synopsis: you thought future was joking when he explained why they called jimmy, b-rabbit.
CW: very short drabble, hookup, pwp, hickeys, unprotected pinv (always wrap it), soft dom jimmy, missionary, aftercare. |lowercase intended|not proofread
in memory of 8 mile being taken off Netflix again </3
On 8 mile
"shh...be quiet f'me..." his voice a soothing rumble as he gently placed his hand over your mouth, his other arm braced next to your head as his hips rutted against yours. the bed creaked with each roll, your fingers curled into the sheets so tight it's surprising they're not ripping. a choked moan slips past your lips but is muffled by his palm. he leaned his head down, his lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck, nipping gently just to feel your legs tighten around his waist. his pace never seizing as he sucks a hickey under your jaw, then another right above your collar bone. making your back arch as you get closer. your walls fluttering around his length warning him, he replaces his hand—that was over your mouth—with his mouth, his tongue coaxing your lips apart for it to slip in. muffling your whimpers and whines that spill out while his thumb is now rubbing quick tight circles on your clit. the warm coil in your lower belly tightens almost impossibly tight. you cum with a a whimper of his name against his lips, back arching and your gummy walls clench around his hardness. he pulls away from your lips and lets a quiet moan leave his throat as he finishes inside you, warmth filling you to the brim and he actually shudders. collapsing on top of you, a weight you don't mind for now. running your hand through his short brown hair that was always hidden from his beanie.
he eventually gets up and leaves the small room, you sit up and stay sitting in confusion. he comes back with a damp rag and a cold bottle of water, offering the bottle to you with a soft grin, not the cocky one he had on when he was with his friends, this one was genuine. he cleans up the slickness between your thighs and lays down, gathering you up in his arms against his bare chest. pressing kisses on the top of your head and praising you on how good you were for him until you fall asleep. the slow rise and fall of his chest with every breath only lulling you deeper into slumber.
It was another Friday night in Detroit.
The Shelter was buzzing, the walls thumping with bass-heavy beats, and cigarette smoke clouding the air like low fog. B-Rabbit had just finished a freestyle that left everyone howling and banging on the pipes. His words were sharp, biting, but real — like always. You stood off to the side near the wall, watching him light up like he only did onstage.
You weren’t big on crowds. But you were big on Jimmy.
You didn’t date guys like him before — quiet, intense, a little rough around the edges — but with you, Jimmy was different. Softer. Real. He made you laugh with that dry, sarcastic wit, and when he looked at you, it was like the rest of the world stopped. You never needed him to say it out loud — but tonight, he did.
After the crowd started to thin out and his crew circled up, you walked toward him, brushing past a group of your own girls who had shown up late.
One of them leaned in and teased, “So that’s the guy you’ve been sneaking off with? He’s fine, I’ll give you that.”
“Yeah he is and he’s really sweet”
“Don’t act all lovey dovey now you know how single I am! But you and him are officially a thing?!” She says shocked
Then, Jimmy’s hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You weren’t expecting it — he usually kept it lowkey in public — but he didn’t stop there.
He looked over at your friends, then at Future and the rest of his boys.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low but clear. “She’s mine. My girl.”
Everyone fell quiet for half a second — not in a weird way, just surprised.
You blinked up at him. “Your girl?”
He smirked at you. That rare kind of half-smile that only ever showed up when he was relaxed or looking at you.
“Yeah,” he said again, firmer. “My girl. Is it a problem?”
“No. Not at all.” You say feeling happy on the inside trying not to show it
Future let out a loud, dramatic “Daaamn,” slapping his hand over his chest. “B-Rabbit finally claiming somebody in public? Y’all heard that, right? Man’s in love!”
“Shut the fuck up future!” Jimmy says
You felt heat rise to your cheeks after he called you ‘his girl’ , but Jimmy didn’t let you shy away. He pulled you closer until your head was resting against his shoulder, arms looped around your waist now. It was rare, him being this open, this bold — but that was Jimmy. When he meant something, he meant it.
“I’m serious,” he said, looking down at you now. “You’re not just someone I hang with. You’re it for me.”
And just like that, the chaos of Detroit faded for a minute. It didn’t matter that you were standing in a run-down club with sticky floors and broken speakers — in that moment, you were his whole world. And he wasn’t afraid to let everyone know.
You had been working at Betty’s Diner since you were 17, and now, at 20, it felt like a second home. The bustling sounds of the kitchen, the chatter of regulars, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee had become a familiar comfort.
Occasionally, you’d notice a little girl named Lily coming into the diner sometimes even with her mom. She was quiet and sweet, with big eyes that always seemed to be searching for something. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. It wasn’t long before you started setting aside little treats for her—a warm muffin, a plate of fries, or a slice of pie—and handing her coloring books to keep her entertained.
At first, she’d just smile shyly, but over time, she opened up to you. You’d sit with her during your breaks, talking about her favorite cartoons or what she wanted to be when she grew up. A bond began to form between you two, one that felt special and unspoken.
Outside of work, life was simple. You lived in a small apartment just a few blocks away, sharing the space with your energetic little dog, who was always thrilled to see you after a long shift. It wasn’t much, but it was yours—a cozy haven where you could unwind after the long hours on your feet.
Despite your busy life, you always made time for Lily whenever she came by. To her, you were more than just someone who handed her free food and coloring books. You were a friend, maybe even a role model. And to you, Lily had become a bright spot in your days, reminding you of the simple joy of connection.
