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

[tangoteck]

“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

[grace4867]

hey again pt 1 i ran outta tags lol

[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.

[yawnzshit]

PRI'S FIC RECS : SUPERMAN EDITION.

[ ♡ ] : personal favourites.

🎙️ 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 :")

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 ☹️☹️☹️

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 ! ]

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!

[messylxve]

BLAMED TENSION ──CLARK KENT!

2025!clark kent x reader 1.6k rivals to lovers

!spoiler-free for the 2025 Superman movie!

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Everything was weird now and it was all your fault. Tension through the office was high, both you and Clark walking eggshells around each other and everyone else feeling the ramifications of it. 

“So um,” Lois mumbled from behind her coffee mug. “What’s up with you and Clark?” 

The breakroom was empty save for the two of you. You were in there first, likely to get away from the conversation that hung not too far from your desk between Jimmy and Clark. Lois came soon in after, making herself an entirely too sugary cup of coffee and leaning up on the counter behind you. 

You paused your mindless invisible doodles on the old worn table. “What do you mean?” 

Looking up at the woman, she already met you with a single raised eyebrow and another sip from her mug. “Don’t play dumb with me. It’s below you.” 

You looked upward, not quite rolling your eyes but definitely wishing you were anywhere else right now. “Nothing ever gets past you, huh?” 

“Yup,” she quipped with a hint of smug left in her smile. “I can be just as stubborn as you. When I want to, that is.” 

You sighed. Looked left. Looked right. Then peeked out the doorway before motioning to the seat in front of you.  

The woman circled around you before pulling out the chair and settling in it, meeting you in the middle of where you leaned in. 

“I fucked up Lois. Bad.” 

The woman frowned, not expecting those words to fall from your mouth. The guilt in your eyes, the way your shoulders hung uncharacteristically. 

“What did you do? Clark’s…well Clark, it can’t be that bad.” 

You sighed, thinking about your words. “You remember when Perry sent me down to the basement like two weeks ago to help him with that janky old printer?” 

Lois’ brows burrowed down. “Yeah?” 

“I pretty much told him to fuck off.” 

You watched as her mouth fell open in shock before readjusting. “Why?” 

You shook your head with a shrug. “I panicked and freaked out. Like I always do. I can’t do anything right, especially when I’m like this.” 

“Like what?” 

You sighed, nibbling down on your bottom lip with hesitation. “Like…this is so dumb,” more silence came from you before you finally just pushed it out. “I think I have…feelings…for Clark…outside of the usual ‘I hate his stupid face and great interviews.’ I got stupid and didn’t know what to do with myself and my mouth moved faster than my brain and…I didn’t mean what I said.” 

Lois set her mug down on the table, visibly processing your words . “Have you considered just talking to him? Clark is one of the most forgiving people I know. I get a little worried about him because of it if I’m honest.” 

You shook your head. “I can’t. Everytime I’m around him I freeze up and over think everything and I end up saying or doing something stupid. Even if I did manage to say the right thing, maybe this is a sign or something.” 

Lois frowned. “A sign?” 

You shrugged, taking another anxious sip from your cup. “If I’m messing up now maybe it’s a sign that I’ll do it again. Clark’s just so sweet, he doesn’t deserve that. He deserves better than–,” 

Me. 

You swallowed the final word on your tongue, pulling back from the table to lean back in the chair. 

“I’m a mess. Clark doesn’t want that, trust me,” you forced a laugh, attempting to lighten the air. “I can barely deal with me.” 

Lois let out a small chuckle but it wasn’t real and you knew that. It was rather one of concern for you. A thousand words at the tip of her tongue that never made it out before she was interrupted. 

“I’m so sorry,” you looked down at your phone. “It’s my mom.” 

Lois smiled halfheartedly before nodding, taking her exit from the room. 

“Hey mom.” Your voice was tight while you seemed to wince, already coiling back from the conversation not yet had. 

