#jimmy when i catch you when i catch you jimmy

[wokelander]

hi if drabbles are open I beg you for rough sex with jimmmy

haihai!!! tw for cervix fucking and slight dubcon

He is going to kill you.

The headboard thunk, thunk, thunks against the wall and you really think you’re going to die.

He’s fucking you like he’s got something against you.

You can’t breathe, he’s going to fuck right through you, forcing himself into your airways until there is no room for anything but him. It’s invasive and piercing and cruel, his dick is so fucking mean, battering your insides, the tip grinding the fleshy opening of your cervix into a pulp.

“Jim…” Your voice won’t even come out, it feels like he’s in your throat, your breath comes out in short bursts each time his cock knocks into you. “Jimmy…” You place a trembling hand on his abdomen and hope he gets the hint, gazing up at him through your wet lashes. He looks so handsome right now. A rivulet of sweat drips from the slope of his long nose, hair sticking to his cheekbones, kiss-bruised lips—You would like to stop and admire him, but really, quite honestly you’re concerned about the state of your insides once he’s done with you.

“You want me to slow down?” Jimmy asks, he lowers his forehead to rest against yours, chests crushed together, puffy nipples brushing his. He’s burning up.

Yes, yes, god, please slow down before I need a colostomy bag.

You nod, pleading with him silently, hoping you can work your pout on him.

“Mm.” His teeth catch on your earring, pulling until it hurts and you whine in the back of your throat like a dog. “I thought you could take it.” Jimmy’s hips snap into you, bullying his cock past any resistance your poor cunt puts up. It stands no chance. Fuck, you should’ve done Kegels. “You asked for it so you’re going to take it.” He smiles down at you, all teeth, sharp canines catching the light.

“Jim—“ You brace your hands on his shoulders, face twisting as he takes on a quicker pace. It’s fucking brutal and you really think he is aiming to kill you. Maybe it’s on his bucket list. “Please, please, slow down.”

He seems to think about it, and then, definitively, “No,” and then, for good measure, “bitch.”

When you start to cry, expression contorting into something quite ugly, crumpled up like yesterday's newspaper, Jimmy snorts. “I like that face, do it again.” He fucks you harder, cunt squelching noisily each time he bottoms out, it’s literally fucking crying, you hope you go out before the rattling bed frame does.

“You’re gonna—gonna kill me, Jim,” you sniffle, pussy contracting as you try to eject him like a scratched up CD. You want him out. This feels more like a migraine than sex, the numbing pound of his cock in your womb.

“You’ll be okay,” he says, teeth bared.

[motthe]

Married+jayce viktor, visit relatives +she/her reader?

warnings: crazy aunt shenanigans, nsfw jokes

With a deep breath, you turned to your husbands and gave them one last glance over. You were quick to straighten Jayce’s tie—a matching candy red to Viktor’s turtleneck.

“Darling,” chuckled Jayce, knuckles coming up to nudge your chin and raise your eyes to his, “you’re preening again.”

“I know,” you muttered, swallowing. “I’m sorry, I’m just—”

“We can always turn around,” Viktor coerced. His hand at your back was a welcome touch. “We’ve not reached the door. There’s still time.”

“Hey,” Jayce intervened, “holidays are about socializing.”

Viktor pursed his lips as he leaned closer to your ear. “I’ll go for the ankles while you run, dove.”

You chuckled, smacking his chest softly in warning. Jayce just rolled his eyes and leaned over the both of you to knock, sending you into a panic.

“Okay, remember what I told you,” you whispered, looking between both of them. “My family is super accepting, but they’re a bit—“

“We met most of them at the wedding, we know,” Jayce laughed.

“You didn’t meet Great Aunt Lynda,” you squeaked. “She was traveling.”

“Great Aunt Lynda?” Your husbands questioned as the door opened.

“Oh, my sweet girl!” your mother cheered, stepping out into the cold to give you a tight hug. She smelled of freshly cooked gingerbread and flour. She was quick to pull you into the warmth of the house before waving the men in. “Viktor, Jayce! So great to see you both!” They had to lean down for her to kiss their cheeks, leaving you to smile to yourself as you rid yourself of your coat. “How have you all been? I saw the pictures from the honeymoon—just gorgeous!”

Viktor was quick to relieve Jayce of his button up jacket as he moved to you while he traded greetings with your mother.

“Is that my girl?”

“Dad!” you sang, barely able to turn in time before he tugged you into a wrestle of an embrace. He always knocked the breath out of you. “Good to see you,” you choked out.

“Viktor,” he nodded over your shoulder, “how are the gadgets?”

“Nothing has exploded this month,” he replied, pulling a chuckle from your old man before he moved away to shake his hand. “Jayce! How are ya, son?”

You wrapped your arm around Viktor’s, guiding him towards the living room once the jackets were put up.

“I am glad one of us loves to talk,” he mumbled.

“You always get pulled into a conversation with Uncle Jimmy,” you scoffed, smirking as he shrugged.

“He is a very interesting man.”

A zip of movement out of the corner of your eye had you stepping in front of Viktor as the twin toddlers ran full tilt at him. You managed to crouch just in time to take the brunt of it in the chest. There went your breath again.

“You goblins!” you wheezed, shaking them as they giggled. “No running in the house!”

