#for FUCKS sakes Samy!

[lnights]

Via Samy's insta

[otsukare-katsukare]

after all my smark ass talking i was a pathetic display of emotion tonight. i really thought he might have this one

[peachhcs]

losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

2.6k words

warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears. 

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore. 

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe. 

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part. 

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point. 

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in. 

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston. 

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper. 

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache. 

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly. 

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head. 

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid. 

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will. 

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake. 

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door. 

“will?” 

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard. 

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard. 

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately. 

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice. 

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset. 

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces. 

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back. 

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—” 

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was. 

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on. 

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!” 

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said. 

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her. 

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered. 

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged. 

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night. 

—

gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him. 

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door. 

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel. 

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground. 

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again. 

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him. 

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure. 

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled. 

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still. 

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go. 

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him. 

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there. 

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground. 

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time. 

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers. 

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder. 

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.” 

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb. 

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission. 

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart. 

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.” 

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned. 

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part. 

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.” 

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.” 

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache. 

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence. 

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door. 

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game. 

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later. 

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered. 

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?” 

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg. 

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow. 

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact. 

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier. 

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her. 

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.” 

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks. 

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch. 

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly. 

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together. 

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.” 

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function. 

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered. 

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart. 

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned. 

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss. 

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again. 

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch. 

[stars-n-spice]

RAAAAHH BAD BATCH SECOND GENERATION!!

Behold! Silly Squad ten(ish) years later after the rescue on Mt. Tantiss!

Or aka my "Somehow the clones magically age normally and Tech is alive" AU in which they all get happy endings and their own families :)

And yes the cadets and Sami also get adopted by the families :D

I will probably post more in depth things about each individual family later but there's some basic information like what their lives are like on Pabu, what the kid's names mean, how they got adopted, and so on about each under the cut!

Guardians Family - The Yuns

Hunter and Jung decided to adopt Mox and Sami (who didn't want to go back to her family)

Later they find and adopt Huihana, thus completing their family!

But it doesn't account for all the other kids Jung and Hunter have adopted mentally and spiritually since they run a school on Pabu

Huihana means "lily/lotus" in Maori and 'Hana' means "one" in Korean

Huihana is half human and half Mirialan - later on when she's older she'll get tattoos similiar to Sami, Mox, and Jung's

Huihana is two years old and the youngest of the Second Gen kids

Mox gets the Pantoran facial tattoo to match with his sister :)

Sami ends up being Jung's padawan basically and ends up adding to her facial tattoo to match the ones Jung has

The family runs a school/camp! Mainly for Force sensitive kiddos, but Hunter also teaches them practical stuff as well

Hunter and Jung are the last of the couples to get "married"

I say "married" because they're already practically married (in a QPR) but they have a whole celebration for the sake of Omega

ScompScope Family - The Cossas

Echo and Viram decide to adopt Deke after he starts to join them on their missions with Rex and Chuchi

And then they have two sons of their own - Tikan and Zisanu - once they feel they've done their part and finally settle down

Put the three together and you get "Dee," "Tee," and "Zee" (that was a complete coincidence btw)

Tika[n] means 'Heavy' in Tsonga

Zisanu means 'Five' in Chichewa

Yeah, their names are meant to honor Hevy and Fives :) I thought it would be fitting

Rex is their godfather (and is totally not bitter about them not being named after him, totally not at all)

Echo and Viram continue to do rebellion work for a while before finally deciding to settle down once their part is done

Every now and then they do go and help Rex though, usually they'll take Deke with them and leave the two others with their Tíos since they're still kinda young (T and Z are not super happy about it)

When they're on Pabu, Echo helps wherever he can and Viram continues her work as a medic and helps out at the clinic

Third of the group to get married - they'd already waited long enough and they decided it was better late than never because they'd pushed off their relationship for the sake of their duties

Starburst Family - The Nultez Clan

When you have a clone and a Mandalorian as parents, you're going to have a TON of kids

Khea had already taken Itri as a Foundling before her and Wrecker got married

Wrecker and Khea adopt Stak in a heartbeat and he becomes a Foundling as well

Marama and Maia are twins (32 minutes apart) and are absolute trouble makers

Marama means "moon/bright" in Maori (fitting with the Star motif of Khea)

Maia means "brave/confident" in Maori (fitting of her personality and her parents')

Elio means sun (again fitting with the star motif of Khea, and going alongside Marama)

Dha'ika is Khea's cat and Lula is the kids' cat

But to be fair, they have a TON of other pets

They basically run a farm on Pabu - Khea still is a mechanic on the side and helps fix things up around the island

First to get married - they'd been dating the longest and it was spontaneous

Techphee Family - The Genoa Family

You do NOT want to mess with the Genoa siblings - they're a force to be reckoned with; intelligent as all hell, charming as fuck, witty, resourceful, talented pilots - they have it all

Except for good eyesight :/

Vela is farsighted

Rangi is nearsighted

Vela means "viligant/watchful" but it's also the name of a constellation taken directly from the Latin word for the sail of a ship (which is fitting considering Phee is a pirate and Tech and her are both phenomenal pilots)

Rangi means "Sky/heavens" in Maori (again, fitting that pilot thing)

Honestly, Rangi is just Mutant Mayhem Donnie if I'm being 100% honest with you (even his voice, I imagine it to sound like Micah Abbey's)

This family is all over the place - while they have somewhere to stay on Pabu, usually they're out exploring the galaxy together and doing various fun (dangerous) things

They practically live in Phee's ship - and they love it honestly

They always bring back souvenirs and stories for everyone whenever they return back to Pabu

Second of the group to get married - you can bet that after supposedly losing Tech, Phee made sure to tie him down and put a ring on him

Sharpshooters Family - The Marr Family

Last ones to adopt because Tay's not confident he's good with kids (it's the one thing he actually doesn't think he's good at)

Because of Tay's insecurities, Crosshair was fine with it just being them but deep down he really did want a kid

So when he was out on a mission helping Echo and stumbled upon an orphan, he didn't hesitate

Took a while for Tay to accept it though because he was terrified he might hurt their new daughter or something, but he soon proves to be a natural

Meet Akona Marr! She's half Nautolan and half Pantoran!