“Hey sweetie, your father says I should apologize because I was apparently rude the other night, so” you heard her take a sigh, as if she was reciting something on a page. “I understand some of my words may have come across as harsh and your feelings were apparently hurt—even though what I had to say was true.” 

The line went silent for a moment outside of the quiet sound of her breathing as you waited for her to finish. But she never did. 

“Was that…all?” 

You heard her sigh from her end. “Yes. Was there anything else you wanted to hear?”

“...no Mom…thank you.”

“Mhm,” she hummed before her voice perked up suddenly. “Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about your brother’s wedding coming up next month. I was wondering if you had that plus one you promised me, a boyfriend maybe?”

“Mom,” you exclaimed, ducking your head away from the door as if anyone were to listen in. “I didn’t promise anything.”

You could practically hear her disappointment through her sigh. “Sweetie, I’m a little worried about you. When I was your age I was already married to your father and pregnant with your brother. At your rate you’ll be dying alone and me without grandkids.”

“Mom!”

“What,” she exclaimed, feigning innocence. “I’m only being realistic, dear.”

You bit the inside of your cheek contemplating something really stupid. The kind of stupid that left you already regretting your decision before it was even made. 

With a roll of your eyes and drawn out sigh, you push out your words with little care and great hesitation. “I have a date. I just–” you paused, already mentally punching yourself. “I just forgot to RSVP with a plus one.” 

There was some murmuring from her end, likely talking to your father before her voice returned to your ear. “That’s wonderful to hear, I can barely believe it!” 

You could feel the twitching of your left eye again. “Thanks mom,” you replied with a deep deadpan. 

“No really sweetie! Between your career choices and the way you present yourself, I thought this day would never come.” 

Your eyes glanced over to the window, wondering how much of a challenge it would be to leap through it.

 “I need to go.” Your response was short, eager to wrap up the conversation as any of them would end between your mother. “My boss is calling me.” 

“Right right, go back to your celebrity gossip. I’m sure it’s much more important or exciting than your little ol’ mom.” 

You clenched your jaw, holding back the urge to scream or even throw your phone. The window was becoming more and more enticing with every second of this interview. “Bye mom.” 

Hanging up, you were forced to meet the silence of the room, making you really marinate in this stupid and impulsive mood you pulled just to please your mother. 

“If only I were Superman,” you muttered, massaging your temples. “Superman would—,” 

The sound of your name split up your mutterings. You whipped your head up to the doorway, seeing the one person you had been avoiding all week. 

“Clark.” 

You startled yourself out of your seat, nearly knocking down your chair in the process all while he just kind of stared at you, like a deer in headlights: wide-eyed and somehow looking more startled than you. 

Then it settled in on you how long you had been in the break room. At least fifteen to twenty minutes now. 

Sure an intern or two or maybe even Jimmy were known to take a long break but not you. Never you. “I wasn’t supposed to break for this long, I’m heading back.” 

You were quick on your feet, taking your mug with you as you squeezed past the man out the door before you felt the gentle grasp of his hand holding yours. “Wait!” 

You paused, the two of you on either side of the doorway stuck so still it resembled a freeze frame. 

Clark looked to where your hands met, how your hand naturally curled into his without your knowing it. 

But he was the first to pull away. His ears tinged with the lightest hue of pink.

 “I mean…Perry wants us in his office…he didn’t say what for.” 

But neither of you moved for that moment. All you could feel was the intensity of his gaze and the tingling of your hand where he touched you. 

“Let’s not keep him waiting then.” 

The two of you moved in stride, unreadable expressions clear on your face. From your side, you clenched your hand open then shut, hoping to shake off the feeling he left behind. But he didn’t see. All he could see was your blank face avoiding his. 

And when he held the door open for you into his office, you didn’t see the way his eyes trailed after you. 

When the two of you walked into his office, Perry sat in his chair, inspecting a black slip off paper and its golden envelope. 

“You asked for us sir?” 

Looking up at the two of you, he turned the paper over for the two of you to hold. 

“Yes. As you know there’s the upcoming Wayne Charity Gala that’d usually include one of us there, standard business.” 

