#Jimmy Keene imagines

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I was sitting next to Lauren McCauley on the plane that is heading to Springfield, Missouri to take Jimmy Keene there as a ‘prisoner who was arrested for arms dealing.’ She was going over the file of Larry Hall with me. Jimmy was dressed in street clothes and sitting at a table with the other agents and talking about who knows what. Every once in a while I see him glance over at me.

Lauren calls to him “Hey, Jim, I need you over here for a bit.” He tells her “Sure. Give me a minute.” She says, more sternly “No minute. Come on.” Jimmy comes over and sits down across from us. He looks me up and down and I feel my face get hot. Lauren begins “You wanna be out of prison yesterday, right?” Jimmy nods. She continues “And the feeling’s only gotten worse since we dangled this carrot, correct?” Jimmy nods. She tells him “Like a clock tick, tick, ticking away. Right? Don’t let the clock rule you.”

Lauren looks at me. Jimmy and I have met a couple times before when Lauren was meeting him at the Illinois prison and asking him what he read about the case. I tell him “Don’t approach Hall to early, or he’ll know we sent you for him.” He says “I hear you.” Lauren and I talked about a plan going forward. I launch into it, “Besides the warden and Dr. Zicherman, I’m your only other safety line. When I visit you treat me like your girlfriend. Slip me tongue, grab my ass, whatever.” Jimmy perks up. He asks with a nervous laugh, “Grab your ass?” Reiterating, I say “Yes. Cop a feel. Do what it takes.” He leans forward, looks me in the eyes and says seductively “Should we practice now?” I felt a little in a trance.

Lauren breaks it by saying “If shit hits the fan, you get to Zicherman or Warden Price, and have them call us ASAP. And Jimmy do not get any time added to your sentence, understand? If you get time tacked to your sentence, it supersedes our deal. It will be beyond our control. You’ll be stuck doing Springfield time.” He asks “What if I have to defend myself?” She says “Don’t maim anyone. And don’t get caught.”

Jimmy stands up and goes back to join the guys. She turns to me and says “Don’t let any of the things he says, lets you forget why we’re doing this.” I ask her “What do you mean exactly?” She says “I saw the way you two were looking at each other. Remember he’s a womanizer and knows how to play women to get what he wants.” I look over at Jimmy and then back at Lauren. I tell her “It’s all an act.” I think. She tells me “It better be.”

Lauren stands up and walks to the back of the plane. I lean my head back against the head rest and look out the window. After 15 minutes, I stand up and go sit on one of the couches. The guys get comfortable in their chairs and Lauren gets comfortable in hers as they start drifting off to sleep. I have a hard time closing my eyes because what Lauren said keeps running through my mind. Distracted by the thoughts, I don’t hear Jimmy come over and take the seat next to me.

He quietly asks “Can we talk?” I look around and tell him “Follow me.” We head to the back part of the plane that is shielded from the others. I lean against the table and cross my arms while Jimmy stands across from me. He is leaning against the opposite table with his hands against the edge of it. I ask “What did you want to talk about?” He looks at the floor, says “The part about when you do visits.” I ask “Which part exactly?” He looks at me, says “The part that said ‘do whatever it takes.’” I ask to clarify, “What about that did you want to talk about?” He says as he takes a step closer, “If we’re going to make it look believable…we should probably make sure we know each other in that sense.” Please, say what I think you mean. I ask “How do you want to do that?” He asks the same question he asked earlier, “Should we practice?”

I look in the direction of where everyone is. I bite the inside of my bottom lip. I say “I could get in trouble and Lauren is going to be pissed.” He steps closer to me, puts a hand on my left arm and says “She wants us to play the parts anyways. What is one little ‘practice’ going to hurt?”

My arms still crossed, I close the gap between us. I tilt my head up toward him as he tilts his down. My tongue at the back of my bottom teeth, I place my lips against his. He brushes his tongue against my lips and if as obeying…I let him in. I moved my arms to around his torso, up to his shoulder blades and pulled him closer. His arms moved to my lower back. I then move my arms to around the back of his neck and he wraps tighter around my waist. I then feel his arms loosen as his hands move to my butt and give a little squeeze. I smile against his lips. He then bends down a little, sliding his hands down to the back of my thighs, lifts and then I do a little hop and wrap my legs around his waist.

Jimmy steps to the table, leans forward and lowering me to the table. He starts kissing down my neck and chest and I run my fingers through his hair. Jimmy slides the hem of my shirt up and gives some attention to my stomach. I lay my left arm back against the table and my right hand continues running through his hair. Feeling his tongue on my skin makes my back arch a little.

After a little bit, he goes back to my lips. His left arm wraps around my lower back and places his right hand against the back of my left knee. Jimmy pulls closer to him and then stands back up without breaking the kiss. I am now sitting on the edge of the table, he pulls away. I tell him, breathlessly “Yeah…there is a…good chance we can make this believable.” He gives me smirk but with a hint of realization.

We rearrange our clothes. I peek out the door and it looks like everyone is still asleep. We make our way back to our seats. I give him one last look and I feel my face get hot. A couple more hours pass when the plane eventually lands. Everyone steps on to the tarmac and Jimmy is handcuffed, immediately. We walk with him to the van. He climbs in, turns to me and gives a look of concern. I hope my eyes tell him, ‘When this is over…lets pick up where we left off.’ He then takes a seat. Lauren tells him “Remember what we said Jimmy.” I tell him “Be careful. We’ll be in touch.” Jimmy gives me a look as if questioning with a hint of fear. The van doors close. Lauren and I watch it drive off to the prison.

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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY!!!! Wish you the best and an amazing day!!

From your prompt list, can I request

7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.

With Taron?

BY MY SIDE

A/N: hi love! I’m so sorry this took me a lot of time to write! But I wasn’t in my greatest moment, I hope this is what you expect and I hope that you like it! Thank you so much for your wishes and I hope that you’ll have a great day!

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When you were a kid, you never imagine that you were going to see your best friend on the big screen, you always knew that Taron’s big dream was to be a movie star, and you were so proud and so happy to see his dream comes true, but you were also afraid of how this would change your relationship, but he proved you that anything changed between the two of you, he invites you to some of his red carpets, he called you when he got choose for new role. But you also have to admitted that you have a crush on him that you always tried to hide, you’re heart race with every smile he gave at you, or every time he brought coffee at your work, and you start to notice that in every dinner you have with your friends he always had a seat saved next to him for you, but you knew it was all in your head and you didn’t want to mess up your friendship so you start to avoid him, trying to calm your feelings, and you thought you finally get it until you open the door and you met his eyes, he was wet from the rain that was falling.

-Taron? Jesus your soaking, get in before you catch a cold- he follow your orders, before he said anything you went to the other room, you get back with a towel and a bathrobe, he look at you confused making you shrugged -I don’t have anything else, you can put this while your clothes gets dry- he nod and got inside the bathroom.