Akona means "to enthuse" in Maori (fits her personality)

She gets a crosshair tattoo to match her Pa and Tay gets something similar and he also caps off his horns so Akona doesn't hurt herself since she likes to climb him

Akona is nonverbal and has a tendency to bite people but her Dads love her anyways

She is spoiled ROTTEN though because like with Crosshair, Tay cannot say no to her

They're a family of fishermen! Tay and Akona are both amphibious races so they enjoy being in the water and Crosshair's enhanced eyesight helps spot fish in the waters despite the glare from the sun

Fourth of the group to get married - Tay took too long to ask (he was nervous) and Crosshair never really expressed wanting a wedding because of everything that went into it and all the attention that was going to be on him during it

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[naomis-daydream]

touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’ // shuri udaku

warnings: kissing, fingering (shuri receiving), kinda bottom!shuri, exhibitionism

a/n: yesterday was my two week anniversary on tumblr (writing wise bc i’ve been here for months lolz) so here’s a lil treat! my first time writing smut so pls be nice.

translations: bhabha - baby, sthandwa sami - my love, nkosazana- princess.

p.s i didn’t write this, i have class.

✧

“Come on, let me touch you.” you whispered, lips ghosting over the lobe of her ear.

Shuri wished she could respond, say something, anything, but right now, all she could focus on was the feeling of your cool fingertips dancing across her lower stomach.

“Don’t you wanna feel good?” your lips muttered against hers as her mouth opened to let out a low groan. “I can make you feel so good.”

As if your words weren’t enough, you slipped your hand below her waistband, cupping her clothed cunt in your palm. Shuri threw her head back, biting back a whimper. You took this as an invitation to leave a trail of kisses up her neck, stopping just below her ear to suck gently on her soft skin.

Just as you begin to trace small circles on her clit does she finally give you a coherent sentence.

“W-We can’t,” she says breathlessly, “Someone could come in.”

Though her actions contradict her words. Her arms are wrapped around your waist, hands dropping down to squeeze your ass when you dip your hand into her underwear.

Truth be told, she was right—anyone could walk in. You had her leaned against a relatively empty lab table that was in the direct eye-line of the entrance. If anyone happened to walk in, which could be any moment since her Design Group usually returned for lunch at 1pm, they’d see the incredibly lewd sight of the princess on the verge of being finger-fucked by her girlfriend.

And quite frankly Shuri was already seen as a who child who “scoffs at tradition”, so maybe adding exhibitionist to the list wasn’t the brightest idea. Though she couldn’t care less about that when you finally pushed a finger inside her.

“You’re so wet, bhabha.” You cooed as she moaned softly, trying to conceal her pleasure, lest someone overhear.

You would have none of that.

You moved your hand from behind her on the table to grip lightly on her neck, pulling her head up to look you in the eye. “Mm-mm, nkosazana, I wanna hear you.” You whispered, pumping your finger in and out at a slow pace.

She held your gaze with those beautiful, brown eyes. Her lips were shut in an awfully cute pout. You could tell she wanted to make her pleasure audible, yet still hesitant to oblige. That was fine though, you had other ways of gaining her obedience.

You leaned over to kiss her, lips connecting just as she let out a blissful moan. You swallowed the noise, pushing your tongue in her mouth. Shuri sighed at the contact, beginning to grind into your hand.

You pulled back, a string of spit connecting you two as she chases your lips. Looking at her with low lidded eyes, you slid another finger into her, watching her brows furrow as her jaw dropped in a silent scream, eyes closing.

Shuri could feel you everywhere. Your warmbreath on her face, your hand applying pressure lightly on her neck, and your nimble fingers stroking upward to that spongy spot that made her entire body vibrate in ecstasy.

You slowly increased your pace, tightening your grip to pull her back to you. “Eyes on me.” For her sake, she obeyed, meeting your gaze with a slightly quivering lower lip.

You curled your fingers inside her, reaching for that perfect spot that’d make her-

“Y/n!”

You smirked.

“Bast, please, Y/n. Don’t stop.” She swallows thickly as another moan escapes her. The lab was flooded with the sound of your fingers entering and exiting her at an ungodly place, the wet sound of your knuckles meeting her pussy brought tears to her eyes.

You smiled softly. “Aw, poor baby. Does it feel that good?”

Shuri nods quickly, incapable of forming words that’d do you justice.

“Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do,” she utters, hands moving to grip the edge of the table with crushing force.

“Who else takes care of you like I do?” You ask, letting go of her neck to wipe the single tear that slid down her cheek.

“No one else but you. Only you, sthandwa sami.” she cries.

You can tell she’s close, her hips are practically buckling against you as you bring your thumb to rub her clit once more.

Your hand cups the side of her face, kissing the spot where her tear once resided. “Come for me.”

Shuri buried her face in your neck, muffling the obscene noises you so desperately enjoyed. She wraps her arms around your waist tightly, pulling you closer as she rides her orgasm out, hips rolling against your hand still pumping slowly inside her.

“Ndiyakuthandana,” she says into your skin. I love you.

Her post-coital words of affection make you chuckle as you slowly pull out of her. “I love you more.”

She pulls her head out of the crook of your neck, arms still around your waist. “Akunakwenzeka.” It is impossible.

You hum softly, admiring her supple skin. A hazy, fucked-out smile was strayed across her face, eyes glazed with fulfillment. The two of you stay like that, looking blissfully at each other, for a few more seconds before the chatter of the lab assistants nearby breaks you from your reverie.

Shuri quickly removes her hands from around you, looking down to button and zip her jeans. You laugh at her movements as the doors opened.

Shuri glares at you as she smooths her shirt out, saying a quick greeting to the others as your back still faced them. As they reply, you place your fingers in your mouth, tongue swirling around the two digits. You pull them out slowly with a small pop! smiling at the way Shuri’s mouth parts.

“Fuck you,” she says low enough so only you can hear her.

Walking backwards, you wink at her with a smile. “Maybe later.”

[crxssjae]

Proudest Man in the World

Summary:

Kind-hearted. A champion. The lover of Jey Uso. His life transformed in the best moments, to be proud.

a/n: This is post-WrestleMania 40. Took place after Jey won against Jimmy (imagine they have the best brother vs brother match ever) and Sami won the Intercontinental Championship title against Gunther. If y'all see any errors, 🤫, I make mistakes too.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here). These belong to my samijey/jeysami short and long stories collection called "All Night."

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,333

Warning(s): 18+ only (minors DNI), NSFW, smut content, explicit language

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The night thickened and intoxicating air arose inside the dim hotel room, along with the sounds of Sami's hushed breathing.

Faint, half-lidded glint with crave, gazed into Jey's eyes, full attention. Legs encircled Jey's waist tight while their bodies pressed together under the blankets. Rush of hotness crawled in, blocking the remains of the cold.

A thousand times until now; Sami is cherished over a win he will never forget.

