#And... Jimmy isn't wrong
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bonezoid · 8 months ago
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jambalaya-enthusiast · 8 months ago
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Can I ask for Headcanons/Scenario with the crew members where it's a normal tulpar haul. But the reader is an extremely experienced captain of another ship,and they're older,more built and more strict. Like think 6'7,built like an extreme weightlifter,very classy and formal.
And they're on the tulpar to look after everything because it's an incredibly important shipment? What would the crew members reactions be to the reader appearing very strict,no-nonsense,cold and condescending. But once they get close, the reader is actually very nice.
also can it be a male reader? Thank you! I love your writing. <3
Melting the Ice away.
Crew Members x Male! Older! Strict! Reader. [ Reader is a high ranking captain of another pony express ship ]
a/n; this ask was basically buried deep in my inbox,i was just scrolling through and found it.
Tulpar! Captain,Curly.
Oh boy,and they used to say that curly was the most able employee at pony express. Clearly they lied,Cause LOOK. AT. YOU.
For the first time in his career,he felt intimidated.
The way you basically hovered over him,gave him chills ngl.
He admires you so fucking hard, your efficiency ,your capability, and your experienced nature. you need something? Grant Curly is on it!... He found himself trying to... Impress you???
He was basically always looking for your approval at things,no matter how small or trivial it was. He needed your opinion.
He was also starting to wonder wether or not the feeling of intimidation... was rather something else.
He is definitely feelin a lil somethin somethin.
When he actually got to know you,and saw how kind and sweet you actually were. This guy just fell,he fell guys,he just fell.
Co-Pilot, Jimmy.
Manz is PISSED.
He is freaking LIVID,as if Curly wasn't already enough,bossing him around.
He'll never ever admit it to anyone,but he was basically scared of you,of how... Domineering you were.
He is jealous of how put together you were,always effortlessly classy.
He couldn't decide whether he wanted to be you,or wanted to be with you.
He didn't even notice it,but you found him staring,so intently that it actually concerned you.
Whenever you would try to interact with him he'll make up an excuse and run away.
But he,too wanted to get on your good side.
He'll die before ever admitting it,but he was craving your praise so fucking bad.
He is just dying on the inside,he desperately wants to hear you call him a 'Good Boy'.
Maybe he'll have to impress you some other way,who knows?
Nurse, Anya.
Let's be fr,the first time Anya saw you,her heart skipped a bit. I mean c'mon! Can you blame her? She doesn't see handsome, capable, disciplined male colleagues on the regular,does she?
Cut her some slack for staring! She can't help herself for wanting to admire you!
Like the others,she also tries her best to live up to your expectations,to be on your good list. She tries to make sure all your needs are met,(which aren't even bothersome,you prefer to do things your own anyway) but she always insists upon helping you out!
You began to notice that no matter who else wasn't around,Anya was always there in the corner of your eye. Was she... Following you around?
By Gods,she can't help it! No other person on the ship is as pleasant to be around as you! She feels at ease when she's with you. And you don't mind.
When she finally gets to know the real you, the butterflies in her stomach settle down into something even more soothing and calming.
Her puppy crush is beginning to grow,maybe someday in the near future, she'll ask you for things, beyond the professional limit.
Mechanic, Swansea.
He is just glad that there is someone on this godforsaken ship who has the screws in their head straight.
He does feel a bit relaxed that he doesn't have to worry about things going wrong with you onboard.
He sometimes has you deal with Daisuke instead. More relaxation time for him.
He can count on you. And he likes you the best on the ship.
Doesn't shy away from praising you in front of others.
Intern,Daisuke.
"WOWZER MISTER YOU'RE SO COOL!".
He was a bit scared of you at first,but quickly warmed up to how refreshing you were.
You were strict,yes. But not as much as Swansea. You never scolded him,or complained about him to others.
Instead you always, efficiently taught him how to do things properly.
The way you spoke,the way you presented yourself. He didn't find it strange how his other, older, colleagues were swooning over you either.
Grew to like you the best on the ship as well,always right by your side.
He does think you're hot,but is intimidated pretty easily.
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usagifuyusummer · 5 months ago
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Best friends or something...
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Feeling so much like a dead corpse lately. It's probably the stress of the semester... and being mistreated/ underappreciated a lot. Still, I'll manage.
Happy Valentine's Day to those who celebrate it, by the way! It's a coincidence that I drew something mildly mushy on the occasion, lol. It wasn't really my intention. Just gotta let these thoughts (Toxic YAOI LMAO) about them out, and then I can get back to business. If you're confused, that's just how I draw younger Jimmy and Curly. What an odd pair of friends(?)...
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itsallmouthwashing · 7 months ago
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Mouthwashing/ Star trek crossover!! What if the cargo ship was encountered by the Enterprise which once again had crossed into another dimension
YES!! Ive been trying to learn at least a little about Star Trek since I've never watched it- but I really hope I did this drabble some justice! (is it a Drabble if its almost 1k words???) I plan to make it part of a larger storyline :))))) that ties in with another ask :)))))))) ehehehhehehe :))))))
Content Warning for depictions of gore closer to the end (I have plans that I cannot reveal because the haters will sabotage me)
Work under the cut. Look out for more :)
[Mouthwashing requests are SO OPEN BTW!]
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't supposed to be this way. 
He was supposed to dead. They all were supposed to be dead.
If he thinks hard enough, Jimmy can escape to a place in his mind where they are dead. One where the ship crashed, the cockpit exploded, and everyone was left to wither away in their own melted flesh and boiling fluids. He can imagine this place is heaven, or hell, or some other afterlife that turned out to be the true resting place of pure and wicked souls alike. 
