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evvyyypeters-fics · 10 months ago

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Freak Like Me

Jimmy Darling x felinehybrid!f!reader

Warnings! Angst, harassment, female violence, abuse/ CA, fluff ending, lil cringe maybe

“Mommy! Look at her!” Chirped the small child observing me like a zoo animal, a pure smile on her face as she pointed.

“Don’t look sweetie!” Hissed her mother, yanking her on the arm as she dragged her past me. Her glaring eyes darted between her enamored child and my face. I could tell the difference in the scorn between me and her child, even if I couldn’t prove it.

It's been 3 years since I’d been accepted into the Freak Show, the glares and scornful looks becoming custom to me over the course of my life. I was born a freak, just like everyone else. Everyday came new insults and reactions, and I never got used to any of them. But I learned to tolerate it. To ignore it and keep a smile, or a straight face. Everyone in the Freak Show was always supportive of me, comforting me and giving me a place that finally feels like home. But no one was a bigger comfort to me than Jimmy Darling.

Like me, he had an obvious malformation that needed to be hidden in public to be seen as ‘normal’ in society. He was one of the few people now in my life who I felt I could lean on the most. I felt he always had my back, and in return I had his. I’d had a crush on Jimmy for ages, his generous behavior and bold, friendly personality struck a chord in my heart. His love and protection for the other freaks, the ones who couldn’t fend for themselves as well, he beat the drum of my heart creating a stead-fast rhythm. As well as that cheeky smirk he dawned.

When I first met Jimmy, I expected him to make fun of me just like the other people in my life. He seemed like just the right asshole with his charms, flirts and overall charisma. Instead, he had this soft look in his eyes, something tender and special. I think we truly saw something in each other, a kinship. I was born genetically altered during an experiment orchestrated by the now asylum doctor, Dr. Arden. His sick experiments trying to create human abominations. And I was no exception.

He believed that with the agility and resilience of a cat, if he mixed feline and human DNA he could create a modified human with extreme agile abilities, hearing, smell and sense. His experiment ‘failed’ when I came out with only the behaviors of a domestic house cat and a set of cat-like ears and a matching tail. He kept me prisoner as a pet until I was 12, I was lucky to live that long with him as he originally planned to kill me, but couldn’t bring himself to do it as I was the only one of his experiments that didn’t turn rabid or died. I eventually escaped when I was 13, becoming homeless. The cups I held for money being spat into instead of just being ignored like the others.

Sometimes people would see me and instantly begin beating me up, leaving me wounded in the bushes. But it seems that cats must really have nine lives, because I lived to meet Elsa, who found me alone and battered in a ditch. Where she invited me to join her Freak Show. Where I met Jimmy, with his clawed hands.

A Lobster and a cat was quite an ironic pairing. Jimmy still liked to tease me from time to time, holding fish out in his hand and swinging it like bait as if I was dying to pounce on it. I’d just glare and cross my arms like I was tired of his foolish endeavors even though I quite enjoyed his little quips.

It was Saturday, a perfect night for the Freak Show. Elsa had managed to save the show for now with a few more acts added to the set, and a few new freaks added to the cast. I was included at the time. Our best show had 50 people show up, and our usual crowd is almost 20. Which is enough to get us all by for a while. Our balance usually runs out by the end of the month, but with consistent show times, it was a stable income.

Today I was asked to do fortune telling in place of Maggie, who (not so) unfortunately died in a freak accident. She was a fraud and ex-lover of Jimmy Darling, so a part of me didn’t feel much sympathy for her. I hadn’t known Maggie during either of our times at the Freak Show together, but I don’t miss her presence regardless. I just hated having been put with her job, feeling like a fraud myself. But Elsa insisted that fortune telling was quite popular, and with my cat-like features it was even easier to market.

I spent the whole night giving vague fortunes to anyone of any age. I mainly had children who were curiously fascinated by the flick of my tail and twitch of my ears. I spent more time answering their questions than telling their fortunes, which was sort of a win for me. I let some of the, granted less-greasy, children brush my tail for a moment before they shrieked and scurried back to their mothers like a flock of chicks.

