#jimmy darling x y/n

[fear-is-truth]

THERE’S NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A HUMILIATED JEALOUS MAN

jealousy headcanons─ kai anderson x gn!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw. mdni!! toxic relationship, degradation, manipulation, mentions of sex

when you're out together, Kai becomes possessive and jealous at the slightest hint of attention you get from others. if someone so much as glances in your direction, he accuses you of leading them on or being flirtatious. Kai also gaslights you to make you feel guilty for the actions of others, then demands you to prove your undying loyalty to him.

sometimes, during cult meetings, he pulls you onto his lap, a blatant display of ownership and control. as you settle onto him, you can feel the bulge of his crotch rub against your ass, the possessiveness in his touch as he pinches your thigh, the aggression in his voice sending a clear message to everyone present that you belong to him.

Kai leaves his mark on you with strategically placed hickeys, a physical manifestation of his possessiveness. his lips trail along your skin, leaving a trail of bruises in the most obvious places, a deliberate reminder to anyone who sees them that you belong to him.

whenever another cult member dares to engage with you for too long or watches you with lingering interest, Kai's body language becomes tense, his jaw clench and nostrils flare with barely concealed rage and jealousy.

his grip tightens around your hips as he presses you against the wall, lips crashing against yours in a sloppy yet possessive kiss. his arms form a cage around you, trapping you effectively. rage and lust war in his eyes as he pants heavily, hot breath tickling your skin as he pulls you closer, hips grinding into yours. “who the fuck does he think he is, laying eyes on you like that?” he growls, voice low and tinged with jealousy as he peppers a trail of angry kisses along your jawline. you try to protest, but he grabs you roughly by the back of your neck and shoves his tongue down your throat, reveling in the little sounds you make

on cult missions, Kai deliberately avoids pairing you up with Winter, fearing any potential romantic connection between the two of you. he’s paranoid about losing control over you and his sister. that’s why you always end up being paired with Harrison or Samuels.

he obsessively monitors your social media activity, scrutinising every post, like, and comment. to maintain further surveillance, he goes as far as creating fake accounts to stalk you online, ensuring he's always aware of your interactions and movements.

during “pinky power”, Kai uses the guise of honesty pry into your past relationships and sexual exploits, gathering information that he can use to his benefit. he makes mental notes on your preferences, all while subtly comparing himself to your past partners.

driven by his competitive nature and jealousy, Kai is fixated on being the best fuck you’ve ever had. every time you two have sex, he strives to outperform your past lovers. he studies your reactions, using his knowledge to give you mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasms designed to addict you to him completely.

he belittles you all the time, calling you an “useless cumslut” or “incompetent bitch” making you feel inadequate and insecure. with every mistake, he reminds you that you're replaceable, instilling a constant fear of disappointing him and falling short of his expectations.

despite his harsh treatment to you, Kai strategically dangles fleeting moments of affection that keeps you hooked. he holds you in his arms and calls you his “little lamb”, sometimes even allowing you to run your fingers through his hair. in these rare moments, he knows exactly how to keep you wrapped around his finger, making you feel cherished and special. forming an emotional bond that makes it hard for you to leave him.

in the end, Kai is a toxic, controlling, misogynistic edgelord. he’s obsessed with revolution and world domination. he’s the last person you’d want to be in a relationship with. but remember the time he slapped Meadow for “wasting his time”? if you truly are nothing but a worthless, replaceable fucktoy like he claims you to be, then why would he even bother giving you the time of day, let alone dedicating hours to obsess over you?

the answer is simple: he loves you.

a/n: sorry this sucks. literally wrote this in 30 minutes

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[babygorewhore]

For the text series: can you do one about how they are when they are sexting? lol

These are so fun lol.

The Evan’s texting edition. Sexting.

Warnings! Sexually explicit things. Obviously.

Evan Peters.

“Hey there, sexy. You look so good.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, babe. Your eyes would look so good looking up at me as I wrap my hands around your neck…”

He would be so shy lol.

Tate Langdon.

“Mmm, baby. I just want to serve you. I’ll do whatever you want. Kiss you, touch you, taste you. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“You’re such a good boy, Tate.”

“Come home. Let me take care of you.”

Kit Walker.

“Damn, who gave you permission to look that good?”

“Kit. That was lame.”

“It wasn’t lame last night when I had you bent over the counter.”

“KIT!”

Kyle Spencer.

Okay I feel like Kyle would be like.

“I wanna duck.”

“Duck?”

“Truck.”

“What?”

“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Jimmy darling.

Mr. Smooth talker.

“Mmmm precious. When are you going to bring that pretty face here? That little mouth of you would look so much better here and open.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Of course, baby girl.

Kai Anderson.

When isn’t he sexting you? The problem would be getting him to stop.

“Hey. I’m at the store. What do you want to eat?”

“You.”

“Kai. I’m being serious.”

“Oh, me too. Little lamb. I want you splayed on the dinner table as I eat that little pussy.”

“STOP IT. IM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE.”

“That’s you’re problem, princess.”

James Patrick March.

Murder daddy would be really classy with it.

“Oh, my little bird. When are you coming back? My lips miss yours…JPM.” Homie would straight up write an entire romance novel in your texts.

“James. I know it’s you. Calm down. There’s no one going to steal you’re identity.”

“You can never be too sure.”

“JPM”

“JAMES!”

[silverzoomies]

Politely requesting “he’s so…” for Jimmy Darling and James March, please and thank you.

💙 nsfw ahead !! pretty filthy, just a warning !! 💙 

"he's so" headcanons under the cut. so im not crowding up anyone's dash with my bullshit !! these might be wayyyy off,, pleasse do not trust my judgement at all. also, liz, i adore you just fyi ty !!

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💙 james march is so... 💙

he's so watches you at a distance solely with the intent to kill. bloodthirsty af. starts to notice how much of an innocent, little thing you are. you heart is purer than his could ever be in a thousand lifetimes. he keeps his distance for some time, but then you start to notice him. maybe he'll try and dance with you, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. listening to oldies you've never heard a day in your life. but he knows every lyric. every note. every beat. you can smell cigarette smoke on him. he reeks of it. along with...something else. but you'll never be able to place it. you can't seem to figure out why he's so ghostly pale. or why he gazes at you with a pitch black, void-like coldness in his eyes. He lures you in with promises of romance. tempting you into intimate, love making sessions. he'll ruin your perception of men forever. because no other man could treat you with such careful, sultry attention as he does. there's something almost...sinister about the way he touches you. his cold hands feel for your pulse points. making note of the jumps in your heartbeat. he touches your body, squeezing the muscles hiding beneath your delicate skin. you won't know it, but he's thinking about how aesthetically beautiful you must be on the inside. literally. he's thinking your innards are probably lovely. when you're finally together as one, his length moves with slow elegance inside you. drawing out your pleasurable suffering for as long as possible. he'll overstimulate you until you're sobbing. until you beg him to stop. but he won't. he'll grab your jugular and make you see white. in the end, you won't survive. your death will be gruesome and painful. someday, he'll regret having killed you.

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💙jimmy darling is so...💙

he's so diner date with a shared milkshake. orders whatever flavor you like. he has eyes like black cocoa. and, honey, they're lookin' you up and down every few minutes. he flirts nonstop. finds any and every excuse to touch you. patting you on the shoulder. guiding you along with a big hand on your back. grazing gloved knuckles over your arm mid conversation. he's pretty forward. unapologetically so. once he finally has you one-on-one, he tries to take things a little further. isn't afraid to be direct. but - ah...the two of you keep gettin' interrupted. he'll be leaning in for a smooch, a hand on your hip; but someone walks in. maybe it's eve, askin' his assistance settin' up new banners. sometimes, you find him stumbling around, drunk off his ass. it breaks your heart how often it happens. but he's so horny about it. says a lot of raunchy shit to you when he's completely smashed. it makes you blush. when he's hungover, he's grumpy as hell. his frustration'll slip in little ways, but he apologizes once he's sobered up. overall, he's real sweet on you. very sweet. even gets a little bashful once you're finally making out. he tastes like the booze he drinks on the daily. he'll get really handsy. and his hands are so, so massive and warm. they grab you hard, focusing careful attention to the squishy parts of you he loves so much. would take his time in bed with you. eases himself in slow, with consideration for your comfort. even though every instinct in him wants to stuff you so full so fast, you'll be aching for weeks. gets vocal, calls you little petnames. fixates mostly on your pleasure because that's what he's used to doin'. he doesn't expect you to focus too hard on his needs. but when you do, he's pleasantly surprised. cums a little sooner than he meant to. he'll lie with you afterwards. daydreams about stealing you away. maybe he'll run off you with you. make you his little housewife. but nah. he can't do that. his family needs him. he wonders if you'd be willing to stick around.

[kit-walk3r]

Summer Lovin’ (Jimmy Darling x fem!reader)

It’s 1950, a new freak show in town and you’re about to have the best summer of your life.

Warnings: sex references (nothing explicit)

It was 1950 when you met Jimmy Darling. Fraulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities, a travelling freak show, had just arrived in town, causing quite the scandal. Everyone was talking about it; some were excited to see what freaks the show had to offer, others disgusted by the thought of those different from themselves inhabiting ‘their’ town for a few months. You liked to think you were more open minded than a lot of the older folk, so saw no problem in welcoming the freaks.