The platform is unfamiliar- unlike anything Jimmy’s seen- and his 4 person crew surround him like he’s some sort of center piece, each phasing in like someone is slowly turning up their opacity to 100. The glass below his shaking legs bleeds with blood unspilled. In another life, he sees the bodies on the ground, lifeless and breathless, bleeding and broken, boiled and torn. 
Everyone is here.
Everyone is alive. 
And there’s someone behind a bright console, looking at them with such stoicism on his pale yellow face one could think he’s a robot. 
“Hello,” he says, and everyone’s heads whip to him. 
“Hello,” says Curly, stepping forward through his position behind Jimmy. He glances around at the long lights that illuminate the half cylinder they’re in. “Who are you?”
“My name is Data.” The man steps out from around the console. “Who are you?”
“I’m Curly, Captain of the Tulpar. I think we… uh… crashed into your ship. We’re terribly sorry-”
“Please, Captain Curly of the Tulpar. Do not apologize. We should be the one’s apologizing to you.”
“We?”
Curly glances over his shoulder, his chest tightening with suspicion and guilt at the act of being suspicious. He has no reason at all, but there’s an itching at his brain stem that won’t go away.
On cue, someone in a red and black long sleeve walks through a set of sliding doors. Daisuke winces at the mechanical whirr. It’s so much louder than the doors on Tulpar. 
“Greetings, fellow travelers. I am Captain Piccard of the Enterprise.” He gestures around. “Terribly sorry for the unexpected beam. I hope everyone is alright.” He extends his hand with a small smile towards Curly and the taller man takes it tentatively. 
“Captain Curly, of Tulpar. A pleasure. Um,” he takes his hand away and pulls his arms tight across his chest, “Why are we here? What happened?”
Piccard takes a deep inhale before speaking. His eyes only glance down to the floor for a moment before looking back up at Curly. “This is not easy to explain.”
“I could explain, Captain.”
“No, thank you, Data. To put it simply, we are from a different dimension.” Picard folds his hands in front of him and surveys the reactions of the Tulpar crew; shock, glee, curiosity, and wonder, all mixing in the features. “We were charting a course to the next location when we suddenly encountered a wormhole. I believe it spit us out directly in your ship’s course, landing you right in one of our thrusters.” 
“I see. Is everyone-”
Fire erupts on Curly’s skin, spreading quicker than his synapses can fire and get him into action. The pungent smell of burning rot fills the teleporter room and funnels out into the hallway as Piccard rushes out, yelling a name no one understands through the panic- Curly’s panic, his screams, his anguish bouncing off the walls and threatening to shatter all the glass in the room.  Data pulls a fire extinguisher from a far wall and deploys the foam, but the fire doesn't go down until Piccard rushes back in with someone with pointed ears. She moves to dump a large bucket of water onto him but the Enterprise’s captain stops her when fire suddenly dies out. Almost like someone simply blew out a candle. 
His skin is gone, his nerves singed and charred as his now black clothes cling to exposed muscle. His left eye trickles down his chin, catching in a spot burned all the way to his jaw bone.
Captain Piccard steps in front of him, instinctively going to catch Curly by the shoulders before the moment registered in his mind. He keeps his hands in front of him when he says, “Captain, you’re going to go into shock.” Curly tries to nod. “You’ve probably lost a lot of feeling so don’t be alarmed, we’re going to lay you down-” More people rush into the teleporter room as distant shouting comes closer surprisingly fast. Four people in black and blue uniforms come in with a board to lay Curly’s now unconscious body. One of them puts something below his legs to elevate them, and he’s carried out of the room just as swiftly with Piccard following after them.
Data finishes speaking with someone else in a yellow top and turns to the remainder of the crew. “We will have time for formal introductions later. For now, please follow me.”
“Where are we going?” Jimmy seems to be the only one able to speak. Anya stares at the doors with wide, horrified eyes. She’s trying to astral project herself out of the room and down the hall because she’s paralyzed from the eyes down but she needs to go with him. She’s the nurse, she’s responsible for their health. She needs to-
“Our medical crew will take much time and care treating your friend. I wish to take the four of you to a place where you can rest while the Captain is occupied.”
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axelsapothecary · 9 months ago
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I just watched a full letsplay of Mouthwashed. Spoilers (kinda). Mostly just me talking about Daisuke because I saw him and went "Am I relating to his struggles or feeling attraction to him" When it was a worse, third thing (both)
I need someone to kill Jimmy. Not maim. Not traumatize. Just straight murder. Let me at him I swear I will hurt him. He will become rotting vomit under my command. I need to KILL him. Under NO circumstances should he be left alive. Jimmy must DIE IMMEADIATLY.
Less spoilers and more just making sure that nobody consumes anything for the game without seeing the story first. I love Daisuke. He's just a himbo frat boy that wants to be something but doesn't know what. I love him (platonically and romantically) and need him (carnally and platonically). Do you understand the emotions I am experiencing.
Also like I feel you Daisuke. I'm a young adult that has no clue where life is going and don't know how to get to that "finish line" that other people are talking about. I too want to impress the people around me, so I'm seen as something other than aimless.
I want him to understand that we have time. He had time. He could've been something that felt better than the finish line. He wasn't destined to be aimless.
I want Daisuke to know that Swansea was already proud of him. Because he had a life to live. He just needed a chance to live it. Swansea knew Daisuke could've been a better man than him. He was looking back from across the finish line and saw Daisuke trying to follow. He wanted you to live, Daisuke.
Everyone (understandably) focuses on Anya. I do too. Anya gets the right to do whatever she wants forever. She should be allowed to murder Jimmy in cold blood to raucous applause. She should be allowed to tear his heart out of his chest to show him how it feels for your body to be violated and have no way of stopping it.