In the corner of my eye I notice a dark figure standing in the distance through the open tent curtains, it’s tall and dons what I could only make out as a bowler hat and a long trench coat. When I squint my eyes to take a closer look, the figure is gone seemingly, as if I had just imagined it. It was getting late, and I felt sleep washing over me, but I hadn’t realized how tired I must have been until now. Imagining dark figures in the distance was quite unusual behavior for me.

I had begun to pack up the tent when I heard the soft swish of the curtains dropping, seeing the hazy moonlight disappearing in the enclosed makeshift room, illuminating only with the small candles and oil lamps dawning around the furniture to make it more moody. I quickly whip my head around behind me to gauge who just came in.

“Sorry, I’m closing up.” I said calmly, trying not to sound frightened, but I knew it must have been obvious anyways, my tail and ears always gave away my true emotions. Not to mention the bug-eyed look most likely plastered over my face.

I didn’t relax any further though when I saw a tall man standing there, he donned a brown bowler hat and a matching long trench coat. His hands tucked leisurely in his pockets. I noticed a small scruffy pre-shave beard on his chin, despite the tilt of his head under his hat hiding his gaze from me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, eventually turning my body to face him, getting in a stance ready to fight or run if I had to.

He raised his head and I could see the glimmer of his brown eyes, a deep droop in his lids and a small mustache upon his lip. He smirks amusedly at me.

“Yes, you can.” He says in a low, smooth voice. He was quite an attractive man, I had to admit. But there was something wrong about him, and I couldn’t place my finger on it yet.

That was until he took some steps forward and began to entice me with his words.

“What’s such a pretty feline like you doing here? When you could do so much more…you’re beautiful. You could be a model.” He smiles at me, like it was meant to be pleasant, but it only sent shivers down my spine.

I went into a defensive stance as I began to back away from him, but he only got closer, easily cornering me. I felt like an idiot for doing that, but I had no other choice. My breath began to shorten in my chest, coming out as sharp inhales, my heart fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest and pounding through my ears. I was getting dizzy with panic.

“Don’t be afraid, darling.” The man coos menacingly as my ears begin to flatten to my head. My words choked in my throat as I scream and thrash in my head, only coming out as burning tears in my eyes.

“Say….” He trails, glancing at my tail with a smirk. I freeze in place from his gaze and yelp painfully when he pulls at my tail.

“So, it is real.” He scoffs delightfully as if he almost didn’t believe it despite the clear movement.

“My…what a beautiful specimen you are, indeed…” He says slowly, taking his time with each syllable like a long breath. He reaches out for my hair and squishes it between his fingers, a new sort of mischievous grin on his face. One that is dark and disturbing and makes my hair stand up.

He starts to move his fingers to tuck my hair back behind my ear, but suddenly the curtains of the tent fly open and I see a familiar figure standing in the doorway with a look of sheer shock and surprise on his face that quickly turns into rage as he drops everything in his hands and storms over to the man. They’re almost the same height, so Jimmy easily grabs his shoulder to turn him and knocks a fair punch in his face. His deformed hand created what I assumed was probably a harsher blow than average.

The man instantly dropped to the ground, holding his now surely broken nose in his hand as blood seeped through his fingers like a river. He lifts his head to Jimmy and they just stare at each other for a split second before the man silently gets up and sprints away. Jimmy watches him run, practically huffing with anger before turning to me, his demeanor shifts and his breathing calms as he gives me a soft gaze.

“Are you ok?” He asks in a concerned, gentle tone. He doesn’t even let me answer before he swings his arm protectively over me and begins to lead me out of the tent and to his caravan.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He beckons, as if I wouldn’t follow him to the ends of the Earth no matter where we were.

As soon as he closes the door to the caravan behind us, the welled up sobs begin to climb out of my throat, thick and hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Jimmy instantly looks concerned and wraps me in a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of my head as his large hands rub my back soothingly.

“There, there.” He says comfortingly as he lets all the emotions built up inside of me through the day wash over and spill. Holding me tight to his chest so I could hear the calm, melodic drum of his heart, beating lovingly for me.