Intercontinental Championship.

The belt draped over the chair; moonshine illuminated its sparkle like a recognized, rare, rich in gold. If any man hadn't made the task known back in the day, its name would have crumbled. Much gratitude to the former longest reigning champion, Gunther, everyone has seen the title as important written before each vision.

WrestleMania in Philadelphia. Roars and screams of supportive cheers rediscover Sami's mind from ear to ear. Some clouded uncertainty hit Sami like a freight train at first, questioning if he could win the championship. Time went on, receiving encouragement from coworkers— hell— even Gunther himself last week, gave Sami his all through body and soul. He did it.

Jey came into the picture. He never forgets him. Neither his words.

"I gotchu."

"I've got yo' back. Don't be an ass, 'kay?"

"Love you, baby."

His lips curled in a satisfied smile. Peace is what Sami received. He was supposed to satisfy Jey since he won against Jimmy, given a standing ovation. Though instead, Jey mirrored the same emotion both had.

"Whatchu smilin' for?" Jey's voice teased yet cheerful in wonder.

Sami hummed, his arms wrapped around Jey's neck. "Don't know. I guess it's you, always spoiled me till the end."

"S'my job. Y'can't get rid of me dat easily." Jey nuzzled his nose against Sami's beard, eliciting a giggle from Sami. "If someone's datin’ me this long, I can't be gone forever."

"You've told me a thousand times to make me happy."

"Good. And I'll keep sayin' it all day."

Sami hadn't grinned this long. This is good for his sake. Jey's words affected his heart, stronger in support of a boyfriend from the known family bloodline, being fallen in love.

Their gaze locked. An inch of Jey's dick covered in a condom twitched inside Sami's heat, slicked entrance. Fulfilled, melted, lust. Sami's fingers threaded Jey's hair; Jey began strokes of lazy, careful thrusts.

Sami shuddered, nails digging into Jey's tatted back urged himself to be still. He knew he couldn't, he didn't give a damn. Anything Jey does craving more, giving any touch of feeling, swelled to each reaction.

The difference between home and hotel rooms was some short intimate moments; being interrupted by a friend, someone calling their phone, having a quickie before going on a morning routine, or leaving to arrive on the travel schedule. Inside an expensive hotel building in Philadelphia, however, silence stood outside.

No friends or family to check on them. No one knocked. They're alone.

"M'so fuckin' proud of you." Jey buried his face into the crook of Sami's neck, breath tingled his skin, hips bucking. "You— oh fuck— you deserve every inch of this, of me. M'proud y'won all dat effort."

"Mmm, I'm proud of you, too. You deserve—" Sami let out a gasp— "you deserve so much praise a-after you and Jimmy did out there. So perfect, so good, so good, so good—"

Slow trails of kisses showered on Sami's neck. Jey smiled to himself, at the praise he had given to Sami while caring. "Shh, focus on you, not me."

Being penetrated shook Sami's core; his mind became foggy, devoured with sweet hunger. His eyes were heavy, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. Jey's warmth is too good, too good for Sami to claw his fingers with fresh scratches on the back, erupted a low growl from Jey. Sami admitted he'd apologize for doing so, but Jey didn't mind.

Focus on himself, not him. Sami almost let emotions get the best a few seconds ago. He would hate himself if he broke a sob during sex, it'll be a concern. One time, the emotional part of him poured out in front of Jey before being embraced and comforted. Sami would tell his boyfriend about it later, too.

Loud, passionate wails escaped Sami's mouth; Jey's hips bucked in an instant yet deeper as the bed rocked and squeaked. Sami pecked Jey's shoulder, to the neck, to the jawline of the beard. Husky whispers from Jey reaching ear to ear, sending a shiver down Sami's spine.

He loved this.

Jey lifted his head, glimpsing into Sami's glinted eyes full of allure. "Look at you, goddamn amazin' as hell wit' dat face, baby." He showered quick smooches on his forehead. "Y'deserve everythin'."

"Keep going, Jey, please keep going..." Sami whispered in a needy tone. He does his best to keep eye contact.

Jey gripped Sami's hips and snapped his pace, quickening. Slid in, then out, focused on not breaking the condom. Sami felt Jey's lips graze his ear, hearing the same tone of whisper once more while eyelids fluttered close. A tingle of sensation ignited Sami's stomach; it peaked closer.

"I'm… I'm about to— fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, Jey—!"

Sami's mouth hung open, letting out a breathless sound; shockwaves rippled through his body as cum ejaculated on the belly and chest. Since Jey wore a condom, sparing the spill, his pulse still lingered inside. Good thing it's a reminder a couple of times protection is needed.

Slumped, boneless, full of bliss, sweat glistening. Both men are relieved. Sami peeked, narrowed his eyes at Jey's hand splayed on his chest while the other steadied the dick to pull out. He observed Jey, unwrapping the filled condom, and tying it before tossing it in the trash can.

"You should've gone to the party without me," Sami murmured after a few seconds of creeping silence between them. Fingers hovered and traced random patterns over Jey's tatted arm, then chest. "You deserve your celebration with them and Jimmy without me."

"N'let you be empty-handed in this room without a present?" Jey questioned with a mock perplexed look. "Naw, I gotta make you, a champ, happy wit' a big ass smile. Dat's our celebration."

All those hours from earlier, a party inside the bar miles away from them was held after Cody won against Roman for the Undisputed Championship. There's a choice for Jey whether or not he's going alongside Jimmy, Kevin, and others— let themselves receive joy with drinks and dances. He ditched at the last minute— for Sami, because he can't let someone be alone with a small amount of gifts, never had a chance to give a deserving one.

Jey is supposed to drink with friends, be joking, dance along, and be rewarded for all the effort he put into the brother versus brother match. However, he didn't bother. He cared about Sami the most; the others understood.

Sami sat up, scooting closer. "Does… does Kev know? Jimmy? Roman?" he asked.

Jey nodded. "They did. They just gave me the look and let me go ahead. But Ludwig wants me to tell you dat yo' Brainbuster," he cleared his throat, rolling his eyes, "is exquisite."

"Sounds like him." Sami chuckled, and pecked Jey's lips, whispering, "Guess I need to pull more tricks up my sleeves and surprise you."

"Like pullin' 'em tricks at the shower?"

"Oh god, no!"

Both couldn't help erupting their laughter ringing across the room, soft kissing and embracing in each other's arms. Everything became soundless again before Jey led Sami to the bathroom, being playful along the way. Two days in a row had been the best, even though the chilliness bothered them sometimes, for their respective WrestleMania matches to be successful. Would be best to be warm rather than complain.

