A bit of an exercise in writing...

[the_calcium_tm]

Snagged from the mun f-list, because I love these kinds of things. Claim a Jimmy (or two! or three!) and suggest a pairing if you wish. ETA: Now with new options! Because, well. I have standards. =P

1. Dorky!Jimmy
2. Happy!Jimmy
3. Shy!Jimmy
4. Angsty!Jimmy
5. On-Holiday!Jimmy
6. Horny!Jimmy
7. Being-Hit-On-While-on-the-Milkround!Jimmy
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[the_calcium_tm]

Jimmy settles down on his knees -- gingerly, because of the footy bruise on his left one -- and folds his hands together like he's seen everyone else pray before. Closing his eyes lightly, he bows his head and pauses. God's a busy person, and Jimmy's probably in a bit of a queue, prayer-wise. (Even so, Jimmy clears his throat a little, just in case.)

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Guard me please through all the night, and wake me with the morning's light. God, please bless Mum, Dad, Stan, Mrs. Cantington and George. I know he got into the flowerbeds this morning, digging and all, but it's not his fault, really."

Here, he pauses. Jimmy licks his lips and shuts his eyes tighter, voice falling to a whisper. "And, if... if you find the time, could you please make all my bones regular? Dad says they're too hard for me to play football, and I'm awful at goalkeeper. I hate sitting on the side." Jimmy reigns in the lump in his throat. "I promise to do all my chores and be nice to Frederick, even when he bullies me. Please, please, I just want to be able to play."

Jimmy sniffles a bit, and crosses himself (accidentally going from right to left). "Amen." He slips carefully into bed, making sure he doesn't put a lot of weight on his black-purpled battlescar, and curls up on his side prepared to at least score a goal on the well-cut field in his dreams. At least, he hopes so.

[alan_shore]

So cute (and sad)! I love the throat-clearing.

Awww, so good. Particularly all the little sub-vocal noises you get in there.

[orlandomuse]

Sweetest thing ever.