You met Jimmy outside the grocery store. You were just leaving when the bottom of the brown paper bag broke, sending your groceries to the floor. You groaned, bending down to pick up your now discarded food, luckily it was mostly cans so nothing was squashed or crushed. However, they were a nightmare to pick up and you were attempting to pile the tins in your arms when two gloved hands reached out and picked the remaining cans off the ground. You looked up, ready to thank the kind stranger who helped, when you came face to face with a handsome face. Tanned skin from days in the sun, dark brown, almost black, eyes with almost a twinkle in them and curls of brown hair.

“Oh, hi,” you awkwardly greeted the stranger. “Uh, thank you.”

The handsome stranger grinned. “No problem, ma’am,” your eyes cast downward, cheeks blushing slightly. “Do you need help taking them to your car?”

You shyly nodded, motioning to a small, tan car not too far away. “It’s that one.”

The man nodded and the two of you made your way over to your car. You opened the trunk and put the cans you were holding inside before moving so he could do the same.

“Thank you,” you said again, closing the trunk before looking back at him with a grateful smile. “Not many people would have helped.”

“Just doing what any gentleman should,” The stranger shrugged as if it were no big deal, even though it was to you. “Should never leave a pretty lady in trouble.”

You blushed again at ‘pretty lady’.

“As a real ‘thank you’ you could come pay us a visit,” he handed you one of the flyers he had tucked under his arm. You accepted it and took a quick look. Fraulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities. Ah, so the stranger was a part of the freak show. “Tell them Jimmy sent you.”

Jimmy.

You nodded and tucked the flyer away in your purse. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Jimmy grinned. “Great. Hope to see you there,” he sent you a wink and just like that was on his way.

It was after Jimmy had gone when you realised the fast beating of your heart and intense flush of your cheeks. You internally cringed, hoping Jimmy didn’t notice how flustered he made you.

- - -

“Why exactly are we here?” Your friend Ruth asked as you both made your way towards the freak show the following night.

“I thought it would be fun,” you shrugged innocently. You hadn’t told your friend about your encounter with Jimmy and how he’d invited you along.

“But it’s just a bunch of weirdos,” Ruth argued, grimacing at one of the posters featuring someone called the ‘Illustrated Seal’.

“They’re not that bad,” you defended. “It’s just a couple of hours, what harm can it do?”

You noticed the lack of people as the two of you approached the ticket booth. Sat there was a very tall woman, just sitting down was your own height. “Two tickets, please,” you said politely. You thought for a moment before quietly adding “Jimmy sent me.”

The woman in the booth smirked as she handed over two tickets. “One of Jimmy’s girls, huh?” She chuckled quietly to herself. You blushed lightly and handed over the money. “Enjoy the show.”

You hoped Ruth hadn’t paid attention to your exchange but as soon as you left the booth she turned to you with an intrigued yet amused face. “Jimmy sent you?” She raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell is Jimmy?”

“Just some guy that I met at the grocery store,” you answered truthfully. “He invited me to come see the show. I could hardly say no after he helped me take my things to my car when my bag broke.”

Ruth had definitely noticed how red your cheeks got when you spoke about Jimmy. “And are you hoping to see Jimmy tonight?” She emphasised his name as she teased.

“Why do you keep saying his name like that?” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I’m just saying thank you. But honestly? It looks like we’re the ones doing them a favour,” you looked around the quiet fairground. There were the odd few people but it was still quiet considering it was only fifteen minutes until showtime. “It’s so quiet.”

“I’m not surprised,” Ruth shrugged. “A freak show isn’t the most appealing place to spend a Friday night.” Her tone turned bitter at the end.

“Will you stop complaining?” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a couple of hours!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruth muttered. “Let’s just go sit down.”

There were a few more people in the tent, but not enough to qualify for a full house when combined with the people waiting outside. It was a shame really, since you knew this probably how they made a living, selling tickets. But Ruth was sort of right, for most people a freak show wouldn’t be the most appealing place to visit and, as welcoming as you were to the freaks, you wondered if you would have actually bothered attending if Jimmy hadn’t invited you.

You and Ruth took a seat in the third row and waited for the show to start. Once it began you found that you were genuinely enthralled by it, and wondered how these people were so hated. They were all entertaining and charismatic, and you especially loved Ma Petite.

Then it was Jimmy’s turn to perform. Even though you knew Jimmy worked for the freak show it never occurred to you that he was a performer, since he looked fairly normal, but as he walked out on that stage and you saw his hands it all made sense. You remembered the black gloves he was wearing when you met, and realised that they were just a disguise to try and cover up his unusual hands. A pang of sadness hit you at the thought of Jimmy having to cover a part of himself up to try and fit into society. He shouldn’t have to do that.

When Jimmy’s name was announced you saw Ruth perk up, obviously intrigued to see the mysterious guy who invited you to the freak show and had you blushing badly. She nudged you playfully when she saw his face in a clear sense of ‘approval’, but as soon as she caught sight of his hands her grin dropped and her eyes kept flickering between them and you. Now that approval was gone, and all you got now was a sense of disgust.

Your mind was on Jimmy for the remainder of the performance, barely even acknowledging the other performers. He was just as handsome as you remembered, making you blush even more. How was it that a guy you’d spoken to once had this much of an affect on you?

Once the show was over you gave the freaks a standing ovation and round of applause before leaving the tent with Ruth. “So that was Jimmy?” She said, unimpressed.

You hummed in response.

“You never said he had freaky hands,” Ruth grimaced. “He might have one hell of a face but I wouldn’t want those hands anywhere near me, they’re horrifying.”

You scowled. “They’re not horrifying,” you defended, unhappy with how Ruth was talking about Jimmy. “And anyway, I didn’t know. He was wearing gloves when I met him.”

“Of course,” Ruth said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Hid the freak part of himself to flirt with you and sell you a ticket and once he had your money he flaunted it. The guy was clearly leading you on.”

“No he wasn’t, it was nothing like that,” you groaned. “He just helped me with my groceries, that’s all.”

“Face it, Y/N, that guy had no interest in you, you’re just another ticket sale to him,” Ruth said matter of factly. She opened her mouth to continue speaking when she was cut off by a voice.

“Hello, ladies,” You both spun around to see Jimmy standing behind you, an innocent look on his face as if he hadn’t just been eavesdropping on your conversation. “Enjoy the show?”

You smiled whilst Ruth flushed with embarrassment. “Very much,” you nodded. “It was wonderful.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jimmy grinned. His eyes briefly flickered to Ruth, who was completely silent, before returning to you. “I’m so happy you turned up.”

“Really?” Your cheeks turned pink, and Ruth rolled her eyes at Jimmy’s obvious flirting technique.

“Of course,” Jimmy said. “It’s always encouraging when you’ve got a pretty lady watching you.”

“Well, thank you for inviting me,” you smiled shyly. Ruth was still silent, but also still clearly judging the conversation.

“If you’re not doing anything right now would you maybe wanna take a walk?” Jimmy asked and your eyes widened slightly at his forward request. You weren't expecting him to outright ask you out, you weren't expecting anything from him. “If it’s okay with your friend here, of course,”

You looked back at Ruth with a pleading look in your eye, silently begging her to let you go with him. Ruth sighed. “Fine,” she muttered. “Go ahead.”

You grinned and gave her a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. “Get home safe!” You said your goodbyes and watched as Ruth walked away, alone, before turning back to Jimmy.

“Wanna lead the way?” You asked. Jimmy nodded, extending his arm with a cheeky grin. You smiled back and linked your arm with his and the two of you began to walk away from the freak show and down a soft path leading towards some trees.

“It really was a great show,” you said.

“Thank you,” the gratitude was evident in Jimmy’s voice. “We all try our best.”

“Well your best is great,” you responded. There was quiet for a while before you spoke up again. “How long have you been in the freak show?” You asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’ve been travelling as long as I can remember,” Jimmy explained. “My mom- the bearded lady- and I moved between a lot of shows when I was little, some good, some bad. We’ve been in this one for a while now, though. It actually feels like a family.”

You smiled at Jimmy’s response, genuinely interested in his life in the freak show. “That’s great, that you’re all a family,” you said softly.

“It is,” Jimmy agreed. “We’ve always got each other’s backs.” The two of you continued walking. “What about you, doll?” He asked, and as usual you blushed at the nickname.

“There’s not much to tell,” you shrugged. “I’m twenty-one, I’m an only child and I still live at home with my parents and I have a part time job as a secretary at some office, nothing interesting. Guess I’m pretty boring.” You felt embarrassed. Jimmy was living a life travelling the country, entertaining people with a group of people he could call his family whereas you cooked for your parents and answered phone calls for a living. You were pretty dull.

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing boring about that,” Jimmy defended you, nudging your shoulder in an attempt at cheering you up. “The mundane life is the best life.”

Jimmy’s support and optimism made you feel warm inside and you smiled softly at his support.

Your walk continued in a comfortable silence, the two of you just enjoying each other’s company as the sun reached its final moments of sunset. You could see the illumination of fireflies start to appear and you marvelled at their beauty.