-
You woke up to the sound of your alarm, its shrill beeping pulling you from a restless sleep. After a quick shower, you slipped into your uniform—a short pink polka-dot dress with a crisp white apron tied neatly around your waist. The dress had a cute collar and short sleeves, paired with white socks and matching pink heels that gave you that classic 1950s diner-girl look. It wasn’t the most comfortable outfit, but it suited the atmosphere of Betty’s Diner perfectly.
After giving your small dog a quick cuddle and setting out fresh food and water, you grabbed your bag and headed out the door. The chilly morning air greeted you as you made your way to the bus stop. The ride was uneventful, filled with the usual assortment of half-asleep commuters, students, and the occasional chatter of an overly loud phone conversation. You leaned your head against the window, mentally preparing yourself for the long day ahead.
By the time you stepped into the diner, it was already buzzing with activity. The morning rush was in full swing—regulars sipping coffee, families with noisy kids ordering pancakes, and the kitchen staff barking out orders. You tied your apron tighter, plastered on your best smile, and got to work.
The day was chaotic, to say the least. Between refilling coffee cups and taking orders, you dealt with an endless parade of difficult customers. There was the woman who sent back her omelet three times because it wasn’t “fluffy enough,” the homeless man who wandered in asking for leftovers, and the group of teenagers who tried to dine and dash.
Then there were the druggies who occasionally came in, looking for a quick meal or a place to linger. One of them caused a minor scene, yelling at another customer before the manager stepped in to defuse the situation. You kept your cool, but by lunchtime, you were already exhausted.
Despite the chaos, you found small moments to breathe. A regular complimented your smile, an elderly couple left you a generous tip, and, as always, the sight of Lily walking in brightened your mood.
-
It was nearing the end of your shift, and the diner had finally quieted down. Most of the tables were empty, save for a couple of regulars lingering over their coffee. You sat at a booth near the corner, the counter wiped clean, the cash register balanced, and the "Closed" sign ready to flip.
Lily sat across from you, her little face scrunched in concentration as she carefully colored in the lines of the picture you'd drawn for her. "What do you think?" she asked, holding up her work for your approval.
"That’s beautiful, Lily," you said with a warm smile. "I think we have an artist in the making."
She grinned, about to reply, when the bell over the diner door jingled, signaling a late customer. You glanced up, ready to explain the place was closing, but Lily beat you to it.
"Jimmy!" she squealed, jumping up from the booth and racing toward the young man who had just walked in.
He bent down to scoop her up in his arms, laughing softly as he hugged her close. "Hey, baby," he said, resting her head on his shoulder. "What’re you still doing here? Isn’t it past your bedtime?"
Lily giggled, clinging to him. "I was waiting for you! And look, I was coloring with my friend."
"Your friend, huh?" he said, his tone curious as he turned his gaze toward you. The moment his eyes landed on you, he froze.
For a second, it felt like time slowed down. His blue eyes, shadowed slightly by the hoodie and beanie he wore, widened like he’d just seen something—or someone—he couldn’t believe. You shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure of what to say.
"Uh… hi," you said finally, offering a polite smile.
He blinked and cleared his throat, trying to recover. "Hi," he said, his voice low but steady. "I’m, uh—"
"This is Jimmy, my big brother!" Lily interrupted excitedly. She turned to him and added, "This is the nice lady I told you about, the one who gives me food and coloring books."
Jimmy’s eyes softened as he looked at Lily, then back at you. "So, you’re the one she keeps talking about," he said, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. "She won’t stop mentioning you at home."
You felt a slight blush creep into your cheeks. "Well, Lily’s a good kid," you said, shrugging modestly. "It’s hard not to spoil her a little."
He set Lily down, and she immediately climbed back into the booth to finish her coloring. Jimmy walked closer, his gaze still on you, and extended a hand. "I’m Jimmy," he said simply.
"Y/N," you replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but not overpowering, his hands rough from what you could only guess was hard work.
"You’ve been really good to my sister," he said, his voice sincere. "I just… I appreciate it. We don’t exactly have a lot of people looking out for us."
You gave a small, reassuring smile. "It’s nothing, really. Lily’s a sweetheart. She’s welcome here anytime."
For a moment, he just looked at you, his expression softening as if he were seeing something he didn’t quite know how to process. "Well, thank you," he said again, his voice quieter this time.
Lily interrupted the moment by proudly holding up her finished drawing. "Look, Jimmy! Isn’t it pretty?"
"It’s awesome, baby," Jimmy said, ruffling her hair. He glanced back at you, his smile lingering. "Maybe I’ll see you around, Y/N."
"Maybe," you replied, your voice light but tinged with curiosity.
As he and Lily walked out, you couldn’t help but feel that something significant had just happened. You didn’t know much about Jimmy yet, but there was something in the way he looked at you that you couldn’t quite shake—a mixture of gratitude, intrigue, and something else entirely.
-
As Jimmy carried Lily down the dimly lit street toward their trailer, she rested her head on his shoulder, clutching her coloring book tightly. The chilly night air bit at his face, but he barely noticed. His thoughts were still lingering back at the diner—on you.
“Jimmy,” Lily said softly, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, Lil?” he replied, adjusting his hold on her.
“You like her, don’t you?”
He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “Who?”
“The nice lady from the diner,” Lily said with a grin, lifting her head to look at him. “I saw the way you were looking at her. You think she’s pretty.”
Jimmy chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. “Yeah, okay. She’s pretty. So what?”
“You have a crush on her,” Lily teased, her voice sing-song.
“What? No, I don’t,” Jimmy said quickly, though the slight blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.
“Yes, you do,” Lily insisted, giggling now. “You never look at anyone like that. You couldn’t stop staring at her!”