But I also can't stop thinking about Daisuke for the strangest reason (I relate to him and that scares me) (What levels of danger am I willing to put myself in so I can feel accepted) (How will I reach the finish line when I don't even know where it is) (I know what it's like to not be taken seriously because you're not broken by the world yet and how isolating it feels to be overlooked)
Can you tell I am nowhere near ready to be handling the emotions that this game has left me with.
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ask-purgatory-tulpar · 5 months ago
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"Hello, hello, this is quite fear inducing. Uhhh, do you guys want anything? Jimmy doesn't get to respond, die again please." -🐶
We're fine! I think. Uhmmmm, yeah. Things are mostly great.
I'll see what I can do about that last bit...
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batsnsupes · 7 months ago
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britneyshakespeare · 9 months ago
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i am at the looking-at-dolls-as-self-soothing part of the night. i definitely wanna beef up my bratz collection since unboxing my alwayz bratz yasmin was just like... oh... oh man... and... and i didn't think it'd be like that for me man i didn't think i had as much nostalgia for bratz as i actually do not just buy owning some but by touching them and playing w their clothes and their hair.
and one of my issues of course is that i'm a redhead and as a redhead my Default Lookalike Doll is meygan (not that having a doll that looks like you is the most important part of bratz, but it is so much of the fun right? the fact that there's a character out there for just about everyone?). and i like meygan as a character well enough, that's not the issue. but of the meygan dolls that have been reproduced, there's none of them that are like, hardcore needs for me except for sweetheart meygan. and i did not buy sweetheart meygan in time. i was not really collecting at that point. that was like 2022. i had a few... na na na surprise dolls at that time. which is funny bc i have four of those that i got all either on clearance or w giftcards and i do really like them even though a lot of doll collectors thought they were kinda dumb, and they were. i just liked the gimmick of the fabric bodies and there were just enough dolls i thought were really cute that i kinda caved at one point. i also knew it was a brand i wouldn't go overboard with. anyway. we were talking about meygan...
sorry meygan back to you girl. i know original 2000s bratz that have not yet been reproduced at crazy expensive on the secondhand market and it's genuinely out of control. but sweet heart meygan, both the repro and the original, are selling for triple digits on mercari, ebay, what have you. that's just ridiculous. frankly. i'm not buying her at that. i don't even like her enough to hunt for her regularly, if that's how it's gonna be. there are plenty of more readily-available bratz dolls that are either regular retail price or clearancing online andin stores. did you guys know alwayz bratz jade is going for 15 bucks on amazon right now? that's crazy. the other always bratz dolls aren't going for that low if they're even marked down yet. that release wasn't even that long ago. anyway i'm thinking of getting jade from that line bc i know some ppl thought that alwayz jade was a let-down, but i thought she was cute. yasmin was my favorite from that line and that's why i got her but jade was my second fave there easily.
i also wanna get the kumi they reproduced sometime and maybe girls nite out cloe since i see she's still available. it's funny there aren't that many core girls i've wanted from the repros but if i go for any of the cloes, new or old, it's gotta be girls nite out. cloe isn't even usually my favorite character no offense blondes she's just kinda. she's just kinda cloe to me. idk i love her but i'm not gagged over her most of the time. these are still bratz standardz we're talking about here so obviously i love her.
there's nothing going on in the world right now other than my bratz dolls. and if someone we won't mention wins the election, i'm definitely going doll crazy. i'm gonna be buying dolls after this anyway, but i'm gonna justify spending an unusual, nearly-irresponsible amount of money. you know. bc i'm an adult and i can.
hey also and of all the lines they could've reproduced why is their most recent slumber party? why? why? when the poll posted by mga had tokyo a go go WINNING? bc tokyo a go go is the correct option? i mean the slumber party line is cute and i like the base dolls and the accessories especially the stuffed animals are cute. but. everyone knows the bratz audience these days is adult collectors. which adult collectors are losing their minds over dolls in pajamas and bathrobes? again they're CUTE. but why. also why did they reproduce bratz babyz when those things were nightmare fuel
#tales from diana#yeah and i have the jimmy paul pride two-pack w roxxi and nevra arriving tomorrow :)#i'm still probably gonna buy all these dolls i'm talking about at some point but i'm just gonna space them out#now is a pretty good time to be a budding bratz collector bc there have been AFFORDABLE OPTIONS once again#but they are not all that way#and i'm so happy for my own sake that i had no emotional investment w the mean girls dolls bc that shit was ridiculous#fuck mga for that one for real#yeah the bratz i have now are the alwayz yasmin and the campfire felicia repro#i should've unboxed felicia first bc i honestly like her better and her hair (being braided) would've been way less of a mess#i have to wash yasmin's hair and im worried about it bc i've never washed doll hair before#but i'm gonna be so honest w you. the state that shit was in? was borderline unacceptable. lol#it's so hard and gelled that i cannot just brush it or anything#the back ie what you could not see in the box is especially nasty... like come on#the alwayz bratz as much as i do like them overall are not the same quality as 2000s bratz. i have to say#not just bc they don't come w a second outfit but the fabric quality and construction just isn't what it used to be#they're still good dolls don't get me wrong. but i feel like they're less pressured bc of how cheap barbies are nowadays#they don't have to put in the same elbow grease to be 'better'#anyway i'm glad i'm talking about bratz dolls which are the only thing that matter in the world to me right now#la la la la la i'm plugging my ears. la la la la la nothing is going on#i have to get a sasha at some point too but idk which one i want? and i want one that's on shelves now not a secondhand. not dealing w that#i think i'll hold onto the hope of tokyo a go go being reproduced bc that's one of my favorite sashas. & she's the best in that line imo#her hair and makeup are just gorgeous and her outfit is adorable#that's like peak sasha and peak bratz to me#but i also like the new pretty n punk sasha. idk. i will wait for suuuuure. don't rush diana#i don't think i wanna have more than one doll of any character before i have a more extensive bratz collection#so who i choose to get for the core 4 is vital... i'm happy w my current yasmin though. the other 3 are kinda up in the air
