies you. “But I ain’t mad at it.”

You shake your head, biting your lip as you watch him. “You like the attention, huh?”

Jon leans in again, this time close enough that his nose nearly brushes yours, his voice nothing but a husky whisper. “I like it when it’s from you.”

Your heart stutters, and for a moment, all you can hear is the faint hum of music in the background and the sound of your own breathing. The world outside doesn’t matter—right now, it’s just you and him, the air thick with smoke and something even more intoxicating.

“Say the word, Y/N,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing up your arm, slow, deliberate. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”

You swallow hard, meeting his gaze, your pulse pounding in your ears. Then, with a small smirk, you whisper, “What took you so long to figure that out?”

Jon grins, and before you can say another word, his lips are back on yours, the kiss deeper, more urgent, as if he’s making up for lost time. He groans softly against your lips, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you flush against him. The warmth of his body, the lingering haze of smoke in the air, and the way his fingers tease at the small of your back all send a slow-burning heat through you.

“You tryna drive me crazy, huh?” he mumbles between kisses, his voice husky, dripping with amusement and something deeper.

You smirk, tilting your head slightly to the side as you let your fingers trail up his chest. “I think I already have.”

Jon exhales a slow laugh, shaking his head before taking another hit of the joint, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, you definitely have,” he murmurs, exhaling the smoke lazily before slipping a hand up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin back slightly. “But I ain’t mad at it, baby.”

Your breath catches as his thumb traces along your bottom lip, his touch featherlight but enough to send a shiver straight down your spine. You hold his gaze, letting your lips part slightly, teasing him just enough before you take the joint from his fingers and bring it to your lips. His eyes darken as he watches you, his expression shifting into something unreadable but entirely consuming.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” you murmur after a slow exhale, the smoke curling between you both, “and I’m gonna start thinking you want me.”

Jon chuckles, shaking his head as he licks his lips. “Oh, I been wantin’ yo’ fine ass,” he admits, his voice dropping lower, thick with something almost possessive. “Just been waitin’ for you to catch up.”

Your pulse quickens at his words, at the weight behind them, at the way his fingers are still tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the pull between you both magnetic, undeniable.

“And what happens now that I have?” you ask, arching a brow, challenging him, teasing him.

Jon grins, slow and knowing, his hands sliding down to your hips before he pulls you onto his lap, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Now? Now I finally get to show you how bad.”

His words send a spark of electricity through you, your body reacting before your mind can catch up. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly just to hear the way his breath hitches, the way his grip on you tightens.

“Damn,” he chuckles, his nose brushing against your cheek as he tilts your head, lips ghosting over yours but not quite touching. “You really been holdin’ out on me, huh?”

You smirk, your fingers still tangled in his curls as you whisper, “Maybe I just wanted you to work for it.”

Jon lets out a deep, satisfied hum, his lips finally capturing yours again, this time with even more urgency, more fire. His hands roam your body, fingertips grazing exposed skin, setting every nerve ablaze.

“Mm,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling back just enough to let his forehead rest against yours. “I don’t mind puttin’ in the work, baby. Not if it means I get to keep you right here.”

Jon’s grip tightens on your hips as he tilts his head back slightly, looking up at you with a mix of amusement and hunger. His fingers trace slow, teasing patterns along your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The warmth of his hands, the faint burn of the smoke in your lungs, and the deep pull of his gaze make your head spin in the best way possible.

“You really got me like this, huh?” he murmurs, his voice husky, rough around the edges. He smirks, exhaling a slow breath as his fingers press just a little harder into your waist. “Sittin’ on my lap, lookin’ at me like you already know what you doin’ to me.”

You bite your lip, dragging your nails gently down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “Maybe I do,” you tease, tilting your head slightly, watching his expression shift. “And maybe I like it.”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as his hands slide up your thighs, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “Oh, I know you do,” he says, his lips ghosting over your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “You playin’ it all sweet, but you been wantin’ this. I can feel it.”

Your fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. Maybe he is. The heat between you is thick, the air electric with the weight of everything left unsaid. But right now? You don’t need words.

