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A crowdfunding appeal has been launched to help a 29-year-old Black trans woman who lost both her legs after allegedly being thrown onto NYC subway tracks by her boyfriend. A statement from the New York City District Attorney confirms that the victim and her boyfriend were at the Fulton St. station in Brooklyn when the man is said to have seen the oncoming downtown train coming and “thrown” his girlfriend towards the tracks. “The victim was rushed to the hospital, where both of her legs had to be amputated. She also suffered from fractures to her ribs and a blood clot in her lungs,” the statement continues. When the police arrived, they found the woman under the train, reports Into. The woman has since taken part in an interview with trans activist Hope Giselle, and explains that she was on her way to a gender-affirming appointment when she alleges that she and her boyfriend got into an argument and he “threw” her onto the tracks.

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half the men yall call daddy can't even put air in a tire. yeah he can pull your hair but can he chop an onion? no he cannot.

#cody rhodes #all he knows is wrestle. video game. star wars. and lie #<- prev tags

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If you didnt believe Laios was autistic before todays episode i hope it clears that up for you

we were first shown his special interest, a very autistic trait to have. We get to see him indulge in his interest, we get to see him happy.

but this episode contains the scene that makes it clear Laios cannot understand social cues, tone of voice, sarcasm, or subtlety. He actively suffers socially with other humans.

Shuro is pissed Laios didnt pick up on the fact that he hated Laios, because he was being passive aggressive (at best, Shuro bottled up a lot of feelings), and said verbally he was Laios' friend. Laios takes things at face value, if someone says "im your friend" that's what he believes is true.

He hates that Laios "gets to be genuine". I hate the way he says that "gets" as if its a privilege for Laios. It's a privilege for Shuro who is nobility and has his behavior and emotions stifled. Laios doesnt understand that others are NOT genuine. he's not from that world.

that's why Laios asks "why didnt you TELL me?" and Shuro says it should have been obvious.

it was NOT obvious to Laios, not at all.

And also, that was who Laios thought was his FIRST friend on the island. he thought he made a friend, something actively difficult for him to do.

it devastated him to learn that he was wrong the entire time.

#laios touden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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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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Thank you for reading!

If your username is in bold with an asterisk, it means Tumblr won't let me tag you.

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Taglist for samijey/jeysami shippers those who wanted to be tagged for my future fics of samijey-> here

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No matter what fanfics I read: m/m, f/f, or m/f relationships, I will always be proud of y'all putting lots and lots of effort in your fanfics. It's crazy how few years ago I was afraid to read them and feeling uncomfortable to do so.

But as I grew and learn including the relationships of either gender, I finally got rid of the fear and can read freely, comment, and reblog whenever I need to. I'm still a nervous person, but I will always get a chance to read. This puts a smile on my face.

Here's an advice: if there's a fanfic you don't like, or being uncomfortable after reading the warning tags, don't send hate, click the back button and leave it alone. Don't send hate comments.

#fanfic #fanfiction #crxssjae rambles

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OMG!!!

Come one, come all, zowens shippers, as Zaynee has posted an amazing fic for you to read!

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

"'Til Death Do Us Part."

Warning: Must be 18+ to read under cut.

It feels like its been ages since they've seen each other, when in reality it has only been a week and two days. Kevin reflects fondly on Sami strutting around wearing his newly won Intercontinental Championship with a grin and nothing else. A sight to behold. They celebrated his victory nestled in each other's arms after a passionate night of lovemaking, losing themselves in each other as they always do. Wishing there was a way they could stay together, knowing Kevin would have to return to SmackDown and go their separate ways.

Raw is in their hometown of Montreal and, despite Kevin sending a text to Michael Cole claiming to be watching Sami's match at home, he's actually boarding a plane and is on his way to surprise Sami.

He hatches a brilliant scheme on how to acquire a key to Sami's room. "Your relationship to the guest?" The front desk attendant inquires, studying Kevin incredulously. "I'm his husband." He fibs, a soft blush invading his cheeks. "He's so forgetful." The last part wasn't a lie.

The attendant nods and hands Kevin a spare key. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Zayn." She bids him farewell before returning to her computer.

"Mr. Zayn." Kevin thought to himself, the blush growing deeper. He had to admit, that has a nice ring to it as butterflies flutter in his stomach.

With the thought of marriage weighing heavily on his mind, Kevin arrives at Sami's room. After emitting a shaky breath, he inserts the key card into the slot and the door swings open to reveal Sami on the other side, his back facing him, wearing only a pair of boxers. He lets his eyes wander a moment before tip-toeing behind him, careful not to make his presence known as he wraps his arms around Sami's slender waist. "Surprise!" He exclaims, causing Sami to jump out of his skin.

"Fuck, Kev." Sami curses under his breath, placing his hands atop Kevin's. "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?" He asks, spinning around to face him. "Shh...there's people in the other room." He coaxes, hushing him gently with his index finger.

"That never stopped us before." Kevin replies, a gleam emerging in his pale blue eyes. "Remember The Bloodline's dressing room?"

Oh, Sami remembers. He remembers it vividly. It was the most erotic night of his life. He remembers the adrenaline coursing through his veins at the thrill of getting caught. He never felt so alive. His reverie fading when a thought occurs to him. "How did you get in here?"

Kevin's heart is in his throat as he meets Sami's gaze. "I, um, I told her you were...my husband." He confesses softly, the blush re-emerging on his cheeks, rosier than ever.

The room is dim, but even in the darkness Kevin can see the way Sami's face lights up hearing this, his heart beating fast. "Y-You want me to be your husband?" Sami asks, his voice wavering at the concept.

