#samtory

Call me crazy because while these two are VASTLY different shows (and I’ll admit I haven’t seen euphoria, I just know the spoiler’s), I still can’t help but feel Maddy and Cassie are a darker and more twisted version of samtory. (This is coming from someone who loves both Sam and Tory, don’t attack me pls I just love this story idea I’m gonna share.) and sure, maybe the traits aren’t the same, as Sam didn’t exactly “need” a man to define her worth like Cassie did, but some similarities can definitely be pointed out, such asss:

1.) Sam, like Cassie, was shown to not be the best of friends. We saw this as she would often ditch Aisha for Moon and Yas in s1- if the show wanted to go even darker then her “stealing” Miguel back, they could’ve had her backstab Tory as a friend had they become a trio at the country club or whatever it was haha.

2.) Maddy, like Tory, knew how to go about the world like she owned it. Tory was broken inside, as was Maddy, but they wouldn’t let anyone see it until they finally snapped or found out about another curveball life threw at them (aka Cassie fucking Nate and Sam kissing Miguel)

3.) Regardless of feelings, having bigger fish to fry brings these two closer together then they’d like to admit; like a death (Nate ofc for euphoria, and Kwon for ck which damn I need a fic of samtory talking about that), or fighting a common enemy (silver for ck, I guess Alamo for euphoria). They are in a tangled web that seems to never run out of strings to rip apart.

Oh yeah and the AESTHETICS YALL THEY MATCH SAM/CASSIE ALL PINK AND TORY/MADDY ALL DARK WITH BLACK/GREY

I LOVE TOXIC LESBIANS

samguel/samrobby but in the "I haven't realized I like girls yet and you treat me nice so I think this is what I'm supposed to do" way

keenry but in the "we're in a pretend relationship because the people we actually want are dating each other and oh hey you kinda remind me of them sometimes" way

"Here we are," Daniel says. "Two double cheeseburgers, one extra large chocolate milkshake, the largest portion of fries and a steaming hot piece of the finest apple pie."

It only coaxes a very thin smile out of his Samantha. "No coffee?"

"Dai!" He puts the tray in front of them. "I'd sooner get you a cup of dishwater." He reaches over to her. "Happy nameday, mi'angelina."

She pulls her hand back. "Mama, my birthday was a month ago. You don't need to do this. I'm a grown woman."

"I needed a date," Daniel protests. "I don't want to take Daddy to Some Like It Hot."

This smile reaches her eyes. "Yeah, that might've upset him."

Daniel takes one of the straws and puts it in the milkshake. "I don't think your Nonno would have let me see it, either, back in the day."

She looks up. "Because of the hit?"

"Nuhuh." He takes a sip. "Because he'd think it would make me stray. How are Dutch and the new girl doing?"

That works - she can't keep up her defenses while checking parameters and eyeing her drink. "What?"

"All that gender bending." He takes another sip. "They didn't want me to think too far outside the lines at school, either." He unwraps his burger. Samantha is shifting in her seat, playing with a fry. "What do you think?"

"Uh..."

"Wasn't it funny?"

She looks straight at him now.

"I don't think this is funny."

Come on, darling girl. "What do you think then?"

"This is dangerous." She seems relieved at that conclusion. "You let people think all this, and then they go out and get whacked for it."

"Whacked?"

"Yeah!" She finally takes a bite off her burger. "It goes against everything, goes against God, and life, and -"

"Jesus had more genders."

"Well I'm not Jesus!" A few people look up. She ducks together. "Say something like this to Tory, she'll deck you one... Come on, Ma, don't be naif."

He reaches over. "Why would you want to say something like that to Tory?"

"I wouldn't! Nobody should." She bristles. "Just - stop talking about it." Then her face falls. "Sorry, Mama, I didn't mean to snap at you..."

He takes her hands. "You can say anything to me."

"No, Mama," she says quietly. "Some things you can't talk about."

He takes a deep breath. "I didn't think about that when I was your age," he says. "I didn't think about the fact that my parents all but locked me away from the world... It felt like protection."

"It was, Mama!" Samantha says.

"OK," he says. "Because if they wanted to stop me from loving wrong, that didn't work."

She's very still. "You loved..."

"Yes," he says. "And they tell you, don't they, that if these loves happen, they're not real." The chatter around them, the smell of fries and burnt meat is starting to feel somewhat otherworldly. "I've loved long enough to know now that it isn't any less real."

She shudders, then straightens again. "It's different though," she says. "When you're omega..."

"Sure it's different," and he's snapping now. "Until they push an Alpha on you six months later, and then it's supposed to be holy, and true, and the realest thing you'll ever feel, even if they know nothing about you." He swallows. "Angelina, I fit where they put me, and it was a mercy. But before... That was about who I was, and she was, not about what we were, or were supposed to be. It was one of the truest experiences of my life."

"And Daddy took it...?"

He's quiet. "No. He didn't. Your Nonno did that."

She bites her lip. "Was he angry?"

He smiles. "No. Not at first. We simply didn't talk about this. And that didn't help anything." He reaches over again. "Samantha, my sweet pup, you are more dutiful than I ever was," he says. "And I don't know what this is supposed to lead to. But where love is, so is God, and -"

"Dai, Mama!" Samantha leaps up, eyes flashing. "I don't love her -"

"I didn't say..."

She whistles to a nearby table. "Dutch. Piper!" And the crew comes over, cutting any conversation short. "Bring my mother home."

"Samantha -"

"I'm gonna walk. See you tonight, mother."

'Mother'.

She's in terrible pain. And she's his baby. It's supposed to happen. She's supposed to take on the world.

But isn't that what he's trying to say to her...?

Thank God for the crew, Dutch knows enough to have somebody trail his girl before she does anything stupid. Easier for Daniel to worry about that, too.