The sound itself begins to soothe me, along with his tender massages of my back and eventually the storm of tears subsides. He removes his chin from the top of my head and loosens his hold a bit as he points his face towards me and gauges my expression.

“Feeling better?” He asks with a soft chuckle, a gentle smile painted on his face that swelled in my heart.

I nodded silently and threw myself into another tight hug where he began to pat my head.

“Jimmy…” I said, my words muffled by the clothes on his chest.

“Yes, Darlin’” He replied, our cheeky little inside joke.

“Can we cuddle?” I ask, my cheeks becoming a soft pink when asking, slightly embarrassed at the request. I didn’t know how he would answer, we didn’t have the cuddly kind of relationship. At least, not in my eyes.

To my surprise I feel him shift, a soft nod. “Of course.” He rings out in a soft voice and I felt as if my heart could have almost exploded from how hard it started pounding in my chest. A feverish pattering that rushed through my whole body with a light weight feeling.

Without another word we both stood in silence, unsure of what to do, before Jimmy started slowly leading us both to his bed in a slow walk. He sat down gently on the mattress first before scooting back and letting me crawl forwards over him, nuzzling snuggly into the crevice of his arm and resting my head on his chest. I was soothed again by the subtle rise and fall of his breaths, hearing again the rhythm drumming of his heart in my ear.

He strokes my hair gently with his fused fingers, petting the top of my head like a true house cat. A strange hum began to pull from my throat as he continued to stroke my head and ears, his other hand wrapping around my back and rubbing it in slow motions up and down my spine.

“Are you purring?” He chuckled sweetly when he noticed the low sound.

“N-No!” I blurt out, shy and confused.

“I didn’t even know you could do that.” He says, smiling and resting his head back down on the pillow.

“Me neither…” I mumbled, and he lifted a curious brow, dropping it and letting it go.

Despite the strange reaction he pulled from me with the massages, he continued petting me, each rub and stroke becoming stronger and more deliberate. I felt the urge to continue the favor, my fists kneading into his chest with hesitant nudges. He smiled silently to himself when he felt the soft press of my knuckles rolling against his shirt. My eyes gently closed, eyelashes splayed over my pink cheeks.

Lulled to sleep in his arms, we both fell asleep together that night, waking up in each other’s arms and sharing a comforting smile together. Things were surely going to be different around here now.

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chibishortdeath · 6 months ago

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Ya know, Castlevania tackled the concept that life after defeating Dracula could be difficult for a Belmont with Richter feeling like he’d lost all purpose and reason to go on living if not for saving others and fighting against something—

But, do you think any of them before him felt that way too?

I mean it sounds kind of miserable, being raised your whole life to be solely relied on for one moment… and then what? How do you handle the sudden shift to ‘not being needed anymore’? Evidently, most of them didn’t have very much happen to them after the events of their games since we don’t get to know—

But, do you think any of them ever got better? Do you think anyone before Richter ever learned how to live for themselves? Did Richter?

Anyway it’s 8 PM and I’m sitting around wondering if any of the Belmonts were still happy after their happy endings (debatable if certain ones got happy endings tbh but anyway), Konami can u check on them, I’m worried—

#like do you think Trevor ever stopped going out looking for stragglers #do you think he couldn’t convince himself it was ever really over after Curse of Darkness #what do you think Christopher thought about handing the whip over to his son #do you think ever he wished he didn’t have to— do you think he hoped somehow he’d stopped it forever that last time #do you think Soleil felt the same after he had to past it on #how long do you think Simon thought about how he could’ve done it differently— do you think he thought he didn’t do well enough #do you think Simon died feeling like the family’s second failure #do you think Juste felt like his encounter didn’t count #do you think he and Maxim felt similarly about needing to be important #hmm just a lot of things to think about #castlevania #castlevania games #akumajo dracula #text post #akumajou dracula #incoherent rambling #let me tell you when I say I have headcanons about tiny intricacies of characters #I have headcanons about tiny intricacies about characters—#like here’s one: Simon puts his hands on or scratches the back of his neck as a nervous tic—#he likes the color byzantine he puts his eartails back when fighting cause they get in the way he sleeps on his face cause his back hurts—#he jokes about the bad situations he’s in he idolizes people way too easily and he takes everything people say to heart but doesn’t show it #I think he probs didn’t take beating Dracula the first time very well if Richter’s possession being inspired by his Quest means anything—#aoouggh then I take the ending of CV2 the way I do and mannnnnnnnnn—#do you think he knew people would care about and look up to him so much after that?#does anyone else think about things like this?#ah the tragedy of the Belmont family #hmmm anyway—