Sami's chances were a fluke before the big stage. Now gripping the known championship in one hand, those chances are greater, transforming and changing the man he is—

A champion with a proud heart.

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[sokkagatekeeper]

Hey uh this might be a weird question (and cw for eugenics and racism mentions, feel free to discard this ask if you don't want to engage with those topics) but i saw an old post of yours abt the antrophologist guy who measured aangs skull. And like. That was always so INCREDIBLY jarring to me. I'm swedish and here those things are p exclusively known as a symbol of eugenics (specifically the "racial hygiene" aspect of eugenics, including things like forced sterilisation of indigenous people) Like, in school history books, the eugenics section is p much always illustrated w pictures of sami (indigenous) pp being forced to have their skulls measured. And idk if those devices are less known in america? If they have different associations? Or at least not the same symbolic value/immediate eugenics association? Because i WANT to believe that they didn't actually intentionally throw in an eugenics symbol like that. Especially for a character that's supposed to be somewhat sympathetic. Avatar might handle some heavy topics but this was just thrown in there so flippantly, I was legitimately shocked the first time i saw it. Idk it's just insane that i've never seen anyone talk about it, so surely that association might not be as prevalent in other countries or something?? Right???? Or how have people just brushed over this???? What the fuck actually

oh i mean i've definitely seen discussion of this in the fandom before, if mostly somewhat flippant references to how bad that was. yes, phrenology has been used as a tool of racist oppression in far more places than just sweden. it's possible that it's less known in other places, but i'm american and was able to recognize it. my inclination is to believe that the scene with professor zei measuring aang's skull was written thoughtlessly, by someone who had seen references to skull-measuring at some point but didn't actually know what it implied. it's possible that they were trying to subtly imply something about zei (maybe that he cares more about knowledge for knowledge's sake than about how that knowledge is applied and who it harms). that would also go along with the fact that he refers to aang as a "living relic"—a truly insanely offensive thing to say to him—and really does seem to think of him as an object of study rather than a person. he then, of course, ends up being buried in the library, because of the very fact that he values "knowledge" in the abstract without caring about being able to accomplish anything material with it. but again, this may be too generous of a reading; even if this is what the writers were going for, i still think it's pretty distasteful to show a skull-measuring scene completely out-of-the-blue like that in a children's show without properly addressing it. like you said, atla handles heavy topics, but this really only works if the audience recognizes the device for what it is and what real-world history it has, which many of the children for whom the show is intended would not.

[shanie]

Of Brothers and Bloodbonds (Unfinished Samijey Fic)

Rating: Teen Words: 2925 Pairing: SamiJey, Sami & Kevin (platonic/brotherly) Characters: Sami Zayn, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, Jimmy Uso (Mentioned), The Bloodline (Mentioned) Sitting in a hotel room in Detroit, Michigan, Sami spends the night tending to Kevin's ribs while watching Jey take on Roman. When Jimmy shows up and turns on Jey, Sami is even in the building let alone in a position to help. So, after the show, when Kevin (of all people) demands that Sami go spend the night with Jey, rather than spend it mothering him, Sami can't bring himself to put up too much of a fight. After all, he was the one to tell Jey to follow his heart. How could he ever abandon him now?

STORY IS UNFINISHED AND LIKELY NEVER WILL BE

(sorry)

“I mean it, Sami, you should go to him.”

Sami Zayn was fussing. Not that he wasn’t always concerned for Kevin; Kevin was his brother and Sami loved him with all his heart. He was going to worry about Kevin whether he was trying to heal him or hurting him personally. But ever since Kevin had gotten injured, Sami had been particularly protective, if for no other reason than he felt guilty about not having stopped it.

Not that he could have. The numbers game was a bitch.

But maybe that was why, when his former lover Jey Uso got toppled by it at Summerslam, Sami had felt guilty for a whole other reason.

But Jey was in the past. Beyond that, they were in the past. They were friends again, sure. Maybe. Sort of. A little. If you could call them not hating each other and simply being on speaking terms again “friends”. But regardless of what was happening at Summerslam, Sami wasn’t about to abandon Kevin to help Jey. Not again, at least, especially considering how badly doing so had gone in the past. Besides, It was Jey’s battle and had been for a long time. Sami knew he’d just get in the way.

And then, Jey had cried.

Sitting in the ring after the match sobbing over yet another betrayal and another loss.

He’d lost his go at the titles. He’d lost his chance to be Tribal Chief. But most of all, he’d lost his brother.

Jimmy. His brother, his twin, his whole world. The one person who Sami knew Jey would lay down his life for in a heartbeat had, instead, laid Jey out and left him at Roman’s feet.

It had stabbed Sami in the heart in a way he’d forgotten could hurt so much... which was strange because usually, when his heart ached that way, it was because he’d gotten stabbed in the back by his own brother yet again.

So when said brother saw the video with Sami and told him that he needed to go pay his old lover a visit...

“Seriously,” Kevin told him, “I’m fine here. He needs you more than I do right now.”

Sami shook his head. Kevin wasn’t feeling well. The painkillers had clearly gone to his brain, although how loopy prescription-strength ibuprofen could make you, Sami wasn’t sure.

“No way, Kev,” Sami told him, “I’m staying put. I’m not leaving you alone again.”

“Sami. I’m fine. The door is locked, nobody is getting in, it’s not like my ribs are gonna get any more fucked up in a hotel room in Detroit. You need to go check on Jey.”

Kevin definitely wasn’t feeling well.

Sami shot an incredulous look. “Since when did you care so much about Jey Uso? I thought you were sick of the Bloodline?”

“I am! But for fucks sake, Sami, the guy was sobbing. When did I care? When did you STOP? You’re the one who was so preoccupied with saving him, SAVE HIM!”

“Come on Kevin, he doesn’t...”

“Sami LISTEN! I – ”

Suddenly, Kevin winced and grabbed his ribs.

“Kev!” Sami shouted and practically launched himself off the opposite bed to check on his partner... only to get swatted away aggressively.

“I’m fine, I’m FINE!” Kevin barked. “Look, are you going after him or am I? Because I don’t think he’s gonna be very happy to see me right now. You, on the other hand, he would – ENOUGH WILL YOU STOP! GO FUSS OVER SOMEONE WHO NEEDS IT!!!”

Kevin practically shoved Sami and his ministrations off the bed, pushing him away to no small amount of protest. The reaction was quick, for both of them, and Sami’s chest hurt at the look of guilt on his best friend’s face.

