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war games was so GOOD I’ve been drawing sethjey all week

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fun side effect i found of my meds running out (im super dependent on them if yall couldnt tell) is my motor skills are so shit LOL out of the 3 times ive poured water into my glass, 3 times ive overfilled it and just spilled it all over the floor even though im sure i filled it like halfway so thats fun

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So, how did you come up with Roman and Solo's dynamic in Can't go Solo, along with Solo's and Samis?

I would love to hear how you came up with these dynamics and what you might have thought while you were writing them!!!

hi!! thanks for this question 😙

basically this was like welll over a year ago, solo never spoke, he was the bloodlines enforcer, roman was his “daddy” (-jey mockingly said this), the boys just did everything roman said. i basically just saw the bloodline as his dogs and especially solo, and with how the boys and ro talked about solo as a kid, so i really wanted to extrapolate that personality.

i basically had roman be a psychologically abusive cunt to solo- he’d watch his brothers get beat up and avoided doing the things they did to stay on romans good side, and learned to dissociate to create a sort of barrier to distance himself from the trauma as a young kid. with him being romans little snitch and following him around constantly and being groomed by roman into becoming his to control, i figured it would make it pretty sad if solo basically had no personality of his own, hence the lack of a dating life, no favourite food/colour/etc. i had rikishi be an absent father, so that with roman being around much more to act in his stead, solo always saw him as more of a father than he ever saw rikishi.

he doesn’t understand that sometimes people just do things because they want to or like the person, without wanting anything back in return.

which brings me onto sami. sami is a happy guy, he doesn’t necessarily see the years and years of abuse roman put the boys through yet, he just loves them. solo interests him because he’s so quiet, he almost wants to crack him. he’s enamoured by the way solo slowly slowly gets used to him, the little moments they have mean everything to him.

sami is the outside perspective, he notices slowly that things aren’t really okay, the twins are terrified of roman, solo has an insecure kind of attachment to him. he knows that solo isn’t exactly “normal”, but as an autistic person he never felt like he fit in anywhere either so he sympathises with solo in a way. he wants to be the one to help him figure out things in life separate from roman. he wants to be his first kiss, his first **😏, and teach him what *real* life is, but he’s more than willing to be incredibly slow and selfless about it. despite his size and killing capability, sami basically sees a baby deer. he can’t spook the poor thing.

honestly you could go as far as to say solo has some kind of stockholm syndrome with roman, where in the long term roman manipulated him through fear to love and respect him.

anyway, thanks so much for the ask, any excuse to yap for me! hope you like the fic!

@ dnd nerds, what race and class would jey uso (/the bloodline) be??

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new chapter alert !!

"Rise and shine, Ro." The voice sneered as the door swung open and hit the wall loudly. Jimmy watched as the figure on the bed moved around, clearly having just been woken up. As he flipped the lights on and the man groaned, Jimmy hopped down the steps with a satisfied smile. "Oh, you don't like that, huh? Sorry, Big Uce."

"What the..." Roman trailed off as his narrowed eyes were getting used to the light.

-ch2 'Shift' of my fic 'Taste of Your Own Medicine'

all's fair in love and war- part 1

Relationship: Jey/Sami/Cody/Seth Rating: Mature (Part 2 will be Explicit) Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him.

AO3 Link --- Later than I wanted to post this, but its here! 🌶️ spicy part 2 coming soon :)

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Cody’s voice rang through the arena, shouting about Legacies and Apex Predators. The crowd cheered, screaming the name that ran cold terror down Jey’s spine.

Randy Orton.

To some degree he should be pleased, right? They needed a fifth member for WarGames and Cody delivered. He lost the advantage match, and as much as he probably won’t be forgiving himself for that, having Randy on their side will even the odds considerably.

But…

The list of people Roman (and by extension Jey) has wronged over the years is long, and Randy might be at the top of it for how dangerous he is.

The sting of his defeat against Drew tonight is already proof of his past catching up to him, not to mention that he’s done the same or worse to everyone on his WarGames team.

In this loud booming ring, surrounded by lights and the crowd and the people he should be able to trust to have his back, Jey is afraid.

He stares down at the mat, trying to compose himself, trying to keep his breathing under control as beads of sweat roll down his face. He can’t do this right now, not out here where everyone can see, but he feels out of control even in his own body and it just makes him panic more.

Suddenly he feels a hand in his, grounding him, and he’s pulled into a tight hug with his face buried in warm flannel. The scent of Sami is all around him and it pulls him back to earth.

The embrace is brief, gotta keep up appearances for the crowd, but it helps considerably and Jey feels steadier on his feet now.

“You good, uce?” Sami asks, eyes full of worry and concern.

He nods, putting on a grin that he’s sure doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

They make it through the end of the show, Cody taking the lead for the most part in hyping the crowd up for the show this weekend. Despite the decision he made in bringing Orton back, he is grateful for Cody’s showmanship in that he doesn’t have to talk much before they finally head backstage.

As soon as they pass through the curtain, Sami’s hand is warm and steady in his own again. Their shoulders knock together as they navigate the dark hallways to their designated locker room for the evening.

People come up to them, producers with questions, compliments from some of the other members of the Raw roster, but Cody and Seth field them all, brushing everyone off with ease until they reach the locker room. Cody shuts the door behind them all and Sami immediately wraps Jey into his arms.