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cursedwerewolf · 2 years ago
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at this point i'm convinced that not only does jimmy not know lister very well, he actually doesn't know him better than the fans do
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arttsuka · 7 months ago
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'Curly should have done something, literally anything!' ok, what? People forget that he had less than 24 hours (edit: not less than 24 hours, less than 36 hours) to do 'something'. Also he quite literally started talking to Jimmy, he just did so as a friend (and let him go too easy, he should have pressed more). What happened after was totally unpredictable, he couldn't have known
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unnamed-atlas · 1 year ago
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Having brain worms. What if uhhhhhh SOS Mianite au
#this is a fully undeveloped idea but it is simmering#initial thoughts. mog is so champion of ianite. fwip is dianite's.#I'm not convinced of who mianite's is yet but i feel like sausage is desperately vying for the role and getting repeatedly rejected#oli ends up as a reluctant ianitee. he was originally a dianite follower but dianite found him annoying and was a dick so oli ditched him.#ianite finds him funny and decides to pick him up and now he's trying very hard not to mess it up bc she actually respects him#joel would claim not to need any stupid god until he sees how much fun fwip is having causing problems on purpose with dianite and gives in.#his wife joining up with dianite probably also doesn't desuade him in that department#jimmy isn't particularly keen on any of them. he's off doing his own thing#katherine feels very classic mianitee to me.#I've got mixed feelings on Pix. i kind of feel like he should be on his own thing (priest? wizard? something like that)#if not he's ianitee i think. but it takes him awhile to commit#joey's dianitee. eloise feels ianitee to me. shubble probably mianitee.#is that everyone? i think that's everyone#idk if this would be a scenario where the world/plot was more based on mianite or sos honestly#maybe a healthy mix.#do we keep the death/fate coin element? idk idk maybe not? but it doesn't feel like sos without some hardcore element#gotta sit on it#this is the first time in a long time I've just done like straight up stream of consciousness brainstorming in the tags of a post huh#feels very 2020#OWEN I FORGOT OWEN. UH. i feel like he might help balance out the mianite team. i can't put it into worlds but it feels right#he's the type of guy that you look at and immediately think dianite and you're wrong#but i could be tempted to switch him and joey. cause joey did have the whole prison thing in sos which is very mianite#even if he's generally the most dianitee guy i have ever fucking seen#i. i also forgot scott.#embarrassing. I've been watching him the longest and he's the only one on this list I've actually written into mianite crossovers before#uhhhh anyways he feels very true neutral to me. he's another one who i feel like maybe he should be off doing his own thing#if not probably mianite#this is such a mess lmao#i had to put the idea down somewhere before my head exploded sorry
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television-overload · 1 year ago
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Did Jessica's dad like Jimmy? I need to catch up on the show also I'm glad they didn't have them break up I know how the original NCIS show doesn't let the main cast have romance which is sad my Tiva ship was robbed.
He was polite but low-key trying to break them up for most of the episode, because Jimmy didn't fit with his plan for Jessica's life (becoming team leader overseas or something of the sort, big promotion)
But he came around to it eventually, after Jess had a talk with him about how she's happy in D.C. and her plans might have changed
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neganium · 2 months ago
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ough why is iruma not updating on mangadex. I do not like the double-page spreads being shrinkydinked on other websites, but I'm missing out and I didn't like it and I couldn't take it anymore.
#iruma's not one of the ones that got got by the dmca shit so I don't understand what the problem is#ig the posters might be scared? or they're busy. or they got banned for some reason or another#but there's more than one person that posts these so I don't get it...#as far as I can recall there isn't yet an official english release of the iruma manga; I feel like I would've seen it if there was#so I don't get it at all...#I hope detco doesn't encounter the same problem; I prefer the scanlation to the official release bc the official release still insists-#upon using entirely the wrong names for everyone. or mostly everyone anyways. I can't fucking stand all the richards and jimmys#I won't tolerate such nonsense; it's far too old-fashioned to keep pretending that the japanese series doesn't take place in japan; idiots#even the dub apparently is better about that; it just started back up recently I think. tho it's only the movies so far#need to find good subs for movie 24 still... god why is that such a hard thing to find; it's so old that you'd THINK it'd be easy by now#but fuckin NOPE. ugh#anyways I was uh. talkin about iruma. when update on mangadex??#mangadex is easier and I don't think all of the series I was reading were affected; in fact I've only been able to confirm two so far#one I hadn't been following for very long but the other was a manhwa that I'd been reading for a while and hadn't caught up in a bit#before the original translation group decided to go belly-up... and that's BEFORE everything got removed I think#worse still; they were translating Another series I was a bit more into and was trying to keep up with; one that I don't think I could find#anywhere else. not that I could find the first thing anywhere else either; except for in expensive mediums probably....#ugh it's hard to be a fan of things when said things keep repeatedly getting taken away from me
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requiesticat · 8 months ago
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"people just wanna hurt their blorbo"
There's a difference between hurting a character and reducing them to little more than a docile animal, forcing them to undergo painful operations that permanently disable them against their will. Regarding the screenshot: people can disagree with me all they want, but downplaying this, treating it like some kind of fun game is bizarre.
