“Don’t You Remember All The Shit He’s Done To Us?!” Jimmy Turned To His Twin.

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the summary:

The night Roman lost, he was sobbing backstage. He knew what this meant. He lost his status as Tribal Chief, his beloved Championships, and his place in the family. Most importantly, he now… belonged to the twins. The twins he had tormented practically their whole lives. He knew hiding was useless (and besides, he wanted to uphold what was left of his crumbling dignity), so he was simply sitting and crying somewhere in the halls like a lost child. He jumped and looked up at every noise- sometimes it wasn’t even a person, who avoided him like the plague anyway- unable to help but be easily startled.

He curled in on himself, hugging his legs as he cried, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and looked up to see two similar faces. “Come on, get up.” Jimmy said, looking right at him piercingly. Jey was looking down the hall, avoiding Roman.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62432635

my first fic after brain damage 🎀

adult brian handles the laura moser situation

The metallic stench of blood was familiar to Brian by now, the way it hung thick in the air, so thick and pungent that he could almost taste it with each breath, copper on his tongue- that wasn’t out of the ordinary. The way it mixed with the tang of rust and the saltiness of the sea that slipped in through the cracks of the shipping container, less so.

Brian’s hands trembled as he knelt by his mother’s lifeless body. Jeans soaked up her blood greedily. The cold, wet floor beneath him seemed to leech the warmth from his skin, intensifying the lack of insulation the metal gifted. The world outside was distant and unreal, a stark contrast to the horror contained within this claustrophobic tomb.

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new samijey fic !!

just posted a new samijey work :) it's fluffy whereas i usually write smut but im in a special mood tonight (does 4.47am count as tonight??) so please check it out :) ps. theres a cute lil surprise near the end... <3

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i have a massive detailed jey piece in the wips for months now cuz i havent found the time to work on it and his tattoos look so. sick.