You looked down at yours and Jimmy’s linked arms before stopping walking and pulling your arm out of his. A flash of confusion crossed Jimmy’s face, accompanied by a brief look of… hurt? As if he thought you were rejecting him. Instead, you did the opposite and grasped his hand with yours. The skin of his hands was rough and obviously it wasn’t the easiest to interlock your fingers but he was warm, and there was something about this that just felt right.

Jimmy’s eyes widened with shock slightly and your actions and he stared at your interlocked hands. He’d been with a number of girls in his twenty two years, but none of them had so freely embraced his hands in a manner that wasn’t for sexual gratification. Your hands were soft and warm and felt so delicate underneath his own. This feeling was new, and it felt nice.

Jimmy looked up from your joined hands to your face and saw your gentle smile and warm eyes. He found that he couldn’t stop himself and he leaned down to kiss you.

It was very brief, practically a peck, and you had no time to respond before Jimmy pulled back, looking almost ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he apologised, letting go of your hand and running it through his hair nervously. He looked awkward, as if he was going to run away at any moment and nothing like the confident, flirtatious guy you met at the grocery store. You found this endearing, however, and to put him out of his misery you used your now free hands to pull Jimmy back in for a much deeper kiss, which he responded to almost immediately.

Jimmy’s lips were soft under yours, a lot softer than you would have thought. His hands that were now around your waist held you gently, as if he was trying not to break you, and you could feel the heat radiating from his touch through the fabric of your dress. This kiss felt heavenly, and you couldn’t stop yourself from deepening it a little more. You didn’t want it to end.

Eventually, Jimmy pulled back, panting as he regained his breath. He grinned, and you couldn’t help mirror it, filled with excitement. “Damn, you sure know how to kiss,” Jimmy chuckled, and your only response was to pull him down for another one.

Your moment continued for a few seconds longer before Jimmy pulled back again. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” he said with a cheeky grin before leaning down so that his mouth was level with your ear, “and, believe me, I am,” you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin and pouted when he pulled back. “It’s dark and I don’t know about you, doll, but I’d much rather be able to see you.”

You nodded in agreement. Thanks to the fireflies and lights in the distance you could see some parts of Jimmy, but the rest was concealed by darkness.

“You wanna take this back to my trailer?” Jimmy asked hopefully.

You nodded.

- - -

A couple of hours later and yours and Jimmy’s activities had finally slowed down. After stumbling your way back to the fairground (with the occasional pit stop for some more fooling around since the two of you couldn’t let each other go) you finally made it back to Jimmy’s trailer. There was a slight awkwardness at first but it didn’t take long for the lip-locking to continue, and soon after layers of clothes were coming off and Jimmy was showing you what his hands could really do. It was an intense, overwhelming experience and as the two of you lay side by side, catching your breaths, you were starting to come down from your high.

Besides the sound of your laboured breaths there was a comfortable silence in the trailer, neither of you feeling the need to talk as you recovered. Instead, Jimmy just wrapped an arm around you and you snuggled in closer to him, resting your head on his bare chest as you traced random patterns onto his skin with your finger. The silence continued, and you could have stayed in that moment forever… until you saw the clock and realised what time it was.

“Oh, shit!” You shot up, disturbing Jimmy who you realised was drifting off to sleep. You got up from the makeshift bed and grabbed your clothes that were scattered all over the floor before quickly attempting to redress in a way that made you look presentable.

“Where you going in such a hurry, baby?” Jimmy mumbled as he sat up and watched you put your clothes back on. You barely registered that he called you ‘baby’, too panicked about being late home.

“I need to get home,” you tried to explain as you pulled up your tights, internally groaning when you noticed a large pull in them. You hoped your mother wouldn’t notice. “I’m late and my parents will be worried sick.”

“You’re twenty one,” Jimmy pointed out as he pulled on his own underwear, followed by his wife beater. “Can’t you make your own rules?”

You shook your head. “Not whilst I live with my parents. Their house, their rules,” you attempted to zip up the back of your dress but struggled. “Could you zip me up?”

Jimmy nodded and came over to you. He brushed your hair over your shoulder before gently zipping up the fabric. You shivered as his fingers grazed the skin of your back and a soft sigh escaped you when you felt his lips ghost against the side of your neck, just beneath your ear.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” He murmured, and it took all of your self-restraint to say no.

“I can’t,” you turned around so you were face to face with Jimmy and you gently rested your hands on his chest. “My parents would call the police or send out a search party. It would be a nightmare.”

“Well, can I at least see you again?” Jimmy asked before kissing you once more. You responded just for a moment before pulling back, knowing that if you continued for just a second longer you would not be leaving this trailer until the morning.

“If you want to,” you shrugged innocently.

Jimmy grinned, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist. “Oh, I want to,” he pulled you closer towards him and slowly pressed a few light kisses to your neck. He was really making it hard for you to leave.

“Jimmy I really have to go,” you insisted and Jimmy groaned as he pulled back.

“Let me drive you back at least?” Jimmy offered and you nodded, remembering the motorcycle parked not too far away.

You watched as Jimmy pulled on the rest of his clothes and wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

- - -

For the rest of the summer the freak show was in town you and Jimmy frequently met up. Early on the two of you agreed that this would be just a summer fling, both aware that Jimmy wouldn’t be around forever as the show was set to move on to another state. You made sure to make the most of the time you had though, so Jimmy often took you out for picnics and such as well as back to his trailer.

You’d informed Ruth about the little arrangement you had with Jimmy and, after asking for the sordid details (especially about his hands), she agreed to cover for you for your parents, allowing you to spend nights with Jimmy instead of having to rush back home for a certain hour. However, this did make for an awkward first meeting with Jimmy’s mother when she didn’t knock before coming into his trailer one morning. It was awful and you were certain Ethel hated you, but she always made sure that there was a plate of breakfast saved for you in the mornings you were over. It turned out she was very welcoming of you, as were all the freaks, and you realised that this really was a family.

Of course it was hard when Jimmy finally had to go, but you’d been preparing for it so was ready for the goodbye. You parted on good terms, there were no tears or sobs. Just a hug, a kiss on the cheek from Jimmy and a reminder from you that if Jimmy were ever in town again to come find you. Then he and the rest of the freaks left, and you moved on with your life.

- - -

Two years later you were leaving work when you noticed a familiar figure standing outside the building. You grinned at Jimmy, who was smiling straight at you, and you hurried towards him. You noticed his now wooden hands but didn’t mention it and instead pulled him into a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you pulled back. You’d not heard anything about the freak show being back in town.

Jimmy simply said: “You said to come find you.”

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I hope this was okay for my first Jimmy fic. I know a lot of you reading this would have preferred it if smut was involved but unfortunately that is something that I am currently not confident enough to write, I hope you understand.

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[joshlmbrt]

CRY TO ME.

summary: you love like jimmy, jimmy likes loves maggie. maggie doesn’t like either of you.

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warnings: this does not follow the show!! no happy ending.

an: there is not enough jimmy darling on here, so i wanted to change that. this is probably extremely short </3

JUPITER, FLORIDA 1952.

MAY 5th.

The air was humid and hot the worse combination.

It had your hair sticking to your forehead and had made you pull out an uncomfortable pair - although cute - pair of shorts.

Tucking in the yellow shirt you had chosen to match, you step out of the caravan, fanning yourself with your hand as you step underneath the tent.

“Where’s Jimmy?” You head Ethel ask, scooping up some oatmeal in a bowl for you, placing it down in front of you.

“I seen him walk past the carousel earlier.” Paul says.

“I can go check.” You nod, standing from your seat - a little too eager.

Ethel thinks nothing of it, nodding as she glances up at you. “Alright, honey. Tell him to hurry. Elsa wants us to practice today.”

You only nod, standing from the bench as you walk towards the direction of the carousel, fingers playing with the small heart locket.

“We can run away.” You pause, pinching your brows together in confusion at Jimmy’s voice.

“Tonight. You and I.”

“Jimmy,” Maggie. You stay hidden behind the tree. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but something in you wanted to listen. “I would love to do that. . . You know I would, but I can’t.”

“Mags, c’mon. It’s me and you. . . We can run away while we have the chance.”

You close your eyes, shaking your head at the thought as you turn and walk away quickly, a twig suddenly breaking, pulling the two apart.

Jimmy sees your hair swaying, mouth parting as he pulls away from Maggie.

Why? He didn’t know. He should’ve kept trying to convince her if he really wanted to run away.

He says your name, but you keep walking. A warm hand wraps around your finger, and Jimmy is breathless.

“Hey. . . Did you hear all of that?” You only nod. He glances around before looking back down at you.

“She doesn’t want to run away, Jimmy. She doesn’t actually love you.”

He brows furrow and he stares down at you. “What? Why would you say that to me?” He shakes his head.

“Because you’re the only one who cannot see it and I’m tired of watching you pine after her.”

“You’re wrong,” He shakes his head again. “She does love me. She does!”

“She doesn’t,” You say simply, watching as he run as hand over her head. “She knows she can keep you hanging on because you love her.”

“You’re only saying that because you wish it was you, don’t you?”

Your jaw drops, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’re just overly and weirdly jealous of her,” He steps closer now, making you stumble back slightly, back against the tree. “It will never be you.”

You flinch at his words, looking down at the grass.

You could feel the heat prickling in your eyes, heart thumping in your throat.