“Rayne, Ron! Get your butts back to the playroom!” came their mother and your cousin. She apologized and said a quick hello before picking up the kids by their waist and carting them off. There was no real anger as their giggles echoed through the room along with more greetings from everyone else.

“Food will be done soon!” your mother announced before shuffling by you with another hug. Jayce was behind you when you turned, waving to everyone. Always the poster man.

“That them?!”

“Dear God,” you sighed, catching the pitchy voice above everyone else.

“Oh,” Viktor said.

“Is that…?” muttered Jayce.

Your great aunt came waddling up, the ugliest holiday sweater known to man on her pudgy form and a light up christmas tree hat.

“Lynda!” you said, stepping forward to hug her but she was quick to shake her hands at you.

“Oh, I know you plenty, lemme see these two hotties you bagged!”

Half the room groaned while the other laughed. Knowing better than to get between Lynda and her interests, you stepped to the side and sent an apologetic look to your husbands.

Viktor, wide eyed and lost, stayed put as Jayce, ever the social bug, stepped forward to introduce himself. Lynda wasted no time in grabbing his hands and pulling him down to her height.

“Strong, chiseled face,” she hummed, patting his cheek, “bet she loves to sit on that, heh.”

“Mother!” another cousin shrieked, clapping a hand over her young teen’s ears.

“Very nice, yes, now,” Lynda turned to Viktor, eyeing him up and down. “Cane. That’s kinky. Lemme hear the accent everyone goes gaga over.”

“I beg your pardon?” he questioned and you couldn’t keep from laughing at the shock on his face.

“Mm-hmm, yep, I see it, hon,” Lynda called to you, wagging a finger. “Knew you were spoiled, but this steals the cake. Two handsome men, God, reminds me of my twenties. Had a whole harem once—“

“Lynda, shut your trap. You know how many kids are running around this place?” came Uncle Jimmy. He shook his head as the woman grumbled and waved an arm at you and your partners. “You guys go and get comfy. Sorry about her.”

Viktor followed you to the couch, Jayce’s “whoa!” snapping the air. You both turned to see Lynda wagging her eyebrows up at him as he held a hand to his ass in affront.

“My God,” Viktor whispered, “you weren’t kidding.”

You hid the rest of your giggles in his chest as you cozied up on the couch.

It was going to be a long, interesting night with your relatives.

[kelsh]

Make no mistake. This isn't my worse moment.

Far from it.

It's the best decision I'll ever make.

[sturniololuv08]

On The Third Day Of Nickmas...

Day 3 of Juno's 12 Days Of Nickmas

"Be safe!" Jimmy waved.

"Oh, I miss you boys so much already." Mary Lou smooshed Matt in a hug.

"It was nice meeting you, Jared." Jimmy hollered from the doorstep.

"We can't miss our flight, Mom." Nick hugged her fast. He was glad that his time with his parents went well but a little sad he didn't get to see his friends as much as he wanted to. He was sure Matt and Chris made up for his absence, though.

"Come over again,, Jared." She hugged him again, but this time, he felt more comfortable returning the embrace.

"In the car," Matt hollered to everyone. They really couldn't miss their flight because it would mess up their plans. Today, they were on their way to Chicago to spend the day with Jared's family. It was the first time for any of them to meet anyone from his side. Jared lived in LA alone and far away from his family, so he was extra excited to be back home. "Everyone in?" Matt asked.

"Yes, just drive," Chris said agitatedly. He had stayed up late last night hanging out with Nathan, so this morning was extra grueling for him. The airport wasn't very packed since most people weren't traveling until closer to Christmas. They were on the plane in 3 minutes and off of it in 3 hours.

"Jared!" A blonde girl ran and jumped into his arms. He spun her around.

"Is Allie here?" He set her down.

"She is at the apartment with Andrew and Dad. Mom is in the car waiting. Ryan is almost there." Once she stopped talking, she peered over his shoulder at the three identical boys.

"This is my best friend from LA, Nick and his brothers. Matt and Chris." Jared introduced them.

"Hi, I'm Bri." She did a two-finger salute. Come on. Mom is waiting." Jared picked up the bag he had dropped to catch her. Let me help." She grabbed a random boy's suitcase. After exchanging glances back and forth, the three extra boys started following Jared and Bri.

"Hey, mom." Jared sounded a little embarrassed when she engulfed him in a hug.

"I got it." Bri loaded all of the luggage into the back of the car. 

"I can help, " one of the blue-eyed boys said, starting to pick up luggage and pack it in. "I'm Chris," he introduced himself. Everyone piled in and squished together.

"Sorry, I wasn't prepared for two extra people." His mother was apologetic.

"It's okay. Neither was our mom," Chris joked. Everyone laughed, and the tension seemed to dissipate a little. As they drove through the city, the boys looked at all the tall buildings and pointed out things they thought were cool.

"First time in Chicago?" Jared asked Nick.

"No, actually. We were here for the tour a few years ago. We loved it."

"Been looking for an excuse to come back." Matt smiled. Jared felt a little flutter in his chest. He was not only excited to be able to bring his best friend here to meet his family but he loved being able to do things for Chris and Matt too. They were like another set of siblings for him out in LA.

"Well, Merry Christmas." He lightly chuckled, looking at Chris's amazed eyes.