As he was in the bathroom you tried to calm yourself down by putting some coffee on, when he got out you heard him going to the laundry and a little while later the dryer going on, you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw him in the bathrobe.

-I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh but purple is really your color- he rolled his eyes -do you want some coffee?.

-Yes please- he said, the two of you stayed completely silent as the two of you drank from your cups.

-Taron…

-Yn- you talk at the same time making you giggled -you go first- he said.

-Why are you here? I thought you were training for the role you got- you said.

-I was, but… why are you avoiding me?

-What? Why do you say that?

-Because lately every time I asked you out you said you been really busy with work, but I met Jenn at the gym and she told me that everything at your work it’s been really calm, so why?- he asked with a puppy look

-It 's nothing…

-how it could be nothing? You've been avoiding me for weeks and you said it’s nothing- he said.

-It’s something stupid- you said.

-Obviously not…

-I thought I was falling for you- you finally said.

-what?

-You see, it’s stupid, I mean look at me, I’m nothing special, you have a ton of pretty good looking girls that you work with, and I… I am just a normal girl that is your friend so yeah I know it’s stupid to even think that I have a shot- you said.

-You are in love with me?- he asked.

-I try not to…

-don’t…

-don’t mess with me Taron- you said -I’m know I’m not your type, I’m not one of those models you go out with, I’m just me, I’m not go out much, I read, I work and I’m just normal- you said -and I know this couldn’t happen…

-You’re wrong- he said as he make you look at him -You’re smart, you make me laugh, you’re beautiful even when you wear those crazy sweaters for all those festive days, I love when you try to be sensitive at something but sometimes you have difficult to express sorry so it’s kind of funny how you act- you rolled your eyes- you know me and I know everything about you- you look at him unsure of his answer- of course I’m saying the truth, I know your favorite food, I know that you hate olives and you are allergic to peanut, I know that you love when it rains but not just because of the smell in the air, but because you feel like your in twilight, and I know I love you and I been in love with you since I was in fifth grade when you get in to the music class and start to sing girls just want to have fun.

-And how do you know this will work? How do you know that this won’t blow up everything?

-I don’t know that- he said as he got closed to you and clean a small tear from your cheek- but i can tell you what I know, I know I want to be with you and only you- he said as he got so close to you that you can felt his breath before he finally crash his lips on yours -and as Taylor Swift once said “and on every table I’ll save you a sit”- he said making you laugh.

That moment sometimes feel like a long time ago, you like to said that after that day everything went smoothly but every time he was a away for a movie or he has to go on a tour and of course there were those dumbs fights, but there were also the good moments, the first night you spend together, when you decide to move in together, when he propose and your wedding, you also remember his reaction when you found out you were pregnant with your first child and how good of a father he was. Today was an important day for him, he was nomine to the golden globes. When you get inside the room you could see the excitement and the nervous in his eyes, you whistle to catch his attention.

-Too much?- he asked as he turned around, you shook your head in response.

-Your tie is a little crooked, let me help you- you walk to him, and start to fix his tie -Nervous?

-A little, I mean I know this is something great but I can’t help to think what if I didn’t win?

-Well you’ll have to found a new wife- you joked making him laugh -Hey, nothing would change If you loose, people would recognize how amazing work you did, and even if you loose, you’ll still have us- he kiss you -that and you can have a consolation prize when we get home- he smirk.

-And what if I win…

-Well Mr. Egerton, we have the house to ourselves, we can do whatever you want.

-God now I really want to win- he said, making you laugh.

The two of you were having a lot of fun at the event, with all the jokes and the conversation you had with all the other actors on the table, you saw that Taron was a little more relax, until they start to announce the category for best actor, he took your hand when the camera focus him, you felt the grip of your hand getting stronger, when he was called as the winner he bring you in to a big hug and kiss you before he walk to the stage.

-Oh God, this is… wow, I don’t believe it, love I won- he said making everyone laugh -I want to thank to all the crew of this amazing movie, Mathew thank you for give me this chance, my mom and my sisters who are watching with my beautiful kids, and to my beautiful wife, thank you for be there for me, even before we knew this was for ever, you always been my best friend and you always been by my side in every moment I know you always be there just as I’ll be there for you, I love you and our beautiful family, this wouldn’t happen without you, I love you- he said, you kiss him the minute he got in to the table.

-I love you too- you said.

-I know we said we’ll have the house to ourselves but I really want to share this with the kids…- you didn’t let him finish, you gave him a kiss.

-I can eat a burger and celebrate on our own.

-Let’s go and have our own celebration- he said as he gave you a quick kiss.

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

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what’s your opinion on how the story of mouth washing would change if Jimmy was captain instead of Curly? Like, if Curly was co captain instead of jimmy, maybe out of pure luck on jimmys part or jimmy had sweetend up to the higher ups in pony express? Sorry if someone’s asked this before, but I think it could be pretty interesting

I think it would be more interesting because I feel like Jimmy would be a different Captain than Curly was through being the perfect worker.

Like I assume he climbed the ranks similarly but the reason he's a bit untouchable is either through black mail or turning a blind eye in a way the company likes. Perhaps he was needed to testify for a case against them and he offered to make them look better. Maybe he'd be loose on procedures that help them cut cost and keep morale up in the worst way. As long as he can do what he wants with that sort of power attached he's their perfect little black sheep.

He'd still crash the ship though, them going bankrupt, likely all the wrongdoings he's committed outside of yknow, assaulting Anya, no longer being covered up and hushed. They can't help him and the story of a Captain that abused his powers for years finally coming to light, headed by the rape of a subordinate. I think the biggest difference is he's genuinely trying to die this time, like I think his ego would be way bigger because his wants were slightly actualized. I think he's reserved in canon because he's still just a nobody with nothing to really control, but here? There's no one above him on this ship and in his mind at all, no Pony Express anymore, he's basically a god.

I feel like as for the others its a but interesting. I honestly think Curly would be a lot happier with the lack of responsibility but just as concerned and possibly more scared of Jimmy. He has to do even more placating because knowing Jimmy, he'd take his anger out on the rest of the crew just to make Curly feel worse about it, he's conditioned in a way where Jimmy makes all his mistakes as Captain feel like Curly's fault. I think Anya would still confide in him and due to this sort of "clarity" (not having the weight of everything on his shoulders) he's be more keen to listen and cover her. He's still not exactly confrontational with Jimmy, he's well aware what the Captain does have access to with the scanner... but maybe in that, when Anya hides the gun he lies for her and says he misplaced it while tidying up the cock-pit. Jimmy can see through his lies but is at least satisfied Curly won't directly call him out still. However, he loses it a bit more now knowing his best friend, the person he gave a nice cushy position to, isn't fully on his side.