“Okay,” Your voice wavers. You straighten your back, clearing your throat as you blink up at him. “Okay. Don’t listen to me then. But don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart. I mean it because I will not be there when she decides she’s had enough of your beggin’.”

You push past him, his eyes following you with a slight sadness in them - but anger was all over his face.

[mattymurderdocks]

Jimmy Darling is sooooo criminally underrated

[taintandviolent]

inspo: Bye Bye Love - Everly Brothers character: Jimmy Darling

It was like this every single season. Jimmy’s heart burned hotter than the summer heat, and every time the show wrapped up, Jimmy had a week or two of unbridled depression while they packed up and moved onto the next town, the girl he’d fallen in love with stayed behind.

Sometimes, it was a girl who saw the show more than once and fluttered her big ol’ lashes at him from the first row. Other times, it was some of the hired help; the ones who Elsa brought on in the popular towns, during the dead of summer. They sold confections, sold tickets, or helped with the rides.

It had been the soda girl this time; with her pretty locks of blonde hair, always tied up with a pink ribbon. She brought him pop every time she could. One time, she went to the general store, bought a pint of ice cream, and made ice cream floats for everyone. Jimmy got his first, with a wink and a demure smile, of course.

They’d made out on the Ferris Wheel and she tasted as sweet as the sodas she sold. Her lips were always warm and slippery with lipstick, and Jimmy felt like he was going to explode that night. She’d said that she didn’t want to go all the way with a stranger, even though Jimmy panted, begged in her ear. But that’s all he was — a stranger.

“There goes my baby,” he whimpered, shoving his fused fingers in his pockets.

She didn’t even look back at him as the light blue Cadillac towed her away. She was too busy tittering with her friends, telling them all about the summer she’d had. He’d come up in conversation, he was sure, but it wouldn’t be the way he wanted.

“Jimmy! Let’s go!”

[marchsfreakshow]

Sculpting Something More {Jimmy Darling x Reader}

You're a sculptor. Recently you've lost all inspiration, but you hear that Jupiter Florida has a Freakshow. Perfect inspiration.

No A/Ns this time

Your Perspective

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I pulled my car up by the entrance to the Freakshow. It was a chilly evening, and the sun was setting behind the clown-like door. If it was a door. It loomed over everyone, and I felt slightly intimidated as I held my sketchpad and pencil. Silently, I hoped the freaks would be an inspiration for my creations.

Excited murmurs surrounded me as I walked amongst the crowd. Creaky chairs were sat on, and I found my place at the back. If I stayed at the back, it would look less creepy as I drew. Soon enough, the lights turned off, and a spotlight turned onto a lady with a beard. Wonderful and pretty, but not enough. The show started.

Pinheads. I sketched them in the dark, taking in their facial expressions. Innocence and pure happiness in their smiles. I was sure they would make beautiful sculptures. But my thought-riddled kind didn't think it was enough, I needed something more. Whether it was a dwarf or not.

A voice started singing after a legless lady and a dwarf did an act. I looked up from my doodles to see Elsa Mars. Her voice was shaky tonight, and it was noticed in the crowd. People whispered things to each other. Boos were thrown, as well as the food people bought. It hurt to see honestly. Miss Mars was an extraordinary talent, and I was worried something might have happened backstage.

So as I drew, I sneaked out of the tent. No one noticed thankfully. It seemed they were all too busy hating Elsa. I snuck around to the back of the big tent and saw about 10 tents and caravans. Each one had a unique design and the name of the person who lived there. Perfect. "Hey pretty lady, what are you doing back here?" A voice asked. I looked up as I quickly slammed my notebook shut. It was dark, I couldn't see his face.

"I...um..it was a bit overwhelming in there, and I didn't want to be part of a crowd that hates Miss Elsa Mars. She's a wonderful singer." I chuckled awkwardly. I did feel bad for Elsa. The man took my hand and led me to a small light. His hands felt odd, two...oh, it was Jimmy. The lobster boy. "I can't see you in the dark, but, are you Jimmy?"

"Obvious by my hands." He grinned. "I'm glad you're not scared."

"I come here all the time," I smirked at Jimmy, before opening up a spot in the big tent and watching the Tattler Twins perform. People looked more entranced with them than they did with Elsa. So I opened up my book and sketched their faces quick. "Everyone who performs here is my new inspiration."

"Inspiration?"

"Yeah." I turned back around and pulled out a Polaroid from my pocket. It was small, but it had a picture of a sculpture. The sculpture was of a clown. Dully painted and it looked like it had a mask on. The Polaroid made it look tiny, whereas, in reality, it was just as tall as a bottle. A water bottle maybe.

Jimmy took it and stared at it eagerly. "Did you make that?" I just nodded, still a bit shy of my work.

"I'm hoping to make a bigger one, maybe sell it somewhere. I was going to use one of my sketches of your acts as a way to get people interested. No one seems to like clowns anymore. Not the one I made anyway." I just shrugged, nonchalantly flipping through my notebook and the sketches. But soon enough Jimmy gave me back the picture, and I stuffed it in my pocket once again. Nearly everything had been done, so I was wondering why Jimmy hadn't performed yet. "Are you not doing it tonight?"

"Huh? Oh, na. Ma said to take a break, so I'm watching today. But it seems I got distracted by a pretty face." He winked my way, and I just smiled at him with confidence. Such a smooth talker. I decided to head back, however, I wanted to go back home since I had grabbed all the inspiration I had.

"Well thank you for the conversation, Jimmy. I didn't plan to stay long, so I should be getting home now." We reached my car quite swiftly. In the short silence, he handed me a little slip of paper. A number, like I could make so many calls to this man, and the address of the place. The freakshow had an address? No matter what I thought, I gracefully took it and smiled at him still. Whoops and claps surrounded the area, the show must have ended. "Uh, bye..!" I quickly said to the man as I got in my car and just as swiftly drove off.

"Um...Okay then." I heard him say as I drove off. It felt embarrassing, but I knew I was going to start asking him stupid questions otherwise. To distract myself from my own thoughts, I turned on the radio. Simple songs played, but it was nice as I got myself back home in almost record time.

Once I got home, I rushed myself inside and ran straight up to the studio. It was a small loft, and plenty of shelves engulfed the walls. The light was dim and only made a small difference to the light that the window brought in. In the middle of the room, a table, with a bowl of water on top of it, and a chair scooted next to it. There were plenty of additions to the table and the shelves. A place for my food, and drink. One table opposite my work table, in which I always placed my notebook. The notebook not only held my inspirations but also my final sketched-out piece of work that I would slowly craft.

Once I got everything ready, I settled the Notebook down. It was a finished drawing of Jimmy and Ma Petite. He was sitting down and smiling towards the lovely woman. And she stood on a wood stump, with a doll's crown on her head. Both are beautiful people. Both are hard work. As I sat down in front of the clay, I just stared at the drawing.

I started for what felt like hours and hours, focusing on the details of Jimmy's face that I drew. Almost like a distraction from my work, and what I was meant to be doing. His face, and his build. The way he talked, the way he walked. Everything I thought about took me further into a fantasy. The only way I left the sweet fantasy was by feeling the clay sinking into my elbow. "Shit.." I muttered, getting up quickly and cleaning off the damp clay. Probably a sign I should have started the sculpture already.

Either way, I got started and got myself into my work faster than ever.

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The box slightly clattered around the trunk as I drove. Every time I heard the noise, I cringed, hoping the bumpy road wouldn't break the sculpture. But since the road was getting more bumpy, and less careful, I knew I was close. The other reason I knew was because I saw the Seal Boy with Amazon Eve, taking down a poster. Confused, I stopped my car and walked up to the seal boy. "Um, hello. I was wondering why you were taking Ethel's poster down. Is she retiring?" I asked innocently. He just shook his head, almost seeming guilty.

"Ethel passed away recently. Elsa told us to take it down as soon as possible. And poor Jimmy's heartbroken..."

"Oh. Oh, that's dreadful. I was going up to the freakshow to give Jimmy something actually. Maybe it will help him?" I shrugged my shoulders as Eve came down from the footstool.

"What is it?" She asked, crossing her arms. As soon as she said that, I opened the car's trunk, and pulled the box out, opening it as I walked back towards them.

"It's him and Ma Petie. They were good inspiration, and, Jimmy is handsome."

Eve and Seal Boy looked at it endearingly. I put the box down and took out the sculpture. It was the size of both of my palms, so it fit perfectly. "I do hope he and Ma Petite like it. This is one of my bigger projects."

"It looks wonderful! Jimmy'll love it." Eve said. Happy with the response, I put it back in the box and in the trunk.

"Indeed. Will you guys be okay getting back or would you like me to ride you the rest of the way?" They looked at each other, before nodding. I led them to the car, and we all got in. Silence filled the car's journey, but soon enough we got to the back of the freakshow. "Where should I park?"

"Anywhere will be okay." Seal Boy smiled, so I parked by the Ferris wheel, and let the two of them get out. After that, I went to the trunk and took the box out. "Let's take you to Jimmy." He smiled, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, and we walked to Jimmy's trailer. He was sat outside, staring at the ground.

"Jimmy. You have a guest." He said, before walking off. Jimmy looked up at me, and a smile enlightened his face.

"It's you."

"It's me, Jimmy! Also, Y/N. That's my name. I'm sorry I didn't throw it the other night. I was so caught up in my thoughts, and what I could do, I completely forgot."