“Look, sorry,” Kevin said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’m just... I’ve had a really shitty couple of weeks. Even the zoo sort of sucked as much pain as I was in. And I was kind of hoping that maybe, just maybe, this would all be over this weekend. That Roman and his narcissistic bullshit would be gone and the whole fucking company could move on. But that didn’t happen. What did happen was his poor bastard of a cousin got his ass beat and his heart broken and I’m not going to leave this alone for you to change your mind sometime when I’m not around and then you get your ass beat and heart broken too.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched and Sami watched him visibly swallow the anger that was bubbling inside him.

“So do us both a favor and go to him. You know his room number, find him, and fix him. Even if it’s just for the night.”

Sami’s heart was pounding in his chest at the realization of what Kevin had suggested before, as if to confirm, his friend added, “And I don’t want to see you until morning.”

Sami’s mouth suddenly felt very dry. If there was any doubt about what Kevin wanted him to do, it had been forcefully removed with his last statement, and, with nothing else to say, Sami replied with the first thing that did come to mind.

“How... how do you know I know his room number?”

Kevin gave a small smile that was stuck somewhere between sadness and understanding.

“You always do,” he said softly.

He always did.

And, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh, Sami realized Kevin was right. He had to go. Kevin would be fine but Jey?

Jey had never been apart from Jimmy before. Not like this.

Sami’s heart ached all over again at the thought of what Jey might be going through. At the thought and, worse, at the memory of all the times he’d gone through the same. Bloody, tear-stained nights of him and Kevin tearing each other’s bodies apart while Sami’s soul did the same inside his chest.

It was never fun and, for as much as he’d cherished the connection they shared regardless of what side they were on the ring from each other, it left him feeling empty and broken every time.

And that was what awaited Jey Uso now.

Emptiness and brokenness.

All rendered at the hands of his brother.

Sami got off the bed and, nodding with his decision, opened his eyes to gaze at his own brother.

“You’re right,” he told Kevin, “I’ll go.” .......

Kevin hadn’t been kidding about Sami always knowing what Jey’s room number was.

At first, it had been easy – The Bloodline always lived in the lap of luxury. If Sami knew what the hotel was, all he had to do was find the Executive Suite, and, guaranteed, they’d be there. He’d made a point early on to always locate the suite in the building when he arrived and, while he’d never admit it, on more than one occasion had requested a room swap to something close enough to maybe even catch a sight of his old family. He was careful, always careful, and if they’d seen him watching they’d never gone after him, but something about keeping them close, about keeping Jey close had always felt right to Sami.

But once Sami had reunited with Kevin things got a bit… trickier. Kevin was jealous, always so damn jealous, and Sami had to use a trip to the ice machine as an alibi to figure out where the Usos were staying.

It hadn’t taken long for Kevin to figure out what was going on and, after Kevin had caught him behind a corner watching Jey catching some air on a public balcony near the master suite, he’d gotten hell for it. To be fair, Kevin wasn’t angry about Sami’s feelings – those he’d figured out ages ago – it was more a case of Sami being stupid and creepy about following around an ex who wanted nothing to do with him when he and Kevin were ostensibly supposed to be partners.

Sami had to admit Kevin had a point about that. Even if Jey did want him around lurking in corners watching him wasn’t the way to go about seeing him, regardless of Sami’s intentions.

When Kevin asked him what said intentions were, Sami hadn’t been able to answer, but then how the hell was he supposed to tell his partner that regrets about leaving Jey behind in the Bloodline and laments about how Jey had chosen Jimmy over him were keeping him up at night? How the hell was he supposed to tell Kevin that seeing Jey, even from afar, was the only time the bullshit in his brain truly shut up? That keeping tabs on Jey and always knowing where he was and that he was ok was the only thing keeping him sane?

No, Kevin didn’t understand, especially when following Jey around kept getting him hurt instead and Sami resigned himself to asking the other superstars what room the Usos and their little brother were staying in. And, once tensions began to flare between the three of them and their cousin, Sami started asking the front desk. Sami had always felt like the trustworthy sort but the ease with which he usually got the information made Sami wonder if Jey wasn’t saying something upon check-in.

He wanted to think Jey was. He doubted he was.

But, regardless, it was another night in another hotel room and once again, Sami knew exactly where to find Jey Uso. Far from the master suite or any suite at all, just a regular hotel room that was honestly beneath Jey. Roman and Solo could go fuck themselves, Jey was the one who belonged in the executive suite.

Jimmy too. Fuck him too now.

The whole lot of them, Jey’s whole family, none of them deserved him and, really, Jey didn’t deserve them. He deserved so much more. To be loved, to be protected, to be champion.

Most of all, he deserved to not be alone. And as Sami looked around the hallway standing outside room 403 to make sure nobody had followed him, he knocked on Jey’s door, intent on making sure Jey wasn’t.

There was a moment, or rather, several. Several moments of agonizing silence where a thousand worries crossed Sami’s brain. What if Jey had gotten a different room? What if Jimmy had come after him? What if Roman had? What if Jey had done something stupid? Oh god, oh fuck, Jey, Jey, JEY…

But then, noise. The sound of multiple locks being unbolted and unlatched before the door cracked open without a word.

Not swung. Cracked.

And, a moment later, began to close again.

“Hey!” Sami said, quickly shoving his foot forward to block the door.

If there was an invitation to enter beyond the door opening, Sami didn’t get it but he also didn’t care. If Jey hadn’t wanted him in there, he wouldn’t have unlocked the door let alone opened it. That was just how Jey Uso was. You only ever got as close as he wanted you to.

Sami entered the room quickly, taking one final look around, closing the door behind him, rebolting all the locks… and almost plowing over a folding chair that had been propped against the wall behind the door.

“Use the chair too,” Sami heard Jey say. His voice was so small and broken and, as Sami saw his former lover standing in front of him, two things struck him immediately.

Jey’s back was to him, tattooed, bare, and exposed.

And Jey was still crying.

Sami made a mental note to buy Kevin an entire tray of his favorite cupcakes when they returned home as a thank you for pulling his head out of his ass. Kevin was fine, Kevin didn’t need him at all that night.

Jey, however…

Silently, Sami unfolded the chair and propped it under the doorknob.

“You know,” Sami said softly, “if there’s a fire or something, this is gonna make it really hard for the firefighters to get in.”

“Good.”

“Did you steal that?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

Jey didn’t respond to that, simply moving over to the bed and laying down, curling into a ball and clinging to a pillow that looked like Jey had been holding it in a death grip for hours.