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lixel-5 · 4 months ago

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just thought of the most devistating post parable headcanon

(tw: s/h)

if stanley used the zending and the physical pain as a way to feel more alive, would that transfer over the real life? but without being able to die and respawn, he can’t get that “release” he needs. so, he either needs to keep it locked up or find ways to harm himself in ways where he feels like he’s dying. but without dying. which is a little difficult to say the least

i’m sure smut authors have field days with this idea, but the angsty side of it is HARSH

#i’m ill the narrator cleaning stanley’s wounds silently because he’s scared he’s going to say something wrong #hurt/comfort makes me ill #says person who is so mentally ill and projecting #ah freud #projecting originated for freuds defense mechanisms thing fun fact #he actually sorta went hard with the defense mechanisms #maybe not the whole penis envy thing but #tsp #wow i got off topic #stanley parable #the stanley parable #moth rambles

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blushhbambi · 12 days ago

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hehe, tate langdon x fawn!reader perhaps..? (feel free to ignore this cutie!)

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── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ tate langdon x fawn!reader hurt/comfort, kinda angsty, fluff... . ༉‧₊˚. word count;⁷⁰⁰ a/n ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა this was so fun to write, i wanna rewatch ahs now lolol

you feel him before you see him. always.

tate would usually be laughing and excited to see you, wrapping his big arms around you from behind or slumping his weight comfortably over you while you lay in bed, muttering dark jokes or little flirty whispers into your hair to make you flush and giggle. his hands would squeeze at you comfortably while his nose would rub against the skin of your neck, surprising you gently in the dead of night. always lulling you to mush, softening you into a warm haze of dreamy enamour.

of course you never questioned where he came from or how he got in past your parents, it didn't matter as long as he was there and you were together.

this time was different though, you sat at your desk in the quiet of your dim room, it was a cool evening and the windows were drawn all the way open. you suddenly feel eyes on you, a soft gaze making you twist around in your chair. squinting in the dark of your room, you see his tall silhouette, his blonde hair glinting golden from the glow of your lamp. you don't notice his dampening dark eyes yet.

as soon as you realise it's tate your lips quirk up, smiling as you feel yourself sweeten in his presence.

“tate– c'mere, what're you doing?”, you hum out softly.

he doesn't reply, staying in place and shifting on his feet letting out a shaky huff with his hands tense at his sides.

something was wrong.

“tate?”, you ask softer now, head tilting to the side, standing up and padding towards him quietly. as your smile drops slightly.

“i'm sorry,” his voice is shaky and quiet as he swallows down his words.

“i just don't know what to do…”

you can see his face now and you can feel your heart breaking. he was sniffling with glossy eyes, his brows upturnt while his bottom lip wobbled.

“dunno why I'm like this— why— why I feel like this—”, his voice breaks.

filled with worry you find yourself moving closer, hands finding their way up to his face to gently cup at his cheeks.

“no— hey, hey it's fine.”, you nod blinking up at him with virility, so sure of yourself he almost believed your words. he didn't need a reason to be upset, not with you, didn't even need to tell you what he was upset about because you'd be there for him through the even the most dreadful times.

“it's okay.”

your voice is so devoted and your hands hold him so softly he crumbles, his head hangs low, falling into the crook of your neck. shaky arms wrap around your middle tightly. you feel the fabric of your top dampening as his shoulders shake in time with his quiet hiccuped sobs, barely heard by your ears.

