#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)

[b311ab00]

HII! I was wondering if you write for James Keene from Black Bird?

Hi sweetie! And yes! I will ofc write for James Keene, if you want to make a request I will try my best to fulfill it. <3 🖤🐦‍⬛

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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.

[twins-write]

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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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Hi love, i read your Jimmy keene stuff recently and really enjoyed it so i was wondering if you could write a jimmy x reader where he gets released after everything you know and the after math after being away for that long and him being grateful that the reader stayed with him through everything yk what i mean sorry if it’s vague but let your creativity do the trick

Grateful / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: after being released, you and Jimmy take some alone time to reconnect after so long. He shows you just how grateful he is for you staying with him through everything.

Warning: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO not much, swearing, some intimate touching, vulnerable sad Jimmy, reader loving on and looking after Jimmy.

Author's note: thank you for requesting my love! Oh, this is such a cute idea, love it! 🥰 Grateful soft vulnerable men are my favourite 😍😍😭 thank you so much for reading and im glad you like my Jimmy stuff 😁😁💜 Thank you all for reading and enjoy! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out!

Word count: 1.8k

It had been thirteen months since Jimmy had been home with you, sleeping next to you, making love to you, or even being able to touch you. After thirteen agonising months of missing him dearly, you'd barely seen him, he'd refused. You'd seen him twice in the whole thirteen months. After seeing you sobbing and just breaking down at the sight of him, and him not being able to touch you to comfort you, he forbade you from returning to see him again. You hated it and regularly told him over the phone, especially if he didn't call you for a week at a time. You were constantly worried about him and sleep had not been your friend. You were sure you'd lost a lot of weight and looked awful from not being able to pull yourself together, you didn't care. You felt like you'd been robbed of thirteen months of time with Jimmy that you'd never get back.

You had been counting down the weeks until you could finally see him, you missed Jimmy more than anything. You had been preparing for his return, buying gifts and treats to make things easier and happier for when Jimmy finally came home. You want to ease him back into normal life after being away for so long. You can only imagine how difficult it will be for him, to adjust back to normalcy. You were going to be the one who picked him up from the jail but James offered to pick him up instead so you could prepare stuff at home for Jimmy. James texted you all throughout the day, letting you know what time pick-up was and when they would be arriving.

You obviously knew the first thing you wanted to do as soon as you saw him, was to hug and kiss him. But, you planned out what you wanted to do after. So, you made a list of relaxing things to do at home. You honestly went all out, James completed the lovely effort you had put in for his son's return and you promised that next week you would bring Jimmy by so his father could spend time with him also. Whilst James made his way to pick up Jimmy, you got everything ready. You got started on making dinner, Jimmy's favourite, lasagne. Along with a bottle of wine for yourself and Jimmy's favourite whiskey. You listened to music with a glass of wine as you got dinner ready, mostly to distract your ragging thoughts, preparing everything as needed.

It was about an hour's drive to the jail so you had time to get everything sorted. As soon as dinner was in the oven you headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. You went into Jimmy's closet and grabbed a pair of grey joggers, a black T-shirt, boxers and a pair of comfortable socks, you led them out on your bed. You then went back downstairs, with thirty minutes to spare and cleaned the kitchen and living room a little. You lit a candle on the table, put on some light relaxing music and just waited. That only took you a total of fifteen minutes, so for the remaining fifteen, you just scrolled aimlessly on your phone to keep your mind busy while you waited.

Finally, you heard the car pull up outside, and you felt tears brim your eyes. You made your way to the door, opened it and watched as they pulled into your driveway slowly. They both got out, Jimmy running towards you and instantly wrapping his arms around you as he picked you up. The tears instantly fell, small sobs escaping you as you held him as close as possible. Your hands gripped Jimmy with urgency, fearing that if you let him go, it would all prove to be a dream. James stood to the side of Jimmy, smiling at the pair of you with such happiness that you thought your heart would explode. You pulled away first, turning to look at James with a thankful smile, "Thank you for getting him, I appreciate it." you give James a big hug, having grown considerably closer to him over the last year whilst Jimmy had been away.

"Anytime kiddo, don't mention it. You know where I am, love you both!" You both return the statement of affection with a smile as James gives his son one last hug. You step inside, leaving the door open so the two can have a moment before Jimmy comes in. You'd watched over the last year how hard Jimmy's imprisonment had taken a toll on his father. The man had struggled just as much, if not more than you over Jimmy's absence. You had tried your absolute hardest to be there for him every step of the way whilst being strong for yourself. You watch as Jimmy steps into the doorway backwards, waving and saying goodbye to his father before closing the door and turning to face you.