Sami felt his heart kick at the sight. Jey, so proud, so strong, tucked in the fetal position over the betrayal of the twin he’d shared the womb with. It was... honestly it made Sami want to cry. But really, with as red and puffy as Jey’s eyes were at that point, it was obvious Jey had done enough crying for both of them. Instead, Sami stood across from Jey, leaning against the wall and trying not to disturb the typically bland painting of flowers that always seemed to decorate every hotel room across America.

For several moments, they stayed like that, silent beside the quiet sounds of Jey’s sniffles.

It was Sami who broke the silence first. “How’s your head?”

A sniffle. “... hurts.”

“Those superkicks hurt.”

“Yeah.”

There was a beat before Jey added, “Sorry.”

Sami smiled sadly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Another sniffle, this time accompanied by a fidget and Jey adjusting his grip on the pillow. “Nah, man. You was right. All along. Never shoulda listened to him.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. Roman can be very persuasive.”

“I didn’t mean Roman.”

“Oh.”

Jey’s grip somehow tightened even further and Sami sighed. He had to get Jey out of that headspace, he knew that much. Jey lived deep enough inside his own mind on his best days but when he was in the worst places, he tended to spiral. Sami had seen it happen.

He’d caused it to happen.

He didn’t want to think about that, though. Not when Jey was suffering at that moment for a whole different reason. From a whole different person.

Sami pushed away from the wall and stepped over to the bed. “Hey,” he said softly, placing his hand on Jey’s arm, “Come on, get up. Here, let go...”

Jey’s whole body twisted, pulling his arm away from Sami’s reach.

“Jey, come on, don’t -- ”

“Go away.”

“I’m not going to leave yo – "

“I SAID GO AWAY!”

“NO! I’m not leaving!”

Sami reached across the bed and grabbed Jey’s wrist, pulling it free. In an instant, Jey’s eyes blazed, his fiery temper shining through and matched only by the fire in Sami’s eyes. But, in the instant after that, Sami’s gaze softened, turning from fire to warmth and for as much as his grip didn’t loosen, the intensity of the touch shifted drastically.

The effect it had was quick, Jey’s rigid form relaxing just enough to allow Sami to relax as well.

“Sami...” Jey said and, oh, his voice. So strong, so angry, but not at him. Not really, and Sami couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m not leaving,” Sami repeated softly.

“You did once. How’m I supposed to trust you won’t again?”

Sami’s thumb absently brushed Jey’s wrist as he replied, “I left Roman, not you. I’d hoped you’d come with me.”

“I shoulda.”

Sami sighed deeply. “Well, uhh, hindsight’s...”

“Ya, I know,” Jey said, cutting him off and this time pulling his wrist away and releasing the pillow, pushing it behind him and swinging his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed. He aggressively rubbed the tears away, roughly, as if he could just scrub them and the pain they represented from existence, and added, “Hindsight’s 20/20. I got it.”

“Actually,” Sami replied, “I was gonna say it’s a bitch.”

Jey’s face lifted, just for a moment, and their eyes met, and Sami’s heart broke. They were red, sure, but the pain and anguish in them was so deep that it was rending Sami’s soul simply from seeing it.

So he couldn’t look at it anymore.

Sami quickly took a seat beside Jey on the bed, not touching him, but still close enough that he could feel Jey’s presence against his skin as if the flames that were always burning in Jey were warming him like a fireplace. Sami stared at the wall in front of both of them, not quite looking and far from seeing, but at that moment it was better than the alternative, so he figured he would focus on it anyway.

For his part, Jey’s eyes were on the floor.

And this time, the silence was broken by him.

“I never thought...” he began, his voice small again, “Me and Jimmy. We ain’t never been apart. He’s always had my back. And now... I got nothing. I got no one.”

“Not true.”

“What? Who else I got? You?”

For such a bitter statement, there wasn’t nearly enough bitterness in his voice for Sami’s taste. And he could have done without the defeat that was in its place. He turned his focus to see Jey, still staring at the floor, and let out a long breath.

“Yeah, I’ve been pretty shit about that, haven’t I,” Sami admitted. “Sorry. Maybe if I had been there. I shouldn’t have left you – ”

“Man, don’t start that shit, I ain’t your responsibility. I can handle my own stuff, Uce.”

“I know. And I’m proud of you.”

The speed with which Jey’s head spun to stare at Sami, his eyes wide with shock at the redhead’s words – it made Sami sick to his stomach as he realized why. There was no way, it couldn’t be...

“Has - Has nobody told you that yet???” Sami asked. “Nobody???”

(end of written part)

As a heads up for the end of this story... Sami convinced Jey how proud he is and that he acknowledges Jey. And that, as far as Sami is concerned, Jey is the HIS tribal chief. Jey says that he said the same about Roman. When Roman made him Honorary Uce, Sami was real quick to call Roman his Tribal Chief.

Sami corrects him by saying that he called Roman "Tribal Chief". But he never said Roman was HIS Tribal Chief.

Jey is shocked, rememebering that night and realizing Sami is right and they kiss. Sami makes a comment that, if Smackdown ever grows too inhospitable for him with his family around, there's always a spot for Jey on Raw at his side. Jey questions if Kevin would be OK with that and Sami says "Probably not, but he'll get over it."

The story ends with Jey asking if Sami wants to spend the night and Jey tells him he had sort of planned on it. They get comfortable and Jey crawls under the covers, curled up facing the door.... away from Sami. Sami is shocked, but Jey insists he gets into bed.

Sami realizes what the gesture means. Jey is turning his back on him... the last person left in the world he would do that for... and Sami turns the light off and curls around Jey, promising that, as much as Jey's family might break his heart, he will never do the same. Never again.

"I love you," Sami says.

"Yeah. Love you too. And Sami? Thanks"

"Any time." And with that, Sami kisses Jey on back of the neck and the two fall asleep together.

Sorry I never got to finishing this. I wish I had. I had this and another one in my mind but they just never got done. Forgive me.

[zivaninja]

The drama between Sami and the Usos has nothing to do with Cody. That ending was so good and they bring fuck face with the stupid tat out.

Oh fuck all the way off Cody. Fuck right off.

[redpool]

Collective liveblog of the Royal Rumble 2024.

If LA Knight is in the Rumble, he's my pick to win.

I just hope and pray a certain missing AEW star doesn't show up.

If he's not, then Austin Theory is.

I really hope Kevin kills Logan.

NEVER MIND DAMIAN IS MY PICK

I swear to God, if Punk wins just because he's here.

I support Kevin Owens and all of his endeavours, including murder.

Is Truth actually apart of The Judgement Day or does he just think he is?