"We are here." Everyone piled out. "Here -" Jared's mom stopped so the boy she was talking to could fill in the blank drawn in her mind.

"Chris." He held a hand over his chest.

"You can call me Tammy."

"Sure thing Tamitha." Jared said, heading into the house with Nick following. Bri chuckled at the joke.

"It's a family joke." She said to the boy with a soft face. He grabbed his bags and smiled.

"Jared!" Another blonde girl ran up to him.

"Hey. I'm so glad we made it."

"Hello," a man said from the corner of the room, his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Everyone, this is Nick." All the attention shifted to him, and he immediately wondered if this was how Jared felt yesterday.

"Hi, I hope it's okay I brought my brothers with me."

"Of course it is."

"Matt." Bri noticed this was the one she helped with his bags.

"Chris." He waved slightly.

"So what is the game plan?" Jared asked his mother.

"We are going to make the cookies." She said. She started pulling out different ingredients.

"This should be easy." Chris whispered to Nick and Matt.

"It's our family's secret recipe..." She started explaining.

"Never mind," Chris whispered to take back his comment.

"Boys, don't be shy. Get on in here. Britt, go take their bags to the bedroom." Bri rolled her eyes but listened.

"I'll help you." Matt grabbed Chris' bag while Bri took Nick's. Nick joined Jared and started grabbing things he was handed. The man in the corner left the kitchen area and went to the small living room to avoid everyone.

"Andrew, you and Allie can start with the eggs and flour. Nick, you can do the sugar." Tammy started directing everyone.

"Hello!" They all turned to see a man with dark black hair entering the apartment without hesitation.

"Ryan!" Allie hugged him fast.

"So glad you could make it!" Jared and the new person did a little handshake. Nick felt a weird pang in his chest. Immediately, he knew this was Jared's best friend here in Chicago. "Nick, come here." Nick came over to join them. "This is my best friend from LA." He had been introduced just like this before, but this time, it bothered him. The specification that he was only his best friend from LA made his lungs hurt.

"Hi, I'm Ryan." He offered out a hand to shake, and Nick accepted it weakly.

"Ryan, come here." Tammy stopped her delegating to hug him. The way everyone accepted Ryan into the room with hugs and greetings was getting to Nick. He tried to keep reminding himself that Ryan had known everyone longer and that he had just met them five minutes ago, but it wasn't working. He was starting to wonder if Ryan and Jared had ever shared a moment like they had in the car last night.

"Nick?" He looked up to see everyone looking at him.

"Yeah." He pretended to be aware of what was going on.

"Do you want to start mixing the bowl?" Allie moved it over to the edge of the counter.

"Yeah." He smiled and took it. He noticed Jared's sister and his brother had already rejoined the group, which he missed due to being zoned out. Everyone started talking about different things and laughing. Nick was silently watching. Chris spilled the food coloring all over his white tee shirt, so he looked like he had been stabbed. Allie and Andrew were in their own world, flattening dough. Bri was teaching Matt how to twist the perfect candy cane with the different colored doughs. All while Ryan and Jared were getting on. Nick watched them laugh and joke. All he wanted to do was say something to be included, but he wasn't sure what to say or where to interject it appropriately.

"So, Nick. What is LA like?" Ryan brought him into the conversation.

"It's great. A lot of people." Nick wasn't sure how to answer. He'd lived there for quite a while, so he had grown numb to its wow factor.

"Basically, just bigger Chicago," Ryan said, and Jared laughed. Jared didn't laugh at Nick's answer, and that bothered him.

"Hey, all those people and I met you, though." Nick tried to steal a little bit of Jared's attention.

"You are right. I'm glad." Jared smiled at Nick; Nick felt relieved for the first time since Ryan walked in the door.

"I saw we passed the ice skating rink, so we should go." Nick wanted to try and do something in the city since their time there was short.

"Yeah, look up the times." Jared encouraged him. Nick got on his phone and started scrolling around.

"They close in thirty minutes." Nick huffed.

"It takes twenty just to get there." Ryan frowned.

"It's okay. We can all just hang out here. There's nothing wrong with that." Jared looked over to see Chris getting along with Andrew and Matt, still engulfed in Bri's attention. He smiled, liking that they were all getting along. The apartment wasn't very spacious, but everyone seemed to fit together perfectly. After the cookies came out of the oven fully baked, the sprinkles and icing started scattering across the table, replacing the cooking ingredients. Nick went to the restroom while everyone made the changes. When he came out, he saw Jared and Ryan looking at a phone together. Once Jared noticed Nick was present again, he locked his phone and hastily shoved it into his pocket. Nick gave Jared a look that inquired about his actions.

"Pass me the tree sprinkles." Chris held out a hand.

"Uh, here." Jared diverted his attention away from Nick's suspicious gaze.

"Here, Bri." Matt reached for the purple ones and gave them to her.

"Do you like mine?" Allie asked, holding up a cookie while Andrew took a photo of her.

"What do you guys think?" Nick asked, explicitly looking for Jared's approval.

"Oh my gosh, that's perfect," Ryan said. Jared smiled and nodded. The decorating continued for a few minutes until everyone was over it. Tammy packed up the cookies in containers with Allie, Andrew, and Chris, with Chris making sure all of his went in the same container.

"Where is everyone crashing tonight?" Matt looked at Jared for guidance.

