Feel like pure shit, just want a smutty multi-chapter Howard Hamlin fanfic that recounts the many secret sexual affairs that he has had with different people throughout the course of his life, most of which he sought out to recompense for the lack of intimacy in his marriage because both him and Cheryl were iron-closeted and only got married out of familial pressures (things took a turn for the worse after the fight that ended with Howard moving into the guest house). Ultimately, none of them could fulfill his wants and needs because they're all cold and distant in their own ways: there were the handsome strangers he met at some gay bar like Nacho who were emotionally unavailable and only wanted to dick and dash like they're in denial themselves; Jimmy whom he was smitten with and trusted to be able to keep a secret, but it didn't take him long to realize that Jimmy being selfish and cruel and rougher than Howard had liked and not paying any mind to Howard's own pleasure in bed was his way of getting back at him for being a jackass of a boss; Chuck whom he'd got especially close with ever since he was still studying pre-law, so close that he would make up any excuse to be alone with him and suck him off in his office from time to time to seduce his mentor because the daddy issues that had been developing throughout his father-absent youth came to fruition the moment a wiser and older man gave him a sliver of attention, Chuck allowed him to live out his fantasy but never reciprocated in that sense but they remained really good friends, hence Howard's desperation for his approval and affection and the idea of "I still have a chance" kept brewing in his mind even when he could see Rebecca out of the corner of his eye (the incident at the end of ss3 scarred him for life and talking about the intimate details of their relationship before it in therapy did not help). The latter half of 607 didn't happen because he decided that he was in fact the bigger person and the right thing to do was to drink himself into reflecting back on his life choices and wallowing in his own self-pity. Though he didn't storm Mcwexler's condo, the whole ordeal was still his Joker moment, so he put his foot down, got a divorce and resigned from his CEO position because fuck you, he deserves to do that. And maybe after a year or so, he met a certain Salamanca who got out of a certain shoot-out unscathed (haven't determined if Howard happened to stumbled into El Michoacáno or he went back to the gay bar), their chemistry was through the roof, they bonded over the loss of families/ lovers and "being a nepo baby is oh so hard", their romance blossomed because Lalo was textbook definition of charming and exactly Howard's type. One date led to another, and Howard ended up getting the best pipe he'd ever had while trying to hold back the tears stemmed from indescribable emotions. Would Howard find out who Lalo actually was? Would it matter? Would they last? Those are problems for future them.
Like literally that's all I want tbh.
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Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity is not a toy.
He doesn’t know where people got that idea from. It’s insulting, really, to be compared to something as simple as a child’s plaything. Something small carved from wood or sewn together from scrap fabric or something even just a rock or some sticks stuck together. Jimmy is a more complex being than that.
Well, he’s lying somewhat. He knows where people got the idea. Easy mistake to make, automaton, toy. He gets it! The Sheriff is not an unreasonable man.
He doesn’t get it
It was all fine and well until that stupid, tiny, ugly, scrawny god showed up and decided to start poking a bit of fun. Oh, here’s a man who runs on gears, isn’t it funny, let’s call him a toy and get everyone else in on it. Haha, they have a laugh, they’re meant to move on.
Jimmy knows that people tend to move on from stupid jokes like that. But he can see it, every time someone comes and tells him no, he isn’t a toy, not at all. He can see that little spark of glee in their eyes, not even bothering to hide it.
That’s the thing of it, isn’t it! Jimmy knows a lot about people! He had to, being made to be the Sheriff after all. He’s able to recognize facial expressions, tone of voice, and body language, even small shifts, and identify the proper corresponding emotion. The whole range of them! He’s able to hold proper conversations with anyone on any subject and he can retain that information. Some things get lost, but if he can put the data somewhere external it’s not really much of an issue, is it? His memory capabilities are better than most people’s! How’s that for a toy, huh?
You’d never even guess, not unless you were familiar with robotics. Or, well, his gears make noises and so does his cooling system and coal engine, and sometimes his clock goes off which is embarrassing, but really. Just visually. Jimmy wasn’t conscious when he was being built, but he knows the process was extensive. A lot of thought and care went into the protector of Tumble Town, yessiree.
Jimmy knows he shouldn’t let it get under his skin, so to speak. The toy comments. The little giggles. It’s all just harmless jokes, and Joel the worst and smallest god is just that. Some stupid god, too big for his britches. He knows this, but still.
Emotions are way too complex and mismanaged (and yes, he has feelings, there was a decent amount of magic involved in creating him, let’s see a toy have half of that). Sometimes he blocks off that bit of his programming, just for a bloody rest of it. How people live with these things all the time, he doesn’t know.
Jimmy supposes it’s a point of pride. Being so carefully and lovingly crafted for a specific purpose, only to be compared to a child’s plaything. It might be hurtful if it weren’t so damn infuriating. As if that stupid god has a quarter of the programming knowledge Jimmy has.
If he did, he’d still be the same. Gods don’t change.
Oh, he wishes he could give back as good as he got to that little god. After all, Joel is no better than a child what with the tantrums he throws. What if Jimmy went around treating Joel like he were a small child? Really get to him. Maybe put up a few witty comics on the Stratos walls. Jimmy has a few ideas shored up for them.
Unfortunately, Jimmy is bound to the letter of the law and “eye for an eye” and “petty revenge” is not the way of it. Probably for the best, or else everything would just be pure chaos. Exactly the opposite of what Jimmy was made to enforce.
So he can do the next best things. Firstly, he can dish out appropriate consequences to that god. Jailing him, however temporarily it was. Suing him over nonconsensual use and profit of his image and name. Even if nothing comes of it, it’ll show the god that he isn’t lying down and taking it, no sir. And Joel can laugh and evade the consequences all he likes, it just proves Jimmy right in the end. That he is a pathetic, ill-tempered egomaniac. Either way, the Sheriff wins.
Secondly, he can refuse to show any respect to the god. Why should he? He isn’t getting respected back. So, sure, the others can boost his ego and give him little prayers all they want, Jimmy won’t stand for it. Joel may be a god but he’s the worst one.
In the end, Jimmy knows he’ll come out on top, no matter what anyone else thinks. With their giggles and jokes and little statues meant to insult him. Jimmy doesn’t need them.
He knows who and what he is. He is the protector, architect, and current acting mayor of Tumble Town. He is The Sheriff. And Joel can crow on and on about how gods are above the law, and maybe he’s right but Jimmy has the last laugh.
He’s well aware of what he is, and he is not naturally made, with engineering and programming and magic all. And he, by that, is exempt from any god’s rule.
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