In the mid-1900s, mental health was not widely understood. Lobotomy is a common medical practice that dates back to that century. Patients were transferred to sanitariums against their will, mistreated by doctors, and the poor conditions of these places exacerbated their conditions, causing countless deaths, leading to suicides. Electroshock therapy is another method later used for the purpose of torture. What lobotomy involves is strapping someone down, drilling through their skull, and removing parts of the brain connected to lobes. Patients often required care for the rest of their lives, former personalities destroyed.
Regardless of how the surgery is performed, this is something that's killed real people. To dehumanize Jimmy like that just because you hate him is horrible. To draw a mentally ill man getting beaten up, tortured, and mistreated as many Mouthwashing fans unabashedly have isn't a form of justified revenge. Curly's state after the Tulpar crashes severely limits him to an extent where he relies on medication just to survive and is in contant pain, unable to talk or move independently, needing to be spoonfed. The swap AU (where Jimmy gets caught in the crash instead of Curly) is one thing... because it opens the venue for mature conversations about losing agency. That's the exception. Normally I'd say that I can't believe this trend is catching on. Knowing what fandoms are like nowadays, though, it doesn't really surprise me anymore.
I'm not usually a person who can feel distressed by any form of art, but all lobotomized Jimmy content is so disturbing in its nature I just can't stay silent. If you think that THIS is your perfect "good ending" for Mouthwashing, you're a hypocrite. Cause, hey. You "fixed him". He's peaceful now. Everyone's happy. The problem's gone. Congrats! Your problem solving skills are even WORSE than Jimmy's. Now pat yourselves on the head and make this shell of a human smile to Curly like its not the most disturbing thing you can do.
No person diserves to get ripped off the thing that makes us humans. Personality. Ability to think. Espessially no one deserves it done by a person you trust. Your friend. Your captain.
If this was an another story, I wouldn't say a thing. But it's Mouthwashing. A game which has taking responsibility as one of its themes. A game that shines with the depiction of characters' personalities. A game that makes you feel every thought of Jimmy as a central part of its experience.
And lobotomy?
Its not a "happy end". Not "fixing". Its cruelty. Not nessessary, deliberate cruelty that doesn't compare to Jimmy's impulsive cruel decisions in any way possible.
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bodhiscurls · 23 hours ago
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you didn't kiss me goodbye. ( clark kent )
after an arguement with your boyfriend, clark kent does the unthinkable. he doesn't come home, doesn't kiss you goodbye and doesn't return until its midnight and you've fallen asleep on your sofa. good job, clark still has the goodnight kiss to redeem himself.
clark kent x fem! reader
themes: accusation of cheating, lack of trust in this relationship (on both ways- also wrong, reader and clark are just miscommunicating idiots) jealous clark, angst, mainly angst, but fluff ending! (inspired by this request)
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it starts with a sandwich- well, two of them.
jimmy had caught you standing in line at the cafe, smiled a sweet tune and before you could stop him, his phone had pinged with that familiar apple pay notification that caused you to awkwardly blush, thank him appropriately and then proceed to run away.
you were just on a quick lunch break, heading out to pick up something for you and clark when your co-worker cornered you. jimmy is nice, he's friendly- a little bit weird sometimes but you've never felt afraid of him- this little crush he has on you just seems very sweet and that's all it is. a little crush.
and all seems well enough when you return back to the daily planet. you find clark still hunched in the same position you left him in, head buried into the glare of the computer screen. and when he feels your fingers run through his hair, tugging at the sensitive spots he loves, he lifts his head upwards and shoots you a look of pure adoration and it melts right through you.
"hey baby," he murmurs fondly, and from where you're perched up on the side of his desk, he drags you straight into his lap. you've never been big on pda but something about clark kent- your 6'4, 200lb hot nerd of a boyfriend has you doing a lot of things you usually wouldn't do. you lean into his embrace for a second before placing your hands on his chest, patting him gently.
"come on, munch time- you need to get something in you or you'll crash out," and you make work of unwrapping his sandwich. and when he sends you that lazy smirk, like he's biting back his laughter at his own joke, your eyes widen and clamp his mouth shut with a hand over it swiftly.
"do not," you whisper, blushing a violent red, "say what i think you're about to say," and he muffles an innuendo against the back of your fingertips before pressing a kiss to the hand smothering him. you let go when it looks like he's going to behave himself and make a move to stand.
"eat," you pat his shoulders gently, "i'll swing by when you're done," and he furrows his brows, gripping your waist and drawing you to him.
"stay," he mumbles into your stomach, hugging you as he's still seated in his chair. you slide your fingers through the soft curls of his hair again and he leans back, sighing in bliss.
your sweet sweet moment is cut in half- literally sliced when the voice of jimmy olsen grates at your ears and you wince as you feel your boyfriend tense below you.
"hey kent! you should join us next time, enjoy the sandwiches- my treat!" he hollers as he strolls past clark's desk, sending you the biggest grin you've ever seen stretched on his small face and you groan. when he disappears from view, you open your eyes at clark, hoping to find a teasing grin but there's nothing there. literally nothing, just a glare of pure steel focused on the mark where jimmy has left, scorching the spot with a burning disdain.
"clark," you start slowly, grabbing his chin to face you upwards again. he looks away begrudgingly and into your nervous eyes. "we've been over this, jimmy is a friend- our friend!" and part of you feels annoyed that this isn't the first time you've had to remind him.
"friend is a stretch, i hate the way he looks at you," he grumbles, swiftly moving the sandwich with his pen- not even his finger as though it would kill him to touch it- and straight into the bin. a startled gasp leaves you as your eyes widen in shock at the outright revenge and you tap his chest lightly.