“tate—”, you whisper, cooing, pulling him down to sit on the sheets of your little bed.

“tate, can you tell me what's wrong?”

your murmuring gently into his hair, the little curls tickling the tip of your nose as you press a firm kiss to his head.

tate shakes his head, resolute in his silence, pressing his face further into you as if trying to curl himself into your so much smaller body.

“just need you.”

you rub little circles into his warm back as he calms down, pulling him closer as you shift. laying back with his head heavy on your chest feeling him melt into your warmth. you always worried when he got sensitive like this but you swallow it back and nod, running your fingers through his deep honey curls. you keep your whole attention on him, focusing on the feeling of him whelving into you, his subtle sweet scent, his every sniffle and faint whisper.

“you have me, you have us.”, you let out in a whispered reply as you hold up his face, thumbs rubbing over his flushed cheeks and over his dried tears. you're not even sure if you make sense, letting your fretful words tumble from your lips on impulse.

“it's always us tate…”

he lets out a tender sigh, taking a deep breath as he nods, letting you press two soothing kisses to each of his fluttering eyelids before he nodded up at you again through his bleary vision. his eyes wide and inky, as they look up at yours.

“yeah— it's us.”

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crimeronan · 8 months ago

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i get cursed by a witch to speak all of my thoughts aloud so i have to confess all my sins and secret love and secret hate and all that. however before i can even start to ruin my whole life by spilling all my inner nastiness, i open my mouth and start screaming and screaming and screaming in an unbroken howl of agony that shreds my throat and darkens the sky and shakes the moors and makes everyone around us just, really really Really uncomfortable. then the witch is scratching the back of her neck like damn bitch. you live like this???? no wonder you're the most annoying person on the fucking planet. ok. curse revoked. let's get you some rutabaga from my garden. or whatever

#that trope of character drinking truth serum and losing their filter truly would not glean any useful information from me #i would just scream. i would just be screaming for several hours until i take a nap #are you guys not constantly using your energy to Not Scream. wild if so.#the point here is. my back hurts. and also i can't sleep. because my back hurts.#ah well. cest la vie. fortunately for everyone i haven't had truth serum so i will not be screaming!#i will be laying very still staring expressionlessly at everyone and responding to questions with low grunts and shrugs.#autoimmune tag

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marchsfreakshow · 6 months ago

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Bewitching [Jimmy Darling]

Fluff? // Hurt/comfort

Opening for Elsa was always a disheartening task. But with Jimmy by your side, how could you keep that frown on your face?

I'm literally amazing everyone thank ICP for creating the song 'Bewitching' because I listened to that song and oh my god; ideas. This is also increasingly stupid lol

No one's perspective.

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Elsa was always the star of the show. It was how it went. Ever since you arrived. No matter how many times you argued with her German persuasion, you eventually caved in. However, you were just a regular person. No deformations or things that were different to the general public.

You were just beautiful.

Elsa wanted to 'floral' up the show a bit before her entrance, and the way she did that was with you. Hours upon hours; you, Ma Petite and Eve created something. Something all of you were convinced wouldn't work.

There on the stage, a flower pot to hold you, some sort of paper mache flower, roots, stems and leaves. Things that could be manuvered easily with just your arms and legs.

The first time Elsa saw it, your heart sort of dropped in nerves. She just stared for a few minutes in silence, unfeeling and unemotional. "It is fine. Put it away until the show tonight."

"Wait I haven't even practiced anything yet!"

"Then practice now!" And she walked off without another word.

"...fuck." you shakily whispered. Nerves, worries and insecurities hitting you like a fucking truck. Part of you, okay all of you, was convinced Elsa didn't want this idea anymore. She saw what was made and now it was so stupid. You'd end up distracting everyone and no one would want to hear her sing anymore. She was convinced people would stay for her performance. Only a half-truth. People wanted the shock value of the freaks. They wanted to make their evening watching the ones who were disregarded from this world.

