#this just came up in my more like this posts...........wig

[barbylion]

so young and so hopeful LOL

[mydollsaregay]

my opinion that Nicki should have had the braids as her meet style stands lol. in every product picture where she has her hair styled instead of down, she looks so much better

Like???? the style on the right is much cuter. Would have been even cuter if the blonde pieces were cut to be “face-framing” bangs imo.

unrelated, but the helmet and knee pads she’s wearing there don’t even come with the outfit. they’re exclusive to the giant play set. which is ridiculous lmao

[tvgals]

‘ CHILL OUT ‘

— e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader

synopsis — you see miles walking around campus with a girl you’ve never seen before and it sparks a new issue .

cw ; cheating, fluff to angst, hurt/no comfort, black! reader, reader literally doesn’t deserve this shes so sweet, watched good girls during this so i think that’s where this came from, made up characters

— ENJOY !!

you watch as your boyfriend walked into the cafeteria with a girl you’d never seen before. a mid-length honey blonde wig on her head and her nails done with french tips. you synch your eyebrows together in confusion and you turn to your friends. “who’s that with miles?” you ask, subtly pointing to her. “oh, girl! that’s the new girl, her name is jess or something, i dunno.” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “aight.” you say, shrugging your own shoulders and scrolling through instagram. miles and jess get closer to your table and that’s when you can hear their conversation.

“i love your braids! who did them?” jess asks, running the tip of her fingers over them. “awe, my girl did ‘em for me. there she go right there.” miles says, taking a seat next to you. “y/n.” miles calls your name. you look up at him and smile. “hey miles. who’s this?” you ask, looking at her features. “jess. she’s new so i just showed her around a lil.” miles explains, pulling you into his frame. “ohhh…” you say, widening your eyes and nodding your head. “well, y’know, i really need help with the spanish homework, could you help me?” you ask coyly, batting you eyelashes up at him. “‘course, chica guap.” miles replies, bending down to kiss you.

“get a room!” you hear from one of your friends, taking a video to post on her story later. you giggle and miles opens up his phone. jess looks over and seems to perk up. “you got snap?” she asks, pulling her own phone out. “oh, yeah,” miles replies, “i don’t use it like that though. i don’t talk to people like that.” the bell rings and you and miles say your goodbyes and walk to spanish. “so,” you started. “so?” miles repeats, curiosity in his voice. “where’d you meet her at?” you ask, interlocking you and miles’ pinkie fingers while you two walk down the hallway. “she came up to me while i was walking into the school, asked me to give her a tour.” miles dismissed your question, now taking the lead in you twos walk to class. “oh.” you say, searching through the sides of your backpack with one hand trying to find your lipgloss. “what’re you looking for?” miles asks, opening the door so you can walk into your spanish class. “my lipgloss..i can’t find it..” you mumble, sitting yourself down and sitting your backpack on your desk.

“chill, mami. i can buy you some more.” miles soothes you, taking the desk next to you. you sigh and pull out your notebook and pencil. you watch the front of the room, bored while the teacher talks. within the first thirty minutes of class, miles had thrown six folded up notes to you and texted you over five times. you pull your phone out as discreetly as you could and scroll through the texts.

‘she found my snap bro’

‘swear ts annoying’

‘i ain’t even talk to her like that’

‘bro she’s texting my phone foe’

‘i’m finna block her ass’

‘respond 😒’

you look over at miles and roll your eyes playfully, texting back.

‘js block her?’

miles turns to you and gives you a straight face, looking down at his phone and ignoring the ping of the snapchat notifications. this is bothering you and you don’t know why. you and miles have been dating for over eight months now and you’ve never felt like this before. is it jealousy? maybe. you doubt it though. you leave it in the back of your head just for the bell to ring again, signaling the last class of the day. you pack your stuff up and wait on miles in the doorway. “she keep on texting my phone.” mines groans, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“maybe she got a lil crush.” you snicker, feeling miles playfully bump your shoulders together. “nah. don’t need no crushes, already got my girl.” miles grins, pulling you in for a hug then having to pull away almost immediately. “see you at my dorm?” you ask, walking slower than before. “yep.” and with that, you two parted your ways until 2:30. you and some of your friends meet in the hall and make your way to your classes. you were taking your time walking to class, until your friend brought up a topic. a sensitive one.