"clark!"
"what?" he stares at you and you cross your arms in a protective stance.
"jimmy is just a friend- we've been over this!" you whisper exasperated, aware that you're still at work and in public.
"he's a boy," clark rolls his eyes, "and he looks at you like i look at you," he growls with a pointed glare. you scoff, it's just a crush! a silly crush jimmy olsen has that you liken to a puppy love, knowing damn well that no one on planet earth would dare make a move on you with your absolute hulk of a boyfriend by your side.
"i don't get this way about lois and you spend a lot of your time with her," you counteract, you've abandoned that bit of jealousy long ago but in this moment, right here and now it feels only right to throw something back in his face- give you some bit of stance to face clark on with.
"that's different- you love lois!" you do, she's one of your best friends and an incredible journalist.
"and you like jimmy-"
"no i don't- i tolerate him and he's a fucking loser if he thinks he's got a shot with you, so no."
"clark," you moan, this all feels really childish and a waste of your short unpaid lunch break that could spend just eating a sandwich and kissing your boyfriend silly, "are you really jealous right now?"
"no," and he's stubborn with it, "i just think he's disrespectful like i'm right fucking here," he rolls his eyes, and when you take a step back out of his hold, he doesn't exactly reach for you- which hurts even more.
"clark, we've been over this and i'm getting real sick of repeating myself, there's nothing between us," you complain, "do you not trust me?" it's a light-hearted remark, sarcastic as it leaves your lips but you wish you could take it back once you see your boyfriend's reaction- or lack of thereof
he stills, frozen in his seat. it takes him a beat longer to reply but that beat is all you need to scoff, you detach yourself from him completely, mouth gaping open. "you really don't fucking trust me?" and it's a little louder than you'd like as the betrayal drums along your chest, matching the erratic beat on your heat and pounding in your head. there's just too much going on, too much to feel.
you're sure you've caught a few stares because clark is up in a second, gripping your wrist as he leads you to the privacy of the stairwell. you snatch your wrist back when the door slams and face him with a quiet fury, "oh my god, you've got some fucking nerve, huh?" you spit back, the anger at not being trusted pound in your veins.
"what?" he raises his voice back, he's tried to contain himself but it's too late- the stress of this article, the slimy look jimmy olsen sends your way and the betrayed glare you slice him with is overstimulating, he's loosing control.
"you don't trust me, i fucking knew it," you heave a heavy breath to yourself and his nostrils flare out air in annoyance. you've not let him speak this entire time but maybe that's the problem- he's not exactly composed himself to reassure you that this has all just spiralled out of control. but the fire you spit carries a heavier heat and clark detects this immediately.
"that sounds like you've got something to get off your chest, go on," he pushes, "lay it on me huh?" and you scoff at how big of a delusional idiot he's being, careless of your feelings and how he makes you feel so small, like you're the one with the problem. and the thing is, you can meet his fire immediately, if clark kent wants a problem- oh boy, you'll give him a problem.
you take the steps to close the distance, your fury fighting in the air as it wraps around him whole. you don't mean to increase the intensity but you need to make sure that this next sentence hits his ears and his ears alone,
"then why'd you tell lois about superman before me?" and its thundering how his heart roars in a panic.
"what?" he breathes, and you nod in fierce determination.
"you heard me," you return without skipping a beat, "you can accuse me of cosying up to jimmy- a baseless accusation by the way- for a good journalist that you are, you are a fucking idiot," you roll your eyes, "but lets talk about trust huh, why did lois know before me?"
"because she was smart enough to figure it out! we've been over this!" his restrained shout is met with a click of your tongue as you take a step back, sizing him up with a look. its also an echo of your earlier defense- you've been over the jimmy crush saga plenty and clark still worms it back up
"are you saying i'm not smart enough?" you drawl, annoyance bubbling in you and burning you whole. "first i give some loser the time of the day and now i'm too dumb, you're really winning boyfriend of the year, kent," and it should stop him at how you've addressed him by his surname. he's never been kent, he's always been clark- your clark.
but he's stubborn as he is tall and pushes back, cornering you into the wall, "you are twisting my words," he hisses, "and it's not like i wasn't going to tell you eventually."
you place a hand on his chest, not lovingly like you usually do but to stop him. you're not about to be backed up against the wall for a fight you did not start.
"and how was i supposed to know that?" you speak, "am i supposed to just what-" and the glint in your eyes is murderous, "trust you?" you squint and clark knows there's no way out of this for now.
he stands, feet apart holding his head high, and you scoff knowing you're the one who's going to have to break, to level this or you won't come out of this alive.
"look," you breathe but he still hasn't looked at you, "we're going to go back inside, we're going to carry on our day like the professional working colleagues that we are, then we are going to go home and you're going to tell me what the fuck is really going on, because this has spiralled out of control," you wait to hear clark's stoic murmur of approval, like he usually does when you reach the height of an arguement but it doesn't come.