"The spare room fits two people." Jared was counting on his fingers. "Nick, you can be in my room."

"Someone can sleep in my room," Bri spoke up. Everyone looked directly at Matt.

"What?" He blushed a little.

"Okay, Nick, you are in my room. Ryan and Allie can stay in the spare, Chris can take the couch, and Matt can sleep in Bri's room," Jared delegated.

"That sounds good." The boys went into the spare room to grab their bags and shuffled around the apartment accordingly. Once everyone was in their spots, Nick felt relieved that he could talk to Jared a little more freely.

"So Bri and Matt, huh?" He started gossiping.

"You saw that too?" Jared looked at his friend with disbelief on his face.

"Sucks we are leaving tomorrow. Could have given them more time to flirt." Nick slid into the bed.

"Maybe she can come visit LA soon." Jared shrugged and slid in next to Nick.

"I like your family. They are kind of like mine." Nick opened up.

"Oh yeah?" Jared rolled to look at Nick.

"Yeah. They feel homey." Nick slightly avoided eye contact. He didn't want to get too vulnerable.

"Good." Jared laid back to stare at the ceiling.

"You wish you saw them more?" Nick asked. Jared turned only his head to answer.

"Yeah, often."

"Why don't you move back?" Nick hated the thought of his best friend not being in LA anymore but also cared about his happiness.

"I made a life out in LA. I have a good job. I have good friends. I have -" Jared stopped talking and looked at the ceiling again.

"You have what?" Nick propped himself up on his elbow to see his friend's face. Jared turned and looked deep into Nick's blue eyes. Jared had seen Matt and Chris' blue eyes before, but Nick's were slightly lighter in color. He could make out the difference.

"You," Jared smiled softly. After staring at each other for a while, Jared spoke again, "Now go to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow." He rolled to face away from Nick.

"Yeah, traveling home. So busy," Nick said sarcastically. He wanted to keep his usual demeanor, but on the inside, he was overthinking. What did Jared mean by "he had him?" Did he mean it in a way that was more than a friend? Was he just saying that because he noticed Nick's annoyance toward his friendship with Ryan? Nick knew one thing: he never wanted to lose Jared.

Taglist: @trevorsgodmother @strnilolover @chrissbug333 @kirby0strombolli @abbilmao @ksturnz @thenickgirl (hope you love it!)

Dividers: by @issysh3ll because its literally the only one I have

[unintentionaloracle]

Eager Eyes [Fic]

Zowens fic! Get yer Zowens fic! Zowens with a brief bit of of Jhea!

Summary: When a territorial Kevin pops up on Raw to cause trouble, Sami and Kevin are forced to talk to each other about their situation.

“Here is your winner, SAMIIIIIIII ZAAAAAAAAAYN!”

Sami stood in the center of the ring, his hand held aloft by the referee. He smiled, happy to finally get his own win again. His opponent, Carlito, rolled out of the ring. There was no doubt he was upset he couldn't earn his keep with his faction, tonight. But that's what happens when you get in bed with them... Sami thought.

For a moment, Sami also thought maybe it was time to try and go for the world title again...

...then he heard the crowd get riled up. He turned around just in time to see the sole of Drew’s boot as it connected to his face. He could hear commentary exclaim “CLAYMORE!” as he fell to the ground, limp. Drew stood over Sami like a beast who'd happened upon freshly fallen prey, practically licking his chops.

Suddenly, Jey's music hit. Sami saw him running towards Drew with a chair, Rhea not far behind him. Drew slipped out of the ring before either could catch him. He smirked before running off. Rhea ran to the ropes and cussed him out, taking Jey's chair smoothly as Jey checked on Sami and brought him back to his feet. Sami could barely hear what he said, his eyes not leaving his attacker.

Once Drew was gone, Sami left the ring with his two saviors to the sound of the audience clapping. As they headed to gorilla, he glanced at Rhea. “Wait, why are you here?”

“Look, even I need a break from my endless quest for vengeance against Liv. Besides,” Rhea glanced over at Jey and smirked. “With everything that's been happening to him, I'm not letting Jey out of my sight ever again.”

Jey grinned at the ground, sticking one hand in his pocket as the other rubbed the back of his neck. Sami gave him an encouraging elbow jab to the arm and an eyebrow wiggle. Jey playfully shoved him in response.

“C’mon man, I get enough teasing from Jimmy and Naomi...”

Once they got past gorilla, however, they heard a crash. The trio ran towards the sound to find a man in a black hoodie standing over Drew with a chair. Rhea and Jey seemed confused about who it could be (his hood was up), but Sami knew that body anywhere.

Kevin shouted at the Scotsman as he took down his hood, tossing aside the steel chair and grabbing him by the hair: “YOU DON'T GET TO LAY A FINGER ON HIM! HIS ASS ISN'T YOURS! IT'S MINE!”

Sami felt a giddy thrill.

“AND IF ANYONE'S GONNA PUNISH HIM FOR HELPING ROMAN, IT'S GONNA BE ME!”

The thrill was doused. He ran to intervene, flanked by Jey and Rhea. Sami speared Kevin to the ground. “IT WAS FOR THE GREATER GOOD! FOR MY FAMILY!”