“y’know, it’s be funny if miles were cheating on you with that jess girl.” she laughed while everyone else went quiet. “what?” you ask, looking around confused. “it was a joke, damn. if you were in a loyal relationship you wouldn’t get so mad.” she clapped back almost immediately, as if she was waiting to say it for a while now. “what are you talking about? i am in a loyal relationship.” you argue, pulling your phone out to text miles. “little do you know.” she replies in a sarcastic tone. your purse your lips together and turn around, making your way to the bathrooms.

“you didn’t have to do allat.” another one of your friends said, sympathy laced in her voice like she was just confronted with her own boyfriend cheating. you made it to the bathroom and opened a stall, sitting on the toilet seat. you open your phone and text miles.

‘so that’s wtf we doing now?’

you sit and wait for a response, getting one almost immediately.

‘wym??’

‘i mean you cheating on me’

‘who told you ts?’

you sigh and start to feel tears well into your eyes. you loved him so so so much, you met his parents, you ate dinner at his house, you’ve spent the night, you’ve watched him cry, bleed — everything under the sun and this is how he repaid you.

‘you don’t need to know all that. we’re done bro. don’t come by my house, don’t call my phone, don’t call my momma phone, give me back my house keys, and delete my number.’

miles fucked up, and he knew it.

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[shirakow]

At first it was a gofundme to get him to start an onlyfans. Which started as taking pictures of him in revealing outfits, to him being shirtless, to being in his underwear—you could guess what else happened.

And then came the moment you recommended something else entirely that had his eyes widen. “A… Camboy?”

“Mmh… Ngh…” Kenma moaned into the gag as tears soaked the blindfold he wore. Your big hands gripping his hips tightly as you gently fucked your cock into his boy hole.

Your eyes glanced at the stream he set up, watching as the comments flooded with donations about what you should do or say to your pretty boyfriend. “They're all calling you cute, baby.” You cooed and unclasped the gag around his mouth to let him speak.

“And what do grateful boys say?” You said as you delivered a harsh thrust to his quivering hole. Kenma whined and drooled, gripping the bed sheets tightly as his tongue lolled out. “Aaahh—thank you, t-thank… You… Agh…!~” He moaned, trying to bury his face into the bed.

You shushed him and gently grasped his chin to force him to look up at the camera. Usually, you'd be pulling his hair, but since he was wearing a wig you had to improvise.

We couldn't have the famous Kodzuken getting revealed as a part time adult film maker.

“Ah ah ah… Come on, be a good boy and show them how much you're enjoying this…” You whispered, making sure to keep your face out of frame as you fucked him stupid.

“N-Nooo…! This is��� Embarrassing…” Kenma cried. Despite his words, he moved his hips back to meet your thrusts. Your actions were making him go insane. He wanted you deeper, he wanted to keep you in his belly for hours and hours on end.

“The viewers don't think that… They think you're so good, so hot for taking my cock like this, yeah?” You said as you gave his reddening cheeks a light spank.

He mewled at the praise and shook his head, “O-Ohhh…!” Kenma sobbed as his back arched and thighs shook under him at the stinging pain on his ass. You snickered and gently let his head lay back down on the bed.

You placed your hands on either side of his head and momentarily stopped moving your hips to spread his thighs further with the use of your knees. You grinded your pelvis against his, taking a moment to enjoy how his hole squeezed around you.

“M-Movvee…” Kenma hiccuped as he reached back to spread his ass. You bit your bottom lip at the sight, who could ever deny him of anything? You pulled your hips back and thrusted in harshly.

The tip of your cock hit his prostate which caused Kenma to sob and convulse as his orgasm was ripped out of him. He babbled incoherent nonsense when you kept moving, fucking him through his climax.

Kenma released his cheeks and moved to grip the bed sheets as he cried. His tiny dick leaking with pre while his toes curled at the overstimulation. Kenma choked on his moans as you steadily approached your own orgasm.