I imagine Jimmy gets caught in the crash either because the door jams, sort of a ironic pin in the final statement of how drastically his luck turned or he underestimated the time he had to escape, representing his lack of understanding in true consequence. The message is slightly warped in that it's more about silent opposition as with an inherently bad leader, we'd have it framed as the crew being conflicted in what we would only assume is a botched but successful mutiny, only to see how bad Jimmy was. Going from the post-crash to show Jimmy as a worse and worse leader as it ultimately shows ways to help victims silently and that agency doesn't need to look like bravado. A flip on how every man was ultimaly a bystander in Anya's suffering. Still, it's mostly them covering or helping Anya do more for herself as it is just as, if not more dangerous for the men to create a dynamic that puts her directly into his ire/sights by being openly hostile. It's a good tactic to create outs for victims vs charging in when you know they will most likely be retaliated against directly.

Like her asking Swansea to keep the axe, Curly hiding the gun or Daisuke always trialing her so she's never alone.

I feel like the atmosphere of the game is totally different too. There's something somber in the pre-crash sequences obviously but you can tell everyone was relatively doing fine under Curly's leadership until Jimmy decied to be a homicidal rapist. With Jimmy it's inverted, like the respite after a storm. Anya is still pregnant unfortunately, but seeing as Jimmy is stuck in medical and can't do anything anymore, it's the first time she'd breathing. It's labored and not refreshing but it's easier than in canon, her relief makes it seem likes she happy, helping with the twist. Daisuke is a lot more aware, more shaken about things because he was more involved. He's thinking more about his idea's of keeping things kosher and letting the smile fade, makes him seems a bit more dreary that helps with the twist, as if he's guilty.

I think Swansea is relatively the same, though he's a lot more open of his condemnation of Jimmy, saying he was awful and being a bit to mean that makes it seem like it's too intentional and Jimmy couldn't have been that bad. Curly is most interesting because he's still just a little torn up about it. I don't think he'd take the title as Captain, more so just do things that fit the role as a distraction. His best friend turned out to be this horrible monster. Maybe he was always this monster and he just never got to see. Maybe he saw and was to scared that he'd be a monster to him... more of one at least. He feels an immense guilt that makes it hard for him to have a total disdain for Jimmy and he hates it.

There's a lot I could say on this but I'll probably make an even longer, what if post ladder when I've had time to stew on it.

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A Tricki Surprise

Combining prompts from @pers-books and @ckreutzer-67 Helen and James have a second baby, Tricki Woo in a surprise move

“I have to go to London for business,” Mrs Pumphrey says to Audrey when she opens the door. “I don’t want to risk Tricki. Francois!” she beckons her chauffeur and he steps forward, Tricki-laden pillow carried carefully. “I know I can trust you to look after him.”

Francois places Tricki and pillow into Audrey’s arms and shoots her an unreadable look. “We’ll do our best, as always,” Audrey says reassuringly. Mrs Pumphrey looks bereft to be leaving him behind. “And Cedric?”

“Cedric is staying with my land girls,” Mrs Pumphrey says. She ruffles Tricki’s head fondly. “Cedric enjoys being out on the farm with them. Darling Tricki isn’t quite so keen, are you?”

Tricki gives a deep sigh, and the women chuckle.

“I’ll be back in a week, Mrs Hall. Tricki, be good!”

There’s a glint of moisture in her eye as she turns away.

Audrey closes the door and puts the pillow down on the floor. Tricki eyes her. She eyes him right back. “Jess and Dash are in the kitchen,” she says. “Off with you, now!”

He heaves another little sigh and trots off the pillow and down the hall, plumed tail waving.

Audrey has barely picked up her broom again, when she hears a shout from the corridor.

“What the devil?!”

She grins. “Tricki’s staying for a week, Mr Farnon,” she calls.

“Blasted animal!” He comes into view around the corner looking flustered.

Audrey stops sweeping and leans on her broom thoughtfully. “I thought you rather liked him, these days.”

“I nearly broke my leg tripping over him,” he retorts. “As if we didn’t have enough to do!” She doesn’t even have to say anything now, just raises her eyebrow at him and he subsides. “I know, I know.” He sighs, sounding so similar to Tricki that Audrey laughs, and heads into surgery.

“Hello Tricki!” That’s James. “Whatever are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

“He’s a dog, James,” Helen says patiently. “He can’t talk.”

“I know that,” James protests.

Audrey imagines that is he holding Tricki up, inspecting him closely. She’s done her sweeping for the day so she stows the broom in the cupboard and heads down towards the kitchen. James is, in fact, holding Tricki up to his eyes. Tricki appears to be bearing it patiently – he is a good natured thing, Audrey thinks, which is for the best given how spoilt he’s been in his life.

“He’s come to stay for a week,” she says. “There’s nowt wrong with him, so you can put him down now.”

“Oh,” James says sheepishly, and returns Tricki to the floor.

Tricki makes a beeline for Helen, sniffing around her curiously. And then he sits on his haunches and yaps at her.

“I think someone wants a cuddle,” Audrey says.

Tricki yaps until Helen picks him up and then he licks her face enthusiastically. “Tricki!” she exclaims. “I like you too, but is this necessary? He’s never been like this before,” she adds to the humans. “Maybe you wear the same scent as Mrs Pumphrey,” James suggests. “You might smell like home to him.”

Helen shoots him a look. Audrey thinks she probably doesn’t like the idea that she and Mrs Pumphrey, who is nearly old enough to be her grandmother, might have the same taste in perfume.

“That’s enough for now,” Helen tells the dog.

“Where’s Jimmy?” Audrey asks, suddenly realising the little boy is absent.

“Jenny’s taken him for a walk. A toddle, anyway,” Helen says. “We have a child-free hour so…” she nudges James, “shall we?”

“Oh! Yes!”

They hurry away and Audrey watches them with a grin. “Have fun!” she calls, just before they vanish. Then she turns her mind to their evening meal. Jess and Dash watch her peacefully as she chops and dices, humming a little to herself as she does.

A door slams distantly, and then a howling noise starts.

“What on earth?” She ditches her vegetables and heads through the house. She reaches the stairs at the same time as Mr Farnon.

“Are you dealing with this?” she nods upwards.

“If I knew what this was, I might be able to give you an answer.”

She rolls her eyes at him and they go upstairs together. The howling continues, and they find Tricki at the closed door to the bedsit, howling plaintively.

“Tricki Woo!” Mr Farnon says sternly. “Whatever is the meaning of this?” He scoops the little dog under his arm and they go back downstairs, where Mr Farnon deposits the dog, and then manages to snatch him back up as Tricki immediately dashes for the stairs again.

“What has got into him?” Audrey wonders.