"It's.. It's fine. I'm glad I get to see you again. Where did you meet Paul?"

I smiled at Jimmy, completely ignoring his question, and focusing on his eyes again. The images from the fantasy came back to me. But I internally shook them off and just placed the box in his lap. "I came across him and Eve while driving here. I decided to drive them back here. I'm sorry about Ethel."

"It's okay. What's in this box by the way?" Jimmy asked, staring at it in confusion.

"Open it and you will find out." I grinned, taking a chair and sitting beside him. He glanced at me before opening the box and taking out the figure. In shock, he dropped the box, thank god. But he kept a grip on the figure. The painted shadows, Ma Petite in her wonderful pink sari. Jimmy in his leather jacket, sitting by the wood stump. "I hope you like it, and that Ma Petite-" I got cut off as he hugged me closely. I quickly returned the hug, seeming that he liked it.

"It's wonderful Y/N. Thank you." He whispered, still not letting me go, but was happily accepted.

"I'm so glad you like it, Jimmy."

"I love it. I really do." He let the hug go and held onto my hands. "Let's show it to Ma Petite, and then maybe get some lunch? I'd like to return the favour." He winked again at me, and I felt like I was going to faint. But I nodded and squeezed his wrist.

"I'd love that Jimmy."

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[bookloover35]

Jimmy Darling X fem reader- Our little family.

Yns Pov:

A family of your own.

It was all I could think about since Jimmy and I got married.

Our dream was to leave The Freak Show, move into our own house, get a dog and have our own children.

All I've wanted is a son and a daughter.

A boy who looks exactly like his father and a little girl who looks exactly like me.

At first, the idea of ​​having children was terrifying to Jimmy.

He was so afraid that our child will inherit his hands but, we talked and now he wants to have children with me more than anything else.

But it seems that both our dreams have been crushed, went to the doctor and he told me that I will never be able to have children of my own.

Due to a hereditary disease that I have inherited from my biological mother.

Jimmy: Dearest there you are.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Yn: Hi.

That was all I could say then I broke down.

All I could do was cry.

Jimmy: Hey baby Is everything okay?

What did the doctor say?

Yn: He said......... he said.

I couldn't get the words out, just more and more tears came.

He put his arms around me and said.

Jimmy: Shhhh take a deep breath dearest i'm here.

You know you can tell me everything.

But how?

[fear-is-truth]

TEMPTER, OR THE TEMPTED?

── kai anderson x fem! reader

part II of SWEET PUNISHMENTS

warnings: mdni! edging. cockwarming. dub con. unprotected p in v. exhibitionism. name calling. not proofread + english is not my first language

a/n: this was kinda rushed cuz i was sick when i wrote this one... sorry if there are any misspellings!

read part one here!!

The clock hung on the wall to your left, its numbers just out of your line of sight, as if making a mockery of your inability to tell how much time had passed. It felt like hours since Kai forced you to sit on his cock during a cult meeting. As a punishment.

Oh fuck.

Your thighs gave a telltale quiver, and then you felt the warm gush of your arousal dribbling onto Kai’s trousers. Panicked, you casually glanced around the crowed basement. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice, since their eyes were glued on your Divine Ruler.

Unfortunately, Kai noticed. Pausing mid-sentence, he leaned his face near your ear in a conspiratorial manner.

“Poor lamb… can’t control yourself, hm?”

He chuckled darkly before turning his attention back to his gang of loyal lapdogs.

“Boys! Remember what I said about porno?”

Kai hollered on top of his lungs, right next to your ear which made you wince. Obnoxious creep. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the men, punctuated by an overly enthusiastic “Hell fucking yes!” by that suck-up nicknamed Speedwagon whom you especially despised.

“Are we allowed to watch it?”

He screamed. Again, the room chorused in unison— “No!” “Fuck no!” and “Porn makes you weak!” A sinister smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he nodded, satisfied.

“Your leader has taught you well. In that case, guess what boys, you're in for a treat today!”

With that, he grabbed you by the elbows and hoisted you off his lap as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Before you could react, you found yourself sprawled on the floor.

A shocked gasp, and then someone (you suspected it was that fuckass dickhead Gary) let out a wolf-whistle. You realised in sickening horror, how pathetic you must looked—your hair was a disheveled mess, the miniskirt and the lack of panties displayed your lower regions to Kai and the rest of the men to gawk at.

Embarrassment burned hot against your cheeks as you fought to suppress a sob that had been welling up in your chest. Twenty-two pairs of eyes bore into you, a mixture of shock, amusement, and silent judgment.

“Discipline. That’ll do you good,”

Kai clicked his tongue reproachfully before bending down, administrating two, harsh slaps across your ass. You whimpered, because it stung but mostly out of humiliation. You started to crawl, military style on your elbows in a feeble attempt to escape.

“Just where do you think you’re going, lamb?”

Amused, he allowed you to get a few feet away before he squatted down and grabbed you roughly by the ankles, dragging you back towards him. Frantically, you scrambled desperately to find purchase on the carpet, your nails leaving marks like a silly cartoon cat.

The urge to kick him in the face was dangerously tempting. Kai was going to carry out his threat, because you fully knew he had no issues with having sex in front the cult. In fact, the idea was probably even more gratifying to him to see everyone's reaction to your humiliation.

Twisted, sick fuck that he was.

And yet, why did this shit turned you on?

Perhaps you were as sick as he was.

“Such a whore for your leaders attention,” he positioned himself behind you, “…Now you’re gonna get what you’ve been begging for. You know why? Because I’m no tyrant; I’m your benevolent, gracious ruler!”

Digging his nails into your hips, Kai slammed his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one, smooth movement. Thanks to the prelude of your punishment, your body had already worked itself well enough to accommodate the full force of his brutality without too much agony.

You cried out when your face rubbed against the coarse texture of the carpet, the friction burning your skin. Even so, the sensation of him filling you felt so exquisitely good that you loathed yourself.

It was only a matter of moments before the men started to get restless; fidgeting in their sleeping bags and looking visibly uncomfortable as they witnessed Kai dole out “punishment”.

“Little slut, gonna fill you up with my divine seed-”

A throaty moan escaped his lips, and then he started to fuck you with earnest. The wet squelches of your connecting bodies ricocheted through the basement, and your back arched every time his hips came in contact with your ass.

Walls constricting around him, you felt the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot again and again, prompting your back to arch like a tightly wound bow. Kai leaned forward, chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered:

“The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?”

At first, the question made absolutely no sense to you. Then it clicked; the theatrical fuck was quoting Shakespeare.

Ridiculous as it seemed, that was all it took to sent you thrashing over the edge. Euphoric waves of pleasure crashed through your body, and Kai was right behind you in his quest for release. In a matter of seconds, rope after rope of his cum was spilling into you, just as he’d promised. Still panting, he pulled out of you with a soft, wet squelch.

Trembling, you stayed sprawled on the floor, the combined release leaking out between your thighs. The room was pin-drop silent. The only sound that could be heard was the rustle of cloth as Kai pulled up his trousers.

“Now boys, tell me. This is way better than PornHub, right?”

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[babygorewhore]

Gentle Guidance. Jimmy Darling smut.

Your new boyfriend is so hot that you need some relief. But you can’t get yourself off. Luckily, he’s there to help you. WARNINGS! Smut with no plot. Female masturbation. Fingering. Praise! Soft! Dom Jimmy.

You and Jimmy had been on four dates. They all went amazing. You had met at the diner, after seeing him, he invited you to the show so see him sing and you were mesmerized. His voice was hypnotic. His hands didn’t bother you, instead they drew you in. You found him adorable and charming. And sexy.

He was always flirting, calling you nicknames like doll. Baby. And sometimes, sweetie. Something you loved. But you wanted to take things slow. You hadn’t been with anyone romantically before. He was your first boyfriend. And you didn’t want to mess it up.

He took you to his modest trailer, you planned on spending the night with him but you weren’t sure what would happen. Were you ready for the next step? You laid on his bed, he was taking a shower. You remembered the feeling of his hands on your thigh as you both sat at the diner. His grip had been strong yet gentle. Territorial over you. You heard Jimmy humming to himself in the bathroom, you still had time. Your core tightened as you realized he was shirtless. His muscular body exposed. You wanted him to touch you but you hadn’t been touched before by anyone. Not even yourself. Your parents hadn’t educated you on pleasure and the internet was only so helpful.

Your fingers reached down to your underwear, grazing over your center. You started circling your clit slowly, it felt nice but your fingers were too small. You reached down, trying to insert two fingers in, something your friends mentioned felt really good but you winced, you hadn’t even gone first knuckle deep. Your eyes closed as you tried to force it, it was painful. You weren’t wet.

Jimmy had come out of the bathroom, just in boxers when he saw the scene before him. Your eyebrows were pulled together. Your mouth pressed in a line. You were frustrated. Trying to touch yourself but clearly it wasn’t working. He smirked and quietly moved to the edge of the bed. You felt the dip of the mattress and froze.

Fuck, he caught you.

Your hand quickly left your pussy and your eyes went wide. “Jimmy-“

“whatcha doing, doll face?” He asked you, teasing you.

“Um.” You stuttered but he already saw. “I’m. Trying to. Um. Get ready for you?” Jimmy leaned forward, his hand gently caressing your calve muscle.

