darling-lil-jimmy

[darling-lil-jimmy]

The way they treat us. It ain’t right.

[darling-lil-jimmy]

😉

[darling-lil-jimmy]

Spending your birthday with Jimmy Darling (fem!Reader)

A/N: Woohoo, my first post! This is my first time writing an x reader anything, so if it’s a bumpy ride please forgive me!

Warnings: None. Just lots of fluff!!

Words: 1026

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It was your birthday, and you weren’t doing anything.

 To be fair, you had made plans with Jimmy to celebrate tomorrow evening at the diner in town, as most of you had a show tonight, but it still felt a little silly to be doing absolutely nothing. Not to mention, everyone seemed to have been avoiding you all week. Not a soul would tell you what was going on. Not even Bette, who was famous for spilling secrets.

It was already dusk outside, which meant everyone was already getting ready for the show, most likely. Maybe you would go down to the performance tent and chat with everyone as they got ready? No... maybe it would be better to just stay put. You could have a nice relaxing night to yourself. Continue listening to Vera Lynn on the radio. And everyone seemed to be so on edge anyways...

You reach to turn your radio up just a bit louder in hopes to drown out the negative thoughts when, suddenly, a knock at your caravan door interrupts you.

“Who is it?” you call, turning down the radio. 

“It’s Jimmy! Could I get a hand with somethin’?”

Jimmy? What could he need? Had something broken? Did a costume get torn and needed a quick repair? Paul was prone to snagging his trousers on set pieces--

“Uhm, yes! Give me a moment!” you answer, tightly wrapping your robe around you.  Switching off the radio, you open the door and step outside into the humid Jupiter air. 

There stood Jimmy, handsome as ever, skin slightly glistening with sweat, wearing his familiar white t-shirt.

“Hey!... Oh. Why aren’t you in costume? The show’s startin’ soon, isn’t it?” you ask him.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. That’s... what I need a hand with.” he gently takes your hand and starts leading you towards the show tent.

“Oh.. Didya tear something? I should grab my sewing kit before--”

“Nah, nothin’ like that, sweetcheeks. Just... you’ll see when we get there. It’s uh... nothing too bad.”

That made you nervous. If he had lost his vest again, or a button had popped off his dress shirt… it was a good thing you love him as much as you do.

“Ok,” you breathe a sigh of caution, “I’m trusting you.”

Jimmy leads to the show tent, entering through the back entrance flap, into the backstage area. Expecting the dressing rooms to be full and bustling, you’re surprised to find them deserted. In fact, everything seemed to be exactly where you’d left it while cleaning up after last night’s show. 

“Uh, Jimmy? Where is everyone?’

“Don’t worry doll, they’re around. Just keep followin’ me.”

He leads you from the backstage area into the small corner between the dressing rooms and the wings. 

“Ok, we’re here.”

“What  is here--”

“Shh.” Jimmy stops you. He glances over his shoulder into the rows of audience chairs, and turns back to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Alright, close your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“C’mon, for me?” He gives you a playfully pouty look. Unable to resist, you cover your eyes.

“Alright, watch your step,” Jimmy whispers as he starts to lead you further into the audience… or, what you assume is further into the audience. It really is hard to see. He finally stops you and turns you around. 

“Alright doll, open your eyes!” he exclaims. You open them and are greeted by the most wonderful sight--

Every performer, stagehand, and carny from your troupe were gathered on stage, grinning ear to ear. In the middle, Eve and Paul hoisted a large banner that read 

                                        “Happy Birthday, Y/N!”

in big, pink font. Amazed, you clasp your hands over your mouth.

“You guys--!” you cry in disbelief. Then, all together, they shout-

“Happy birthday!”, followed by loud whooping and hollering. You really couldn’t believe it. All this time you thought they’d been ignoring you… You really couldn’t ask for a better found family. 

“Thank you! Thank you so much, everyone!” you cry happily.

Before you can get any more ‘thank yous’ out, Jimmy taps you on the shoulder. Turning around, you’re greeted by Ethel carrying a big pink and blue iced cake, candles lit, towards you. You gasp in amazement.

“Here you are, birthday girl.” Ethel says, smiling genuinely. She then hands the cake off to Jimmy, who holds it in front of you.

“Make a wish, Y/N.” He says quietly to you. Smiling at him, you know exactly what to wish for. You take your time, then blow out the candles as your troupe claps joyously.

“Alright everyone, let’s eat!” Jimmy announces to the crowd.

Your evening is filled with song, dance, and lots and lots of delicious food. The party lasts long into the night, with plenty of fun and good company. As the earlier hours of the morning creep closer, less and less people are left in the tent. Some drunk, some back in their tents and caravans asleep. As Paul and Penny say their goodbyes and well wishes to you, you finally find yourself alone with Jimmy. 

You slump contentedly onto the table, your chin resting on your crossed arms. You breathe a comfortable sigh. 

“Did you have a good night?” Jimmy asks you.

“Good? Good doesn��t even begin to describe it. I had an amazing night, Jimmy.” you say, causing him to smile ever so brightly back at you. He leans forward onto the table, mirroring you. 

“I’m glad, Y/N. You deserved it.” he says, cupping your cheek in his calloused hand.

“God, I don’t deserve you, Mr. Darlin’...But I sure am glad I got you.” 

“I’m glad to have you too, doll. Here,” he replies, motioning for you to lean towards him, you following suit. Now moving both his hands to cup your face, he leans in and places the sweetest, gentlest kiss on your lips, then on your forehead. 

“I love you, Y/N.” he whispers against your forehead. “Happy birthday.”

“I love you too, Jim.” you lean in to return the favor, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, causing him to once again break out in a grin.

[darling-lil-jimmy]

Jimmy Darling 😍😉

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