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against yours, teasing you, making you chase the kiss. “Damn, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he pulls back just a little, enough to make you whine softly. “You really gonna make me work for it?”

You smirk, tilting your head playfully as you drag your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your lips barely touching his. “I thought you liked putting in the work?”

Jon groans, shaking his head with a laugh before finally closing the distance, kissing you with a deep, slow intensity that sends heat pooling in your stomach. His hands explore, memorizing every curve, every dip of your body like he’s wanted to do this for far too long.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “You taste too damn good, Y/N.”

Your heart pounds as you smirk, brushing your nose against his. “Must be all that smoke.”

He grins, his fingers tracing lazy circles at your waist. “Nah… it’s just you, baby.”

The way he says it, low and smooth, makes something flutter deep in your chest. You were just playing before, flirting for the fun of it, but now? Now, you can feel it. This is more than just a moment.

Jon studies you for a second, his gaze softer now, a little more serious. “What you want, Y/N?” His voice is still deep, still teasing, but there’s something genuine underneath it. Like he’s really asking.

You hold his gaze, your fingers still tangled in his curls as you whisper, “You.”

He grins, slow and satisfied, like he just won a game he was always meant to win. “Then come here, baby,” he murmurs, pulling you closer. “Let me give you what you been waiting for.”

Jon’s lips move against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger, like he’s savoring every second. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady on his lap as his tongue brushes against yours, deepening the kiss in a way that makes your head spin. 

His hands wander, sliding up your back, tracing along the curve of your spine. His touch is firm, possessive, but there’s a tenderness beneath it too—like he’s memorizing you, committing this moment to memory. When he pulls back, just slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, his breath is heavy, his eyes dark with something deeper than just desire.

His lips find yours again, this time slower, deeper, his fingers gripping you tighter like he’s afraid to let go. And you melt into him, letting yourself get lost in the moment, letting yourself feel everything.

He leans back slightly, his dark eyes drinking you in, his expression smug but soft at the same time. “So you admit it,” he murmurs, tilting his head, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your hip. “You been wantin’ me too.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can’t hide the smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe,” you tease, dragging your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “What? You need me to spell it out for you?”

Jon lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, baby. I just like hearin’ you say it.” His grip tightens on your hips as he pulls you even closer, making you feel just how much he’s enjoying this moment. “Say it again.”

Your breath hitches as his lips brush against your jaw, his voice like honey and smoke, smooth and intoxicating. “Say what?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly to give him more access, your pulse racing.

His grin grows against your skin as he places a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your neck, his tongue just barely teasing you. “That you want me.”

You let out a soft laugh, biting your lip as you slide your hands up to his shoulders, gripping them just enough to make him hum in satisfaction. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression smug. “Oh, hell yeah.” He licks his lips, his gaze dark and hungry. “But I’d enjoy it even more if you quit playin’ and told me what I already know.”

You take a deep breath, your body fully pressed against his, the heat between you undeniable. “Fine,” you murmur, dragging your fingers up the back of his neck, playing with the curls at the base of his skull. “I want you, Jon.”

The second the words leave your lips, his grip tightens, his hands sliding down to your thighs before flipping you onto the couch, pinning you beneath him. You let out a surprised gasp, but it quickly turns into a soft moan as his lips crash against yours again, this time more urgent, more possessive.

“You have no idea how long I been waitin’ to hear that,” he murmurs between kisses, his lips trailing from your mouth down to your neck, his hands roaming every inch of you.

Your head tilts back against the cushions as you breathe out, your heart pounding. “Then why the hell did you wait so long?”

Jon lets out a low laugh, his breath hot against your skin. “’Cause you play too damn much,” he teases, nipping at your collarbone. “Had to let you catch up.”

You roll your eyes, tugging at his hair just enough to make him groan. “And now?”

Jon lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. He smirks, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in so close you can feel every word as he whispers, “Now, I ain’t holdin’ back no more.”

Jon’s kiss is slow, deep, and consuming, like he’s savoring every second of finally having you in his arms. His body presses against yours, his warmth sinking into you, making it impossible to focus on anything but the way he feels—solid, strong, right. His hands explore, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before gripping you like he’s afraid you might slip away.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with something deeper than just desire. Possession. Affection. Something real. His thumb strokes your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the heat burning between you two.