“Hmm.” He said, focusing on your eyes. “But clearly you looked like it wasn’t working. What’s wrong? Can’t get yourself off?”

You blushed furiously, shaking your head. “No. It doesn’t feel good.” Jimmy shook his head. He couldn’t have a girl in his trailer unsatisfied. Let alone his girlfriend.

“What do you normally do?” You looked away from him.

“I’ve never done it before.” You whispered and Jimmy’s eyebrows shot up.

“What? You haven’t touched yourself?” He almost groaned at your innocence. This was a treat for him. An untouched girl.

“No. I don’t know how.” You wanted to vanish into thin air from embarrassment. Jimmy smiled and his hand trailed up your leg, gently separating your thighs.

“Well, doll. Looks like you need someone to help you. Do you want that? Do you want me to help you?” His fingers moved up ever so slightly, near your underwear.

You nodded nervously and he moved closer to you, hovering over your body. “First things first. You need to be wet enough, darlin.” You opened your mouth to respond but he lifted your hand up, gently placing your two fingers in his mouth. He started sucking, his tongue grazing over the pads of your finger tips. You shuddered, your eyes frozen on his lips.

He removed them from his mouth before he leaned down, his nose grazing your neck as he started placing light kisses along your skin. His shirtless torso pressed against your chest, as he started sucking on your sweetspot. Your breathing grew heavier as he turned his head, licking gently above your collarbone on your pulse point.

He took your hand, pressing your wet two fingers against your clit. “Start moving in slow circles, baby. Get yourself warmed up.” Your pussy clenched as your fingers dampened from your movements. This was so much better than what you were doing.

His own finger grazed against your waistband of your underwear as he started pulling them down. He dragged them off you, as they stuck to your body. Your bare core was exposed as he started moving his own hand down to your entrance. “That’ll open you right up, sweetheart.” He started inserting the tips of his conjoined fingers inside and you moaned. It didn’t hurt before, giving your extra slick providing lube as your speed increased on your clit.

“Do you want me to go inside, babydoll? You want me to fingerfuck this tight pussy?” He asked you. You nodded rapidly.

He went a little deeper. His first knuckles going inside, your walls clenched around him as you breathed deeper. “That feel good?”

“Yes. Fuck.” You whimpered against him, pressing your head against the pillow. Jimmy started curling his fingers, reaching the deeper parts of you and your legs tightened around his hands, keeping them there.

Your stomach was tightening in response. “Good girl.” He praised as he went faster, enjoying the sight of you crumbling under him.

Your clit was assaulted by your own speed, your eyes drifted shut from the sensation as he touched your g spot. You weren’t going to last much longer, something built inside you and you panted. “Jimmy. Something’s happening-“

“Damn straight. Let go. I want you to come.” He commanded.

You fell apart, heat rushing to your body as your orgasm coming over you. Your hips rolled, chasing your climax as you settled against the mattress. He slowly removed his hand and you groaned at the loss of contact. You opened your eyes and sweat pooled over your forehead. Jimmy smiled down at you before capturing your lips in a kiss.

“That was so hot, Angel. Was that better?” He asked you.

“So much better.” You responded against his mouth.

Jimmy glanced behind him at the clock.

“I think you can give me another one, don’t you?”

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[thedragonqueensblog]

Imagine breaking up the plan when you realize that you're in love with Jimmy Darling

Anonymous request: Maybe I request where Maggie and her sister get a job and pretend to like that freaks they're working for Stanley just like scene but y/N breaks up the deal since she falls love Jimmy so her sister and Stanley gets at her so Stanley gets Revenge and tells Jimmy. That Y/n never loved him that it was all game to get him to love with her so she could kill him so when she sees at him hospital he doesn't sees her but then he saves her from Maggie

Your taxi pulled up to the freak show not noticing someone was following it over to the road. You both appear from the cab "Sorry, but we're close." the handsome guy tells your sister and you

"We're not here as customers, we want a job." You smile

He gives your sister and you a look as he looked at both of you up and down he shakes his head

"I'm a fortune teller and my sister has a nice voice." Maggie tells him

"Follow me this way." He says

"Who are they?" Elsa asks

"I think she's a legitimate teller." He tells Elsa. "Her sister has a nice voice."

Elsa raises an eyebrow "I doubt it."

Maggie and you entered the room you began to sing making Jimmy and Elsa shocked They clapped and shouted

"You're hired." Elsa tells you

You looked over at your sister you both smirked at each other

"So you're the fortune teller?" Elsa laughs

"Don't believe me?" Maggie asks angrily

"No." Elsa answers

Maggie takes out her crystal ball and puts it on the table "There's a strange man that is going to help you achieve this."

"When is that man coming?" Elsa asks, obviously craving the fame "I'm just curious."

"Sooner than you expect." Maggie fakes a smile

"You're hired by the way." Elsa smiles at the thought of having fame

Later that night Jimmy and you were at the telephone booth you were in the phone booth talking to Stanley while Jimmy was outside on his motorcycle waiting for you

"I don't think it's a good idea murder wasn't a part of my plan." You said on the phone

"Y/n no one will miss a freak." Stanley reassures you

You hang up and went outside where you see a police car stop behind Jimmy and you

"Miss, are you lost? Is he bothering you? " The policeman asks, giving a disgust look at Jimmy

You shake your head with a smile, "I'm fine,he's not bothering me."

"Are you sure?" He raised an eyebrow

"Why wouldn't I be?" You give him a confused look

"Because a good girl like you shouldn't be hanging around with people like that." The officer smirks

You looked over at Jimmy You noticed that he was starting to get upset " "I can hang out with whoever I want. No one tells me what I can't do or what I can do."

"It smells like pig shit anyways." Jimmy tells you making you laugh

Jimmy and you notice Twisty In the woods you two ran to him and before you two could stop him you both were captured

"Awe, what a beautiful thing, but sadly today, it's your last day. Any last words? " Dany smirks

Before he could sawed in you half he was knocked off by Jimmy and you went to save the kids Jimmy and you quickly went to the camp with thank you's from the citizens

"Why haven't your sister and you been answering my calls." Stanley asks angrily

"We've just been busy." Maggie tells him

"Doing what? Hanging out with them. kill Jimmy I told Y/n that, but now it seems like she doesn't want to." Stanley mocks

Jimmy and you were kissing as Maggie quickly pushes Jimmy away from you so she could slap you Maggie looked at you angrily as you touch your cheek

"Maggie, what's wrong with you? Why did you slap Y/n for? " Jimmy asks

"I need to talk to Y/n so Jimmy leave us."Maggie says

Jimmy looked at you waiting for your approval. You nodded at him and he kissed your forehead before he left "see you later darling."

"Why did you slap me?" You asked

"Why haven't you killed him already? You were supposed to kill him three days ago. What's taking you too long?" Maggie incensed

"I can't do it." You whispered

"What do you mean you can't do it?" Maggie infuriate

"Sorry Maggie I can't do it because I fell in love with Jimmy so the deal is off." You said to her

"You're a stupid one, you were not supposed to fall in love with that ugly freak. " Maggie furiously slaps you "since you're in love with that freak, I don't have any choice but to kill him myself."

You got down on your knees "Maggie please I beg you don't kill him, please I love him so much that I don't know what I'll do without him."

Maggie rolled her eyes "don't be dramatic." She quickly gives you a look before leaving "just know that I'm going to tell Stanley about this."

You quickly left your tent you notice that Jimmy was coming your way you quickly wiped off your tears you saw that he had a flower crown on his hand

He smiled and put the flower crown on your head. "I know it's been a couple days that we have met, but I was wondering if you want to be my girlfriend."

You grinned and pulled Jimmy into a kiss "that's my answer."

Stanley slapped Maggie "how can Y/n and you be that stupid."

"I didn't fall in love with that freak Y/n did." Maggie argues

"You should have killed him instead of wasting time. " Stanley says,irritated

"It's not my fault that every time I try to get him alone, he is always with Y/n or with the freaks. " Maggie infuriating tells Stanley

"Maggie don't you think? You don't have a brain?" Stanley barks

"Don't insult me, how come you don't do it yourself instead of asking us." Maggie crossed her arms

"Of course I'm going to do it, I'll do a better job than your stupid sister and you."

"What are you doing to me?" Jimmy cries in pain

"Just showing Y/n what happens when she doesn't keep up with the plan." Stanley laughs

"What plan? What are you talking about?" Jimmy asks confused

Stanley laughs "the plan was for Maggie and Y/n to be a fake fortune teller and a singer once they got your freaks Family and your trust they were supposed to kill all of you."

"You're lying, I know your lying Y/n is not like that she loves my family and me." Jimmy shakes his head

"I bet Y/n faked her love for your family and you she wouldn't love an ugly freak like you Jimmy."

You walked into Jimmy's room you made your way to his bed you press a kiss on his forehead, causing him to wake up and push you away

"Jellybean?" You asked hurt

"Don't touch me." Jimmy tells you

"Jellybean what did I do?" You asked, confused on why Jimmy was acting like this to you

"Y/n don't act dumb you know what your sister and you did. I already found out about your plan."