Jimmy sighed, shaking his head, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, maybe I do think she’s... beautiful,” he admitted. “She’s nice, too. Real nice. Not just to you, but, like... she seems like she actually cares, you know?”
Lily nodded enthusiastically. “She’s the best! She always gives me food, and we color together when she’s not busy.”
Jimmy’s smile grew a little wider. “Yeah, I could see that. You two seem close.”
“You should ask her to be your girlfriend,” Lily said matter-of-factly, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Jimmy laughed. “It’s not that simple, Lil.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for one, I barely know her,” he explained. “And even if I did… she’s probably not interested in someone like me.”
Lily tilted her head, confused. “Why not? You’re nice. And you work really hard. And you’re my big brother, so that means you’re the best!”
Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh again, his heart warming at her words. “Thanks, kid. But we’ll see. For now, let’s just get you home and to bed, alright?”
“Okay,” Lily agreed, resting her head back on his shoulder. But as they continued walking, she added, “I think she’d like you, Jimmy. You just have to talk to her more.”
Jimmy didn’t reply, but the thought stayed with him as they approached the trailer. Maybe Lily was right. Maybe he should talk to you more. After all, there was something about you that he couldn’t quite shake—a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time.
-
A few days had passed since Jimmy's visit to the diner, and as the days went by, he started showing up more frequently. Sometimes, he'd come in with Lily, a quiet presence as they settled into their booth. Other times, it was just him—alone, but never lingering too long, always polite and casual, though there was something about his smile when he spoke to you that made your heart skip a beat.
You found yourself looking forward to his visits, even if you told yourself it was just because he was a regular customer. But each time he walked through the door, your pulse quickened a little. And every time you spoke, it felt like something unspoken lingered between you both.
It was a quiet afternoon when they both arrived again. The diner was nearly empty, the usual hum of conversation and clinking cutlery filling the air. You glanced up from behind the counter as the doorbell jingled, and there they were—Jimmy and Lily, walking in like they owned the place.
Lily skipped over to the booth, hopping into the seat with her usual enthusiasm. "Hi, Y/N!" she called, waving excitedly. "I drew a new picture today! Do you want to see?"
"Of course, I’d love to," you said, smiling as you made your way over to their booth.
As you handed Lily the crayons she asked for, you noticed Jimmy lingering at the entrance, looking a little uncomfortable, as though he wasn’t sure if he should approach you just yet. But when he caught your eye, he smiled, a small, shy smile that made your chest flutter.
"Hey, Y/N," Jimmy greeted you, his voice casual but soft.
"Hey, Jimmy," you replied, giving him a warm smile. "What can I get you today?"
"Just the usual," he said, settling into the seat across from Lily. "A burger, fries, and a coffee."
You nodded, scribbling it down in your notepad. "Coming right up."
As you turned to head back to the kitchen, Lily suddenly piped up from the booth. "Hey, Y/N, did you know Jimmy has a crush on you?"
Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze for a second, caught off guard by her words. You turned slowly, a slight flush creeping up your neck as you looked at Jimmy, who was staring wide-eyed at his little sister.
"Lily!" he protested, his voice a mix of shock and embarrassment. "What are you talking about?"
Lily just grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "I’m just telling the truth! He’s always looking at you like you’re a goddess or something."
Jimmy’s face turned a deep shade of red. "I do not," he said, shaking his head. "I—I don’t have a crush on anyone."
You tried to hide the small smile forming on your lips, but you couldn’t help it. The way he was fumbling with his words was too cute. "Well, I guess we’ll see about that," you teased, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jimmy cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze as he leaned back in the booth. "I swear, Lil, you have no idea what you're talking about."
But Lily just giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not dumb, you know."
You couldn’t help but chuckle at their back-and-forth. There was something endearing about the way they bantered, and it made you realize how much you liked being around them—how easy it was to talk to both of them.
"Alright, alright," you said, playing along. "No need to be shy, Jimmy. I’m not going anywhere."
Jimmy shifted uncomfortably in his seat but then looked up, locking eyes with you for the first time in a few seconds. There was something in his gaze now—something more serious, less playful. "I’m not shy," he said quietly, though his voice betrayed him. "I just… don’t know what to say."
You leaned against the counter, watching him. "You don’t have to say anything. You’re here, aren’t you?"
His eyes softened slightly, and for a moment, there was a comfortable silence between the three of you. Then Lily, always the little matchmaker, looked at you and grinned again. "I think you two should go out sometime. Just saying!"
Jimmy groaned and buried his face in his hands. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?"
You laughed, your heart warming at the exchange. "You know, Lily might be onto something," you said, your voice teasing but gentle.
Jimmy finally looked at you, his embarrassment still lingering but now replaced with a hint of hope. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice quieter this time.
You smiled softly. "Yeah," you said, your tone sincere. "Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime—just the two of us."
Lily’s eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together dramatically. "I knew it! It’s a date!"
Jimmy groaned again, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked at you. "Alright, alright. I guess we’ll see how that goes."
As you turned to head back to the kitchen, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of anticipation building in your chest. Maybe Lily was right. Maybe there was something there after all.
-
After that day, things between you and Jimmy started to change. At first, it was just small moments—simple, casual conversations as he came into the diner with Lily, or the times when he showed up on his own, just to grab a coffee and chat for a little while. You found yourself looking forward to his visits more and more, and the feeling seemed mutual. Every time he walked in, a small part of you hoped he’d sit at your booth, or that he’d ask you how your day had been, just like he always did.