Your brow twitched down, looking at the invitation in Clark’s hand, unsure of where this conversation is going. 

“It seems, Mr. Wayne is extending exclusivities. He specifically wants the two of you there.” 

Clark dipped his head down in question. “As, as journalists, sir?” 

“As personal guests.” 

“...I’m sorry what?”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request some or a couple moments where Clark is pathetically in love with reader (established relationship)

Clark had been compared to a puppy in love in terms of how every thought seemed to be of you, how every word had to be accompanied with something that you have done recently that he kust couldn't quite keep to himself in the fear that he'd feel as though he wasn't loving you enough like he should, it was even in the way he looked at you above all else.

His eyes were filled with adoration and devotion, fully trusting of you without an ounce of doudt, fully trusting of the fact that you would take care of his heart that he had given to you since the day you had almost collided with each other. A smile that seemed as though to be talior made for you and only you, it was a smile that spoke of the love he withheld for you, encapsulating every aspect of you that made him more then willing to smile.

Going back to how Clark often spoke your name after saying something completely unrealted with to to begin with, Clark does it to the point where he needs to be told to cut it out and that they get it, they get that he's in love and a complete loser when it comes to you that it felt as though your name would be the one thing he's remember should his memorise be taken; or at least remember how you made him feel deep within his chest, nestled close to his soul as though you've made a home there.

He could be looking at some flowers that were ironically your favourite and will say to himself as though on autopilot: '(name) loves those flowers, saya their meaning uplifts them and gives them meaning, they take quite the effort to keep in good health but are worth the effort and hardships when they blossom.' He would end up getting you some, but if he couldn't get you the flowers then he'd get the necessities to do so, and get you some seeds so that you could grow your own.

Clark could also smell the baked goods of a nearby bakery and be able to deduce that the scent that wafted his was none other then your favouite baked good, fresh out of the oven and being put aside to cool, immeditely the tense shoulders of his were relaxed, his brow was unfurrowed and a tender smile upon his face could be seen clear as day. Calrk breathed the scent of baked goods in deeply as flashes of memories of you telling him the first time of how you loved this specific bakery, highlighting how they often tried new and inovative things that seemed to taste just as good as all the others but you had your favourties.

He even remembered how you split the baked good between the two of you on your first date so that he could get a taste, humming in delight when the flavours and warm buttery pastery hit his tastebuds. 'i know they've been having a stressful day, this should make them feel somewhat better, if they've got two of their favourite pastry then that's even better.' Clark would tell himself as he wanders into the cosy, welcoming bakery with no other goal then to make you happy: to his delight they did in fact had two of your favpurite pastry were tucked protectively agaisnt his chest as he weaved through thr crowded streets back to your shared home, acomplished with himself.

He lived to make you happy and content becuase that's how you made him feel tenfold without even having to lift a single finger.

Clark would even find himself uttering your name in conversation with others regardless of the subject of conversation, he will make it about you damn it. Someone could be talking about getting takeout later and Clark will suddenly be remembered of how you wanted takeout later on and will blurt out through no control of his own: 'my partner was talking about getting takeout later tonight, i should text them and ask if they want to have their usual or try soemthing new, they want to try everything but also want to stay with what they like at the saem time.' It would earn him knowing looks from Jimmy and Lois, who don't spare anytime in teasing him in how obsessed he was with you to remeber such specifics about you.

Clark doesn't dispute against this becuase it's true and he's not going to deny it, not when the mere thought of you brought him the most joy and the most grounding feeling he's ever felt, he's going to revel in it for a very long time.

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

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Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. PLEASE READ AND LOOK UP DEFINITIONS OF WARNINGS FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION. HUGE TW FOR THIS CHAPTER. CSA (only mentioned, not described), angst, fluff, fighting, physical altercation, lying, and more.

A/N: This is long as fuck and have fun on this emotional rollercoaster lol this is barely proofread btw

With love and big tits, Rose

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P25: Too Soon?

A week. My mom would be gone on some work trip for an entire seven days.