"Okay, so I have some things planned. But no pressure my love. I figured the first thing you would want to do is to take a long hot shower and change into clean warm clothes. I was thinking whilst you did that I could finish preparing dinner for us, maybe watch a movie and relax? We don't have to talk unless you want to, you can just go straight to bed or whatever. No pressure with anything okay?" you smile gently, not wanting to pressure him or stress him out in any way, you wanted Jimmy to decide for the afternoon. You noticed the look of realisation on his face, the fact that he could do whatever he wanted, he was free to do as he pleased again. You couldn't imagine how horrible it must have been in there, unable to have freedom.

"A shower and food sounds amazing baby, thank you." You walk over, leaning up to kiss your boyfriend for the first time in 13 months. It felt like magic, like the missing piece of you had returned. Jimmy moans, pulling you closer by your ass until your front was placed flush against his. You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging gently at the hair. Jimmy groans happily, pulling away but not before placing one last kiss on your lips. You reach down, slap his ass and laugh, "Okay, go shower! Dinner will be done in a bit." You turn with a smile and head over to the kitchen while Jimmy makes his way upstairs.

You finished plating and setting the table ready for Jimmy to return, setting some mood lighting and candles for a sensual but relaxing vibe. You hear the soft patters of his feet coming down the wooden stairs and across the floor to the living room and kitchen. You feel soft arms wrap slowly around your waist and a pair of lips pressing gently to your neck. You turn your head to the side, relishing in the feel of Jimmy's touch once again after so long. You hum happily, "Hi," rubbing up and down his arm lovingly, appreciating the affection. "Hi. This looks amazing baby, thank you. But, you didn't have to go through all this trouble." You turn around in Jimmy's arms, wrapping yours around his neck.

You shrug with a smile, "I just wanted to make tonight special for you, some form of normalcy for when you returned because I love you." You place a gentle kiss upon his lips, adding a few more just for safe measure before pulling away. "C'mon, let's eat whilst it's warm." you usher to the table, taking a seat opposite Jimmy so you can talk more easily.

Once you both finish eating, you clear away the table and do the dishes, cleaning up any mess. It didn't take you very long, especially with Jimmy drying them and putting them away. You look at the clock, it's now 9pm, "You wanna watch a movie or head to bed? I'm happy either way." Today had been long and tiring, emotionally draining for you both. You honestly wouldn't mind heading to bed if Jimmy said yes. He nods, his eyes tired, "Yeah bed sounds good." You nod in return, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom. You made sure the candles were blown out and the lights turned off before making your way upstairs.

You both get changed into comfortable pyjamas, minus a shirt for Jimmy and brush your teeth. You had changed the bedding this morning, fresh and smelling like your favourite scent. You both get in, cuddling into Jimmy's chest, leaning on top and facing him. You rest your chin on his chest, near his neck and stroking his chest gently. You play with the strands of hair you can reach and place gentle kisses on any skin of Jimmy's nearest to you. You feel Jimmy's cock harden against your leg, his breathing picking up just slightly. It was understandable with how long he'd been gone, despite the fact he was exhausted.

You move to straddle his waist, grinding your hips slowly against his, your pussy right on top of his cock. You gasp softly, leaning down to kiss his jaw and neck with as much gentle passion as possible. You don't want to rush or pressure him into thinking he has to do anything tonight if he doesn't want to. You push your head up to look down at him, "I want you but only you if you want to." You whisper, stroking the side of his face gently. You notice a look flash across Jimmy's face, making you pause any movement. "God, of course I want you, how could I not? Look at, your fucking perfect." He pauses, taking a deep breath as his eyes begin to fill with tears.

He huffs, "I don't fucking deserve you. Why would you stay by my side this whole time? You could have left me, left all this and I wouldn't have blamed you for a second. I thought you were going to because you are too fucking good for me, baby." He whispers as he grips the back of your neck, a look of pure pain and worry in his eyes. As if he didn't believe he was worthy enough of your love or you staying by his side. But that only made you angry and annoyed. You grip both sides of his face, "why would you say that?! Do you think that I could ever possibly leave you? I love you more than anything, you are everything to me! Not even for a second did I consider leaving you, you're stuck with me okay?" you huff, tears now filling your eyes.

Jimmy grabs the back of your neck and pulls your lips down to his, catching you by surprise. "God I love you." Jimmy rolls you both over so you're on your back and kisses you once more. You moan loudly and grind upwards against him, letting him know you want him more than anything.

