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Yet each man kills the thing he loves; by each let this be heard: some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word; the coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. - Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Adam Cole, mask on versus mask off from AEW's World's End 2023, 12/30/2023

some 2006 proto-simi

tn im sad about the bloodline again but specifically solo missing his big brother.

roman finds him hiding in his hotel room curled up hugging something. when he draws nearer he sees its an old usos shirt. he stops. frowns. theres creases in his forehead as he thinks, because he never thought about how the usos split would affect solo.

he pries it from solo's tight grip, rakes his fingers through solo's hair as he sits on the bed beside him. "no point in thinking about the past, solo."

solo finally looks up at him and they meet eyes. solo's look exhausted. red and tired. he doesn't talk.

"forget about jey."

Solo picked at his nails, just looking straight ahead while Sami’s eyes were on him. He was silent.

“I just need you to know that I’m sorry. We can just forget it ever happened, okay? I- I clearly misunderstood what was going on between us, but that’s okay, we can just go back to how it was before, I promise.”

Solo, still silent, drew his legs up and hugged them to his chest. Only then did Sami notice his eyes were watering.

“I- I’m really sorry, Solo, please don’t cry.” His fingers twitched, aching to just wrap around Solo in a hug, but he didn’t want to touch him when he’d already clearly overstepped boundaries

-snippet of WIP ch.10 of my fic Can't Go Solo

its MY ship and i get to do WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT WITH IT

nsfw//

“You’ve got such a pretty throat makin’ all those sounds… I gotta use it after this.” [XXX] hummed against the skin of his neck.

“Fuck!” Jey gasped as strong hands gripped his thighs and pushed in all the way again, the rough fingers pulling him down so hard Jey wondered if his thighs would bruise.

-more of the upcoming oneshot with mr. mystery man

thought id let yall know im dying my tips red tomorrow to channel my jey uso <3

wearing a miniskirt and crop top as a man is so

LIKE I FEEL SO CUUUTE