"Jellybean, please let me explain." You tell him crying

"Explain what? You were waiting to get our trust so your sister and you could kill us? Or that your love for me was fake." Jimmy wiped his tears off

"Jellybean please when I realized that I was in love with you I broke off the plan." You try to tell him

"You should have told me if you had told me I could possibly find a way to forget you but I can't." Jimmy shakes his Head at you

"Jimmy, please believe me when I say that I love you with all of my heart." You try to reassure him

"I should have known a normal woman wouldn't fall for a freak like me." Jimmy whispers to you crying

"Jellybean please I love you-". You try to get Jimmy to look at you

Jimmy turns his head to look in another direction "Leave Y/n I don't want to see you or hear you."

"Jimmy-".

"I said leave."

You quickly left Jimmy's room crying as the family stared at you sadly there were no hated towards you

"Jimmy, you act it so cold towards her." Dot tells Jimmy

"What she did to us was worse than I was to her. " Jimmy tells Dot and Bette

"We know what she did was bad, but she really loves you. We could see it in her eyes. " Bette said

"If she does love me then how come she didn't tell me sooner?" Jimmy asks

"Maybe she was finding a way to tell you without you getting mad at her." Dot answers

"Or perhaps she did want to tell you, but she was scared to lose you. " Bette says

You packed all of your belongings you wiped off your tears you quickly left the letter on the bed before you could stand up you were knocked out

Jimmy quickly went to your shared trailer he had tears on his face when he saw you were gone, he angrily stomps the ground, he was about to leave when he notices a letter on the bed he quickly opens the letter

Dear,

"My Jellybean I know what I did was wrong that I can't forget myself for hurting you the best man of my life I know that I should told you but I was scared to lose you you mean the world to me a lot but now my world is gone because of me because of my lies I'm truly sorry for what I have done not only did I lost the family and your trust but i lost your love that you had for me I always imagined us getting married and having kids now I have to suffer and not see it happen I'm leaving so you don't have to face me anymore I hope one day you can forget me once again I'm truly sorry for everything that I did or for what I didn't do just know that I'll always love you with all of my heart."

Love, Y/n

Jimmy wiped off his tears, "I love you too my darling, I need to find you." Jimmy stood but he kneeled when he saw your flower crown on the floor with a card on it "come and find your girlfriend hopefully you get there on time."

"Maggie, please don't do this." You pleased

Maggie rolled her eyes "Shut up Y/n you should have killed that freak Jimmy but since you didn't do it you need to suffer."

"Maggie, I'm your sister." You tell her

"You're not my sister. I can't have a sister that can't do her part of the plan because she's in love with that freak. " Maggie shakes her head "I'll be the laughter of everyone because of you dating that freak, so I can't have that happen."

"Maggie let her go." Jimmy tells her

"Awe look sis your Boyfriend is here to save you how cute and romantic." Maggie teases

"I mean it Maggie let her go."

"Jimmy I was just joking with my sis right Y/n I was joking with you." Maggie looks at you "tell him that I was just joking with you."

You quickly got out from Maggie grip Jimmy opened his arms to hug you he pressed a kiss to your lips, "I forget you Y/n I love you so much.

You smiled "I love you so much as well."

The family, Jimmy, and you were watching Maggie volunteerd to be sawed in half for for Chester Creb magic trick not noticing that Chester was hallucinating your sister Maggie for Lucy, Alice, and Marjorie

You looked away when you saw what he did to your sister. He looked at you "I can put her back." You knew that your sister was gone so you told Jimmy to take you away "darling, I'm very sorry for your sister." Jimmy pulls you into a hug

"I can't do anything about it, she's gone."

Jimmy pulls you into a kiss "I have missed your kisses."

"Jimmy, I have something to tell you I hope it makes you happy." You smiled

"Well darling, I want to ask you something that I know that will make you happy." Jimmy grinned

"What is it?"

Jimmy got down to one of his knees and pulled out a ring box from his pocket "will you please marry me."

You let out tears "Yes, Jimmy I'll marry you."

Jimmy stood up and hugged you "you made me the happiest man in the world so darling, what did you want to tell me?"

"I'm pregnant." You smiled

"I'm going to be a father." Jimmy looks at you happily

You nodded, smiling as Jimmy happily leaves to go tell the family about the great news

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Red Dress (Jimmy Darling x fem!reader)

When a handless Jimmy Darling is brought into the hospital you take it upon yourself as a nurse to help care for him.

Warnings: probably a whole lot of medical inaccuracies (whoops), a tiny bit of blood?

Notes: I was originally planning to post a Kyle fic but I recently rewatched Freak Show and got inspired. Also, it’s been a while since I wrote Jimmy!

The ‘Tupperware Party Massacre’ (as it had been dubbed) was a pretty popular conversation topic amongst the nurses. Many had friends attending that party so there were some pretty strong and emotional feelings about it, and especially about the suspected culprit Jimmy Darling. Lobster Boy from the local freak show. Also frequent source of pleasure for many women in Jupiter, many including the nurses you worked with. 

“I can’t believe it,” one woman cried. “That could have been me!” 

“I feel sick,” another said. “Knowing that I let that monster touch me in such a way.”

“I’m not that surprised,” a third added. “I mean, he belongs to that freak show. They should all be locked up if you asked me.”

You never got involved in their gossip, rather preferring to stick to yourself and just do your job. You did talk to the other nurses, but once the conversations turned nasty you would often excuse yourself and find something else to occupy your free time. You were hearing all the nasty things the girls were saying and said nothing, even though a part of you wanted to intervene. You’d been to the freak show and seen them all perform and found it unnecessarily cruel the way the townspeople spoke about and to the freaks. None of them were scary or ugly or monsters. They were just people, and you didn’t understand why others couldn’t accept that.

When Jimmy Darling was transported to the hospital you worked at for treatment the gossiping only got worse and was fueled with more hatred and anger. The other nurses didn’t understand why they were even offering help to him. ‘He deserves to rot’, many of them said. ‘Why should we be obliged to help him when he murdered our friends?’

“Maybe I could slip something into his food,” one of the girls said. “No one would have to know.” The others giggled.

“Or maybe smother him with a pillow,” another suggested. “It’s not like he could fight back. It would be so easy.”

You felt sick at what you were hearing. As a nurse you swore an oath to help save and care for people. These girls were talking about killing Jimmy. Even if they were joking you found it awful. How could these girls call themselves nurses if they were so willing to let a patient die? And by their own hand?

You’d had enough of listening to their nonsense and decided to carry on with your duties early, unable to stomach another word of what they were saying. You were just heading down the hallway of one of the lower floors when you heard a whimpering. You froze in your tracks, the sad sound distracting you.

“Help,” you heard someone moan. It was quiet, barely audible, but you still noticed it. There was another whimper. “Help.”

Deciding that your cleaning duties were no longer important you investigated the noise, the instinct to help and care kicking in. You retraced your steps until you came to a slightly ajar door. You heard the same whimpering sound, the same cry for help. 

You gently knocked on the door before pushing it open, only to reveal Jimmy Darling laid in the bed, chained up. He looked awful. His face was red and clammy, damp hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. His eyes were bloodshot, definitely from crying due to the dampness of his cheeks, and you noticed how he winced with every slightest movement. 

Then there were his hands, or lack of. You held in a gasp at the sight of the two bloody stubs where his infamous lobster claws should have been. Blood had seeped through the bandages and they clearly should have been changed hours ago, but you were not surprised that his care had been neglected. No nurse was going to offer Jimmy any care after the Tupperware Party Massacre.

Jimmy tried to lift his head to see who was at the door, but it fell back against the pillow quickly, the pain being too much. You felt a pang of sadness for the guy. He didn’t look good.

“Hi,” you said softly. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Can you get me something for-” Jimmy hissed in pain as his left stump accidentally brushed against his leg. “Something for the pain?” The way he spoke was quiet and slow and almost slurred. He sounded exhausted. Your sympathy for him grew.

“Of course,” you nodded, sending him a gentle smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You left Jimmy’s room and headed off to find something to ease Jimmy’s pain. You had to be careful, not wanting to be caught taking supplies without the consent of a doctor. Since Jimmy was so obviously in agony it was clear that no one had been instructed to give him pain relief (probably due to his supposed murderer status), so it was up to you alone to help him. You grabbed a few supplies, not enough to be suspicious, and made your way back to Jimmy, making sure no one saw you. You would undoubtedly be in trouble if someone with authority found out you were skipping your daily duties to help a criminal.

“This should help,” you showed Jimmy the needle and vial of clear liquid as you came back through the door. You headed over to his bed and gestured to it with a nod. “May I?” 

Jimmy nodded and you took a seat next to him on his bed. You did your thing and carefully filled the needle with the clear liquid. You wiped down the skin of his inner elbow before lightly pressing the needle into his skin and pushing down, injecting him with the pain relief. “There,” you smiled as you pulled the needle out. “That should do the trick, at least for a little while.”

Jimmy tried his best to smile at you, but it came out as more of a grimace. 

A damp cloth was amongst the other supplies you brought back and you gently pressed it to his forehead in an attempt to cool him down, concerned about how red and sweaty he was. You were a nurse and you were doing your job, caring for the sick.

Jimmy watched you, eyes filled with a slight glimpse of confusion. You were the first nurse who was nice to him. The other two he had seen whilst strapped to the bed had offered no help at all, just glaring at him whilst they did the bare minimum. You, however, were tending to all of his needs. The damp cloth against his forehead felt soothing and he loved the caring feeling.