In the end, they have to shut him in the kitchen, and he sits dolefully at the door, waiting. Audrey watches him as she prepares dinner. Even when she gets the tiny piece of beef that she is stretching between the household and Jess and Dash come sniffing, he stays at his post.

Jenny comes in with Jimmy when their allotted hour is almost up. The little boy toddles straight for Audrey. “Audy, Audy,” he says – Helen’s trying to teach him to say Aunty Audrey, but he can’t manage it yet.

She scoops him up. “How’s my favourite boy?!” she asks him, cuddling him tight.

“Don’t let Tris hear you,” Jenny warns with a laugh. She sniffs the air appreciatively and Audrey smiles at her.

“Stay for tea, love. There’s plenty to go around.”

“I’ll set the table,” Jenny says with a thankful grin.

Audrey sets Jimmy in his high chair and finishes the last touches of the meal. Jess and Dash come to sit at his feet – they know where the best pickings are to be had. “Da da,” Jimmy says, reaching for Dash.

Audrey chuckles to herself. James had been so thrilled when Jimmy started saying da da, only for it to become clear fairly quickly that he was referring to the dog, not his father.

Tricki remains at his post, and when Audrey opens the door to call the others for dinner, he scarpers off immediately. She watches him go and shakes her head.

Mr Farnon arrives first, then James, then Helen with Tricki at her feet. “Ridiculous dog!” she says, trying to keep from tripping over him. When she sits down, he jumps straight on her lap. “No, Tricki!” She pushes him off and he jumps up again.

Audrey looks at Mr Farnon, who is looking thoughtful.

“What’s got into him?” Helen cries as Tricki sniffs happily at her stomach.

Audrey glances at Dash and Jess; remembers how they had been so fascinated by her during her first pregnancy. She looks up at Mr Farnon and he nods slightly.

“Helen, love…”

Helen looks at her and Audrey nods towards Jess and Dash. Helen’s puzzled for a moment, then comprehension dawns on her face. She scrunches her forehead in thought and Audrey can almost hear her counting. Then she catches James’ hand. “I think he can sense it…” she says quietly. James looks puzzled. It often takes him a minute to catch on, Audrey thinks. Helen takes James’ hand and presses it to her stomach. “It’s early days – very early… but…”

James’ face lights up. “Another baby!”

Helen nods, her eyes a little teary.

James hugs her tightly – as well as he can over Tricki.

Audrey meets Mr Farnon’s eyes and he smiles at her. Another baby. Their happy family is growing again.

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May I request a Jimmy Keene x Reader imagine where the reader thinks she’s pregnant? kinda a long description but I was wondering if you could write it where reader is like jimmys first ‘serious’ relationship so she’s nervous how he’ll react because he’s not ‘one to settle down’ but she tells him she thinks she may be pregnant and they go out to buy the test together and take it together (and if it’s ok could you please include them going to the first ultrasound together?) so basically just fluffy/soft 😭 I hope this is ok to request if not it’s all good :) 🫶🏻

Maybe, Definitely! Jimmy Keene x fem!reader:

Summary: You are Jimmy's first serious (and last) relationship, and although you know he loves you undoubtedly, you're still worried when you think you might be pregnant.

Warnings: nothing really. Just a lil swearing, mentions of pregnancy, fear of abandonment and non-commitment, and the use of birth control🙃

Author's note: Hi bby!😁🥰 thank you so much for requesting! It means the world to me when people do😘 Aw I love this idea! Absolutely, I will write it for you! I will include all of course!!😁 I really hope that you like it! 💜Thank you so much for reading and enjoy my love! Reblogging, liking, and commenting really helps me out to know what I'm doing well, and is beyond appreciated! Thank you 🤗

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Word count: 2.9k

Jimmy had never imagined himself settling down before he met you. He had always been a casanova, never staying with one woman for too long or getting that serious with them. It was always casual fun and sex, nothing more. He'd always been too invested in his work to be in a committed relationship, and to be honest, he had never felt like he'd met someone to entice his want to settle down for one woman before.

Until you, that was. The way you'd strolled into his life at a bar, asking him to play boyfriend to get the creepy dude who couldn't take 'no' for an answer to back off. You'd spotted him from a table at the side of the bar and instantly hoped he'd help you out. To which he had, more than graciously with a cheeky smile on his handsome face. He'd found himself conversing with you long after creep-a-tron had left with a scowl, buying your lie. Jimmy had "convinced" you to stay for a bit to make it more believable if the guy looked over.

Jimmy had his arm wrapped around your waist, snuggled into his side with a drink in his other hand. You'd rather enjoyed his company and were more than happy when he'd asked for your number before your friends called you back to rejoin them. He'd called you the next day to have a date at his place, innocently of course, but you'd thought 'Why not?'. You'd gotten very acquainted that night and when you'd left the next day, you half expected to never hear from him again.

But he'd surprised you by asking you to go back again and again and again, and before long, he'd asked you to be his. Jimmy had been smitten with you from the moment he'd laid his eyes on you, he knew he was gone from then. Jimmy had been upfront from day one that you were his serious relationship, you were aware of his reputation but had been very understanding about his past, willing to look past his activities before you.

By the present day, you've been dating for eight months. It had been an amazing eight months too. Jimmy was the best boyfriend you could have asked for. He is extremely attentive to your needs and goes above and beyond to make you happy. You truly had never been happier. Until today, that was. Looking down between the calendar in your phone, that you'd pulled up moments ago in fear, and the untouched bag of sanitary products on the floor by the toilet. You were late, by two weeks. You were never late, you'd been looking at getting back on the pill but had never had time to see about it.

Shit. Shit shit shit...

You were freaking out. You were sure you'd used a condom, you always used condoms. God, had one broken and neither of you had noticed? Had you gotten drunk one night and not used one? Shit! This was not good. You could feel the tears pushing at the back of your eyes, begging to be released. You were always responsible, especially with sexual activity. You'd only ever had one scare when you were eighteen with your first boyfriend from high school, a nice guy, which was luckily negative. But that was the last time you'd been stupid, you vowed that day to always be super careful.

But now you were here, potentially pregnant with the baby of someone you'd only been with for eight months. Oh no... Jimmy. How would he react? You were his first serious girlfriend and things were still new. He'd only just warmed up to the idea of a relationship, a baby was blowing that completely out the window. You trusted him completely and he would never do anything to hurt you, you knew that 100%. But a baby? That's enough to terrify anyone! You weren't even entirely sure how you felt right now.

You were so distracted in your thoughts and panic that you didn't hear Jimmy come home from work. He found you here, sitting on the closed toilet lid (decent thankfully), crying and looking distraught. He frowned as he called your name, bending down in front of you and grabbing your chin gently to gain your attention. You snapped out of your daze and began crying more when you looked into his concerned eyes.

