Self Love and Self Care (One-shot)

Jimmycest?

A/N: Sorry I'm imposing sub/dom on this oopsies.

Jimmy clicked mindlessly through pages on whatever god foresaken website he wasted his time on. Trying to find a cat, or a scandal, or a cat scandal to peak his interest.
"Kris Jenner-"
"LOST DOG-"
"Pupper-"
Suddenly bright pink letters stood out against a jet black background. Animated pixel hearts, candels, and pentagrams floated about the screen.
"THE TRUE WAY TO ACHIEVE SELF LOVE: An ancient latin spell!"

Jimmy could get behind that shit. Maybe he needed a little self love. He clicked the link to the article and was met with a warning in latin. Probably some dumb hippie "magik is dangerous" bullshit, he thought. Luckily there was a picture tutorial. It seemed easy enough? Maybe?

Step one: A picture of a person spitting in a glass.
Jimmy hacked up and much saliva as he could and spat in one of the many red solo cups in his wrecked apartment.

Step two: the person made a pentagram out of the spit.
What am I cloning myself damn? Jimmy thought, laughing. He obliged, though, and used his spit to paint a nasty little pentagram on his kitchen floor.

Step three: a video.
Jimmy clicked and the person was chanting in what he quessed was latin before passing out on his gross spit pentagram which seemed much redder than it should've been in the video.
He mimicked the words as best he could over and over again. Watching his own spit pentagram turn... red? No. No way.

He woke up suddenly with no memory of what happened after that. It felt like he had the worst hangover in his life. Had he even drank? Probably? Yrah. Definitely. That was definitley it. No weird magic bullshit in his motherfuckin apartment. He turned over, realizing he was in his bed.

In his bed.

With someone else.

He stared intensely at the other person in his bed. They had curly pink hair with the sides shaved, much like his own. They were clothed, luckily. He sat up and shook the other person awake.

Okay. I got drunk and called some guy over and fucked him. Eas-

The guy had complgeley rolled over and looked... exactly like Jimmy. Not just eerily similar, but exactly the same. All the same acne scars and little wrinkles that Jimmy only knew of from hours of picking himself apart in the mirror. The... other him slowly blinked his eyes open and smiled weakly at him.

I have to be high as hell right now...

"Hi Jimmy," Other Jimmy, Jimmie, mummbled.
"Who are you?" Jimmy grunted in the most disgusted tone he could manage.

In reality he was willing away a semi and hoping to god that Jimmie wasn't wearing pants under the black covers covering their lower halfs. He tried to keep all thode thought away, shaming himself for liking... himself?

"Jimmie," He said in a weird judgy tone.

God is that really what I'm like? He thought in an equally judgy tone.

"You have shit to do right?" Jimmie commanded more than asked, hopping out of the bed.

He was wearing black sweatpants, which makes sense because that's what I always wear to bed and if we're the same person they have to wear the same shit to bed duh, Jimmy reminded himself.

"Jimmy?"
"Oh uhm yeah" Jimmy finally answered, practically falling off the bed.

He walked around his apartment doing his menial morning tasks while Jimmie followed closely. Their arms brushing every one in a while, Jimmie standing directly behind Jimmy, enough for his hips to touch Jimmy's ass.