“YOU KNOW THE WORDS “GREATER GOOD” AND “ROMAN” DON'T GO TOGETHER! AND YOU'RE MY FAMILY, TOO!” Kevin shouted. He glared at Sami. “Also, the least you could do is say ‘Hi, Kevin' before you use his move on me.”

“Oh my God, Roman doesn't have the exclusive rights to the spear!” Sami groaned.

Jey pulled Sami off of Kevin and stood between them. Rhea stood between them and Drew, trying to keep him from making it worse. Drew just laughed as he made his way to his feet. He tested his jaw and smirked, spitting out a little bit of blood at Sami's feet.

“Your boyfriend can't protect you, Sami!” He taunted, then turned his attention to Kevin as Rhea held him back. “I'll deal with you later, Kevin. I really hoped we could've seen eye-to-eye on this. You were one of the only men in the locker room I respected. But I'll just leave you to your little domestic.” He said, slipping away before security could catch him again.

Rhea shoved Kevin into an unknown room behind them and leaned against the door before security or any officials could notice him. One of the random, ever changing officials asked her where Drew's attacker went.

“We don't even know who it was! It could've been anyone!” They said.

Rhea shrugged at first, then smirked. “I think I saw him run towards The Judgement Day’s “clubhouse”. His hood fell down. Looked like it might've been Dom, I'd know that mullet moisturized by lies anywhere.”

That seemed to satisfy them, and they went off to chase Rhea’s ex, Rhea smirking and waving goodbye.

Sami and Jey looked at her, confused.

“What? You two need to work it out. And you're not gonna be able to if they catch and fire him,” Rhea said simply.

Sami frowned. “I don't think we can work it out! We'd need to get away from all this crap before we could even think of talking to each other.”

Jey seemed to contemplate something. His eyes met Rhea’s. They both nodded in silent understanding. “Sami, I have an idea, but you can't get mad.”

“What?”

Jey grabbed Sami. “Rhea, get the door!”

Without a word, she threw the door open. Jey Irish Whipped Sami into the room as Kevin tried to escape. Sami stumbled into Kevin, knocking them both onto what seemed to be a couch.

“Sorry, Sami! It's for your own good!” Jey said.

“Work it out however you gotta, just work it out!” Rhea added before slamming the door.

---

Jey moved an equipment box in front of the door. His brain was screaming this was a bad idea, but if there was one thing his family did, it was double down. “Rhea, help me barricade this door to be safe.”

Rhea already hefted a heavy box on top of the equipment. “On it.”

“Wow, no hesitation?” Jey asked.

Rhea shrugged. “I’m ride or die, baby. Besides, I feel...bad. You know, about helping to cost them the tag belts last year? Like, maybe none of this would've happened if they'd kept them? Maybe I should've just let The Judgement Day die instead of fighting to keep us togeth—”

“Baby, I love y–” Jey caught himself. He was not ready to drop that bomb, yet. “–our self-reflection. It's so nice after spending weeks with my family again...but we gotta make sure they can't get out for a while.” He went to grab something before pausing. “And hey, it wasn't all your fault, you know? And you were just trying to save your family, I get it.”

Rhea smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Right. Thanks. And Jey?” She asked.

“What?”

Rhea walked by him, patting his butt. “I love your self-reflection, too.” She said, looking back with a wink.

---

Kevin finally flipped the lights on before trying the door. It was stuck in place. He swore. “Great!” He said, trying to force the door open. Eventually, he gave up and went over to Sami.

Sami looked around. It seemed to be a storage room for spare props. A couch. A giant folded-up parachute. Tables. Chairs. Carpets. Plants. Screens. You name it, the room had it. He huffed. “This night can only get better...” Sami glanced at Kevin. “Are you gonna kick my ass, now?” He asked. “Or, I'm sorry, your ass?”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “No.” He grabbed one of the couch cushions and tossed it. “I don't even–I’m just tired, Sami...my friends betrayed me then made me out to be the bad guy and I'm sick of it!” He said, tossing another cushion.

Kev, you put two men in the hospital... Sami thought. He didn't say a word, though. Sometimes it was better to just let Kevin say his peace.

“I just want someone to be on my side and I can't even count on you to do that!” Kevin said, tears in the corners of his eyes. “For the first time in forever, I'm alone, Sami! Do you know how much that sucks? How much that eats at me!? I'm not like you! I can't just make everyone fall in love with me because I smiled their way!”

Sami felt stung. He let everything Kevin said sink in.

“Kev, I tried calling you so many times, but you never answered. And when I tried to talk to you at Crown Jewel, you ignored me. I was feeling pretty alone, too, you know. Seth’s...Seth. Jey found his way back to Roman and has been flirting with Rhea... Plus you kept going on and on about how great Randy was and how you loved him.” Sami said, not even trying to hide his jealousy.

“So it makes it okay to help out that dick Roman!?” Kevin said, tossing two more cushions, completely stripping the sofa. “Because I was struggling with The Bloodline, too!”

“No. I'm sorry, I thought you, Cody, and Randy were enough. And it's just...I rejoined because I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere, again. To feel needed, again. Even for a little bit. Maybe even get your atten–” Sami clamped his mouth shut.

Kevin, who was mid-escalating his mounting tantrum by unfolding and tossing the gym parachute, stopped and stared at Sami. “Get my what?”

“Nothing! It's stupid...” Sami said.