It wasn’t long before the two of you started hanging out outside the diner as well. It started with simple things: grabbing coffee at a local café, taking a walk through the park, or spending lazy afternoons talking about everything and nothing at all. You learned more about each other—his love for music, his dreams of something bigger than the small-town life he’d been stuck in, and his complicated relationship with his family. Jimmy wasn’t a man of many words, but when he spoke, it was as if the world slowed down just to hear him.
One evening, after a long shift, you walked out of the diner to find Jimmy leaning against his car, waiting for you like he often did. He was wearing that same hoodie and beanie, but there was something different in the way he was standing. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, and he shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other as you approached.
“Hey,” you said with a smile, feeling the usual flutter of excitement when you saw him.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, his voice a little softer than usual. “I was thinking maybe we could go grab a bite to eat? Just the two of us?”
Your heart skipped. “I’d like that,” you replied. “Let me just change real quick.”
He nodded, giving you a small, almost hesitant smile. “Take your time.”
You returned to your small apartment to change into something more comfortable, your mind racing as you tried to focus on getting ready. Every time you were around him, you found it harder to ignore the way your heart beat faster, the way your stomach fluttered when he looked at you, even when he was being shy and quiet. But what did this mean? Was he just being friendly, or was there something more?
When you met him back outside, he drove the two of you to a small diner on the outskirts of town. The place was cozy, warm, and quiet—a perfect spot for a relaxed evening. You sat down at a booth by the window, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was an easy silence between you. The clink of silverware and the low murmur of conversations from other tables created a comfortable backdrop.
“So,” Jimmy said, after a few moments of quiet. “How’s everything going at the diner? Busy, as usual?”
You laughed softly, swirling your straw in your drink. “You could say that. Karen came in earlier today. Demanded a refund because her coffee wasn’t ‘hot enough.’” You rolled your eyes. “Same old, same old.”
He chuckled, a deep, genuine laugh that made your heart skip. “I don’t know how you do it. I would’ve lost my mind by now.”
You shrugged, glancing out the window. “It’s just part of the job. People have their bad days, you know?” You met his eyes. “Besides, it gives me something to laugh about after work.”
He was quiet for a moment, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on you, how his gaze softened as he looked at you. You swallowed, unsure of what to say next.
“I’m really glad we did this,” you said, breaking the silence. “I mean, hanging out like this… it feels good to just talk and not worry about work or anything else.”
“I feel the same,” Jimmy replied, his voice quieter now. “You’re easy to talk to, Y/N. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this comfortable with anyone.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. You were suddenly aware of the way he was looking at you, the way his lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something more.
“I… I don’t know if I’m good at this kind of thing,” he said slowly, his voice a little shaky. “But, I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time I said something.” He took a deep breath, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. “I like you, Y/N. I mean, I really like you.”
Your breath hitched at his confession. You felt the words catch in your throat, but you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.
“I like you too, Jimmy,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.
Jimmy’s gaze softened, and a small smile tugged at his lips. But there was something more in his eyes now—something deeper. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone.
“I want to be with you,” he said, his words careful but sincere. “I think… I think I’m ready to try, if you are. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. No games, no pretending. Just us.”
Your heart was pounding now, a rush of emotions flooding through you. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the uncertainty, but also the hope. He was scared, but he was asking you—he was being real with you.
You took a deep breath, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’d like that, Jimmy. I really would.”
His face lit up, a smile spreading across his face that made your heart melt. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. It felt warm and strong in yours, and in that moment, you knew—this was something real. Something worth holding on to.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice full of relief. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ve wanted this for a while, Jimmy.”
He laughed softly, as if all the tension had been lifted from his shoulders. “Good. I was starting to think I was gonna have to convince you a little more,” he teased, squeezing your hand.
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “You didn’t have to convince me. I think I’ve been falling for you for a while.”
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, the two of you lost in each other’s company. Jimmy was no longer shy, no longer hesitant. You could see the shift in him—the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you. He was finally comfortable, finally letting himself be vulnerable. And you were right there with him, your heart full of the same feelings he had been too scared to admit.
As you drove back to your apartment, Jimmy’s hand still holding yours, you realized something. This wasn’t just a casual fling or a passing moment. This was the beginning of something special. And it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
After a few more minutes of quiet conversation, you and Jimmy walked down the dimly lit street toward your apartment. The city around you was quiet, save for the occasional car driving by and the distant hum of streetlights. The night air was crisp, and it felt good against your skin, especially with Jimmy’s hand still holding yours as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go.
“You sure you’re okay with coming over?” you asked, glancing up at him. “I mean, my place isn’t much, but—”
“Hey, it’s not about the place,” he said, cutting you off with a grin. “It’s about being with you.”
You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. It was a simple answer, but it meant everything.
When you reached your small apartment building, you walked up the staircase together. The walls were decorated with old, peeling wallpaper and a few creaky steps that you had learned to avoid. As you reached the door to your apartment, you turned the key in the lock, and the door swung open with a soft creak.
Inside, the space was cozy—small, but lived-in. You’d kept things simple, but it felt like home. There were a few scattered blankets on the couch, a coffee table cluttered with old magazines, and a small bookshelf filled with dog-eared novels. Your dog, a tiny but fierce little mutt named Oreo, was already at the door, barking excitedly as you stepped inside.
“Hey, Oreo,” you said, bending down to scoop the little dog into your arms. “Look who’s here.”
Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you with your dog, your eyes full of affection as you cuddled the small, wagging ball of fur. Oreo barked and squirmed in your arms, trying to lick your face.
“Man, that dog’s got a lot of energy,” Jimmy said, grinning as he knelt down to pet him. “He’s cute, though.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “She’s a handful, trust me.”
