American Horror Story Character Imagines

Wanna try that again?: Jimmy Darling

In which reader gets worried about jimmy and they get into an argument.

It is currently 10:00 pm and I've been waiting for Jimmy to come back to our shared trailer.
He told me after the show ended that he was gonna go to the store real quick and grab a few things. I offered to come with him because I love him and love his company but he just told me to stay.
So that's what I did. I stayed and I'm really starting to regret my choice of listening to him. He's been gone for two hours. What could possibly take you two hours at a god damn store?
10 minuets later
It's 10:10 now and he's still not home. My nerves and anxiety are getting the best of me, and at this point I'm sitting on our bed with my head in my hands thinking about all the possible scenarios that could have happened.
Did someone kill him? I don't know at this point. I know that he's strong and tough but I'm just not sure.
Did he get arrested? I know he can get if someone calls him a freak. I how defensive he can get. I don't see him as any different than me. His hands have their own special purpose if you know what I mean.
Is he cheating on me? I know the work that he did for those women at those "Tupperware" parties. That's how I met him actually, but he told me he stopped "working" after he met me. I'm just so confused and worried at the moment. I know how attractive and charismatic he is with the ladies, which pisses me off at times but I just learned to accept it.
30 minuets later
Christ Jimmy it's 10:40 at night where the hell are you. I give up. I'm just gonna go and look for him.
Just as I'm standing up to go out the door and look for him, the door is opened and in walks a seemingly happy jimmy with quite a few bags of groceries. I'm pissed. I had thought something happened to him. So I just sit down on a chair at our dining table lighting a cigarette to calm me down and to keep me from beating the shit out of this man, and stare at him while slowly inhaling this toxic relaxation.
"Hey doll," He says as he sets the last paper bag down onto the counter and walks over to me and kisses my forehead. I just let him and sit back and continue smoking. He seems taken a back and then proceeds to lean against the kitchen counter.
"You Okay darlin'," he asks seeming concerned. I can't believe he doesn't realize what he's done.
I sigh and put out my cigarette, and continue to stand up and walk over to him.
"No Jimmy. I'm not okay," I say obviously pissed off.
"What happened doll?" He asks concerned.
"Well, for starters you wouldn't let me come to the store with you. Then you tell me to stay home when all I wanted was to spend some time with you. You tell me you'll be right back when in reality you're gone for almost three hours. Three hours Jimmy! What on earth could take you that long?!" I scream almost in tears at this moment.
"I can't tell you, doll," He says.
"You've got to be kidding me. You're gone for three fucking hours and you can't even tell me why you were gone so long," I say. He doesn't respond. He just looks down at his shoes with his hands in his pockets.
"Great for all I know you were cheating on me," I say wiping away a tear.
"Seriously?" He says seemingly pissed.
I just look back at him.
"Are you that fucking insecure that you'd think that I'd cheat on you?" I walk over to him and push his chest.
"Well what the hell am I supposed to think Jimmy? I know how you are with the ladies. You're attractive. You're charismatic. You're hands are amazing for Christ sake!"
"Hon, as much as I want to tell you I just can't!" He yells back.
"So you are cheating on me!!" I scream.
"Jesus Christ Y/N stop being such a bitch. I wasn't cheating on you! Just accept the fact that you can't know about everything!" At this point I'm in tears. That hurt. He's never ever said something like that to me before.
I walk up to him and raise my hand to slap him.
Just as my hand is about to me contact with his cheek he harshly grasps my wrist and shoved my back against the wall pinning my hands up above my head.
He pushes his body up against mine. Our chests touching. He brings his mouth up to my ear. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, and in a low husky voice he whispers,
"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?" And gently bites ear.
I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life.