“Oh, baby… They love hearing you moan… They love hearing you be so good for them…” You tilted your head back and pulled out from his warmth, only to grind your aching red cock against his cheeks and proceeded to cum all over his sweaty back.

You groaned loudly and bit your bottom lip at the sight of your boyfriend completely wrecked below you. You glanced back at the live stream and chuckled when the donations skyrocketed.

You leant down and gently grasped his chin to face the camera once more. “Now, what do you say to the viewers?” You whispered into his ear, the bottom half of your face visible in the camera.

Kenma sniffled and shakily threw up a peace sign, “F-Follow me… For more… Nyah…~”

© SHIRAKOW ㅤ; ㅤnot proofread, also I'm working on the requests ! I just had to post something now, I'm sorry my lovelies <3

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[lexo-is-pesto]

I'm so excited to finally post this.

My full Murder Drones reference! so hopefully I can keep up consistency

Obviously, this is full of my own head canons so close ups and explanations under the cut (it's a LOT) >;]

To be totally honest my focus was on the main characters, and I think that shows in the designs of the Manor Drones and Cabin Fever Squad. BUT I'll still do my best to explain my process here.

For the Disassemblers I decided to do very different builds for each but the same color pallet.

My idea here was that since each have a different designation letter, that was akin to their model type. That's also why "the company" was able to clone J so easily, they just had her model on file. (also like to imagine there are 26 different forms of the Disassemblers Imao).

I had all the colors remain the same to show their unity and of course the Absolute Solver-ification of the basic Worker Drone color scheme. Essentially, I just took the monochromatic WD colors and put the highlighter yellow over it that Cyn loves so much.

For J I did a more lean and strong build. I wanted her to exude that leader energy. I also made her Core a star shape for similar reasons and then I also noticed that N and V had caution stripes at the top of their legs but as far as I could see J didn't, so I decided to add those to the very top of her legs to finish the garter belt look she's got going on. For her hair, I actually really like the pigtails I just flattened them out a bit because the big cutesy poof they had didn't fit her style in my opinion. I brought it back for her worker form though.

With V I gave her a round yet sharp look. (My favorite added detail is the sharp shoulders) I did make her the shortest of the DD because everyone loves the small but vicious archetype. For her core I made it a sword or spear shape, because she's extra violent. And finally, I made her legs a little more pointed than J's to finish off the sharp look.

Last but CERTAINLY not least, N's design is meant to be soft and plushy but still has a little edge to it. His hair is fluffy but the tufts curl to be sharp, His core is meant to look like a heart but it's upside down so the point is still facing the top (which makes it look more like a club but whatever) I gave him a rounder torso than the other two and his elbow and kneecaps are softer too. His general construction is still menacing, though, so don't get too comfortable with all the fluff. I also spent a LONG time contemplating if I should make his thighs black to look like little biker shorts to contrast with J and V's sock looks but went against it because I love how the hazard stripes stand out against the white.

For N and V's worker forms I basically took out all the sharp edges and rounded them out. J's still a little sharp though not as much.

With the Workers I did the opposite of the DD. They have the EXACT same body types (minus Uzi because she's little) and instead I changed their color schemes to all be unique to their eye lights

Since Worker Drones were made to... well... WORK I think their initial manufacturing would be pretty uniform. A copy and paste if you will. It was only when they were left to their own devices that the WD started to customize themselves. Thus came the wigs and clothes.

I like to think the color started with those infected with the Solver, so Yeva and Nori gained color and then passed that on to their kids. Thats also why Alice has color, but Khan, The Manor Squad, and some other drones in the colony don't. Does not explain Lizzy and Thad though (maybe they have a distant relative that had the solver idk)

It was a lot harder to infer about what a base WD body would look like Maybe I was just looking in the wrong places, but I had to infer with things like the worker helmets, we see every WD except Uzi wear one but they seem more coordinated with their outfits so I decided to just continue my color head-canon that its naturally monochrome and you can customize it if you want to!