I really don’t believe it. Part of me always thought she would lie about them being ‘work trips,’ but now I was sure. What kind of work trip didn’t have cell service?

She’s lying. I know she’s hiding something, I know deep down this probably isn’t the first time she’s done this before. But that’s not even the worst part.

The worst part is that she that she left Byalen in charge to ‘watch’ me—like a fucking babysitter, since I couldn’t be trusted anymore because of the time she caught me coming home with Chris early in the morning.

Fucking hypocrite. 

Sure, I wasn’t telling the truth—but neither was she. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. 

Currently, I’m on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as my phone rests on my stomach. Chris’ voice echoes through the device. We’ve been talking for hours. I really want to just go over and see him—see my boyfriend, but I can’t. Not while I’m being fucking babysat. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep over? You need to sleep.” Chris says.

God, the offer is tempting. All of me wants to say yes, walk over to his house, and cuddle up in his arms. But I can’t. I’ve slept like shit for the past three days and it keeps getting worse. I need him to hold me in order to feel okay, I wanna sleep in a house that feels like a home too. 

It’s not even just him. It’s Jimmy, it’s Matt, and hell—even Trevor. I love being around them, it makes everything feel so much easier. 

I huff, shaking my head against my pillow as I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m being fuckin babysat at 18 years old.” I remark. 

A wave of silence washes over for a minute. I can practically hear Chris thinking, the slight vibration of a curious hum sounding through the phone. My fingers callus over my lip, the slight graze of my nails making the muscle tingle in a way that mimics how Chris’ lips feel against my own.

Fuck. I miss that. 

It’s like he has something that I need and crave all the damn time, like he possesses some sort of energy that makes my body feel better—lighter, even. 

“Well…what if I came over there?” He offers. 

My eyebrows twist together. I lick over my lip, gnawing on the muscle as I think of his statement. 

“But…but what if we get caught?” I question. 

I could imagine it. Baylen would see Chris and all hell would break loose. 

I doubt he’d cover for me, he’d probably enthusiastically go telling my mom the second she walks back into the house. 

Chris lets out a dry laugh. “Has he really ever bothered to check in your room? I mean, even if he does, I’ll just hide in your closet or something.”

“That’s kinda gay, bro,” I joke, gnawing on my lip as I hear Chris let out a fit of chuckles that make my heart echo in my ears. 

I love being able to do that. Hearing him laugh—making him laugh, it all feels so pure. It honestly feels as intimate as him in between my legs, just in a different type of way. 

Either are addicting. It was hard to miss only one or the other, I craved both. 

I wanted to feel the euphoric relief from his touch. I wanted to laugh with him to the point where I couldn’t think of anything except how bad my stomach cramped from giggling. 

I wanted everything and all of it—I just want him. 

It’s only been a bit over a week since we made things official, but god—I could feel emotions building so rapidly, so much that they felt like they were consuming every corner of my mind.

Some of it made me sick. 

I never felt this way with Ryan, my ex. The butterflies were there, but not to this extent—not to the point where I caught myself trying to imagine he was holding me in order to fall asleep. 

“Do you want me to come over and not?” Chris remarks, pulling me back to reality as his voice echoes through my phone. 

I bite back a sore smile, humming in approval, “Yes please.” 

___

It feels good like this. Every inch of my body is content, my limbs melted in his hold as I let myself breathe in the fresh air from the cracked window in my bedroom.

His hand is combing through my hair. I hear him clear his throat, his chest rumbling as he begins to speak, “So, um…I…I’ve really missed you.” he says—again.

My lips tug into an unrelenting smile. We’ve been cuddling for hours and he’s repeated the same statement at least ten times. 

It should be annoying, but it’s not. It makes me feel warm—it makes me feel a part of the moment, like every wave of the breeze is infiltrating the pores on my skin to ground me with a profound amount of peace. 

“I missed you too.” I reply, scratching my nails over his chest as I let out another hum of contentment. His lips press against the crown of my head, a lingering kiss placed on my scalp as I feel his warm breath tickle into my hair. 