“T-thank you,” Jimmy stuttered, already starting to feel the effects of the pain relief. 

“It’s not a problem,” you said politely. “It’s my job to care for people. You included.”

Jimmy nodded. It was weird, you looked almost… familiar to him. Like he knew you from somewhere, like your paths had crossed before. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but Jimmy was definitely convinced that the two of you had met before.

You began to move onto your next mission. “I’m just going to change your bandages,” you told Jimmy. He hummed in response. He looked ever so slightly more content than he had a few minutes ago, so you assumed that you could go ahead without causing him too much more pain. “I’m sorry if this hurts a little,” you apologised before grabbing hold of his right stump as lightly as you could and beginning to unravel the blood soaked bandages. 

He hissed at the pain once again, but he didn’t flinch away or shake or even cry like he had done previously. You took this as a sign that the pain relief was doing its job. You apologised to him again before taking off the last bit, revealing the real damage. You winced yourself at the sight of his arm. Thick black stitches were surrounded by irritated red skin and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how that must feel. 

“That bad?” Jimmy mumbled. 

You didn’t say anything and instead just shot him a sympathetic look. You pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the pocket of your uniform and poured a little onto a piece of gauze. “This is going to sting,” you warned before gently dabbing it over his butchered stump. This time Jimmy let out a cry and your heart broke for him. Even with the pain relief you could see that he was still hurting and you wished there was more you could do.

After cleaning the stitches and inflamed skin you began to wrap up his stump again, as carefully as you could. Jimmy appreciated your soft touch. The last person who sorted out his bandages obviously did not care for his well being and was rough, ignoring his cries of pain. You were taking care of him better than anyone else ever did.

You got up and walked round to the other side of the bed before sitting down and beginning to repeat the process with his left stump. 

“You look familiar,” Jimmy muttered, curious as to where he knew you from, and you froze, stopping unravelling his bandages.

Yes, you would have looked familiar to Jimmy. You had been one of his ‘clients’, or whatever the ladies were referred to as. It had been your friend’s birthday and as a treat a couple of people had pulled some strings and invited Jimmy Darling to the party, obviously to offer special favours. You didn’t know who Jimmy was at that point, or what he did, but the other girls who had previously encountered him quickly informed you. You blushed as they told you. Towards the end of the party you were the only person who hadn’t paid Jimmy a visit, and at your friends’ insistence you finally decided to go and see him and what the fuss was all about. 

You still remember it clearly as if it were recent and not a year ago. You remember how nervous you were once you were stood outside the door. The butterflies you felt both from nerves and anticipation as you knocked. The warmth that flooded your cheeks when you entered and saw Jimmy laid out on the bed, a sultry smirk on his face. How heavy your breathing was when you laid down and saw him at the end of the bed and the intense feeling that followed once he got to work. It was the first time you’d done anything like that, paid for pleasure, and the only time. And, although you’d never admit it, as you left that bedroom hot, flustered and satisfied you were glad you attended that birthday party.

“Uh, yes,” you blushed, unable to look Jimmy in the eye. Instead you kept your gaze firmly on his arm that you got back to work on. “Our paths have crossed.” 

Jimmy saw how red your cheeks were and from your stuttering and refusal to look at him he had an idea of where he knew you from. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said, attempting to tease you, even in his distressed state. “I hope I did a good job.”

Jimmy’s words did not help your blush. Your gaze still remained as you repeated the process with the rubbing alcohol, cringing again at the same cry of pain. You went back to wrapping it back up. “Yeah, it was good,” you nodded, voice slightly a higher pitch from embarrassment, and finally looked up at him.

Even though he was in obvious pain and discomfort, Jimmy still managed to have the tiniest grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back.

Now you’d finished with Jimmy’s bandages you really needed to get back to your actual duties. “I’m really sorry,” you apologised. “I’ve got to get back to work.” You felt bad for leaving him, but you had stuff you needed to do before your shift was over. 

“It’s okay,” Jimmy murmured. His teasing grin turned into a small yet genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you gathered up the used bandages and other supplies you picked up that could go back in the cupboard. “I’ll try and come back tomorrow if you need any more help.”

Jimmy nodded, immensely grateful for your care and support.

- - -

You were supposed to be on your break, but instead used it as your time to go and visit Jimmy and see if he needed any help today. Ever since you cared for him yesterday he’d been on your mind, both the sight of him so vulnerable in that hospital bed and the birthday party. You’d been waiting for the perfect moment to go and see him, but unfortunately it was a very busy day and the only free time you managed to find was your break. Oh well, you’d happily sacrifice your break to take care of him.

The door to his room was closed when you arrived, so you gently knocked twice before opening it. You were met with the same sight as yesterday, Jimmy chained up in his bed looking tired and uncomfortable. “Hi,” you greeted.

Jimmy perked up and smiled. “Hey.”

You closed the door behind you. “Is there anything I can help you with today?”

Jimmy’s smile faltered and a look of embarrassment replaced it. He turned his head to look at a full tray of food on the nightstand next to him before looking back at you with pleading eyes.

Understanding what he meant, you smiled and nodded before pulling up a chair to the side of his bed and sitting down. You picked up the fork from the tray and scooped up a bit of what you assumed was mashed potato before moving it closer to Jimmy’s mouth and allowing him to take the mouthful. 

You wouldn’t dare say it, but it was like feeding a child and you felt a familiar pang of sympathy for the former Lobster Boy. Was this really his life now? Having to be hand fed food by other people? That’s if he lives through this, you thought. He was in a pretty dangerous position right now with the cops and the Tupperware Party Massacre. There were high chances Jimmy wasn’t getting out alive.

Did you believe that Jimmy killed those women? No, you didn’t. You’d thought about this last night and came to the conclusion that you believed he was innocent. Perhaps it was naivety, but you could just not comprehend the idea that this vulnerable, distressed man you were literally having to feed yourself was capable of the horrors that happened at that party. You couldn’t put those two together. 

You continued to feed Jimmy until he decided he was full and then afterwards you helped him have a drink of the glass of water left with his dinner. He smiled at you gratefully once you were done, but it wasn’t a real smile. You could see the shame and embarrassment in his eyes over how he needed you to feed him. He hated being so useless.

You were checking your watch to see how much longer you had of your break when Jimmy spoke up. “A red dress,” he said. 

You looked up at him with a sense of confusion. “Sorry?”

“I remember you,” Jimmy said. “You were wearing a red dress.”

“Oh,” you looked down. No surprise you were blushing. You couldn’t believe that he remembered something so trivial like your dress colour.

“It was a birthday party,” he continued. “You were the last one to see me before I went home.”

“How do you even remember this?” You asked, looking back up. Surely he’d seen a lot of women, how did he remember the specifics for you when it was a year ago.

“You were nice to me,” Jimmy said matter-of-factly. “You asked me my name. How I was doing. If I was comfortable even though you were the one on the receiving end.” He chuckled lightly and your face turned a deeper shade of red (if that were possible).

“I was really nervous,” you admitted. “I’d never been in a situation like that before. You made me feel safe.”

Jimmy smiled at that. “I thought about you a lot, those following few weeks,” He said. “Was kinda hoping you’d come back to me.”

You didn’t realise you’d had such an effect. You were just being polite. “Sorry about that,” you apologised. “It was great, but those sort of parties just aren’t really my scene.”

Jimmy shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged it off. “Besides, be happy you didn’t go to those tupperware parties. Otherwise you might have been one of those ladies lying in the morgue.” A sombre look overcame his face.

If Jimmy’s stubs weren’t causing him so much pain you would have reached out to hold one comfortingly. “I don’t think you did it,” you said honestly.

Jimmy’s eyes softened. “You’re the only one,” his voice sounded so lost and vulnerable. “I’m probably gonna be dead in a week.”

“Don’t think like that,” you said. “Things could work out. They could find the guy who really did this, or you could get a good lawyer-”

“I sold my hands for a good lawyer,” Jimmy grumbled, waving his handless arms at you. “And look where that got me. That asshole from Hollywood took my hands and ran off. I’ve got nothing. I’m done.”

It hurt to see Jimmy look so deflated. “Don’t lose hope, Jimmy,” you tried to sound reassuring. “There’s still time, something could happen.”

“Don’t get too excited, sweetheart,” Jimmy sighed. You surprisingly didn’t react to his casual use of ‘sweetheart’, too sad at Jimmy’s expense. “These pigs have been waiting for an excuse to fry me. Ain’t no place in Jupiter for freaks,” he recited what the cop he killed had said.

“Don’t say that-” You were cut off by a knock at the door.

You shot around, ready to see another nurse or a doctor standing in the doorway, catching you caring for Jimmy, but instead a large, bald man was there. You looked back at Jimmy, wondering if he knew who the stranger was.

“It’s my dad,” he mumbled. You nodded and turned round to smile at the man who was Jimmy’s father before standing up and offering him your seat.

“I should probably get back to work anyway,” you said, and Jimmy nodded. His father said nothing. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimmy,” you smiled at him before leaving and giving him the privacy to talk to his dad.

A tear ran down your cheek as you walked away from his room. You weren’t particularly religious, but you prayed that Jimmy would get out of this alive. He didn’t deserve to die.

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