MY PICK(s): Damian Priest, LA Knight, Austin Theory or Drew McIntyre.

Wasn't Pat just fired?

I literally don't even care who wins this, but if Punk wins, someone will die.

What? I thought Naomi was with Nic???

Thought this was the match not the rumble

Is TNA apart of WWE? DOES THAT MEAN NIC/DOLPH COULD SHOW UP???

The crowd is so dead, oh my god.

I would 100% just pull a Miz

Rhea is my top pick but also Naomi.

Unique because it's a rainbow?

Why is that guy in the green shirt and cream hat always there.

JADE

I LOVE WOMEN

JADE THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT

Jade is my women's pick.

Saw that one coming from a mile away.

Randy looks so good

Fucking hell

Holy shit

He's so fucking hot

Roman was the first ever wrestler I liked. I'm sorry but I'm not that sorry.

Just kiss already

Told ya

Shut all the way up, you little bitch.

Fucking hell

I haven't heard anyone take a chop like that in a long time

The sounds of Kevin's wrist hitting the thing oh my god

The blackwidow was made famous by AJ Lee.

Look at his chest, oh my god.

You could get fingerprints of Logans chest, Holt shit.

That's going to hurt like a bitch in a couple of hours.

Ok, I hate Logan but he's not bad.

He's Kevin fucking Owens, that's why.

AUSTIN, NO.

Austin, I just forgave you for being a shithead. And now you're back on the shitlist.

KILL HIM KEVIN

JEY!!!

That's fucked up

You deserve that shithead.

I am so fucking confused

KARRION

KARRION KROSS IS MY PICK

KARRION MY LOVE

Hey Dom

Please be quiet Corey.

NO NOT MY BABY

LUDWIG

AUSTIN

Rn, Austin or Jey are my picks.

Love his theme so fucking much

NOOOOOOO

Ok so Jey is the one I'm currently rooting for.

I need Damian to get here.

Fucking hell

DOLPH MENTION

NO NO NO NO NO

EW EW EW EW EW

IF HE WINS I SWEAR

DREW MY LOVE

I WON'T PICK BETWEEN MY TWO FAVOURE GIANTS.

NO

GUNTHER YOU BITCH

Thank fuck its just Sami.

PLEASE GOD NO, NOT DREW

COME ON D, YOU CAN DO IT.

GET THAT OLD FUCK OUT

I FUCKING HATE IT HERE.

KILL THAT BITCH DREW

FOR FUCKS SAKE

No

No

No

No

No

YES

YES

YES

YES

YES

YES

[imabillyami]

What do you think Samis reaction was to seeing what Jey did Friday night how good he looked doing it?

Oh anon... buckle up we're going for a ride...

I'm writing a thing rn to explain Sami's absence from all of this (for the sake of my own sanity), so I'm not gonna go into detail on the why of that, BUT:

Sami is equal parts proud of and turned on by Jey's actions lately. He's also worried. He knew the second Jey looked at him during their last backstage interaction what was going to happen and he's so beyond relieved that Jey finally broke free.

Jey being on the warpath against Roman & the remains of The Bloodline worries him, especially with Jimmy out and Jey being on his own. He fears Jey getting hurt and he'd love nothing more than to help, but he can't (for reasons...)

But he'd also love nothing more than to utterly rail him the second he comes backstage after that latest segment, cause of course he noticed how Jey is growing more and more confident and how he wasn't even wearing a damn shirt and that daddy denim combo had him fucking weak in the knees. He loves how fucking fine Jey looks spitting facts and kicking ass and the second he is in close proximity to Jey again, that man is going to get eaten for breakfast, lunch, dinner and at all times in between those. Cause how dare he dress like this and talk like this and look like this and do the things he does when Sami is not around to immediately let him know how he feels about them? (And while he's busy ruining Jey in every which way possible he'll be praising him relentlessly, making sure Jey knows exactly how proud Sami is and how loved he is.)

(Sami's immediate reaction was probably freezing mid-motion, dropping whatever he was holding in his hands and gaping at the screen like a fish while thinking some very decidedly unholy thoughts.)

[anakeions]

PAWS AT YOU. wound future aaaand fear for sami wami…..

HISSES!!!!!

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

sami’s pain tolerance is pretty solid so he generally doesn’t mind getting pretty beat up—as we all know, however, his life comes before All Else to him, so as soon as he starts getting into “ah fuck this is an issue” territory he enters self preservation mode, or otherwise ditching everyone and everything for the sake of saving his own life. unfortunately i dont get the opportunity to cause problems in the campaign because sometimes a 9 year old KO’s me twice in a row.

the most of his wounds are definitely physical, though—yes he’s severely fucked in the head but a lot of that is his own doing lmao he doesn’t have a lot of horrific mental scars. he has however found himself in many situations that cost him some cool looking physical scars! i’d say the second worst injury sami has ever experienced is being literally set on fire. that one kind of sucked. but he thinks the burn scars look pretty cool at least

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

the worst possible future for sami is the one he’s actively working towards :^] he knows exactly what he’s doing. he’s very deliberate. this is what he’s wanted for nearly a decade. what he doesn’t know, however, is the devastating consequences it’ll have for him—or the consequences it’s already having for him, really. i think, maybe, there’s a little part of him left that doesn’t want this, but he has such severe tunnel vision and he’s in so deep that it won’t be able to get through to him until he’s already there; even then he’ll have become so committed that he might as well finish what he started, right?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

we have an easy answer and a hard answer here. sami’s greatest fear is death. while i wouldn’t say he’s deliberately open about it, it becomes pretty obvious pretty quickly. if someone were to talk to him about it he’d be reluctant to, not because of some desire to hide it but rather because he hardly knows/understands why. the inciting event that caused the fear is clear in his memory, but as to what specifically makes him so frightened of Inevitable Demise is some nebulous thing that he can’t seem to figure out. really, it sounds like kind of a sweet gig—not having to endure the Horrors anymore, you know—but there’s still this instinctual, primal fear that keeps him from ever considering it as an option. at the very least he does genuinely enjoy life, so it’s not like he’s passively suicidal while also being terrified of the end lmao he loves being alive even if it’s horrifying sometimes

sami’s greatest fear is also divine retribution. no he will not discuss this one. lately he blames the Moon Terror on werewolves or whatever but really it’s far more related to this one. ah well! might have something to do with his debilitating fear of death as well, but he’s not self aware enough to connect the dots

[dalekofchaos]

Sami Zayn is the right choice, not Cody

Wrestlemania is all about creating "Wrestlemania moments" What is the best Mania moment the WWE could do to send the fans home happy? Cody comes back from injury to win a title?  Meh Sami Zayn beating the Tribal Chief with help from The Rock? How is this even a debate?