"clark?" you pull him out of his thoughts and force him to look at you. "look honey, i'm sorry, i've said some nasty things in the moment and i know we've been over the lois drama- i shouldn't have brought it up again," and it's true, part of you is over it- you argued over it back months ago where you didn't take clark back after weeks of grovelling. it was petty you know, but you just needed some ammunition with all the jimmy nonsense he was gunning at you.
your phone lights up with an alarm, signalling the end of your lunch break and your stomach cries at the wasted time which you've not even had the chance to eat yet. "listen baby, we'll talk about this at home, yeah?" when you realise he's not going to give you a reply other than a singular nod, you plant a kiss on his cheek, heading back onto the floor and straight to your desk.
you don't miss the small smile lois lane sends your way and you return it back. this isn't her fault in the slightest and she's been nothing but the best of friends to both you and clark. you almost hate yourself the tiniest for dragging her into that ugly arguement in the stairwell, but being accused by your boyfriend after dating him for an entire year for being untruthful wasn't exactly on the board for your tuesday lunch time plans.
the rest of the day ends in a blur, you focus on your article and at how your grumpy lover sits a few desks away, hardly looking in your direction. five o'clock hits and you get ready to pack up all your things in your bag, the still packaged sandwich from earlier sits there like a painful reminder and you stick it in the small fridge under your desk for tomorrow's lunch. in this economy, you're not about to lose your boyfriend and your lunch, god what a wreck.
and when you walk past your boyfriend's desk you're met with pure emptiness. your tote slouches in a growing fatigue on your shoulder, already carrying the weight of tonight and then your eyes settle on a yellow post it, blinding in your vision.
"needed some space. you take the car, drive safe."
and you scoff, crumple it up between your fists and dump it in his bin alongside the pesto and mozzerella sandwich from earlier. the keys are hidden in his top drawer and you snatch them in a wave of annoyance- less anger than before and make your way to the parking lot.
the drive home feels a lot slower without your boyfriend humming along to the songs, interlocking your hands across the control panel and telling you off handed comments about his day. you sit in silence, unbothered to connect your phone to the bluetooth mode and just drive and drive and drive.
you don't go home immediately, choosing to clear your head and his fuel tank before you land at your apartment door.
it's seven pm and the house is untouched, you got off work two hours ago and there's still no sign of clark. as soon as you've set foot through the door you drop your tote to the floor and shrug off your coat, letting it land wherever next to your bag before dragging yourself to the sofa.
there's no messages on your phone, no inkling of where your other half is and it hurts you. this is classic clark behaviour, clark who runs away when things get hard and he doesn't know what to do- the only difference is, and you feel it with every tick of the clock hands that warn your ears, he's never not come home like this.
seven pm turns to eight pm and then to nine, and somewhere along the lines where you try to sit up and wait for him, sleep decides to take you in an easier feat and when you close your eyes, clark is still the one you see and call home.
. . .
you don't hear the turn of locks, or even the soft sound of shoes shuffling at the door. sleep has been kind on you and taken the exhausation out of your system, gently lulling you to a clearer conscious and its only when your airborne you begin to stir.
"clark?" you murmur, the sleep heavy in your voice it kind of comes out as a grunt.
"hi, honey," he whispers, careful not to be too loud. his body is warm against yours, he carries you like a baby, your head is up against his chest as your legs have wrapped around his waist. one of his arms comes across your back and the other just at the back of your thighs. your body could remember every single sensation he's ever sent you by heart, that you relax into his touch, melt into the warmth because in his arms you've never felt safer.
he takes you into your bedroom and lies you on top of the bed, onto your side before he leaves to change and joins you on the other side. the lights are off, and there's something unresolved in the air- clark hoped to apologise tonight for being the biggest idiot on the planet but seeing you asleep on the sofa? waiting for him? god he deserves longer to wallow in his regret and pity.
"clark?" you call out for him in a mumble and he softens, guilt filling his blood in every vessel, pumping like its trying to break free.
"babydoll, i'm sorry," he breathes, the apology lingers in the air before you speak again, slightly more awake but still tired.
"you didn't come home," you whisper, rolling over to face him, "you've never done that before," and the silence that follows is thick. he reaches out to brush a rogue tendril of hair out from your face and behind your ear. your mouth parts open at the touch, a look of sadness wavering over your features and he closes his eyes, wincing.
"i needed some space," he starts and you interrupt him.
"you couldn't have called? or texted? or passed by my desk and just let me know? i'm your girlfriend clark, if you need space you can just trust me to respect it," and its that damn finnicky word all over again. trust. clark does trust you more than anything, than anyone, he was just a gigantic jealous idiot who let his mouth run quicker than his brain could catch up and reprimand him.
" you're right," he speaks low, "you're right. i should've let you known but a large part of me was fucking embarrassed of how i acted. i'm ashamed i even implied the worst of you," he closes his eyes, hiding from his earlier regret, "i do trust you, with my whole life i just- oh god, i'm just a dick and i'm sorry, i'm sorry for even raising my voice at you earlier god, who does that? and the jimmy thing was immature, i know you'd never be dishonest with me i just got wrapped up in it and unfairly took it out on you," somewhere during his spiel, you've lifted a hand to his cheek, cupping it softly.
"thank you for being honest with me now," you mumble and he takes the cue to move closer to you, bodies almost touching.
"and you have every right to still bring up lois- if it bothers you still, we can talk through it again and again if that's what you need then that's something i'll keep being sorry for," his reply is earnest, he mustve practised it on the way home, you think and you nod slowly, sleep creeping in on you.
"clark honey, couples fight-"
"i don't want to," he counteracts immediately and you just start groaning until he gets the hint to stop speaking and let you finish.
"i said couples fight," you repeat yourself firmly, "i said some mean things to, like i didn't mean to call you an idiot but i did, so i'm sorry-"
"i believe you called me a fucking idiot," he teases and you level him with a stony look.
"okay wise guy, you also tried to call me a cheater,"
"which i apologise profusely for, it was incredibly disgusting of me to even insinuate that-"
"and then i forgive you," you lazily return, "we'll talk more on this tomorrow i'm tired, clark."
"okay," he surrenders, he can wait for the morning to come and make it up to you properly, apologise and grovel when you're alert enough to understand the weight he's trying to lift from you. "you know that i do trust you though right? i didn't mean-"
"clark," you whine, throwing your leg over his and borderline climbing on him, using him as your pillow and trying to find a good spot for you to fall back asleep. "i know that and i said we'll talk about this tomorrow, go to sleep," you beg.
he lands a kiss to your temple and murmurs a goodnight and you pause with a frown.