He frowns more, feeling like he's done something wrong but can't think of anything he might have done as recently to upset you. "What's wrong sweetheart? Did I do something? I'm sorry whatever it is." He apologises as you collapse into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. You shake your head as you sob harder, worrying he'll leave you once you tell him. Now he's really worried but tucks you into his further, his arms shielding you away from the world.

"Talk to me sweetheart," he begs softly, rubbing his hand up and down your back to soothe you as best he can. Your sobs start to calm a few minutes later, enough so that you pull away to look at Jimmy. Your tears still fall generously but you can at least speak now. You grip the t-shirt on his shoulders with a death grip, which he notices as you speak. "I-I'm late," you choke out gently, a gasp sounding as you speak. Your lip quivers as you wait for him to speak.

He frowns, looking at you confused. "Late?" You sob with a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before answering, "My period." You open your eyes a moment later, to see what his response is. He takes a moment, just staring at you before it clicks into place and his eyes widen. You're panicking internally, mentally begging him to say something, anything.

After another minute of silence, he finally speaks. "You're pregnant?" He asks in shock, his hands sliding from your back to your waist. You take a deep breath before answering, "I-I'm not sure, maybe? I haven't taken a test yet but... I'm two weeks late." You brace yourself, waiting for him to leave or start freaking out, but it doesn't come. He smiles and lifts his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear affectionately, his hand sliding down to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs gently, back and forth against your skin, "do you have any test here or do we need to go get some?" he questions gently, as if he's trying to not scare you.

You inhale deeply as tears fill your eyes once more, "need to go get one." He nods, pushing himself up onto his feet. He holds his hands out for you in waiting, gesturing for you to grab his hands. You do as he says, letting him help you up before he pulls you in for a soft kiss. "Let's go get one then, yeah?" He asks, giving your ass a gentle tap.

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Thirty minutes later, you've grabbed two tests, along with snacks and a food order placed for dinner by Jimmy. The pee-covered sticks sit on the countertops with their caps on and a five-minute timer counting down the seconds until you find out the verdict. You're trying to keep calm and Jimmy's trying his best not to pace in the bathroom. You're both freaking out, that much is clear. You'd be surprised if he wasn't, it was a scary situation to be in for you both.

The timer goes off, blaring its alert of doom to you both. You suck in a breath as Jimmy turns it off and turns to face you. You are scared, so very scared that you stare at Jimmy with a frown, "I don't know if I can look," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear. He sighs, takes your hand and rubs the back of it gently. "I know, I'm scared too, but we won't know until we look. You want to look together?" He asks, placing a kiss on your forehead. You nod with a smile, grateful for his understanding but still petrified that he could leave if it's positive.

You both turn to face the counter, Jimmy's chest touching your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. You sigh deeply and lean forward to grab the test, your hand covering the digital screen (Jimmy insisted on getting the best and most accurate). You count to three out loud, slowly, before pulling your hand away to look. It takes you both a few seconds to register what the screen says. Positive, 5+ weeks. You gasp in shock, tears once again pricking at your eyes. You stare at it further, wondering if it'll magically change, but it doesn't.

Terrified, you look up at the wall mirror opposite you both to gauge Jimmy's reaction. He's staring over your shoulder with wide eyes at the test, but other than that, you can't figure out what he's thinking. "Jimmy?" You whisper, scared to speak too loudly that you may spook him. He seems to snap out of his daze at the sound of your voice, looking up at you, "We're pregnant." He whispers in return, seeming as equally shocked and unsure. You inhale, not sure what to do or say, but you settle with the only thing you can think of.

"We are? You're staying?" You question as tears begin to fall, soaking your cheeks in seconds. You felt like your heart had dropped into your ass and then returned back to its original place, but your stomach felt heavy. Like a small goblin was sat in there without a care in the world. You waited, hoping you were thinking and feeling correctly at his implication of you 'both' being pregnant. He looks into your eyes in the mirror with furrowed brows, clearly confused for some reason.

"Of course we are sweetheart, what do you mean?" He wondered aloud. You don't answer, not trusting your voice to speak properly. Not that you were able to speak at that moment as sobs wrenched out of your throat uncontrollably. Realisation seems to dawn upon him at your words and reaction, "Wait... Did you think I would leave if I found out?" The hurt is evident in his tone and you hate that you were the one to make him feel that way.

"I-It's just that this i-is all so new and your f-first serious relationship," you have to pause so you can breathe through the harsh sobs, "so I thought y-you would freak o-out." You whimper at the end, your bottom lip quivering in a pout. You are breathing heavily and aggressively, wanting to calm down but failing miserably at it honestly. "Most dudes freak out and leave when they find out their girlfriend is pregnant not far into the relationship." You say in a pathetically sad tone, so sad that you felt sad for yourself upon hearing it.

Jimmy was silent for a while, no more than a few minutes, looking down at your stomach with a frown. You were screaming internally, panicking so much that your heart was beating wildly in your chest. It was so silent in the bathroom that you swore you could hear the quick 'ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump' of your heart in your ears vividly as if it were in your head. You were trying to breathe, just breathe but it was incredibly difficult given how freaked out you were right now.

You were so freaked out in fact that you hadn't realised you'd been rambling out loud to Jimmy for the past few minutes about how sorry you were and that you loved him, and to please talk to you. It was spewing out quickly, mumbled, teary, and almost unintelligible. You were stopped mid-sentence by a pair of lips pressing against your own, so soft and gentle it made you cry further, a quiet sob slipping out. Jimmy's hands are cradling your face so gently that you can't resist reaching up to hold his forearms, needs some grounding and comfort from his touch.

Jimmy pulls away slowly, resting his forehead against yours and sighing. "Give me a little credit yeah? I beg of you!" He laughs softly, his thumbs stroking your drenched cheeks. "I know my track record with women is not the best and I've gotten around quite a bit... but I promise you that this is the real deal. You and me, right here. I don't want to spend my life with anyone else that isn't you, okay? Sure, this is new and I hadn't really wanted kids until the future because I hadn't even thought about having them until I met you." He places a single peck on your lips and pulls back to look you in the eyes, "But I am in this for the long run, I'm staying no matter what. You're stuck with me I'm afraid, my love."

He places one of his hands on your stomach, your now occupied stomach, and rubs the clothed skin gently, "this baby may not have been planned or a thought in the moment, but they are now. We will love this baby so fucking much. Plus if they have your eyes, then I'll be in trouble to resist both of you." Jimmy lightly jokes, trying to help the mood. You giggly through the now happy tears, so relieved by what you were hearing. You sniffle, your tears slowing, especially at seeing the huge smile on his face.

You sigh, nodding. "So... We are going to be parents?" You wonder the dreaded thought that terrified you, out loud. Jimmy answers you by leaning down and placing a couple of soft kisses against your stomach, pulling your body into his space. "Parents, huh?" Jimmy says quietly, more to himself than to you.