Oreo, not content with just being petted, wriggled free from your arms and bounded toward Jimmy, eager to make a new friend. Jimmy laughed as Oreo jumped on him, licking his hands and face.
“She seems to like me,” Jimmy said, his grin wide as he tried to fend off Oreo’s advances. “I’m starting to think she’s the real boss around here.”
“Don’t let her fool you,” you said with a teasing smile. “She’s a diva. I’m the one who calls the shots.”
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, still trying to calm the little dog down. “Right, right. I’ll make sure to take notes.”
As you and Jimmy moved into the living room, the playful chaos of Oreo gradually settled down, and the two of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch. You both sat there for a while, talking, laughing, and enjoying the quiet intimacy that had developed between you. It was easy to forget about everything else when it was just you two in the same space, sharing little moments like this.
Eventually, the conversation shifted to a more personal topic, and you found yourself looking into Jimmy’s eyes, the distance between you shrinking. The way he looked at you—like you were the only person in the room—was enough to make your heart race.
“I’m glad you came over,” you said quietly, your voice almost shy.
“I’m glad you let me,” Jimmy replied, his tone just as soft. “I like being here. With you.”
You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity in them. And without thinking, you reached for him, your hand brushing against his. Jimmy leaned in, his breath warm against your face as his lips hovered just inches from yours.
“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice hushed but full of longing, “I’ve been thinking about this… about us… a lot.”
Your pulse quickened as his hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. It felt like time had slowed down, like everything in the world had paused except for the two of you. Slowly, cautiously, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.
It was slow at first, tentative, like you were both testing the waters. But as the kiss deepened, everything around you seemed to fade away. There were no more worries, no more questions. It was just the two of you, caught up in the moment, savoring the warmth and tenderness that had been building between you for so long.
Jimmy’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough. You responded eagerly, your fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him deeper, your hearts beating in sync.
For a moment, everything else—the world, the noise, the complications of life—disappeared, leaving only the connection between you and him. You could feel the electricity between you, the undeniable pull that had been growing stronger with every passing day.
Finally, you pulled away, both of you breathless, your faces inches apart. You smiled softly, your forehead resting against his.
“That was...” you started, but your voice trailed off.
“I know,” Jimmy said quietly, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “I’ve wanted it too.”
He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing your lip. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“Me too,” you whispered.
Jimmy leaned in again, this time more urgently, pressing his lips to yours with more fervor. The kiss was full of heat now, of something deeper—something that couldn’t be denied. It was like everything you’d been waiting for had culminated in this one perfect moment.
When the kiss finally broke, you both sat there for a moment, catching your breath, hands still entwined as you looked into each other’s eyes. The air was thick with unspoken promises, with the feeling that this was just the beginning of something even bigger than either of you had expected.
-
Jimmy opened the door to his trailer, stepping aside so you could enter. You smiled at him warmly, brushing your hair out of your face as you stepped into the small, slightly cluttered space. It was cozy in its own way, but you could tell he was a little nervous about having you here. He closed the door quietly behind you, glancing toward the small bedroom where Lily was sitting cross-legged on her bed with a book in her hands.
"Hey, Lil'," Jimmy called softly, walking over to her. "It’s time for bed, alright?"
Lily looked up from her book and pouted slightly, though it was more from being tired than anything else. "Okay, but can you read me a story tomorrow?"
"Yeah, of course," he said, ruffling her hair gently. "Now, go brush your teeth and get some sleep."
Lily nodded, setting her book down and hopping off the bed. She padded off toward the tiny bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the main area of the trailer. Jimmy turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Sorry about the mess," he mumbled, motioning around the room. "It’s not much, but, uh… it’s home."
You smiled, taking a step closer to him. "You don’t have to apologize, Jimmy. I like it. It’s… cozy."
He snorted softly, shaking his head. "That’s one way to put it," he muttered, his eyes flicking around the room. "Guess I’m just… not used to having someone like you here."
"Someone like me?" you teased gently, raising an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
He looked down, shuffling his feet a little. "I mean… you’re just… you know, you’ve got your stuff together. You’re smart, and you’ve got that nice apartment, and…" He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper. "You deserve better than this."
Your heart clenched at his words, and you stepped closer, reaching out to take his hand. "Jimmy," you said softly, waiting for him to meet your eyes. "Don’t say that. I don’t care about any of that stuff. I like you for who you are, not where you live."
He sighed, running a hand over his face. "It’s just… embarrassing, you know? I want to give you more than this someday. I don’t want you to think this is all I can offer."
You squeezed his hand gently, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. "You already give me more than enough, Jimmy," you said firmly. "You’re kind, you’re hardworking, and you care about the people in your life. That means so much more to me than anything else."
He looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening. "You really mean that?"
"Of course, I do," you replied, smiling at him. "And for the record, I think it’s kind of cute how worried you are about impressing me."
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Man, you’re something else," he said, his voice warm.
Before he could say more, Lily emerged from the bathroom, her hair slightly damp from washing her face. "Goodnight, Jimmy," she said sleepily, climbing back into her bed. Then she looked at you and smiled shyly. "Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight, Lily," you said warmly, watching as she snuggled under her blanket. Jimmy walked over to her, tucking her in and pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head before turning off the light in her little corner of the trailer.
As he came back over to you, he let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. "So… what do you want to do?" he asked, his voice a little hesitant.
You smiled, sitting down on the worn-out couch and patting the spot next to you. "Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?" you suggested. "I feel like there’s still so much I don’t know about you."
He hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to you, leaning back against the couch. "I don’t know if there’s much to tell," he said, his tone self-deprecating.