Cody Rhodes winning the title at Wrestlemania is forcing things for the sake of it. Much more mileage to be had for him not winning it there. Either makes him more relatable as a babyface OR gives a valid reason for a character change/turn.

The WWE can always go to the "Cody Rhodes as champion" well, which is exactly why it shouldn't happen at Wrestlemania. They have one shot to do that with Sami Zayn. Sami's character is better, his story is better, his Roman match would be better. That's the choice right now!

Sami Zayn IS THE RIGHT CHOICE to dethrone Roman THIS is the payoff to the story. So instead of doing the right thing by  putting Sami in the Rumble and winning that bitch, they purposely kept Sami out of the Royal Rumble because THEY KNEW everyone would boo Cody like we booed Batista when we fucking wanted Daniel Bryan.

They fucking HAD the perfect opportunity to put Sami in the Rumble. Rey Mysterio never took his fucking spot and never entered.  Like only 29 people came out. That was the perfect fucking excuse to bring out Sami in the Rumble and they didn't fucking take it. They didn’t do it because they knew Sami would be cheered over Cody.

Sami Zayn is the people’s champion. Be honest what would make people happy? Sami, when he’s as hottest as he’ll EVER BE? Or that Georgian midcard piece of shit Cody Midlander Rhodes? 

I think we all know Sami Zayn is the right choice to beat Roman.

[samijey]

JEY AND SAMI JEY AND SAMI JEY AND SAMI JEY AND SAMI JEY AND SAMI JEYANDSAMI JEYANDSAMI JEYANDSAMI JEYANDSAMIJEYANDSAMI JEYANDSAMI AHHHHHHJ DID YOU SEE OUR BOYS???? Notice Jey immediately softened? He was all tough and he went the guard went up he was still gentle (for Jey) 😭

It's all coming back to me noooowwww

LISTEN IT'S 4AM AND I JUST WOKE UP WITH A WEIRD FEELING THINKING IT WAS THE TRIPLE H ANNOUNCEMENT THAT WAS MAKING THE UNIVERSE DISTURB MY SLEEP BUT IT TURNS OUT IT WAS THOSE STARCROSSED IDIOTS. AS USUAL 😭😭😭 GOD that segment was SOoooOooooOo 😭 I kinda hate how they both are acting unwise like Jey doesn't know his current situation?? Sami doesn't know why he keeps pleading with Jey?? Oh he knows he just couldn't say it in front of the cameras it's ok it's ok LISTEN THAT PAUSE WITH THE STARE AFTER JEY ASKED SAMI WHY HE CARED ALMOST PUT ME IN A COMA AND THEN JEY'S VOICE BREAKING ON THE "I MADE MY CHOICE TOO" HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE FRIDAY NOW??? AND THEN BACKLASH RIGHT AFTER?? FUCK'S SAKE WWE!!!

[itjazzbicch]

FOR FUCKS SAKE. LET SAMI HAVE A FAIR FIGHT. FUCK

[apcthetics]

*˖ ⊹     “  you  know,  for  a  monster,  you  dress  up  nice.  i  bet  you  could  trick  those  stupid  judges  on  those  stupid  cat  shows  into  believing  you  weren’t  from  hell.  “  jackson  muttered  around  the  end  of  the  cat  brush  that  he  had  briefly  placed  between  his  teeth  as  he  tied  the  little  pink  bandana  around  duchess’  neck.  it  was  probably  the  most  ridiculous  thing  in  his  apartment.  the  tiny  pink  fabric  decorated  with  hearts  of  white  and  red  was  the  antithesis  of  everything  that  jackson  seemed  to  stand  for,  yet  the  moment  he’d  seen  it,  a  little  lightbulb  had  gone  off  in  his  brain.  like  everything  else  in  his  meaningless  existence,  it  had  immediately  made  him  think  of  giselle.  admittedly,  he  was  a  little  self-conscious  about  the  small  bag  that  perched  on  the  middle  of  his  table,  and  he  was  trying  to  make  up  for  it.  he  already  knew  what  sami  was  doing  for  grace.  bowie  was  being  swept  away,  and  while  he  couldn’t  drag  the  details  out  of  her  (  yet  ),  he  knew  she  wasn’t  easily  impressed.  but  those  grand  displays  weren’t  the  kind  of  person  that  jackson  was,  nor  were  they  the  kind  of  person  he  would  ever  be.  he  was  too  quiet,  too  inside-his-own-head  for  any  sort  of  over-the-top  gesture  to  feel  genuine,  and  with  giselle  he  always  wanted  to  be  genuine.

not  to  mention  he  wasn’t  even  completely  sure  what  him  and  giselle  were.  labels  like  ‘  girlfriend  ‘  felt  a  little  too  real,  a  little  too  intimidating,  but  they  clearly  weren’t  nothing  anymore.  was  it  fair  to  do  something  grandiose  when  he  still  hadn’t  been  able  to  bring  himself  to  admit  to  his  friends  that  they  were  dating?  he  hid  behind  small  gestures,  private  moments,  because  it  was  easier  to  do  that  then  put  his  emotions  openly  on  display.  he  wasn’t  scared  of  giselle  anymore─  or,  at  least,  he  wasn’t  as  scared  of  her  as  he  had  been─  but  the  world  itself  still  frightened  jackson.  her  entire  being  was  one  big  weak  spot.  opening  up  their  personal  lives  for  others  to  see  was  like  willingly  painting  a  big  target  on  his  back.  even  if  it  upset  giselle  (  he  knew  it  did,  even  if  she  didn’t  say  it  ),  he  wasn’t  brave  enough  to  make  the  jump  into  vulnerability.  “  oh─  for  fuck’s  sake.  “  he  cussed  under  his  breath  as  there  was  a  rasping  at  the  door,  duchess  bolting  from  where  she’d  been  sitting  pretty  on  the  table  startling  him  and  causing  him  to  drop  the  brush  onto  the  floor  with  a  clang.  kicking  it  aside,  he  poked  his  head  out  of  the  kitchen,  calling  towards  the  door.  “  it’s  open.  you─  you  do  know  you  don’t  have  to  knock  anymore,  right?  nobody  else  does.  it’s  like  one  of  those  revolving  doors  you  see  at  the  bank.  “  he  made  a  spinning  motion  with  his  hands,  before  he  tucked  them  into  the  pockets  of  his  jeans.  “  but  um─  hi.  happy  birthday.  “  /  GISELLE  ( @overwhlcmed​ )