You and Jimmy spend the next few hours relaxing and talking through all the important finite details about your new development. You take a bath together, to relieve the tension and stress in your bodies. Jimmy spends the whole bath pampering you; washing your body and hair, massaging your scalp and shoulders, and kissing any area of skin he could reach. You then dry off, change into comfortable clothing and order from your favourite takeout place to enjoy while watching your current TV show that you're both obsessed with. You spend the rest of the night cuddled together on the couch, blankets covering you both, you with a cup of tea and Jimmy having a beer.

-

5 weeks later, you're sitting in the waiting room to see the OB/GYN with Jimmy next to you, his hand grasping yours tightly (but not enough to hurt you) and his knee bouncing wildly against the floor. Your bump hadn't formed yet but you had a little one starting, not by much, but the littlest fraction. You'd only been waiting for 20 minutes at this point, as someone else was in there, but you didn't mind. You looked around the waiting room to see mothers of all shapes, sizes, and stages, you couldn't help but look at what you might look like in a few months.

Not long after you get called into the room by the doctor with a warm smile, who tells you to get comfortable on the chair sofa. You do what is needed, and watch with both amazement and nerves as the doctor searches for your baby on the ultrasound. Both you and Jimmy hold your breaths whilst she does, panicking about something being wrong until you hear the quick but small heartbeat. The screen is turned to you both to see with a smile, the doctor pointing to their little being inside your stomach. You let out a shocked breath, tears burning in your vision. You turn to Jimmy for his reaction, only to start crying as you see Jimmy's wide eyes are already wet with shock.

Jimmy brings your hand up to his lips, placing a long salty kiss on the back of your hand, holding it there for the remainder of the appointment as his thumb rubs your skin. You both admire and stare lovingly at the little creature in your stomach with wonder, not believing it is real until you lay your eyes upon them and hear their heartbeat. You walk to the car afterwards staring at the sonogram pictures and gushing over how small they are in there. Made by you both through pure love for one another.

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A couple of months later, your bump is prominent and noticeable. You're lying on your shared bed with snacks surrounding you and a warm cup of tea in hand. Jimmy's led beside you with his hands on your stomach, your shirt pulled up under your breasts as he speaks to your baby with absolute joy. Telling your baby about how loved they are and how you both cannot wait to meet them. Pure love, admiration, and happiness are expressed by you both in every word spoken. Both speaking to them more and more after finding out one late night in bed that they enjoyed the sounds of your voices when you spoke.

You honestly could not have imagined a better outcome or being any happier than you are now, other than the day you both officially become parents for the first time. You both could not wait.

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OH NO quirk ideas are my weaknesses HECK. Here goes!

Kenny - Undying, but he plays it off as luck/regeneration/anything but his actual power

Cartman - either quirkless and masking it, or possibly an animal hybrid, giving him his agility, keen senses, and sharp teeth/claws despite his bulky build

Butters - Technomancy, especially using electronics to channel electricity. He wears metal to augment his abilities, but shocks himself instead half the time

Clyde - Blood-fueled agility and strength. This could easily typecast him as a villain, but his friends convinced him that he didn't have to be a Dark Lord of anything

Scott - Exponential strength from sugar, with no real limits! Except he'll get extremely sick from consuming too much

Jimmy - Commanding/distracting voice; the better his songs and jokes, the more his opponents just can't help but listen. And no one expects the kid on crutches to zoom up and kick their ass while they're laughing

Craig - command over rodents, especially those from the cavy family. But he loves them too much, so he trained in martial arts instead. By martial arts, I mean he punches people as hard as he can

Tweak - Weather control, but such a vast power is hard to hand it's too much PRESSURE. His hair is in constant disarray from lightning and wind, and he's addicted caffeine to keep his energy up, otherwise he'll be a tired wreck. His gloves keep his powers in check

Tolkien - Plastics conversion/kinesis. Anything made of plastic can be used as a shield, projectiles, robot, armor, etc. He adores his quirk on a secondary level because he can help clean up any area he's in!

Wendy - Social manipulation. She has to be incredibly careful, but her input on any social group or platform can easily sway a group's opinion with barely any effort. She plays this off as hacking to keep people from digging too deep into a potentially hazardous quirk

Timmy - Extreme telekinesis. While he can move objects and even people with his mind, it comes with a heavy cost of a weakened body and very limited speech. He can read minds/project, but uses sign language more often so that he doesn't violate his friends' privacy

Bradley - Control over...carbohydrates? No one is really sure why he can convert any food into cereal and then use it to help his friends or pelt foes with tiny cereal pellets. Or why he picked such a weird flavor. He's a weird kid

Henrietta - Smoke manipulation. Any form of smoke that her breath touches follows her command, with sometimes deadly results. She isn't a villain, but the whole hero thing is so...lame. Like she would rather DIE

AAAA I LOVE THESE

I need to watch BNHA to understand the social stuff, I especially love wendys manipulation quirk and it's funny to imagine Kenny playing off him actually dying as "haha, don't worry! It missed all my vital organs! How lucky right?"

I'm also trying with the idea of Cartman having a genuinely good quirk but he's such a lazy asshole he never practices so he's out paced, OR hes a late bloomer with a shit quirk so everyone assumed he was quirkless

(Maybe he could have like wolverine claws or something to do with his bones ((cause he's always saying he's big boned lol)) Or something to do with getting away almost everything he does like a cherub face manipulation thing)

Also Henrietta smoke dragon what? Drawing that! Love these!

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THIS is the last one

Imagine James being butthurt because the OC is calling him Keene instead of James or Jimmy or whatever she used to call him 😮‍💨😮‍💨

JAMES WOULD BE SO AGGRAVATED ABOUT IT HIS WHOLE SENTENCE .

Even during visits he wasn't "James" or "Jimmy" , he was just "Keene" . Y/n couldn't even stomach to be in the same room as him , let alone call him by his name . I guess that's what he gets to say the least 🤷‍♀️

he would walk around the whole prison in a mood . Ignoring people , almost getting himself into fights , even being rude to McCauley and Hall for no apparent reason.

He'd even have a little pout on his face or at times refuse to give out important information all because of one little outlying factor. Only being called "Keene"

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Hi omg! Can we get more Jimmy Keene x reader?

I’m glad you enjoyed it. I think I can make that happen but it will take a little bit

[geo-winchester]

OKAYYY IM BACKKK!! Don't worry btw, I'm positive it'll turn out great!

So my request is - the reader and Jimmy go to the club with a group of friends and as the night goes by Jimm stays by the readers side and keeps getting turned on by her dancing so he takes her to the bathrooms and they 👉🏻👌🏼

Take as much time as you need!!

THE CLUB

A/N: hi lovely anon, I hope you’re good, thanks for your patience and I’m sorry this took me a while I hope this is what you were waiting for, lots of love and thank you again for your request!!