“You sure you ready for this, baby?” he murmurs, his voice husky, his breath fanning against your lips.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding, but there’s no more hesitation. The tension, the teasing– it was always leading to this. To him.

You nod, looking into his eyes with a level of certainty that surprises even you. “I’m sure,” you say, your voice soft but filled with passion. “I want this. I want you. Now.”

He groans against your lips, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants, undoing them with a practiced ease. Every touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. You tug at his sweats in return, eager to get him closer, to feel all of him, and when the last barrier is gone, the world outside completely fades away. 

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, and you can feel him, feel all of him, as he enters you. Moans fall from your lips as your walls adjust to his length, entirely consuming you as he slides in deeper. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and it leaves you breathless as you both adjust to the fit.

You move together, the rhythm natural, fluid, as though you’ve been doing this forever. His groans match your own, every snap of his hips intensifying the connection between you. The way he touches you, the way he kisses you, it’s all so much more than physical. It’s about something deeper, something you both have been unknowingly craving for so long. There’s tenderness in every touch, urgency in every kiss, and beneath it all, there’s that deep, undeniable love that’s starting to take shape.

“God, Y/N,” Jon groans against your skin, his voice strained, as if it’s taking everything in him to keep control. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect.” He presses you closer, if that’s even possible, and you can feel him, feel every inch of his body hard against yours, as if he can’t get close enough. Each touch, each kiss, feels like an explosion of raw, unfiltered emotion, and as you move together, there’s an undeniable sense of belonging that wraps around you both like a cloak. His hands are everywhere, tracing the lines of your body, pulling you closer to him with every breath, every movement.

Your lips are caught in a feverish kiss, hungry yet tender, each one of his caresses sending waves of electricity through your body. His lips leave your mouth only to graze your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, making you tremble beneath his touch. There’s something about the way he kisses you, something intimate and all-consuming, that makes you feel like he’s not just touching your skin—he’s touching your soul.

"You feel so damn good," Jon murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His hands slide down your back, pulling you even closer, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours, the way he's completely consumed by this moment, this connection. His lips find the soft curve of your neck again, pressing kisses there that make you tremble, and you can’t help but moan softly.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, your voice shaky, your body vibrating with need. Every inch of you is on fire, every nerve alive with the sensations he's stirring within you. You want him, need him, and there's no turning back now.

He looks at you then, his eyes dark and filled with raw emotion. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N,” he breathes, his lips hovering near yours. “You’re mine. I’m all in. Always have been.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sincerity in his words, at the vulnerability he’s showing you. The intensity of what’s between you both only deepens, and you can feel the truth of it, settling between you like a promise.

"I’m all in too, Jon," you breathe, your voice steady now, filled with the certainty of everything you've been feeling. "Always have been."

His lips meet yours once again, and this kiss is different. It's softer, more intimate, filled with everything you’ve both been hiding—desire, love, longing. Every part of you is connected to him now, body and soul. You move together, slow and steady, savoring every touch, every kiss, like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

You can feel him, feel the depth of his affection, his love for you, and you respond with the same intensity, giving everything you have to him. The world outside doesn’t matter anymore. It’s just the two of you, here, in this moment, and nothing could ever compare to the way he makes you feel.

“Fuck, Jon…” you moan, your head falling back. “I’m–”

“I know, baby,” he groans in the crook of your neck, “I know.”

And as you move together, your bodies becoming one, there’s a sense of completeness, a feeling that you’ve found exactly where you belong. And when you finally reach the peak of that all-consuming desire, it’s more than just physical pleasure. It’s an emotional release, a release of everything you’ve been holding back, everything you’ve been too scared to say.

When you both collapse into each other’s arms, breathless and sated, you can’t help but smile. There’s no question anymore. What you’ve shared tonight is only the beginning. This is only the start of something deeper, something real. And you know that with Jon, you’ve found exactly where you’re meant to be.

[verdantwyrm]

On the topic of Mouthwashing though, I really do wish we got more time as Curly's POV to get a better understanding of the rest of the crew and their personalities.