This whole idea was juvenile now. It felt juvenile. Stupid and worthless. No one would care for this. No one would believe it. They'd call you out, walk out of the place and- "Hey. You got this.." Jimmy's voice snapped you out of your stare, and you rubbed your face of any visible despair. "C'mere.." He placed his hand, hesitantly, on the small of your back, walking you towards the fake plant pot. But, Jimmy did relax when you relaxed into his touch, rather than arching your back away.

Watching the others gather themselves, and sit in the audience seats. "You got this sweetheart, we're all supportin' you." Desirée's reassurance definitely helped you, and you took a deep breath. Hiding yourself in the pot for a moment. You never performed before. Not even a silly little song for Jimmy when it was just you two.

Looking up to Jimmy, you gave a small nod, and he gave a confident smirk. He was used to this...but it never stopped his own insecurities. "Come one! Come all! Witness with your very own eyes, a rarity that was rumoured to exist until...now!"

You raised a hand, paper leaves sticking out of your arm from your glove.

"Found deep within a dark, remote cavern... somewhere beyond the farthest reaches of the Orient!"

Your other arm raised on the other side, darker paper leaves shimmering under dim sunlight as your arms moved hesitantly. Jimmy glanced down at you before he spoke again. A reassuring wink thrown your way.

Jimmy slowly sidestepped around the fake flower pot, continuing his monologue. "Her intense beauty is extremely enchanting...yet she's also the most dangerous..lethal plant known to man!"

You heard everyone give little whoops and cheers. It boosted your confidence and made you feel like you were on top of the world. Jimmy's voice was soothing somehow, despite the fact he was reciting a new monologue that you had written together a few hours prior. "Fine people!"

"Feast your eyes upon the breathtaking.." Jimmy stood behind you, ready to help you up if needed. "Yum Yum Flower!" You shot up in an instant, your eyes meeting everyone within seconds. The sweat on your forehead felt like it was burning your skin, but you blinked and gathered your mindless thoughts. One ankle crossed over the other, keeping pretend lustful eye contact with the men of the freakshow. It felt slightly embarrassing to do this in your normal clothes but you knew it would feel worse with a dark green bodysuit on, your legs more out on your show than any other part of you.

Slowly, you turned in place as Jimmy started to speak again. The tips of his conjoined fingers finding your body. Lightly holding onto you as you spun. "Her beauty, hypnotizing!"

Jimmy was about to continue when Elsa walked back into the main tent. You stopped where you were, blinked back to reality and looked at her. Everyone else did too, and waited for her to talk. "Well, meine hübsche, I must say, it might just bring in a customer or two..." Jimmy's hands were still on your hips, just holding onto you as Elsa spoke. It was oddly comforting. Elsa's words were true, yet laced with disbelief. She never wanted anyone to take her spotlight. Jimmy knew that all too well, and it only made him dig his fingers into you slightly.

You glanced back at Jimmy, slight worry on your face. "But I would recommend some of those...silly paper flowers over the edge. You can teach Salty and Pepper how to make those, little lilies you like so much." Elsa waved everyone off, and walked back out to her own tent.

A heavy sigh left you and your arms dropped finally. Jimmy went to slip the gloves off you, placing them gently on the ground. "I'm sorry.." he apologised into your ear, murmuring your name softly to comfort you. A small smile graced your lips, which made Jimmy smile too. That's all he wanted. "You have such a beautiful smile, y'know that?" He chuckled into your ear, which in turn made you chuckle.

"wanna go back to my caravan for a bit?" He suggested quietly, in which you nodded and let Jimmy take your hand, bringing you out of the made-up pot. After another breath, the both of you headed to Jimmy's caravan. Elsa's grip and need for stardom suddenly felt heavy on your chest, like it did for everyone else.

"Fuck..."

"Hey, daydreamer... you're okay," Jimmy reassured, bringing you down onto his lap, rubbing your back soothingly as your hands went around his shoulders. "You're okay. Elsa..."

"Elsa needs her stardom...it's alright. I understand."

He sighed and nodded, gazing up at you as you almost seemed done with Elsa's 'love' already. Silently, you leaned down and hid your face in his neck, just taking your time to stay in Jimmy's arms.

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