Warning: this is a smut! So please if you’re under 18 please DO NOT READ! leave this post if you’re not 18+

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You knew how this day would end, you knew it the moment when you noticed Jimmy was staring at you as you got ready for tonight, and maybe that’s why you decided to put on the new dress he bought you, and you used that perfume he likes. That night it supposed to be a drinks with your friends but you never thought it would be in a club, you could see the smirk at Jimmy’s face as he sees you dancing, at some point he was behind you as you keep dancing, you press a little your butt to him, you feel how he start to get hard, you look at him with a smirk, you were a little surprised when he brought you close to him feeling more his hardness, you gasp when he start to kiss you neck, you turn to him and without wasting any second you kissed him hard, he bites your lip making you groan, he took that opportunity to introduced his tongue in your mouth, making the kiss went deeper.

-Let’s go somewhere else- You said, he didn't need you to tell him twice that sentence, he took your hand and guided you to one of the bathrooms.

-I know it’s not the best place…- you didn't let him finish, you kissed him again and put your arms around his neck.

-I don’t care- you said between kisses, as you brought him close to you, you could feel his hardness brushing your lower belly, he groaned at the friction, one of his hand travel to your chest, you gasp when he squeeze it, you start to undone his belt between kissed and when you got the chance you start to palm him over his trousers. In a second his attitude changed, his kisses were a little more aggressive and in one second he took your dress off, letting you in just your trousers, you start to undone the bottoms of his shirt as you kiss his neck, he groan when he feel your teeth biting. he smirk before he make you sit on the sink before he got on his knees, he took the only piece of cloth you have on you and spread your legs.

-God, you’re so beautiful- he said before he spread your lips and started to play with your clit making you moan, one of your hands traveled to his hair, he smiled as he noticed how you arch your back with every moan.

-Jimmy…- you said and he knew what you need, he pushed two of his fingers in to you, your moans increased and became louder, as he felt how you were close, so he took the changes and add another finger and increased his speed, it wasn't long when you cum on his face, he slowdown his speed as you came down, he stand up and you brought him to you and kiss him, tasting your juices on his tongue, you start to palm him, he was hard and he groan when your hand start to touch his balls.

-Yn- he said, you smirk before you start to kneel but he stopped you -no… I need you now- he said and before you could say anything he turn you around and bend you over, he massage your clit again, before you knew it he pushed himself into you making the two of you moan, he keep his speed for a few moments and he brought you to his chest lifting your leg so he can keep thrusting -Look at you- he said looking at the mirror, you did as he told you and you couldnt help to smirk at the obscene image, your tits bouncing with every thrust he gave you, as if he read your mind his other hand took one of your tits and play with your nipple, the sensation made you moan but that moan became a gasp when he pinch it a little more hard -Shit I love this perfect tits, shit I love all of you- you could feel how the pressure in your belly start to grow but suddenly he get out of you, he suddenly turn around and make you sit on the sink, you watch how he guide himself into you, you kiss him as he push his cock, he increase his speed again, the bathroom start to feel of moans and the noice of his balls crushing into you. You almost scream when he starts to play with your clit -you can be as loud as you want darling- he said.

-Jimmy…

-Are you close, love?- you nod -then do it, come on my cock- it wasn’t long before you scream as you arch your back, you could feel your legs shake, before you get down of your orgasm he came, you could feel the hot of his seed inside you, you brought him to your arms and kiss hims again, the two of you keep smiling between kisses.

-I never thought I'd have sex with my husband in a bathroom.

-Oh I thought about it- he said.

-Really?- he nod.

-Everytime we came to a club and you wore those tight dresses that drove me crazy… uff.

-And why didn't you say something?- he shrugged.

-I didn’t want you to think that i was just trying to get inside your pants, I mean I want to but with you I always want more- He said before he kissed you again, after a while he help you stand up from the sink, you giggle as you were getting dressed -What are you laughing at?

-Can you imagine if we got lucky this time and our baby was conceived in a bathroom?- he giggled as he hugged you, you put your arms around his neck.

-Well I don't care if our baby is a bathroom baby, but if you have a problem with that we can still go home and try again- he said with a wink.

-Then let's go home Mr. Keene.

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Requested by anonymous: HIIIIIII!!!! Oh boy am I excited. Okay so now it's my turn for James Keene 🤩. Can I please request a story (it's a bit specific, but I've just finished peaky blinders and can't get it out of my head) which takes place after Jimmy has gotten out of jail. The reader has an older brother (think like Richie Boyle from the Outfit..it could even be him if thats okay with you) who runs a similar business like the one Jimmy used to, but they both hate each other. Nevertheless Jimmy falls for his sister which wounds up to be tough for both men. If you want the reader can have more brothers who run the business. THANK YOU FOR YOIR TIME I HOPE THAT WASNT CONFUSING LMAO BYEEEEE

pushed back in time to the 50s I believe, not in the same universe as Black Bird, someone should request for Richie Boyle 👀 *wink wink, request for richie boyle babe-* also, no smut!! i wasn't really in the mood for smut, sorry anon honey :( also, yes, a bit confusing but it's okay! i hope i did it justice :)

Jimmy's front was a bar that he was a bartender for. It fit, honestly, being a bartender for a drug dealing front. The only thing that didn't fit was the flower shop right next to him his competition always frequented.

Richie was too much of a firecracker to be liked, he had a problem with his anger issues so no matter how many times Jimmy tried to make some sort of alliance, it always ended in Richie getting pissed off and leaving — not before punching one of Jimmy's men though.

Today, he was determined to find out what the hell was so interesting about the flower shop next to his bar. Maybe it was just a ploy to see what he was doing? Figure out if they could steal another shipment?

All of the thoughts were running through his mind as he walked into the flower shop, opening the door to make a bell ring out. All of the smells flooded into his nose, his eyes widening when he saw all of the beautiful flowers and mixed bouquets. They were absolutely beautiful and bright, each flower absolutely perfect with zero wilted petals or leaves.

"Hi, welcome in! I'm so sorry, be there in a minute!" Your voice rings out, Jimmy pausing.

Maybe it wasn't what was so in the shop but who.

"That's alright love!" James slowly walked through the aisles, trying to find you in the entirety of all of the flowers that could've blinded him if they were lights. For fucks sake, they were all beautiful. You put together different colors and textures, one bright bouquet of roses and sunflowers catching his eye.

"That was my first bouquet I made," you say, walking toward him with a smile. "N-Not that one exactly, but the roses and the sunflowers. They're one of my favorites."

"It's beautiful." James said, smiling as he looked back at you. "I'm James, I run the bar next door."

You pause but take his hand and give it a firm shake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you, James?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I run more of the high-end bars in town, and someone is always asking why we don't have centerpieces in the VIP rooms." James makes up the lie quickly, smiling down at her. "It doesn't have to be very big, and you will have full creative freedom if that helps guide your decision. All I ask is that they are different every week."