"I don’t believe that," you replied, nudging him gently. "Come on, Jimmy. What’s your dream? What do you want out of life?"
He glanced at you, his expression softening. "Well… you already know I rap," he said slowly. "I guess I just… I want to make it, you know? I want to get out of here, give Lily a better life. Prove to myself—and everyone else—that I’m not just some loser from 8 Mile."
You reached out, resting your hand on his knee. "You’re not a loser, Jimmy," you said firmly. "You’re one of the most talented, driven people I’ve ever met. And I know you’re going to make it someday."
He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "You really believe that?"
"Absolutely," you said, smiling at him. "You have so much to offer, Jimmy. And I’ll be right here, cheering you on every step of the way."
He was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on you. Then, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thanks, Y/N," he murmured. "That means a lot."
You smiled, leaning into his touch. "Anytime," you said softly.
The two of you sat there for a while, talking about everything and nothing. Jimmy opened up more than you’d ever seen him do before, sharing stories about his childhood, his struggles, and his dreams for the future.
-
It was a chilly evening as you walked Lily back to the trailer. She held your hand tightly, her small fingers gripping yours, her steps quiet and cautious. She wasn’t much of a talker during these moments, especially when she seemed tired, and tonight was no exception. You glanced down at her, offering her a small smile that she returned faintly before looking ahead.
As you got closer to the trailer, the faint sound of raised voices drifted through the air. You slowed your steps, your heart sinking as the argument grew louder with every step. Lily’s grip on your hand tightened, and you could see the tension in her little face as she recognized the voices.
"Why the fuck don’t you ever shut up, Greg?" you heard Jimmy’s voice ring out sharply, filled with anger.
"You think you’re some tough guy, huh?" Greg shot back, his voice slurred. "You think you’re better than me? You’re nothing but a little punk!"
"That’s enough!" Stephanie’s voice interjected, strained and desperate as she tried to mediate. "Both of you, just stop it! You’re scaring Lily!"
Your stomach twisted as you exchanged a glance with Lily. Her eyes were wide, and she tugged on your hand, urging you to keep moving. You nodded softly, squeezing her hand as you continued toward the trailer.
As you came around the corner, the scene came into view. Jimmy stood in front of Greg, his fists clenched at his sides, his posture rigid with barely contained fury. Greg, clearly drunk, was gesturing wildly, his face red with anger. Stephanie stood between them, her arms outstretched as if she were physically trying to hold them apart.
“Get the hell outta here, Jimmy,” Greg sneered, stumbling slightly as he pointed a finger at him. “This ain’t your place. Go cry about your shitty little life somewhere else.”
Jimmy’s jaw tightened, his eyes blazing as he took a step closer. “This is my place. You’re the one who doesn’t belong here. All you ever do is come in here drunk and make everything worse.”
“Jimmy, please,” Stephanie begged, her voice cracking. “Just let it go. He’s not worth it.”
Jimmy’s eyes flicked to his mom, his expression softening slightly. “Ma, you don’t have to put up with this. You deserve better than him.”
“Better than me?” Greg barked out a laugh, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t know shit about what she deserves, kid. You’re just a useless wannabe who’ll never get out of this dump.”
Jimmy took another step forward, his fists raising slightly. “Say that again, you piece of shit. I fucking dare you.”
“Jimmy,” you said softly, stepping closer with Lily still clutching your hand. His head snapped toward you, his expression immediately shifting to one of surprise and then embarrassment.
Greg noticed you too, his drunken gaze sliding over you with a sneer. “Oh, look who’s here,” he slurred. “Your pretty little girlfriend. Maybe you can teach this asshole some manners.I see now who where’s the pants in this fucking relationship.”
“Don’t fucking talk to her,” Jimmy snapped, his voice sharp as he stepped in front of you protectively. “Keep her out of this.”
“Jimmy,” you said again, this time more firmly, trying to get his attention. “It’s not worth it. Let’s just get Lily inside, okay?”
Jimmy glanced at you, his eyes softening as he noticed how tightly Lily was gripping your hand. She was quiet, but her wide eyes and trembling lip spoke volumes. He let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping slightly.
“Yeah,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Greg smirked, clearly thinking he’d won, but Jimmy ignored him, stepping back and crouching down to Lily’s level. “Hey, Lil,” he said softly, his voice gentle now. “Why don’t you head inside, huh? I’ll be right there.”
Lily nodded wordlessly, letting go of your hand and hurrying up the steps into the trailer. Jimmy straightened up, turning to look at you. His eyes held a mix of frustration and shame as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice low. “You shouldn’t have had to see that.Me and my ma’s boyfriend don’t really get along…”
“You don’t have to apologize, Jimmy,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “But you can’t let him get to you. He’s not worth it.”
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “It’s hard not to, Y/N. The guy’s a fucking parasite.”
“I know,” you said gently. “But Lily needs you to keep your head. She looks up to you.”
His expression softened at that, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah. You’re right.” He glanced back at Greg, who was still standing there with a smug look on his face, and his jaw tightened again. But instead of engaging, he turned back to you. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”
You nodded, following him up the steps and into the trailer. As the door closed behind you, Jimmy let out a long sigh, leaning back against the wall.
You smiled, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head.
-
A few months passed, and your bond with Jimmy and Lily grew stronger. You went to his rap competitions, cheering him on with pride as he worked tirelessly on his craft. You could see how much he wanted to make it, and you supported him every step of the way.
But despite the closeness, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There were moments when Jimmy seemed distant, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, and you caught him lost in thought more often than not. Sometimes, when you asked about it, he’d brush it off with a quick change of subject, or a forced joke.