Kevin shook his head, casting the parachute aside on the cushions. “Sami Zayn, did you join The Bloodline again to make me jealous?”

“I–! N-not entirely. I mean, I did want to help Jey and the family and feel good and all that, but...part of me did kinda hope to get your attention, since you were ignoring me. See if you'd fight for me, again.”

You're kinda hot when you're territorial, too... He thought.

“Sami, that's... that's a petty, selfish thing to do. Terrible.” Kevin said.

The Honorary Uce felt his shame rising. He could imagine Kevin telling The OG Bloodline this. It would destroy Jey and any hope Sami had of staying friends with Jimmy, again. And Roman would—

“...I think I just fell in love with you all over again!” Kevin declared.

“Kev, I'll do anything if you–what?” Sami asked, a little bewildered.

Kevin made his way to Sami, grinning like a cat. “You're not as high and mighty as you've been acting, lately. I like it. You've still got a rough side.”

Sami grew flush, especially from the proximity. “Yeah, well...” He said as Kevin strutted away. “I can still be a bad boy when I want to.” He said as he watched Kevin rearrange the cushions and adjust the mostly unfolded parachute over it.

Kevin was kicking off his shoes and removing his hoodie. “Then show me.”

Sami reached critical levels of flustered. “At work?” He said, voice cracking.

Kevin grabbed him by the hips. “Sami, I've been pent up and miserable for weeks. Lonely for weeks. I need this. You need this. I need you. They're not gonna get to us quickly, anyway, and if they do...” He leaned into his ear. “Then they'll just get to see who you belong to.”

Sami felt his knees buckle. “Okay, but we need to work on your possessiveness...” He said, trying to save face.

Kevin smirked as he tore Sami’s Bloodline shirt off and tossed him onto his makeshift bed. “I dunno, if you could see how good you look right now,” he said, climbing down with him. He touched his chest before cupping his face, “you'd do anything to keep you, too...” Kevin then started kissing him passionately.

Sami threw the other half of the parachute over themselves, kissing back as they got to work feeling less lonely.

---

In the aftermath, Kevin laid beside Sami. His lover had passed out not long after they'd finished, worn out from the intense love they'd made (as well as all that came before).

He idly brushed a copper strand of hair from his face. As much as he hated his hair, he did secretly enjoy getting to do this (and hated seeing Roman touch it). On his face, there was the beginnings of a bruise from Drew's Claymore. Kevin kissed it. Drew was a dead man for it, but it could wait.

He didn't want to admit it, for all his bravado, but he'd missed this more than screwing him. Seeing Sami so content, so peaceful...

So quiet... he joked to himself.

And it was all for him. A Sami no one else got to see. Not Jey, not Roman, not anyone else. And he loved that. Especially seeing Sami look so happy and blissful...all because of him.

He traced the contours of Sami's body with his fingers. “I love you, Sami. Please, just stay with me forever. I don't care if it's right here or if we run off somewhere that appreciates us. Just...don't leave my life forever, okay?”

Sami, still asleep, yawned and snuggled closer to Kevin, letting out a content sigh. “Kev...” He said in his sleep.

Kevin chuckled. “Yeah, I'm here. And you didn't hear a word I just said. Whatever. I'm still not letting you go. Ever.” Kevin said, holding him tight and burying his nose in the crook of his neck. He pulled the parachute up more. As he did so, he heard the sound of equipment being moved hastily outside.

They're probably coming to free us... He thought. Kevin did consider waking Sami. Save him the embarrassment of the good man being caught in flagrante with public enemy number one. But enjoying at least a few more seconds of this stolen moment wouldn't kill them, would it?

After all, Kevin wasn't ready to be alone again.

[jonesthefightingtiger]

Inspiration struck me in the oddest of ways today. I've encountered a YouTube video on a TikTok series for the Total Drama Island AU, "Island of Slaughter," by @eavee-ry (Awesome work!). The concept is both creative and brutal, adding plenty of story and depth to these characters and creating a sort of "survival game" to it with the angry spirits. Because I liked the concept of spirits pretty much existing because of horrible deaths, I figured I could create a Mouthwashing horror AU (as if it wasn't horror enough) called "The Adderal AU," where Jimmy was the only survivor of the Tulpar crash and no one ever doubted he was innocent. Rather than return to the wreckage of the Tulpar, he spends his "well-earned" life doing his job. No matter where he went, the memories lingered. As always, fanart for this AU is encouraged and highly appreciated. I'm more of a writer than a drawer, so seeing your styles would make me giddy with joy!

Without further ado, let's go and get started!

TW!!! Blood and Gore and implied SA

Daisuke Juarez-Kida

"Mercy Ruler"

Location: Ulysses City University

Don't Lose

Daisuke was quite a breath of fresh air to some, a chatterbox to others, you included. Still, he had plenty to live for, and enough time to grow. A shame his life was cut short, quite literally with an axe to his sunny face. You knew this the most out of everyone that he deserved to live, Jimmy. The guilt obviously consuming you proves that. What could be home runs were now fouls, corked out of the playing field. But you never cared much for sports, did you?

You will encounter him when you decide to take a stroll by the football field after your big speech about space ship safety in Tech Studies class, as you called it. He will stand there with the wrong gear for football, but you realize that he's playing an entirely different ballgame altogether. His arm, now replaced with a modified baseball pitcher, will start aiming your way as he decides you will become the sole player for dodgeball.