I added a light to the feet of the worker drones to match the hand lights. I don't think there's a canon reason for the lights but, on the workers at least. I think they're there to help them do grunt work in the dark! to light their ways in caves or tight spaces so they could do their job better. Now they're just another robot cosmetic

For the Parents, I gave them wrinkles because I thought it was unfair that Khan was the only one who got them. So, Nori gets crow's feet hurray! No but I probably had the most difficult time with these drones. It was hard to separate the canon from fanon since we know so little about them, but I fought off all the demons to keep their designs relatively grounded. Minus Khan's scar. And Alice's more natural horns. and-

I also gave some drones eyelashes. just cause. if I thought it fit, I added it and if it didn't, I didn't add it.

Now you may be wondering "Lexo what's up with all the cracks!?" the idea here is that it's the solver taking over. We see in Cabin Fever and Home that the solver virus fundamentally changes the body of a drone. The crack in the casing is basically this process. Depending on the stage of which your drone is at it changes the intensity. We see Cyn being the main host and essentially patient 0, so she has the most cracks. It starts at the core then spreads until it reshapes you entirely and you become a Disassembly Drone. Unless you stop it in time. Thats why J, V, and N have the pale lines on the bottom of their torso, they're more pretty and cleaner since they achieved the solvers "final form" so to speak. Nori and Yeva on the other hand, have repaired cracks but they're still messy since they were stopped mid-way. Alice, however, did not stop the spread with the solver cure since she was "abandoned" so instead she just cut out her core entirely. Yup. Shes functioning on pure insanity and spite at this point. And then of course with the new hosts, there is light spreading. TL: DR the cracks are a zombie bite.

But that's it for my Murder Drones head canons and designs! If you read all the way to the end, you're a champ and I love you. Have a cookie superstar <3🍪

[even-disco-baby]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Hello again, gendarme.” He smiles at you— not from his usual post, but from one of the cafeteria tables. A small sketchbook is laid out in front of him, along with some odd gray sticks.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — Compressed graphite. Not quite as bold or blendable as charcoal, but certainly less messy.

EMPATHY — Garte will appreciate it.

“I’d like to talk about the case again.”

“You moved! I didn’t know you could do that.”

“What are you drawing?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “That’s the question, isn’t it?” His smile turns a little rueful. “I found one of my old sketchbooks and thought I’d like to fill the last few empty pages, but I’m finding myself a little… uninspired.”

CONCEPTUALIZATION — The accursed artist’s block. Staring down an empty page only for it to stare back, mocking you.

EMPATHY — He is unsure of himself. He said this was an old sketchbook. Maybe he’s afraid of drawing something new beside his old work and seeing that nothing has changed.

“Ah, yes. Artist’s block. I know it well. In fact, I don’t know when the last time that I actually *made* any art was.”

“You could draw the cafeteria.”

“You could draw one of the other diners.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “A life drawing exercise, huh? And who would you pick as a subject, gendarme?”

“I don’t know. You’re the artist.”

“Maybe Garte? The skua could be a fun challenge.”

“You should draw the guy with the wig and sunglasses over there. He looks pretty funny.”

“Lena! She’d probably love to model for you. It would take her mind off things.”

“Kim, how about you pose for him?”

[Suggestion - Medium 10] “Why not me?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “No.”

He has nothing more to say on the matter.

“Aw, why not? You’d make a great model!”

Let it go.

KIM KITSURAGI — “I do not get paid to model for portraits. I get paid to solve murders. Such as the one we came here to investigate. Several days ago. Which has not been solved yet, for some mysterious reason.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — In case you couldn’t tell, that was sarcasm.

“Come on, Kim. You’re the perfect subject! A true man of the people. And there’s this sort of radiance about you… I can see the portrait already, just looking at you. Really clearly, actually.”

Maybe don’t say that. He’s just not gonna get it.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He shrugs. “Sorry, gendarme. It’s not right to use someone’s image without permission, you know? Maybe some other time.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “No.” And then, a little awkwardly, “But thank you.”

“I don’t know. You’re the artist.”

“How about Garte? Though, you’d have to draw the skua, too…”

“You should draw the guy with the wig and sunglasses over there. He looks pretty funny.”

“Lena! She’d probably love to model for you. It would take her mind off things.”

“Kim, how about you pose for him?”

[Suggestion - Medium 10] “Why not me?”