The guilt you saw in his eyes every now and then made your stomach twist, but you didn’t press him. Maybe it was nothing, you told yourself. It was just the weight of his ambitions. You didn’t think too much of it. He loved you right? Or so you thought…
-
It was a cold evening when you decided to stop by Jimmy’s trailer. You had baked a fresh batch of muffins earlier in the day, and knowing how much Lily loved them, you figured it would be a nice surprise for her. Jimmy had been busy with his rap competitions lately, and you knew he had a lot on his plate. You wanted to make sure they knew you were there for them, even if just with a small gesture.
You walked up the familiar steps, the warmth of the trailer inviting you, but something felt off as you approached the front door. It was quieter than usual, and you could hear voices faintly, but they were muffled. Your mind wandered briefly, thinking perhaps Jimmy was working on something in the trailer, maybe helping Lily with her schoolwork or planning for an upcoming competition. But when you turned the corner to walk toward the back, your heart skipped a beat.
There, in the dim light of the front yard, you saw them.
Jimmy was standing with a woman, his hands resting on her waist as she kissed him fiercely. Your breath caught in your throat, the muffled sound of their lips meeting still echoing in your ears. But it wasn’t just any woman. It was *Alex*. The girl you’d seen at Jimmy’s rap competitions—the one with the bright eyes, the flirtatious grin, the one who always seemed a little too close to Jimmy when you were around.
You froze, rooted to the spot as you watched them, your chest tightening with disbelief. For a moment, you tried to rationalize it, tell yourself that maybe it wasn’t what it looked like, that maybe they were just friends or maybe you were imagining things. But the longer you stood there, the clearer it became. The way they were standing, the way Alex’s fingers ran through Jimmy’s hair, the way he responded to her touch—it was undeniable.
Then you heard it.
Alex pulled away slightly, a smug smile on her face. "I don’t know why you’re still with her," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "She’s too good for you, Jimmy. You don’t need someone like her holding you back. I mean, come on, look at her. She’s nothing special."
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You felt your breath catch, the sting of her words cutting through you like a razor. But what hurt more was the silence that followed. Jimmy didn’t immediately defend you, didn’t immediately tell her to shut up. For a split second, you felt your heart break all over again.
"She’s… she’s not like that," Jimmy finally muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were trying to find the words to justify it. "She’s… different. I care about her."
"Well, maybe *you* care about her," Alex scoffed, "but what does she really know about you? She’s just some girl who’s trying to fix the broken pieces of a guy who’s never gonna change. She doesn’t know who you really are, Jimmy. She’s not in your world."
Jimmy sighed, his voice barely audible as he responded, "I’m not who I used to be, Alex. And… she’s not like you. She doesn’t… judge me."
You couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of everything you’d been feeling, the moments of doubt, the unspoken tension between you two—it all crashed down on you at once. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you stood there, helpless, watching them. You had been there for him, through everything. You had supported him, cheered him on, loved him in ways you never thought possible. And now, you were standing in the shadows, invisible, as he kissed another woman.
"I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life…" you whispered to yourself, your voice barely audible above the rush of blood pounding in your ears. The words were thick with pain, each syllable cutting into you like a dagger.
Jimmy’s eyes snapped open in horror when he heard you. His heart stopped, his blood running cold as he turned and saw you standing there, your tear-streaked face illuminated by the dull light of the yard. His heart dropped into his stomach as he pulled away from Alex, his hands instinctively reaching out to you. "Y/N… wait… it’s not what you think—"
But you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t bear to hear anything else. The moment you saw him take a step toward you, you spun on your heel, turning away from him. You didn’t want to hear excuses. You didn’t want to listen to him try to justify his actions, his betrayal.
"Y/N, please," Jimmy called after you, desperation in his voice, but you didn’t stop.
"You don’t get to say anything right now, Jimmy!" you shouted over your shoulder, your voice breaking with emotion. "You don’t get to lie to me anymore. I was *there* for you. I loved you. And this? This is how you repay me?"
You could hear the panic in his voice as he ran after you, his footsteps quickening as he tried to catch up. "It’s not like that, I swear. I care about you. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. Please, just let me explain—"
"Explain?" you whirled around to face him, the tears flowing freely now. "What could you possibly say to explain this, Jimmy? How could you look at me and pretend nothing was wrong? How could you kiss her, talk about me like that? You’ve been hiding something from me this whole time, and I—I was so stupid to not see it."
Jimmy’s face paled, his guilt evident, and he stepped back, his hands raising in surrender. "Y/N, I swear to God, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re everything to me. I never wanted to hurt you. It’s just… Alex, she was—"
"She was *what*?" you cut him off, your voice shaking with hurt. "A distraction? A way to make me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you?"
"No! No, that’s not it—" He reached for your arm, but you jerked it away, stepping back further from him.
"I’m done," you said, your voice low and firm, your heart pounding in your chest. "I can’t do this anymore. You’ve already made your choice."
With that, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, broken and helpless in the yard. The sound of his voice calling your name echoed in your ears, but you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. You had never felt so betrayed, so shattered in your entire life.
And as you walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever be able to trust him again.
-
That night, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. The tears just kept coming, and no matter how hard you tried to push them away, they poured from your eyes uncontrollably. You locked yourself in your bedroom, curling up on your bed with your small dog, who instinctively knew something was wrong. He snuggled close, his small body offering the only comfort you could find in that moment.
Your heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one hurting more than the last. You could still hear Jimmy’s voice in your head—his desperate attempts to explain, to apologize. But the words weren’t enough. Nothing could undo what you had seen, the way you had felt so invisible to him, as though all the love you had given him was nothing more than an afterthought.