"kiss me goodnight properly," you moan and he does, letting his lips press to yours a moment longer than usual, melting in all the words he doesn't know to formulate but hopes you can feel it burn through him and you hum in approval.
you nestle into his hold, he wraps you up tighter, putting you in your favourite position which is having your ear pressed up against his heartbeat as your body rises and falls with the soft breaths of his chest. he thinks you've finally fallen back asleep again before he lets out a final sigh, but then you're mumbling- to yourself more likely and clark tries to bite back the laugh this time.
"jimmy olsen, you know," and it comes out as a sleep filled, drooling mumbling scoff, "couldn't have at least given me more credit and said bruce wayne." the chuckles escape him and he knows you're not even going to remember that you believe you could've bagged batman tomorrow- but hey, you managed to get superman on his knees so there's real strong potential.
tomorrow comes and clark is going to do everything he can to make it up to you, and that includes secretly killing jimmy olsen before breakfast.
riya saying hi: hii 🥺 my sole purpose in life feels like its to provide clark angst and when its requested- i fear i may have to step up and prove myself LOL anyways, i hope you enjoyed this, it was based off a request i linked at the top if you want a little more context. to op, i hope this is similar to how you expected it- again, i don't really take requests i get nervous and overthink everything and think im a piece of shit, but i did like this idea so didn't mind it. hope you liked & as always please let me know what you think! if you ever wanna say hi, come say hi- my inbox is always open! except to those loser anons who correct my grammar and try and remind me to include "x reader" as a tag; here's your reminder to actually check my tags because i do!!! get off my page!!! ugh sorry for the rant, enjoy the clark! because i dont actually have anything planned for him next so who knows where the wind will take me, love ya!!! xxx
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PRI'S FIC RECS : SUPERMAN EDITION.
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[ ♡ ] : personal favourites.
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🎙️ i will be adding more to this list as I read :) enjoy ! and extra shoutout to the authors who wrote these <3 love you guys!! also pls feel free to dm me with more recs! i will gladly add them here :)
extra p.s these are x reader fics...i don't mind ship fics but i don't read them so i can't rec those :")
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My Hero by @jungkooklover777 [ 11k ]
synopsis : an office romance sounds good in theory but what happens when it goes according to theory?
notes : office!romance au ; me and slow burn go hand in hand.
unfold your love by @junleb [ 6.8k ]
synopsis : jimmy olsen and the mystery of two idiots who are definitely not in love
notes : coworkers!au ; cutesy, loved it!!!!
clark kent's love language by @ilyasorokinn [ 1.4k ] [ ♡ ]
synopsis : clark thinks his love language is to keep you safe. he likes to check in on you every once in a while during the day. one afternoon, his daily check-in's prove to be necessary.
notes : i loved this sm :( can i have a clark kent pls
a lesson in trust falling by @swordgrace [ 1.6k ]
synopsis : you’re not fond of flying — thankfully, your boyfriend is superman.
notes : established!relationship au ; GUYS PLS READ THIS NOW!! as someone with a bit of a fear of flying this is so perf <3
stop avoiding me by @killishin
coworkers!au ; superhero!reader
notes : VERY CUTESY!!!
take a deep breath and let the rest come easy by @indouloureux
synopsis : sometimes sunlight just isn't enough for superman to heal. so there's a reason why he comes home to you every night. 
notes : i love him ur honour.
clark kent bf texts by @writingmeraki
notes : everyone deserves a bf clark 🙏🙏🙏
LOVESICK by @hearts4hughes
notes : i love yearning. i love yearning. i love love.
spider...man? by @se7entyrell
synopsis : Your relationship with Clark told through your crippling fear of spiders, aka four times when Clark is the world's best spider-catcher.
notes : cute & sweet ☹️☹️☹️
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clark kent and the lavender skirt by @luveline [4k]
synopsis : You like to rush things. Clark takes things slow until he can’t anymore. (Or, you attempt to seduce your coworker in a series of little skirts, and while Clark falls in love with all of you, the skirts don’t hurt.)
notes : YO THE BUILDUP IN THIS HAD ME KICKING GIGGLING SCREAMING.
! SMUT SECTION [ read the warnings ! ]
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but he doesn't like me, does he? by @sillyswriting [ 12.7k] [ ♡ ]
synopsis : There was one thing you knew for sure, absolutely certain: Clark Kent didn’t like you. Not in an angry or rude way, he was still polite, still himself. But you could feel it. His body language and attitude gave everything away. Your coworkers kept insisting you were wrong, but then why did he keep avoiding you?
notes : coworkers!au ; LOVED LOVEDD THISSS YOUR HONOUR I WANT THIS PLEASE PLEASEEE
THE INTERVIEW NO ONE CAN EVER KNOW ABOUT by @louisaskywalkerani
synopsis : (yes, that one. the countertop one.)
notes : yeah. JUST YEAH. READ THIS.
untitled by @jordiemeow [ 1.9k]
synopsis : your boyfriend clark always seems to find the light in everything. but with several hard fights back to back ending in numerous civilian casualties to weigh him down, he just needs a gentle touch to soothe him and coax him back to his former brightness.
notes : cute adorable soft smut, my fave
untitled by @softvalentines
notes : yeah i get it, i soooo do. thank you for this 🙏🙏🙏🙏
clark kent masterlist by @diorchids
notes : thank you author for your service for the horny(me) bitches 🙏🙏🙏 linking your entire masterlist cause yes.
...more to come!
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