It’s dark now. We should be tired, but we’re not. A short nap had rendered us a bit sad since we wanted to watch the sunset together, but it was okay since now we got to watch the night sky illuminate with a crescent moon and thousands of stars varying in vibrance. 

I wonder who’s watching. Maybe my dad is one of those stars, maybe he gets to see me finally living after all these years without him. 

The gap of his presence still aches in my heart, but it’s not as exhausting. A tiny splinter of a gap still remains in the pumping muscle, but it seems to be soothed by the added layers of security from Chris’ arms around me. 

“What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?” Chris asks, combing through my hair. 

I crane my head to stare up at him, sparing a soft smile as I give a slight shrug of my shoulders. “I just…” my words float into the air, unfinished as I gulp the lump in my throat that seems to build with how his eyes are piercing into me. “-I really like this. I…really like you…being here with me. It’s just–” 

Chris leans down, pressing the tip of his nose against my own as he blinks, his eyes lashes fluttering against my own with a ticklish sensation that makes a soft sigh fall from my lips. 

“-good. I’m glad you like it because I love it. You don’t understand how much I missed holding you, really,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips in a way that makes my stomach swarm with warm butterflies. “-this makes me so, so, so fuckin’ happy—holding my girl, in my arms—”

“You’re never gonna stop saying that, huh?” I tease, biting on my lip as his eyes open and gleam into my own.              

Chris purses his lips, shrugging. “Nah. Getting to call you my girl?” he puffs, his eyes going with before he offers a playful smile, “-could never get old to me. Makes me feel all….” he wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling a gasp from my mouth as he pulls my chest plush against his, “-warm.” 

Ugh. He feels the same way I do—maybe even more so. 

I let myself bathe in his stare, the reassurance of his gaze making me feel like moonlight—calm, radiate, and important. Part of me doesn’t wanna speak at all, the fear of this exact moment ending making my heart pulse in my chest with a sharp sting. 

But it’s okay. 

It’s okay because I know there will always be more moments like this with him. It’s okay because there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll ever let me feel anything less than cared for. 

Words linger on the tip of my tongue, words I know I shouldn’t say—not yet, at least.

But it’s true. I love him, I really, really do. I don’t know when the realization happened. Honestly, I think it might’ve been when we first met, like some sort of cautious feeling that was warning me of destiny. 

Chris licks over his lips, his smile fading into a serious look as he swallows thickly. “I…I know we haven’t been official for very long, but—I…I feel things for you, I feel so much it hurts,” he breaths. 

My breath halts in my chest, my ears ringing as my bones seem to vibrate inside my body. He feels it too. It’s like everything about us is connected, like everything is falling into place so effortlessly it feels like magic. 

“I…” The words fall flat on the tip of my tongue, my eyes glazing over with pure emotion as I let my eyes wander over his face.

It’s so comfortable. All I can hear is our hearts beating in sync, the way my entire soul is burning for me to say it—say everything. 

“I love you.”

My eyes widened in shock. The words had rambled off my tongue so rushed, the devotion hanging in the air with an accompanied echo of his own voice. 

“Oh.” 

Our words are still in sync. We both let out a small laugh, the giggles falling quiet as we just breath in each other’s presence. 

“I guess that wasn’t as scary as I was making it out to seem, huh?” he tuts. 

I shake my head, laughing under my breath as I shrug, “-I guess so.” 

___

Chris’ POV

I keep waking up. I’m not sure what time it is, but it’s like my body doesn’t want to sleep, even though I’m very comfortable, I just wanna look at her in my arms. 

The slight sound of crickets echoing with the cool night air makes me sigh. My eyes drift over to her nightstand, her empty water bottle catching my attention. She had jugged all of it and fell back asleep within an instant a while ago, waking up a bit later, disappointed to find the bottle empty. 

Maybe I should fill it for her.

Yeah.

Slowly sliding away, I wince hearing her let out a small whimper, reaching out for me as I stand up fully. Her eyes peek open. I pet over her shoulder, cooing, “-hey, go back to sleep—’m just gonna fill your water, okay?” 