Lily’s face flashed in your mind too. You couldn’t help but wonder if she knew about her brother’s lies, if she had been keeping secrets from you, just like Jimmy had. She was so sweet, so innocent, and you never wanted to hurt her by breaking things off with him. But how could you stay in this relationship? How could you continue pretending everything was okay when your heart was breaking in ways you couldn’t even put into words?
Your dog nuzzled his head against your arm, sensing your pain, and you couldn’t help but whisper to him, “Why does it hurt so much? I don’t deserve this...”
You hugged him tighter, your body shaking with sobs as the weight of the situation seemed to crush you. The room felt like it was closing in, the silence deafening except for your sniffles and the soft whimpering of your dog. You stared at the ceiling, wondering how things had gone so wrong. You had given so much to Jimmy—so much of yourself—and this was how he repaid you? The thought made your chest ache, and you squeezed your dog closer as if he could somehow take away the pain.
“I just want to forget everything,” you muttered into his fur, your voice muffled with the tears that wouldn’t stop. “I never want to see him again... I can’t... I can’t trust him anymore.”
You held onto your dog until you both fell into a restless sleep, your pillow wet from the endless tears. Your heart ached, the emptiness inside only growing larger with every passing second. There was no closure, no resolution. Just the overwhelming sense of betrayal and the painful truth that the person you had trusted most had broken that trust in the worst possible way.
You didn’t know what the future would hold, or how long it would take for the pain to fade, but for now, all you could do was let yourself cry it out, with only your dog beside you as a silent comfort in the dark hours of the night.
-
The next day, you dragged yourself to work, feeling the weight of the previous night’s tears clinging to your eyes. You were exhausted, but you forced yourself to focus, knowing that you had to make it through the shift. The soft hum of the diner and the clinking of coffee cups were a blur in your mind, but you tried to keep your composure.
Your coworkers quickly noticed the change in your demeanor. They were usually the ones to cheer you up on tough days, but today, they saw right through your forced smile.
"Y/N, are you okay?" your coworker Stephanie asked, her concern evident in her voice.
You hesitated, unsure of how much to share. But the exhaustion and hurt in your eyes must have given you away.
"I… I don’t really want to talk about it right now," you mumbled, forcing your attention back to the orders.
But Stephanie wasn’t having it. She put a hand on your shoulder, looking at you with sympathy.What happened? You’re usually so happy, and now... you look like you’ve been through hell."
The tears threatened to rise again, but you held them back. "He... he betrayed me. That’s all I can say," you replied quietly.
The other coworkers gathered around, each of them expressing their shock and disbelief. "I can’t believe he’d do that to you," Stephanie muttered, shaking her head. "You deserve so much better, Y/N. He doesn’t know how lucky he was to have you."
You nodded, forcing yourself to focus on the plates in front of you, though their words echoed in your head. You deserve better. It was hard to believe it, but hearing it from them, your friends, made you feel a little less alone.
By the time your shift ended, you were mentally and physically drained. You slipped into your coat, trying to shake off the lingering sadness, but the weight was still there. You just wanted to go home, to escape the world for a while.
As you walked out the door of the diner, you noticed a car parked nearby. It was Jimmy’s car.
Your heart sank.
He was waiting for you, sitting behind the wheel, his eyes locked on you as you approached. You tried to ignore him, hoping he would just leave, but he opened his door before you could pass.
"Y/N!" he called out, his voice thick with desperation.
You stopped in your tracks, your body tensing. You didn’t want to face him—not like this, not after everything.
But he was already out of the car, taking slow steps toward you. You could see the regret in his eyes, but it didn’t matter anymore.
"Please, just let me explain," he pleaded.
You didn’t respond, just pulled your coat tighter around yourself, bracing for the confrontation you didn’t want.
Jimmy’s voice broke through the cold air as he hurried to catch up with you. His footsteps quickened as he called your name once again, desperation lacing his words. “Y/N, please, just listen to me! I’ll do anything, anything to make this right, I swear! I love you.”
You stopped walking, taking a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions raging inside you. The pain of betrayal was still so fresh, raw, and sharp, but you knew that you couldn’t keep running from this conversation. You turned to face him, meeting his pleading eyes, but your own were hardened.
“You don’t get it, Jimmy,” you said, your voice steady despite the tightness in your chest. “You can say all the right things now, but it doesn’t change what you did. I trusted you, and you... you broke that trust. We’ll never get back together.”
His face fell, the color draining from it as the weight of your words hit him. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He seemed lost for a moment, unable to grasp what you were saying, but you couldn’t let it stop you.
“I still care about you, but this—what you did—it's not something I can just forgive. I can’t forget it, and I won’t put myself through it again.”
You watched his shoulders sag, his head dropping in defeat. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I fucked up... I never should’ve hurt you like that. You mean so much to me. I never wanted to lose you.”
The words felt hollow, though, the sincerity of his apology lost in the wake of his actions. You gave him a moment of silence before speaking again, your tone a little softer now, though still resolute.
“I’ll never stop seeing Lily, Jimmy,” you said, your voice unwavering. “She’s a part of my life now. But as for us... we’re done.”
The finality of your words hung in the air between you. Jimmy didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, looking as if the weight of everything had finally settled on his shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, barely audible, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.
With one last heavy look, he turned away, walking back to his car without another word. The engine sputtered to life as he drove off, leaving you standing there, a deep sense of relief mingling with the ache in your chest.
You knew you had done the right thing. But as you watched his car disappear down the street, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever fully understand the depth of the hurt he had caused.