"Oh. Oh wow, when would you need the flowers? Come with me," you say, keeping his hand in yours and pulling him to the back. "Is there any color scheme that you want? Or a limit in price?"

"No, again, full freedom. Anything you want, I'll just pay every week." He smiled at you as you pursed your lips, humming.

"Well, it wouldn't be weekly. If anything, it would be biweekly, I make sure my flowers last longer than a week. There's a special element in the water." You say, writing down some ideas in some pretty handwriting. "Each bouquet would range anywhere from thirty to one hundred each. Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine. I would only need eight each order because it's strictly for VIP rooms."

“Oh, gotcha! I can do that,” you smile one of the prettiest smiles he had ever seen. “I can get these for you in two days. Sound good?”

“Very good, love. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

The bell rings making you look up, yelling out, “In the back!”

“Y/N! Where are you?!”

You rolled your eyes. “In the back!”

“Oi, you seen that-” Richie paused when he saw James, gaping. “Why the fuck are you here?!”

“Richie! Go away, he’s a customer!” You yell, quickly standing up straight. “James, I will have these flowers for you soon, okay?”

“No you won’t!” Richie comes between you both after you go around the desk, shaking his head. “You stay the fuck away from my sister.”

James paused, looking from you to Richie. “She’s too pretty to be your sister.”

“Haha, very fucking funny! She’s adopted, you asshole, leave her the fuck alone!”

“Richie, stop!��� You say, pushing him as hard as you could. “I’m so sorry, James, ignore him.”

“I will,” James smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

It makes you smile, nodding. “Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No he won’t!”

“Shut up, Richie!”

After that, you saw him a lot more. James came to see you every day, it was just a matter of time before something happened.

It started off slow, soft kisses behind closed doors and light touches when no one was looking, but Jimmy wanted to change that. You were the first girl he actually wanted to get serious with, he wanted to be able to go out on dates with you without risking being punched by your brother.

Maybe that's the reason why he stood in front of your house, ready to meet Richie and then your dad to continue to court you. It was something stupid he normally didn't believe in, but he wanted to do it right.

So, as soon as he passed the gates, he really did expect the punch he got straight to the face.

"You kissed my sister you bastard?!"

"Rich! Richie, you leave him alone!" You tried to yell, gasping as James shoved him.

"Don't fucking hit me!" He shouted, wiping at his mouth with a sigh. "I came to get your respect, not your approval."

"You don't have any of that, get out!" Richie goes in for another hit before Jimmy caught his wrist, shoving him.

"Listen to me!" James shoved him again, looking over his shoulder to stare at you being held back by one of his henchmen. "I love your sister, even if you don't know anything about that shit."

"Don't you fucking-"

"I'm going to be with her no matter what." Jimmy smiled back at you before glaring at your brother. "So, you better learn how to fucking live with it."

His words make you smile widely, giggling. "Move, Richie!"

Reluctantly, he does with a shout of your father, letting you run forward and into Jimmy's arms. "Oh my, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll take more than a punch to be with you." He smiled as you giggled, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "I'll win him over, I promise."

"You better, or he might just kill you!"

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[devisrina]

i literally cannot imagine carmy finding true love outside of sydney. like i cannot imagine him moving towards a more healed state or at least a state where he’s allowing more joy and amusement in his life and finding love with someone other than sydney. it doesn’t make sense to me bc their connection will only get deeper from here on out. same for sydney, like that connection and bond they have is so special. i don’t see anyone competing with that. what do you think?

Yeah, I agree completely! I think Syd is his true love.

I feel like Syd is always the person that reminds him that his fuck ups don't have to define him, he can strive to break out of it. He doesn't have to be the toxic head chef that the chef he worked with in NYC was like. They make each other better versions of themselves and push each other to succeed.

I think he gets joy and amusement when he's not forcing it. Like in episode 4 of season 1 for example, he very visibly enjoyed catering at that kid's birthday party. He had a laugh with Richie and Jimmy, he's starting to warm up to Pete and he got to talk to Jimmy about why he wants to fix The Beef which allowed him to understand.

Then we all know that Carmy smiles the brightest when he's around Syd. I mean, this man found 300k from the tomato cans, and he only smiled when His wife Syd came back to him.

Then there were the apartment scenes in episode 2. He was enjoying himself and took a keen interest in asking her questions about herself. I don't even think he overthought it either, he was just enjoying the moments he shared with her and that's so great.

I feel like even if there are going to be minor setbacks with them, they will always come back to each other and work through things. Season 2 showed that. No matter how many ups and downs they faced, they knew that they needed each other and value each other in such a strong and meaningful way.

Their connection will grow strong and closer. I can see Sydney being more vulnerable with him about her personal life too in the process of this. And their dynamic is always a treasure to watch.

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He didn't want it, but it's here regardless.

More specifically, she's here, slowly taking off leather gloves, pulling at the tip of each finger daintily. As much as he stinks, she is polished, like none of this messy business could ever touch her— although, that wouldn't be quite true.

Jimmy used a gun. She had something sharper. Bigger. And massacres are still massacres no matter what you use to kill people. And massacres are still massacres regardless if you spare the women and children, although Didi rarely has.

Because examples must be set. Her job under Thoth was very simple; solve the problem. Sometimes it required simple compromise or perhaps a stern conversation, her nails digging into someone's shoulder as she told them exactly what will become of them if she has to talk to them twice. Sometimes it requires something a little more creative— but that's entirely up to Jimmy.

"I don't know if everyone would agree that what you do is fun, hm." Hands now free, the next thing to go are the shades that are slipped into her purse, amber eyes glancing up at him; it's easy to see why she was picked to be the face of HR for Thoth's operation; it's very hard to argue with that face.

"The issue with your dog in particular is that it's a very costly thing. Breaking infrastructure, loss of manpower, the cleaning up of the very big messes you leave— it does take a toll Jimmy." And while it's a cost they could cover, Thoth had made it clear that he did not want to spend any more of his precious attention on James Hopkins.

"Now, there are usually only a few ways to deal with a rabid dog, hm; the county will usually put down dogs like that but I'm a bit of an animal lover, so you can imagine I'm not too keen to do such a thing— So my options really are; neuter them, take that spring right out of their step— or a more humane re-training. Because you of all people know how valuable you can be when you want to be Jimmy." And she had no problem letting the dog off the leash, just as long as he could be...let's say re-routed towards the right people; enemies, competition.

"But of course, that's entirely up to you, mon chou. I'm mainly here to see how this can all be resolved as peacefully as possible." She's not known for the peaceful approach, but even Didi can see how useful Jimmy could be, with the right guidance. After all, is listening to her such a bad thing?