Jimmy's pov he views Anya as weak, constantly fawning, a nervous wreck, incapable of thinking for herself. He views Swansea as this drunken, fat oaf who's never spent a day in his life being successful at anything other than one bottle down the drain away from complete spiral. He views Daisuke as his rich boy who's never had to work a day in his life and has absolutely everything— including the internship, handed to him on a silver platter. And he views Curly as this absolute. A thing to idolise, a thing to destroy, a stepping stone but also a helping hand. He utterly loves hating Curly, and he loves the hate that comes from it.

Jimmy rarely talks bad about Curly, only ever swapping the blame off himself but he never once talks badly about him the same way he does to the other crew members. Curly is his paragon, something he spent years and years of chasing, being so far and yet so close to, and when he finally feels like he could finally surpass him, or even simply be equals for once, Curly gets the opportunity of a lifetime at a job he hates. How selfish, how utterly pathetic and selfish for Curly to hate a job that makes Jimmy feel powerful. He likes it there, he is in control. And that resentment starts to truly build when Jimmy realises how selfish Curly is for wanting to escape from something that enables Jimmy so much.

But when we finally see through Curly's eyes, Anya is fun, she is enthusiastic, she loves to make jokes, she loves to draw, read, and even has what seems to be an budding relationship with Curly himself, taking to his comment about being fit to fly in her eyes like it's a common exchange of flirting between the both of them. She is at ease around him, her walls have dropped, and she feels safe to talk to him, and even attempts to try and get him to open up more to her.

Daisuke is capable, he is enthusiastic, a hard working Intern who really enjoys what he does, engineering. Curly is receptive of this, and isn't even the one to reprimanded him when he sets off the sealant foam because he can see the good in him, because he can see that he was genuinely trying to help. He never once comments about him being stupid, or lacking, or in any light that could implicate that he hasn't worked hard to get where he is, even if he did have assistance from his parents, he still met that mark of passing for internship.

And although not much is expressed with Swansea, we know that they're capable of being honest with eachother, and allow themselves to joke between the both of them. And when Curly does have to step in and act like a Captain, he even goes as far to trust the axe directly to Swansea himself. In a ship where absolutely everything has to go through him, everything needs clearance and everything needs to be triple double checked, he trusts Swansea with the axe.

And onto Jimmy, Curly can see his faults, the cracks and the damage Jimmy has on the surface, but insists on seeing something deeper within him too. Constantly reminding him that "They'll figure it out" and just to take "One day at a time" because he is genuinely reaching out to Jimmy and attempting to give him support. Despite the ugliness, he is looking at Jimmy with a lens of the bigger picture, his overall achievement of being his co-pilot, his friend. Curly was genuinely proud of Jimmy for accomplishing what he has, and acknowledges that it wouldn't have been wasted considering he has had it rough back on earth.

We can see both of their stark personalities in also how we see the ship itself. Everytime we are through Jimmy's perspective, the ship is destroyed, blanketed in a red hue constantly, it is crowded, suffocating, rusting and breaking apart at the seams. Even right before the ship is actually crashed, it is not long before his entire senses are overloaded with the red flashing lights of an emergency warning. He lives in that sunset, in that firey essence of destruction and death.

But through Curly's eyes? We see sun, clouds, happiness, warmth, we see the moon, the twinkling stars. The beauty of a lived space, the calmness and the comfort of the Tulpar. Celebrating birthdays, playing board games, reading books, enjoying life to their fullest on the ship. We know he enjoys simple food, trucker food. That caffeine keeps him up, that he refers to Polle with joy, referring to the statue as "Ponyboy", mentioning that he loves Anya's and Swansea's music choices on the radio.

And then suddenly his whole life is utterly consumed by that red, firey inferno. Constantly blaring in his eyes, burning away at his skin and even more constant reminder of the white, hot death that awaits him.

Everything in this game is through the lense of a cynical, self absorbed unreliable narrator who sees kindness as a weakness and lashes out accordingly. I would kill to have seen and experienced more as Curly, but I think the lack thereof is intentional. A nod to just how truly empty and vulnerable he has become, stripped away of all things that made him, him. Both in appearance and personality, all taken from him by the one person he thought he could trust.