She nods hazily, her eyes falling shut with a slight scowl printed on her face. 

God, she’s pretty.

My stomach flutters with warmth as I watch her bottom lip pout slightly, her arms reaching out and tugging the pillow that was beneath my head into her hold as she greedily takes a large breath.

Fuck.

She’s barely awake and she still wants me. 

With light steps, I carefully make my way out of her room, venturing through the halls in hopes of finding the kitchen. It doesn’t take long. I walk into the tiled room, the cold flooring against my feet making me miss the warmth of her touch. 

“Ugh,” I sigh, walking over to the sink and filling the bottle, trying to tilt the object to create as little noise as possible. 

My lips roll together, my mind racing with thoughts as I reminisce on earlier. I was so scared to tell her that I loved her, I was scared it was too soon, too much, or purely insane to feel so strongly when we only made things official a bit ago. 

But she said it at the same time, and somehow that was better than her saying it back. 

“Who the fuck?” 

My eyes go wide as I screw on the cap to the water bottle. I turn around, finding her brother with messy hair and sunken eyes staring at me with a scowl. 

Fuck. 

“Shit.” I mutter, squinting my eyes shut in hopes I’m just having a nightmare. 

But no. 

I open my eyes, he’s still there—closer. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he interrogates, his shoulders broadening as his nostrils flare with an angry huff. 

“I, uh,” I look towards the hallway, mentally cursing myself as I think of her getting in trouble because of me, “-I’m Chris. I’m…uh—”

I don’t get the chance to finish. Baylen’s eyes shift to the bottle in my hand, his tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as he shakes his head disappointedly. 

“What? Are you her boyfriend or something?” he asks, lips tugged into a straight line. 

Gulping, I nod. Surely me being her boyfriend is better than being a stranger breaking in, right?

“No.”

The fuck?

My brows furrow together at his statement. Baylen seems to analyze the confusion on my face, shrugging as he repeats the words with a more tense voice, “-I said no.” 

“What? No? Hate to break it to you, but that’s not really your decision.” I point. 

No wonder she can’t get along with him, he’s a prick. He barely acts like a brother, yet he’s trying to dictate our relationship? 

Fuck that. I’ve done more for her than he has with a fraction of the time. 

I mean, how hard is it to be there for his sister? 

After losing my mom and Nick, no matter how distant or hurt I was, I still hugged Matt when he needed it. I might’ve grown distant, but I never grew heartless.

Baylen couldn’t even suck it up to play video games with her. 

His face contorts with distaste. I let out an angry sigh, my eyes rolling while he let out a scoff. 

“She’s my sister. I’m the one who gets to look out for her, not some guy she’s known for what, a couple months?” he remarks, a slight snort echoing at the end of his sentence. 

His words seem to make my heart pummel against my chest with rage, the statement making my blood boil as I lick over my teeth. “Look out for her? You can’t even sit down and play a video game with her for more than five minutes. Just…” I shake my head, watching as his face shifts into shock before the fury in his eyes starts to become more intense, “-it’s whatever.” 

Baylen clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head, “Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

My nose twitches, my eyes squint as my jaw becomes tight. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? 

“Oh, I have no idea what I’m talking about?” I huff, my brows lifting as I let out a dry laugh, “-no, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re an awful fucking brother, you have no say in anything when you’re treating her like…like a fucking dick.” 

His jaw clicks. Baylen stalks forward, his hands twisting in the collar of my shirt as he yanks me to the side, pushing me against the wall as his eyes glare into me, the anger radiating off of him making the ache in my head from the impact seem less apparent as I drop the water bottle and clutch onto his wrists, trying to yank him off of me. The loud clunk of the bottle hitting the ground makes me wince. I huff at his unrelenting grip, taking a heavy sigh as I try to calm the pulsing anger in my body. 

I can’t hit him. She cares about him—even if he hurts her, I know that would make her upset.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeats, his voice dangerously low as he pushes me harder against the wall.  

