#spanish vlog

[emsleyanbluejay]

Consumed by the thought of Marko trying so hard not to bite down when Sammy sticks his fingers in his mouth, his jaw twitching with the strain as he starts to drool and his head gets foggy.

Maybe Sammy notices, maybe he doesn’t, but either way, he doesn’t pull his hand back; he just keeps exploring Marko’s mouth, tracing his molars and pressing lightly on the center and back of his tongue, his knuckles brushing the junction of his soft and hard palate. He can feel him tremble under him, feel his throat spasm, trying to swallow without closing his teeth on Sammy’s fingers.

By the time he decides he’s done, Marko’s glassy-eyed and shivering, tears collecting on his lashes, and Sammy can’t think of anything but how pretty he looked drooling around his fingers—and how pretty he’d look drooling around his dick instead.

[tiredbluejay]

There’s a static amount of Heel/Face Energy in the Sammy/Marko friendship, so when Sammy starts acting more like a face, Marko has to pick up the slack in the heel department.

[emsleyanbluejay]

Concept: shapeshifter/chameleon Marko who’s just to the left of human if you look too close.

The Babysaurus thing is just a gimmick, right? Sure, he sounds surprisingly reptilian when he hisses playfully at Sammy, and he’s always leeching body heat off anyone he can get his hands on, and yeah, Trent swears he can see the barest hint of an eye shine when Jungle Boy turns off the lights in the locker room, but Marko is absolutely, definitely 100% human.

He’s not like Luchasaurus, with his 65 million and 2 years to prove he is indeed an actual fucking dinosaur. And he’s not like Jungle Boy, with his uncanny balance on the ropes like he was born to be playing around in the trees.

He’s just Marko. Sammy knows that for a fact.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice things sometimes. Marko’s first two sets of molars are a bit too sharp, and they show more than they should when he smiles. His pupils aren’t really circular—tapering just slightly at each end into a perfect oval. His skin is cool and oddly durable, like a well-tanned hide.

Call it morbid curiosity, call it a slip of the tongue, but Sammy asks, once, if Marko is human, and his friend answers with a cheeky, too-wide grin, “Nah, man, I’m a dinosaur.”

He’s not so sure if that’s true anymore, but he’s also not so sure he cares. Marko is Marko, even if he’s not human.

[emsleyanbluejay]

im goin with what feels classic, which is sammy/marko

1. What made you ship it?

Their Dark match really sold me because I saw how much it meant to them and how far they went out of their way to showcase each other’s skills. Besides that, it was really the vlogs, because. Come on. When the camera catches them looking at each other when they don’t think the other can see them? 10/10, perfection.

Also this happened long after I started shipping them, but they literally fucking kissed on the vlog. I don’t care that it was just implied and the camera cut away before we saw anything, they kissed and I will die on that hill.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

God, where do I start?

I’m always a sucker for ships with a lot of meaningless, comfortable touch and affection. They don’t have to make up excuses to hug or hold hands, don’t have to tiptoe awkwardly around just wanting to touch each other out of fear or pride or whatever it is that keeps men from being affectionate with their loved ones in public. They’re Sammy and Marko, they’re going to hug and lean on each other whenever they feel like it.

Convention says that heel/face friendships don’t work out, but these two said “fuck that” and chucked it out the window. I’ve said before that there’s a static amount of heel/face energy in their relationship, and I stand by that. Being around Marko makes Sammy act more like a face, and vice versa. What a pair of slightly bastardous goofballs.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I’m gonna go for “rare-ish headcanons” here because I agree with 90% of other shippers for the most part.

They don’t actually share a hotel room that often. Sure, they’re always in each other’s rooms, and Marko usually sleeps in his own bed twice a week at most, but if Marko is going to end up rooming with someone, it’s way more likely to be JE than Sammy.

On a different note, Sammy is a sucker, and Marko is very, very good at looking like a kicked puppy. (He learned from Jungle Boy, who is so good at it that it’s legitimately heartbreaking.)

[tiredbluejay]

FUCK YES LEAVE THEIR ASSES SAMMY

[tiredbluejay]

So I just spent some time scrolling MJF’s twitter and I gotta ask: is he fuckin possessed? did Sammy hack his account?

[emsleyanbluejay]

Sammy: I thought you meant you’re dinosaur in the same way Abadon is a zombie!

Marko: No, I’m a dinosaur like Brandon is a dragon.

Sammy: Isn’t Brandon a shifter tho?

Marko: He’s a chameleon!

Sammy: But JD’s a chameleon!

Marko: Sam. Oh my god, Sam, you’re worse than the Bucks.

[emsleyanbluejay]

Sammy leans back, bracing one hand behind himself so he doesn’t fall over, and pushes Marko away from his face. “Bro, can you- Just, fuckin-” He has to go down onto his elbow for stability as Marko strains against his hand, then loses the fight entirely. Marko narrowly avoids face-planting into the headboard, catching himself with his forearm so that he’s propped up against it. Sammy stares up at him, panting. “What the fuck, man?”

“You’re bleeding.” Marko stares at the smears of red across his chin with blown pupils. His knees rest to either side of Sammy’s rib cage, almost straddling him. Slowly, deliberately, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and shifts his weight back so that he’s sitting on his own heels. “You’re bleeding,” he repeats, soft but insistent, like it should be all the explanation Sammy needs.

“Yeah, no shit. Max got me pretty good, huh?” The words are out of his mouth before he has the chance to think about them. He wants to sit up, to get back on eye level, but Marko’s perched just above his stomach, and he doesn’t want to knock him over in the attempt.

God, he looks good. He’s backlit by shitty hotel lights, hair frizzy and damp from a too-hot shower, and he looks good.