[forzalando]

anyone can cook

max + cooking date - 3k celebration driver scenario for @foreveralbon !! liyah, i do not know what happened but somehow this turned into just jokes and banter. i am so sorry, i hope you still like it!!!! special bonus scene at the end that is the most unserious thing i have ever written and i apologize profusely for it but i was writing this past bedtime and couldn't get it out of my head this is the end of the 3k celebration blurbs, i am kind of sad but also feel accomplished🥹 i only had to write 6 but i am notorious for not finishing things. patting myself on the back today! pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader word count: 660 words tw: none, unless boxed pasta offends you

“MAX! I said salt the water, not create the sixth named ocean,” you said through giggles. “Here, let me help.”

You cupped your hands under his, leading him to the sink to dump a considerable amount of salt under the rushing water.

“Use about…this much,” you mumbled, tongue poking out and concentrating on dumping the granules into his hands without spilling any onto the floor. Jimmy and Sassy were weaving in between your legs and you didn’t want them tracking salt into every room or, heaven forbid, rolling around in your bed.

After guiding Max to the boiling water, you turned your attention back to your blistering tomatoes and garlic, but not before passing a cheese grater and block of parmesan over to him.

“Cooking is so much work,” he whined. “How do you enjoy this?”

“Max, you’ve literally done two things. You filled a pot with water and salted it, how many things do you have to do simultaneously while in the car?”

“That’s different, it’s fun!”

“Cooking can be fun! Cuisine is an art – it’s therapeutic, calming, and you get to eat something delicious after all your hard work!”

“Yeah, and do a million dishes,” he grumbled under his breath. You immediately shot him a steely glare and he smiled big enough that his eyes crinkled. “But I love doing dishes with you! Quality time, right?”

“Nice save, Verstappen.”

For the next few minutes you worked in tandem and in silence – Max furiously grating cheese and hissing every few seconds when he accidentally caught a finger against the sharp holes, you stirring and perfecting your sauce with ease.

The stove timer interrupted the peace and you called Max over from his place at the countertop.

“Ok, lesson number three of the evening – ”

“What were one and two?” He interrupted you, hints of hesitation and guilt in his voice. When you turned to look at him, your mouth open in exasperation, you saw the teasing look in his eye and rolled yours in return.

“If Gordon Ramsay were teaching you, you’d have been called an idiot sandwich twice and kicked out of the kitchen by now.”

“Lucky me, you’re way nicer, way more patient, and way prettier than Gordon.”

He tickled your ribcage lightly, causing you to flip a spoonful of pasta water across the room.

“New lesson number three – no tickling the chef when boiling water is nearby. Lesson number four, previously lesson number three – never trust the cook time on the pasta box. A true pasta chef also finishes cooking their pasta in the sauce, so we’re taking it out a few minutes early.”

“Wouldn’t a true pasta chef use fresh-made pasta?”

“You’re on thin ice, Max.”

He leaned in swiftly to kiss your cheek and stole the pasta spoon from your hand. “I’ll be dumping the water, I don’t want it to splash on you.”

“Don’t forget to – ”

“Reserve a cup of pasta water, where is your faith in me? I pay attention to everything you say, mijn liefje.”

It wasn’t long before you had served up plates of pasta as fresh as you could make considering you’d just gotten back to Monaco that morning, slightly burnt garlic bread because Max forgot to set a separate timer, and a mixed greens salad so Max’s trainer wouldn’t sue you for mistreatment and neglect.

“I’d say this was a very solid date night,” Max said between chews. “Thank you for teaching me and being patient with me – I take for granted how much you do for me when we’re home.” He pressed another kiss to your cheek, this one longer and messier than the one before.

You couldn’t help but grin at him, a devastatingly lovesick grin, and your stomach fluttered when he returned the exact look. He had a tomato sauce stain in the corner of his mouth and a droplet of spilled wine on his shirt but to you he’d never looked more beautiful.

bonus snippet (i couldn’t help myself, please accept my apology)

“Y/N, I cannot cook. I can count on one hand the number of times I have cooked for myself in the past ten years. I will blow up the kitchen.”