“You abandoned her when she needed you most. What kind of brother does that?” I spit, the emotions in my voice leaking with a bit of hypocrisy. 

I wasn’t always the best when it came to comforting Matt after my mom and Nick had died, but at least I came around. Someone had to knock some sense into me—that someone being my dad, but it didn’t seem like anyone was ever gonna set Baylen straight. 

“You—you don’t get it. Stop. Just—just shut up,” he yells, shoving me even harder as I feel the back of my head pulse. 

“I do. Just…ow, fuck—” I hiss, the pain becoming evidentally apparent as my skull aches, “-I lost some of my family. Someone had to knock some sense into me. She—she’s your sister, you both lost your dad, she’s hurting and—shit.” 

It fucking hurts. The back of my head is pulsing, an echoing pain bursting through my forehead as I try to move, only to have him shove me harder. 

“I didn’t lose anyone. You…you don’t understand.” 

My eyes peak open, curiosity accompanied by pain as I hear a slight crack in his voice. His face drops with sadness, the anger fleeting into some sort of sullen emotion as he swallows thickly. 

“You…you don’t understand. That man—he’s not my father. He’s a sick excuse of a man that traumatized her and she doesn’t even fucking remember,” he spits. 

“I…what?” I breathe, my chest tightening as Baylen loosens his grip around the collar of my shirt, his lower lip wobbling. 

“I’m never supposed to tell her. I…I have to hear her mourn a man who would…who’s the reason she’d have to sneak into my room—he’s the reason she could never make it through the night without having an accident. Something was wrong—everything was wrong.” 

“What—what’re you saying?” I ask, my mouth falling open as I let my hands fall from his wrists. 

Baylen’s eyes sink with sadness, his cheek hollowing as he gulps. “She wasn’t potty trained for a long time. At first, I didn’t get it. But…but…he was touching her, her body was showing all the signs of sexual assault, but I was just a kid, I didn’t…I—by the time I understood what had happened, it—it was too late. Now I have to hear her mourn a man who is the reason I feel—he’s…he’s the reason I can’t comfort her, he’s the reason I can’t look at her,” he says, his head tilting as his face scrunches with pain;

“He’s the reason I hate myself—the reason I can’t let myself get close to her without seeing how much of a failure I am.” 

Oh.

[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.

[antwuzhere]

Twitching aching clawing wanting to answer everything in my askbox but I keep thinking about an au from the jokey post I made yesterday ….

Life Series X Be More Chill

I’m probably gonna make more posts about this, Under the tag -> #LSBMC <- so keep your eyes open!!

If anyone else wants to do a life series x be more chill anything please @ me or use the tag cause I’m desperate to see it, I would love you for ever <3

Trynna make them match like at least the vibes of the outfits in bmc is killing me OUgh but I love it

Also yes. Skizzs shirt has a tie printed onto it.

The doodle of Skizz and tango was 100% inspire by @canaryy15s doodles sgajhshshshsh

Beat me to drawing my own au smh 🙄🙄 /j /silly

I went for the original casting I thought of 😖😔 I love love loved everyone’s ideas but I couldn’t get Martyn as Rich out of my head I’ll still find a way to sneak majorwood in trust guys

More notes under cut!!!

•Scott’s outfits aughhhh.. I love. He’s a colourful-tights-under-shorts girlie. A denim-on-denim guy. A bright-pink-trousers blorbo.

•Martyn’s wearing crocs <3

•Etho is Jimmys dad. He doesn’t wear pants, just those like heart boxers you see in cartoons 😭😭

•Martyn’s squip looks like ren. what who said thattt

• Brooke calls Jeremy jere-bear in the same way Skizz calls Jimmy Jimmy-jiggles. Thank you. Goodnight.