I hope you're good at track and field when he's at your heels.

Anya Musume

"Maddened Mother of Medicine"

Location: Highland General Hospital

Don't Disturb

A sweet woman with a knack for clever quips and smart plans for helping others. Clearly, it wasn't in her plan to let you help youself with her body. And it definitely wasn't in her plan to down those pills, but it was the best plan to painlessly kill two beings at once.

No one has a plan, they just do what comes naturally to them. The best leaders do. That sounds about right to you, Jimmy? Sickening, almost as if it nauseated you to think about it. That's probably why you found yourself walking into a hospital.

And speaking of- No... You shouldn't speak. This nurse has a strict "No Noise" rule here. Noisiness can make the room feel dirty, and she wouldn't dare let the room fester with dirty words, or dirty thoughts. You will see a woman looking down at you, eyelids so baggy they can catch tears. Her fingers have a sickening, metallic protusions jutting out, which you can easily detect as needles. She reeks of various cleaning chemicals. The nurse had unwillingly become a janitor, finding a single dirty breath to sanitize. Do not weep out to her when she catches you and sanitizes you from the inside out. You asked for this. Why did she of all people have to clean up your mess? Why did she have to be left feeling filthy?

Swansea Harold

"Ugly Duck"

Location: Cygnet Park

Don't Break

Swansea was many things to Pony Express. Abrasive. Cynical. A stickler for the rules. But his experience gave him a better understanding of his crew, even when he didn't show his care for others obviously.

And you shot him down. Like a rabid old dog.

Was it the right thing to do, you think to yourself. Knowing you, Jimmy, you've already justified it. You had to do it, or no one would have survived.

And now, you were watching the swans and other water fowl swim about in this peaceful park, taking the edge off.

Did you know that swans are highly territorial creatures? They won't hesitate to attack if they feel provoked, or feel that their family is in danger.

You'll sense dread within your soul when you hear heavy flaps over you. Do not look up, Jimmy. The sky is his for the taking. Do not look at the reflection of the lake. That's also his. Don't start running off, because the only path is throw the cattails, which can break off. You're in the home of the Axe-Beaked Swan, now, so it would be wise to respect it. He starts off as a familiarly ugly mallard-looking chick. When he grows older, though, the only thing ugly would be your face if he catches your sight.

Grant Curly

"The Marred Phoenix."

Location: Kensington's Museum of Failures

Don't Lie

This is where it all started. The winged horse that crashed and burned. After Pony Express went out of business, it was natural to man yourself in the logistics side of the A.I driven ships, even though you had anole experience as a co-pilot and acting captain. The truth is, Jimmy, you've already crashed. This ship, where you escaped death, was your failure. I suppose a captain going down with his ship doesn't matter when everyone else is dead.

But such things... They are upsetting. It makes me boil. You can feel the flames. You can hear the shaky exhales. This firebird may be tired, but he will not be snuffed out. To make up for the lack of limbs, wings have grown out of the stubs. Every swoop will rise the temperature significantly. You will sweat. You will burn. You will melt. This is the hell you've made for yourself. And let me be honest with you, as a friend who thinks you need a real heart-to-heart with someone:

I HOPE THIS HURTS

[im-an-insane-man-lover]

Idk if someone's done this

[diviedrawn]

“Why do you think Pony Express put a lock on the medical door but not in the sleeping quarters?”

[starsiex]

THOUSANDS FOUND DEAD 😭😭😭😭

[verdantwyrm]

Thanks to noclip, i was able to check out the letter Curly gets from "up top" and it is exactly as i thought.

Curly wasn't fired. He was Promoted.

Thats apart of why Jimmy was so jealous, why he was so upset and why he was so destined to not only secure his place as a hero, but to also ruin Curly's chances of ever becoming anything greater.

Its canon that Jimmy has been endlessly climbing the ranks behind Curly, he wasn't automatically brought on as a co-pilot, so to finally reach a position in that career where he could be feasibly equal to Curly, he goes and finds out that he's about to be promoted, furthering their separation, and shoving Jimmy back down the ladder, all over again. And he twists it in a way at the Birthday party that explicitly makes Curly out to be like he wanted this, like he wanted everyone else to get fired and him to climb the ladder even higher.

And its adds so much more to this scene.

Jimmy was so obsessed with the aspect of being the hero of a story, that when he was directly being cut out of one, he immediately went to the suicide-murder route. Not even bothering to try and talk it out, to think rationally or even try and understand Curly's pleas and his hopelessness.

He was being left behind, essentially forgotten by his so called "friend" that the only way he knew how to stay apart of his life and remain a good co pilot, a hero was to destroy every and all opportunity of ever being not one.

Him crashing the ship wasn't just the avoid the responsibility of what he did to Anya (not that he ever gave a shit about her, only himself) but to also make sure he died as a co-pilot, the co-pilot of an amazing captain, and whats a better way of doing exactly that than framing it to look like Curly is the one that crashed the ship?