“Relax, I’ll guide you the whole way! You’ll never be near an open flame unsupervised, no sharp knives, we can even start with something simple! Pasta al pomodoro – you’ll love it!”

“When the rat said anyone can cook, he did not mean me, I promise.”

You looked at him quizzically – “Max, what rat?”

“The little French rat, not Esteban, the one who lives in the chef’s hat and makes soup for him.”

“…Are you talking about Remy? From Ratatouille?”

“I don’t remember his name, I just know you made me watch a movie one time about a French rat that could cook.”

“Ok, well, that’s an animated kid’s movie, and actually Chef Gusteau said anyone can cook, but he's right! Anyone can cook, Remy is proof, so get ready to cook on date night.”

“Thanks a lot, Remy,” Max huffed, crossing his arms in defeat.

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[citruslullabies]

Can you do one about Anya, like the Daisuke and Curly posts, please?🙏 They're very good!

Of course sweetheart!!

Anya Mouthwashing headcannons

Trigger warnings!! Miscarriage, Jimmy, obviously if you know the game I'm making subtle hints towards rape, etc etc. read with caution.

Romantic

Pre-crash Anya:

Anya is a very sweet girl honestly

She's not very big on affection - the occasional hug and kiss here and there but she's not very big on touch. Quality time is more her style

All she really needs is to sit next to you quietly, as long as you're there, she feels safe

Especially after what happened with Jimmy. She hates to be alone.

But at the same time she wants to distance herself more

And she hates it

Any time you go in for a hug, she'll flinch

It was any day in space, cold and bland like oatmeal left out on the table. But it felt better almost immediately after you saw her.. the love of your life, Anya. You smile like the sun and walk over, arms wide but.. you watch as she suddenly stops and stares at you. As if you had done something wrong.. her breathing even starts to get faster and she quickly brushes you off and leaves. Leaving you worried and confused.

You can try and try to ask her what's wrong but she isn't sure how you'd react

What if you thought she had cheated on you with her assaulter? She knew many people reacted like that sometimes

She loves you and trusts you, but she needs distance

Much to your dismay, she just suddenly keeps away from everyone one day. Even you.

You long for her little rambles about psychology and medicines

Her quiet humming as you two sit together

It hurts.

Post-crash Anya:

You knew how stressed she was

I mean, how couldn't she be? Everything has gone to shit. Their captain was mutilated on all ends.

And she seemed more afraid than ever.

She started to slowly warm back up to you, but still wouldn't tell you any explanation

No matter how much you begged or pleaded for one

But her time around you seemed different

She was more affectionate than ever before

It was almost like it was a goodbye

She'd always do small things like nudge your hand with hers and give you a weak smile every morning

Almost as if it was a silent goodbye in case she didn't make it through the day

And you finally understood why.

Platonic

Pre-crash Anya:

I imagine you two would be a bit more goofy

If she's not busy, you're just goofing around and making funny faces to make her giggle

You two probably talk about psychology a lot together and your hopes for your futures when you return home

Sometimes she'll let the occasional demented comment slip, but you never paid it much mind

She told you what happened and you were livid

But what could you do about it?? It's not like you could

You had no position of power over Jimmy, the one man who did didn't have enough of a spine to do anything to his friend

All you could do was comfort her

But she slowly but surely drifted further and further away from you, from everybody

And every day you could see her eyes more and more empty

You had noticed her feeling more and more nauseous, cramping more

She was paler

But you assumed it was due to the pregnancy. However you quickly discovered that she took enough painkillers to cause a miscarriage

You supported her and tried to comfort her

But she didn't let you

She wanted to be alone

Post-crash Anya:

After the crash, with responsibilities crashing down on her

She was tired. And you could tell

Her body barely had enough time to recover from her miscarriage before she started to take care of their captain

She was slowly killing herself at this rate

And you couldn't be any more correct.

She just got worse and worse

You swore sometimes you could see her eyes were dead but her body just barely moving

She didn't seem to care anymore

It broke your heart to find her with pills surrounding her.

Atleast your heart wouldn't stay broken for long

Thank you for requesting!!