•Joel is like 100% based on bad boy Joel lmao

• “the girl at sev-elev” definetly lizzie idc if it’s only one line in the whole show ❤️jizzie❤️

•didn’t make it into the sketch’s but scar is jenna, impulse is Jake, and sausage is the drama teacher HSHSHS

•they are all humans, except for grian because he’s a super computer in Jimmys brain so grian gets to have his wings <3 while everyone else is normal

•the Halloween costumes are actually just gonna be like, their different skins, instead of the costumes for the show,

• so like, Jimmys a sheriff, scars hotguy, (dungeonmaster tango maybe?) etc

•Skizz is Poe Poe Skizz.

-> Skizzle “You always see sexy inmates but never sexy police” man

•the one thing bugging me, i have no clue who Madeline would be 😭😔

I’m so scared for my Airbuds to roast me next week… I haven’t stopped listening to the album ..

[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.

[radioactive-mouse]

I get how tempting it is to just label flower husbands as “toxic” and move on, but god they can be SO much more nuanced than that, it makes me insane.

I think something that goes largely unexplored by the fanbase is c!scott’s obsession with composure. he’s clearly very proud of his ability to stay calm under pressure and be two steps ahead of everyone else— not that he’s afraid to rely on people, him and cleo very clearly have that unshakable trust between them, but i think that sometimes he gets so wrapped up in being steady, reliable scott, never hot-headed, never spiteful, or clumsy, or nervous.

and jimmy is a very real threat to that composure, more often than not.

and i think the way their relationship functions in 3rd life, while steady at the time, definitely set them up for complications down the road. scott, for as fiercely dedicated to his allies as he is, kind of tends to handle jimmy with kid gloves for the earlier parts of their relationship. he’s not very good at the death game, but that’s fine, he doesn’t need to be, scott will take care of it— he’ll get them set up with armor and potions and walls and jimmy can do… whatever it is he does when scott’s not around. mostly getting swindled, if he had to guess. but it’s fine, because scott can be steady, level headed, clever—

i do think most of scott’s ribbing about how he doesn’t know why he lets jimmy do anything when all he does is get scammed half the time is genuinely all in good fun, (jimmy is more than happy to play the fool most of the time, if only to bring a little bit of levity to things) it is super symptomatic of the way scott actually thinks about him. i don’t believe he thinks jimmy is actually stupid or anything, but i do think scott doesn’t quite trust him to get anything done. scott would never in a million years let himself lean on jimmy for any kind of support, because in scott’s mind jimmy’s job is to be bright and brash and only listen to that heart of his that’s too big for his body, too big for this game.

and i think too often we forget just how much losing jimmy destroyed scott in 3rd life. you ever think about how wrecked he must’ve been to place 10th despite being a consistent finalist in every other season? do you think about how all he has left is the burning, white-hot urge for revenge from the second jimmy’s body hit the ground?

i don’t think scott ever wants to feel like that again. i don’t think scott wants anyone to see him like that again. i think scott tries very hard to love jimmy from a safe distance where no one gets hurt. and i think that distance fucking kills jimmy, metaphorically speaking.

(also, tangentially related, i think there’s something to be said for how instantly tango goes “we only have a short time together, your curse will probably get us killed, and that’s fine.” and how jealous scott gets of that sentiment. as far as scott is concerned, tango and jimmy are of the same niche— they feel everything, loudly, even if it causes problems and even if it gets messy. and god that just makes his blood boil.)

i’m just so… entranced with the way scott carries himself with so much confidence and it’s not like he’s insecure, he really believes that, he’s a strong player and he knows that, but also revealing any emotion he deems to be “ugly” or “messy” makes him start to completely unravel. the driving force behind him is always love and loyalty and protectiveness over the people he cares about, but he’s juggling that with being dead set on never getting so close that losing them will completely ruin him.

anyway, this is getting away from me, but i think a lot of jimmy’s frustration with scott comes from the fact that he refuses to let their relationship go both ways, and i think by the time of the infamous “say i love you back” scene in limlife he’s just exhausted with throwing himself repeatedly against scott’s brick wall of perfectionism. that, and the whole Situation between them in double life, which i could honestly make it’s own post but good god i need to STOP typing or this will go on forever. forgive my completely disorganized ramblings i just have been trying to get all this down on paper FOREVER

[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.

[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.

[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.