CHECK SUCCESS

YOU — “Why not me?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He considers you with some amusement, but still, he does consider. “You’re not too busy?”

“On second thought, you’re right, I have some work to do right now. Another time, maybe?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant sighs audibly.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — What did I *just* say?

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He chuckles to himself, apparently quite tickled by the little comedy act you two are making of yourselves. “Beautiful. Why not? Have a seat. I’ll try not to keep you too long.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “Much appreciated,” he says drily.

YOU — [Take a seat.]

SAVOIR FAIRE — Time to strike a pose. Let’s go with something cool. Something that really captures what you’re all about.

ENDURANCE — But make sure it’s something that you’ll be able to hold comfortably.

Wink and shoot him your signature finger guns.

Look at him with big sad eyes like a shamed puppy.

Look thoughtfully into the middle distance, as if contemplating your own future masterpiece.

Stare straight at him with eyes that have seen how this world will end.

Hold your head up high. With *honor.*

Just sit and act natural. No need to put on airs.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He looks you up and down, thumbing his bottom lip. His eyes look brighter and more alert than you have ever seen them. And then, he picks up his graphite and begins to work.

His eyes dart between you and the page, his hand sweeping across the page in bold, practiced strokes. All traces of his earlier hesitation have vanished.

VOLITION — Sometimes, a little push is all we need.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — Every now and then, he pauses to look up at you, and it’s almost unnerving to be the subject of whatever calculations are going on behind his eyes. He holds out his graphite, squinting just slightly.

VISUAL CALCULUS — This is called sighting. He’s roughly measuring the relative proportions of your figure and checking them against his sketch.

KIM KITSURAGI — Even the lieutenant is watching now, interested in spite of himself.

“Are portraits your specialty?”

“Have you been drawing anything for school lately?”

Better not distract him.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Hmm…” He ponders this for a moment, not looking up from his work. “Not exactly. I’m more interested in the graphic arts than this sort of thing. But it’s best to build a strong foundation before branching out, you know?”

YOU — “Graphic arts? Like what?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Printmaking.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he speaks, seemingly without him even noticing. “Monotype, especially.”

ENCYCLOPEDIA — Monotype is a printmaking technique that is singular from other techniques, in that it produces only *one* unique print, rather than an edition of multiple prints.

YOU — What, really? What’s the point of printing it, then?

ENCYCLOPEDIA — I don’t know. I didn’t invent it.

“Why monotype? Wouldn’t a different technique be more… practical?”

“I see.” [Drop the subject.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He shrugs slightly, smudging a bit of graphite with a bare finger. “Depends on how you define practical, I suppose. If I had my own studio, and I was selling my prints, then maybe. But we make do with what we have, gendarme.”

EMPATHY — And what he has is very little.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Besides, I think monotype has its charms.”

The young man does not elaborate, instead focusing on the work at hand. He picks up an eraser that has been shaved down to a point for fine detail work, and begins on what are likely the finishing touches.

EMPATHY — He has already talked at uncharacteristic length about this. It’s making him a little uncomfortable.

SAVOIR FAIRE — He doesn’t like to share too much about himself because it makes him feel *uncool.* He prefers to maintain an air of mystery.

RHETORIC — It’s safer, too, that way. He’s learned that passion exists to be exploited. False promises and admiration are the offerings of Sunday friends.

“If you say so.” [Back off.]

“What kind of charms?” [Press on.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — His eyes flit back to you, sizing you up now in a different way. And then he looks back down at the page with a quiet bre ath.

“Well, it doesn’t take as much time or labor as other methods. Or expensive tools, or dangerous chemicals. Just paper, a plate, ink, and something to apply it with. And I can use the same plate over and over again, even use it to create different layers for the same print.”

RHETORIC — In other words, it’s cheap and can be done from home. An attractive option.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “And with monotype, it’s not so hard to go back and change your mind. You can start over as many times as you’d like, right up until the moment you lay the page on the plate.”

INLAND EMPIRE — That really does sound attractive. To be able to wipe the slate clean, over and over again…

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “There aren’t as many limits on what kind of textures you can create, too. Brushstrokes and fingerprints… They can really come out beautiful.”