[alexcalexart]

I've been listening to Headlock on repeat for he past 3 days bc of her

[juststandingthere]

ISTG this game is making me insane, brainrot strong enough for me to make my first analysis post

One thing i love about the narrative is how distorted the characters, relationships and events are from jimmy's pov. Most posts discussing this focus on Anya, and it makes sense bc she's probably the biggest victim of this. She's seen as less than a person, she's an incompetent nurse, she has a meek personality, she'll let anyone(jimmy) step over her and she still follows his orders, despite everything he has done to her. We obviously see, from curly's pov, that she's simply too terrified of her abuser to act any other way, and when she's not with him she's way more confident and competent.

I haven't seen as many people talking about how this "distortion" affects Swansea and Daisuke as well, including the relationship they have with each other.

We see, in the first Curly section, that Swansea is a great mentor to Daisuke (one might even say they have a father-son/uncle-nephew relationship). He takes his time to teach him not just the basics, but also how to do his job as safely as possible. He lets him take notes, he himself writes stuff down for him to remember and even lets him doodle on those notes! Sure he is harsh with him, but he clearly cares about him and wants him to be safe.

And in return Daisuke looks up to him and has great respect for him, as both a mechanic and a man, while he also makes some jokingly offensive comments towards the older man, showing the close bond they have formed.

But that's not what we see when we play as Jimmy.

In his pov we don't see them interacting much, when they do we either see Swansea insulting Daisuke for no apparent reason or, in one occasion, we see him leading the kid down a "bad path" wanting to teach him how to "drink like a man".

When they aren't interacting tho, we do see hints of their actual relationship: Swansea asking where the kid is when he is "partying" in the lounge, confirming that he does not, in fact, hate spending time with him; him looking desperately for something, *anything*, that could help Daisuke with his suffering after he's injured; how whenever Jimmy tries to bring up to Daisuke how "badly" Swansea treats him, or how he "lied" to them about the utility room, Daisuke immediately shuts him down, because he knows what he's saying is completely wrong (i'm pretty sure those are the only times he doubts something Jimmy says), showing once again the trust and respect he has for his mentor.

(this part is kinda speculative but i think it makes sense)

There are two other times where we see them interacting, where we actually see how much Swansea cares for the kid, and coincidentally, neither of them is seen through Jimmy's eyes, but from a third person pov: what Swansea says right before they knock him out with the drink, about how he resents the people that let Daisuke, someone with his whole life ahead of him, with so much optimism and joy, board the ship for a job that would inevitably leave him "mangled" and "smarter in a worse way" (i could make a whole other essay on this part but i won't), and what he says right before mercy killing him. In that scene specifically, as the camera pans out in the corridor as Swansea raises his axe, ready to take the final swing, Jimmy doesn't see the hesitation in his body language, the way his body tenses, the way he comforts the kid, telling him to close his eyes, the heavy breaths (crying?maybe?) right after the act. He only sees the older man as a monster that would take away an innocent life that jimmy would have been able to fix had he been given the time to fucking think.

Hell, now that i think about it, Swansea's final monologue, where we find out that he is in fact a good man who tried his best to better himself, who simply wanted to protect the kid and give him "a chance off this goddamn rock"(implying that the Cryopod was meant for Daisuke all along) is also shown in third person!

A few other things i found interesting:

1-The missing pieces between what happened to Daisuke in the vent and when Swansea started attacking Jimmy. There's a cut from when Daisuke screams to when he's laying on (Swansea's) bed, bloody and in pain; from when Jimmy uses the mouthwash to disinfect him (which only causes him to suffer more) and two hours later; from after the talk the two men have and the moment Jimmy decides to go find the gun, the axe gone from Daisuke's face. What happened in those missing scenes? Was Swansea the one who helped the kid onto his bed, trying to make him as comfortable as possible? Did he try to comfort him, to distract him, and ease his pain as well as he could? What was his reaction when he had to take back the axe off the face of the young man he had started seeing as his own kid, whose life he had hoped he could save but that he ultimately had to take with his own hands?

I personally think those parts are blocked out of Jimmy's mind, as he couldn't fit them in his own narrative, where he was the hero, Swansea the villain and Daisuke the innocent, young man whose life he tried his best to protect from this "monster" that was now going to come after him.

2-Swansea attacking Jimmy with the axe, especially the cemetery scene, and how it can be interpreted in different ways.

We, the viewers, knowing everything that happened, will see it as a desperate man, Swansea, trying to avenge the lives that had been lost on that ship because of Jimmy (wether directly or not), with Daisuke's death being the last straw. But i don't think that's how Jimmy saw it. He saw swansea as a crazed, mad man, a ruthless killer, coming for him after taking an innocent life, Daisuke's photo and mausoleum as a reminder for Jimmy of what the older man had done, and a justification for what he was about to do.

(not to talk about the implication that the fight against swansea was not as intense as we saw it, only confirming the idea that jimmy was looking for a justification for shooting him)

[azgfggf]

Saw this in a dream

[fungiikind]

I hope this hurts.

[redjukebox]

Mouthwashing AU where the crew beats the shit out of Jimmy and kills him and makes it back to Earth and gets help and lives happily<3333

Mouthwashing AU where Curly beats the shit out of Jimmy and kills him for assaulting Anya when he found out<3333

Mouthwashing AU where Anya beats the shit out of and kills Jimmy herself and makes it back to Earth with her friends and they’re ok and getting help<3333

[localfandomenthusiast]

Choose your last words

This is the last time

'Cause you and I

We were born to die