"I mean, you kind of already are." Kevin replies, admiring the way Sami's eyes twinkle in the moonlight, becoming lost in their warm honey glow. "Besides, I could do worse." He quips with a smirk.

Sami's eyes well with tears. "Oh, Kev." He whispers softly, capturing Kevin's lips in a tender kiss as he cradles his face between his hands.

A soft gasp emerges from Kevin's throat as Sami's lips brush against his own, the familiar feeling of home washes over him as he eagerly kisses back, amused by Sami's enthusiasm. "Wow," Kevin breathes, the air snatched from his lungs. "Had I known you were going to react like that, I would've proposed a long time ago!" He quips playfully.

Sami smiles at Kevin, eyes full of adoration. "I would marry you in a heartbeat." He replies in a hushed whisper. "You complete me, Kevin."

Sami's heartfelt words move Kevin to tears as he reaches up to caress his cheek, their eyes fixed in a steady gaze as he leans in close, brushing his lips against Sami's. Fingers tangling in his ginger curls.

Sami emits a sigh of contentment as soon as their lips connect, it's been so long since he felt Kevin's touch but he needed to feel more as he tugs at Kevin's shirt, which Kevin tears off with haste causing Sami to giggle. The giggling ceases, however, once their bare chests brush together. The sensation sending shivers down Sami's spine.

Kevin laces his fingers through Sami's as he guides him to the bedroom. Once inside, he gives Sami's hand a firm tug, pulling him into a fiery kiss before shoving him playfully onto the bed. His eyes remain locked on Sami as he proceeds to peel off his Basketball shorts, smirking at the mix of shock and desire on Sami's face.

The kiss takes Sami by surprise as he leans on his elbows watching the titillating scene unfold before him, licking his lips in anticipation. "Damn, Kev." Sami murmurs breathlessly, enjoying the view.

Kevin loves the way Sami makes him feel. He had often been self-conscious about his weight, but Sami always made him feel special and loved. "Tu aimes ce que tu vois?" He asks softly.

Sami nods slowly, letting his eyes wander. "Oui." He breathes, inching closer, missing the heat of Kevin's body pressed against his own. "Tu es sexy, Kev." His voice thick with lust as his gaze drifts to Kevin's lips.

In a fit of passion, Kevin smashes his lips fervently against Sami's. Firm, but gentle, the kind of kiss guaranteed to take your breath away. A kiss between two lovers who share the same heart. His guardian angel, his soulmate, his everything. "I love you, Sami." He whispers as he carefully lowers Sami onto the mattress, kissing every inch of skin.

Sami gasps at the feeling of Kevin's hot mouth on him, kissing and lightly nipping at his flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I love you too, Kev." He whispers back, running his fingers through Kevin's short spiky hair as he continues his assault. "'Til death do us part."

Kevin halts his actions to shoot Sami a knowing smirk. "Man, you really want to get married, don't you?" He asks, teasing him.

"I do." Sami quips, the sound of laughter piercing the once silent room when Kevin rolls his eyes at him. "Set yourself up for that one, Kev."

Tagging: @loki69zowens,@wrestlingdespairings, @domripley, @cawcawmotherfker, @thewanderer-000, @darby--allin, @existwithpride, @mexxs-blog, @daddywrasslin, @smileceldaru, @fishgutsblog, @kayfabebabe, @racerchix21, @unintentionaloracle, @low-x-battery, @stardust181, @coloursflyaway, @riveliciousx, @kevinsteen, @pikapuff-316, @kristalynn94, @eleanor24, @wrestlingprincess80, @go-beatrizaf-blog, @anothersabah and @himbos-hotline. Thank you for reading, as always! 😊

#finally!!! i finally got a chance to read this!!! (still need to read your other zowens fics) #the way sami and kevin speak french?!? i'm blown away! #and btw kevin zayn seems fitting somehow since they ARE like husbands 😏😏 #sami zayn #kevin owens #zowens #sami zayn fanfiction #kevin owens fanfiction #zowens fic #18+ minors dni #nsfw

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Interrupting Falin talk to bring you the scene that shows why Laios really great autistic representation and why Shuro is the worst. he's a well written character but I hate him

#i love this scene it's understandable from laios #laios touden #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi

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love when i'm scrolling tumblr, reblogging posts and getting notifications from mutuals reblogging them minutes later like hell yeah we're hanging out

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Ways to run by Shield:

Roman: Smooth

Seth: Look at those hands xD

Dean: Out of control

#roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #the shield

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YAY baron has been drafted to smackdown, but the wolf dogs have been split up 💔💔💔

#🥲 #baron corbin #friday night smackdown

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every autistic person watching this episode of dungeon meshi:

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi

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Tumblr should let you have 5-10 pinned posts. Like a bulletin board. It’d be neat.

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Win or lose I know I’m bout to be fighting with internet thugs behind Naomi’s respect

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Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.

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reblog if you enjoy napping, being cozy, being conked out, snoozing, wrapping up in blankets, sipping a hot drink, catching some z's, hugging a plushie, or otherwise relaxing and resting

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Just another day of two brands afraid to mess up.

Come on, Smackdown and RAW! Give us twists and turns, give us dramatics like Undertaker getting furious and throwing a water bottle and leaving the locker room. Gotta do better than what's going on now.

The current draft pick...

Are they scared to move their Superstars to a different brand or something?

I mean, I have mixed reactions about it. Not sure. Feels weird to me.

I remember other drafts years ago when they were not giving a damn and just switching them (mostly) or keeping them.

John Cena was picked for Smackdown, then for RAW, which shocked me and surprised me.

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Me seeing Kevin not only has Cody, but also apparently he still has Randy (in spite of their WrestleMania match) as friends in SmackDown:

#THAT'S ALL I WANTED #<- yes #kevin owens