hi everyone i am so sorry ive been mia ive been slowly recovering from the hell that is finals but!!
i’ve been on a biiiiig jack O’connell kick and am thinking about sir jimmy crystal and i appreciate that we all agree that he’d keep the reader as a sort of pet but walk with me a bit;
sir jimmy crystal and a reader who is pretty much jimmy’s most loyal and obedient dog.
you do anything for him— commands are like oxygen and like any good dog, you’re happy to serve. you’re not loud and obnoxious about your bark, you prefer to linger in the shadows and wait, only striking when you need to—
one time on a long run, it took a jimmy two days before he realized you were even there, because you barely speak— well, to anyone who ain’t jimmy crystal, to the man himself, you’re quite a chatter box.
an affectionate pup, you are when he gets you alone. he’s beaten or trained most of the defiance from you— but you’re such a good dog that you know that jimmy likes to play.
so you play. you ignore his first command in favor for a stricter, harsher second one. you ignore his cooing, his nicknames until he gets fed up and snaps your name, (“petal… pet? lass, can you hear me? fucking hell, ignoring me. stupid dog.”) and you’ll play whatever game he wants.
hide and seek, simon jimmy says, red light green light—
probably the thing that everyone else knows best about you is that your knife moves quick if you know it’s what sir jimmy wants. you’re loyal to a fault to him, it isolates you from everyone else, but you don’t mind so much. the truth is, for as soft as he’s gotten about you, you’ve gotten pretty affectionate towards the tiara wearing man yourself.
years and years in the apocalypse have already shattered your brain to be codependent and extreme, so really, jimmy was just taking advantage of a mutual exchange. you needed a place to stay, food, shelter— he takes care of you, because he always wanted a dog.