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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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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

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Alright so I'll be requesting 3 times for both Taron, Eggsy and Jimmy lmao so I'm sorry for the spam :)

How about

35. Put your seatbelt on. With Eggsy?

THE COACH

A/N: hi lovely, im so sorry for make you wait! I know I been gone for a while, I promise I’m trying to write as fast as I can but this couple of months have been a roller coster of emotions, so I’m sorry that this took me a while, I also hope that you don’t mind that I used another request for this, I hope that this is what both of you wait for and hope you have a good day/night!🩵

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When you met Jimmy you never thought you’ll be with someone like him, he was the opposite of what you see on a guy, he was likes to show off everything he has, he always had that smirk on his face every time you always look at him, but somehow you end up falling for his charms, you were there the day he was arrested, you visited him every time you could. That night he asked to see you, you rushed to the place and when you finally saw his face you knew something was off, Jimmy pulled you in his arms. 

-Hey- you said -Are you ok? What’s going on? 

-I… uh Beaumont offered me a deal- you couldn’t help but chuckled

-You can’t thrust him, he offered you a deal and look where are you now- he nodded

-This time he wasn’t alone, he came with some lady from FBI- you were confused -they want me to go to a facility on Springfield and make some psycho talk and they let me walk free…- he wait for your answer but you couldn’t say something -I know I shouldn’t thrust Beaumont, but if I succeed they let me walk free, all the charges would be erased and we can start over again, we could have a nice house, have a dog or a cat, we can maybe have a kid or two…- you just look at him- babe please say something…

-Is it dangerous?- he looks away -Jimmy tell me the truth, is it dangerous?

-yes- he said -it could be dangerous- you look away -but what am I supposed to do? If I stay here and complete the sentence what are the chances that I can have a normal job? That dreamed house and family happen? and…

-And what?

-And I have to give justice to all those little girls, he killed them and they deserved some justice- he said with some tears in his eyes, you took his hands and sighed.

-Just promise me you’ll be careful- he nodded.

You like to say that you barely remember those days but he continues to work for the police, but days like this one you could swear that nothing happened, like you got a normal apple pie life for all those years. You look at Jimmy as he trains your son’s team. He offered to be the coach of the football team so that he can spend more time with his kid. You like to watch the training, every now and then you notice how Jimmy looks at you and wink at you. When they are finally done you walk to them. 

-There are my pretty ladies- Jimmy said, and he kneels to your 2 year old daughter -do you have fun with your momma?- your daughter nods. 

-momma, did you see how fast I ran- your son asked, making you smile. 

-I did, champ, you’re the best one- you said. 

-That’s because he has the best coach- Jimmy said with a smirk. 

-Oh really, you never teach me how to play football.

-You never asked me to do it- he answered -I can teach you, darling. 

-Ok let's do this- you said with a smile and your kids celebrated.

He teaches you the basics, the rules, how to catch the ball, how to throw it back, and after that you spend most of the time running away from him, he always catches you but sometimes you are faster than him, then your kids come along and play with you. It was until you threw yourself on the grass and your kids fell above you when you stopped. 

-You’re done babe?- Jimmy asked you, you nod and you extend your arms.

-I'm tired- you said, he rolled his eyes but he carried you to the car, when he put you down in your seat he made sure to put your seatbelt on and you couldn’t help but smile. 

-What? I don’t want to make sure that my lovely and tired wife is secure in the car- he said, you gave him a quick kiss, when he finally got into the driver seat you noticed that he was watching your kids in the mirror, you took his hand.

-You ok?- he nod.

-Sometimes I feel that this is just a dream and I’m going to wake up in that prison…

-Hey, look at me- you said as you took his cheek -this is real, you kept your promise all those years ago, and i hope you keep it when you got a call again- he nodded as he kissed your hand.

-God, what have I done to have you?

-Asked for my number in the most weird way- you said making him laugh -but you know I love you, right?- he nods.

-And I love you too, Mrs. 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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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?

[mysticbeaver]

What do you think of Sarah and Jimmy's friendship? How do you figure this friendship was born in first place? And how do you think they will stay in the future?

I'm guessing Jimmy and Sarah bonded over their age, as they're younger than anybody else on the cul-de-sac. Sarah being protective of him is her sweetest quality, especially if we imagine she became friends with him because he needed protection rather than the other way around.

I saw a headcanon that adult Jimmy would become a diva with some career and drop Sarah behind in his pursuit of success... It's kinda amusing to think about, but as I mentioned before, I'm never too keen on the meaner outcomes for the characters, I'm boring like that 🥴. I'm thinking Jimmy would retain a certain shyness and frailness (or "frailty?" Lol), with Sarah as his stronger, more assertive bestie. "Excuse me, he asked for no pickles" haha