Safe again in the arms of his beloved, Jey’s hard mask breaks down. Tears leak from his eyes, falling and wetting the soft fabric of Sami’s shirt. Sami’s hands rub soothing circles into his back, but it only does so much as Jey’s mind continues to race.

Jus’ like las’ year, lost the advantage so they gon’ send me out first, just like Roman did. Everybody knows ‘m the weak link in this group. Main Event my ass, don’ mean shit when I can’t deliver when it matters. Don’ know how they all trust me after what I done. Jus’ a matter a time ‘fore they turn on me or I turn on them- and Orton? No way I ain’t gonna take an RKO in the near future.

His inner monologue races, drowning out the voices around him.

There’s additional pressure around him, either Seth or Cody hugging him from behind. And he knows it should make him feel better, that his friends are willing to comfort him when he’s upset, but it makes the guilt inside of him for his past mistakes even worse.

Jey’s breathing quickens and he can feel panic creeping in. He tries to open his mouth to tell them he needs air, but his tongue feels glued to his mouth.

Suddenly the pressure eases, the contact reduced to just Sami’s hand on his cheek, and his voice cuts through the noise in his head.

“Jey, sweetheart, talk to me?” The look of worry is evident on Sami’s face, but his tone is calm and soothing. “How about some slow breaths? Breathe with me, baby.”

Sami takes some slow exaggerated breaths and Jey puts all his focus on Sami’s lips, copying him and taking in slow drags of air until he doesn’t feel like he’s falling apart anymore.

Cody and Seth are hovering behind Sami, concern on their features.

“Better, Uce?” Cody asks.

Jey nods. “Sorry-“

Sami cuts him off, “You don’t have a single thing to apologize for, Jey.”

Jey sighs and gives him a small smile. “Yeah alright, boo.”

“Wanna tell us what happened out there, pal?” Seth asks, his brow furrowed.

Jey shrugs, “Don’ know, man. Just- I let y’all down tonight. An’ knowin’ that Randy comin’ back, like I appreciate it Cody, I do, but-“

“You’re worried he’ll turn on us.” Cody finishes.

He nods, “An’ that’s gon’ be on me too. Me n’ Jim, we put the hurt on ‘im back then, he ain’t jus’ gon’ forget that.”

Cody hums thoughtfully. “If that happens, we’ll deal with it.” He takes a few slow steps closer to where Jey sits and puts a cautious hand on Jey’s shoulder.

Jey winces, but allows the touch. Cody’s other hands joins it, rubbing into his shoulders and giving him a massage. “And what we gon’ do for the match, you gon’ have me go first?”

Sami’s face turns sour and he frowns, knowing where his train of thought is going, but Seth interrupts before he can speak.

“If you want to to prove a point, sure, but we’re not gonna make you go first.” Seth kneels beside Jey, hands resting lightly on his thigh, inches away from the exposed skin of his belly.

“We’re not Roman, uce.” Cody says, bending down to press a brief kiss to the top of Jey’s head. “We’re not gonna punish you for losing tonight, you know that right?”

Jey feels relief wash over him, the tension that he’s been holding melts away under their touches. He goes to speak but his eyes are brimming again with tears and he closes his mouth and just nods.

Sami brushes a few tears away with his thumbs. “Let us take care of you tonight, mon chou"

He takes a deep breath in, fighting against the urges inside of him that tell him to flee, that showing emotion like this will make them think he’s weak, that everyone in this room will turn on him and leave him in the end and what good is it to pretend anything different. But Sami has never led him astray, and he’s been happier these last few months than he has been in a long time, and Jey is so tired of being afraid.

“Please?” Jey looks at each of them in turn; Sami who’s eyes hold so much love, Seth who looks at him with hunger, and Cody with his hands still firmly holding him. He can’t believe how lucky he really is.

With his permission now, there are hands all over Jey’s skin. Cody resumes giving him a deep shoulder massage, bending down to press soft kisses to his skin as he goes. Seth’s fingers dance up his thigh and roam along his stomach with light and teasing pressure, getting close to his nipples but not quite.

Sami stands, running his hands up to move through Jey’s hair, gently scritching at his scalp.

It’s overwhelming for Jey, but in a good way. He feels safe and comfortable enough to give up the reigns and let them do as they wish.

Jey dips his head back, exposing his neck to Sami and hoping that his lover understands what he wants.

As usual, Sami reads his mind, bringing his lips to the delicate skin of Jey’s neck, peppering it with soft kisses before he bites down gently on his pulse point.

Seth deliberately makes a pass over both of Jey’s nipples with his thumbs, and the sensation causes him to let out a low moan, sinking his head back even further as his mouth goes slack and he feels his dick stirring in his still on ring gear.

Cody laughs behind him, “Maybe we oughta take this back to the hotel, eh boys?”

Jey looks back at him, eyes pleading. “Yea, Uce. Sounds good.”

“I bet it does, we’re gonna treat you right, baby doll.” Seth lets out his signature cackle.

Jey can feel the heat of the blush in his cheeks as Sami’s hand finds his again and helps him to his feet. Sami presses a kiss to his cheek and murmurs, “You deserve it, Jey.” ----- Thank you for reading!

Next time: Sami, Seth & Cody take Jey back to their fancy huge hotel room and spoil him absolutely rotten 💖

LETS GET HYYPPE FOR THE NEW FIC

the summary:

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

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

YOU DREW HIM SOOOO BABYGIRL

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late night art post cuz I couldn’t sleep

I’m gonna post drawings of Solo and Jimmy later if I get them finished 😔