His brow creases a little, and he picks his graphite back up to rework a particular area.

DRAMA — He’s still holding out on you, sire. Too self-conscious to admit what he really likes about the medium.

YOU — Which is what?

EMPATHY — Fragility.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — An image which is only complete after being mirrored and translated, never to be recreated except as a ghostly afterimage. An exercise in surrendering to chance. What will be, will be. And then the moment will pass, and it will be time to start the next piece.

VOLITION — This man knows disappointment intimately. It is his closest companion. He has learned to make peace with it. He passes the time with his Sunday friends, lays his paper on the plate and hopes, despite himself, for the best.

YOU — Is that… a good thing?

VOLITION — …It’s hard to say. But we make do with what we have.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “There.” The young man sits up straight, and it’s only now that you realize just how close he brought himself to his work.

DRAMA — His face may not betray him, but the body does not lie. He was having *fun,* my liege.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “All done.” He tears the page from his book and holds it out to you with a small smile.

ITEM GAINED: Portrait of a Disco Holdover

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Hope I didn’t keep you too long.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “Don’t worry about it,” Kim says, rather resignedly.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — If you’d declined, the lieutenant thinks, my partner would have just found some other way to get sidetracked.

KIM KITSURAGI — Still, he cannot stop himself from glancing at the portrait over your shoulder.

PORTRAIT OF A DISCO HOLDOVER — It’s you! Unfortunately. Not even the most masterful hand could make the Expression less unsettling to look at. Your posture is poor, your face is swollen and blotchy, your hair is thinning, your clothes are shabby and out of place… I could go on.

Oh god, you could?

Please don’t.

PORTRAIT OF A DISCO HOLDOVER — But, you know… it’s nice. The smoker’s technique is bold and rather lovely, broad strokes of graphite intersecting in just the right places to create surprising depths. Somehow, even though it’s you… it’s not hideous.

EMPATHY — Because you’re seeing yourself through another person’s eyes.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — There is an odd tenderness to the portrait. Something amusing in your grimace, a touch of sympathy in your hunched shoulders. With the eraser, he has lifted small spots of pigment from your face, as if it were illuminated by flecks of light from the karaoke disco ball.

There are no disco lights tonight, but still, he sees them when he looks at you. Your moment has passed, but it left quite the impression. A ghost print, superimposed over you.

“Not bad, but the bicep girth is off. Right, Kim?”

“Oh god, is that really what I look like?”

“Hmm. It’s okay, but you should consider a backup career plan.”

“Whoa, you’re amazing! Can you draw me again, but this time in the costume from the cover of Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman? And like, with a really cool warhammer? And Queen Lydiaana standing in the background, all like, ‘boohoo, where will I ever find another man like Ha— I mean, the Man from Hjelmdall?’”

“Beautiful.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — His smile climbs up into the corners of his eyes, warming his entire countenance.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — If you were to capture a portrait of him in this moment, it would be beautiful, too.

[missingpolinseason]

Despite the claims that there's no deleted Polin scenes in season 3, What a Barb! Podcast just found some more scenes that didn't make the final cut.

The first one I want to talk about is Colin's dream. Aparently, in the original script, Dream!Colin wants to continue 'the lessons' and says he "still has so much to teach her", to wich Dream!Pen replys "teach me". The insert ends with Colin saying: "Don't worry, it's only us. It was always us". Now, how on earth did they though that it was okay to delete a scene in wich Colin admits to himself it was always them?

That scene being deleted makes me wonder how was the original Willow Tree scene - as that scene is about ending the lessons, and we know it was a reshot because of the wig. Was it a scene to mirror the dream sequence? Because the dream reveals he wanted to continue their lessons and "teach" and "experience so many things with her" but he "gives up" because he thinks she doesn't want it. Like, it would make so much sense with his insecurity to destroy the friendiship. Omg. Not to mention it embodies one of my favorite things about the book wich is Colin being in love with Pen even before realising it.

Then we have the second scene, wich is actually a line cut out of their first kiss. In this version, Colin claims that (the kiss) would ruin her, but she says she's 'already ruined'. And as much as I have no complain about their first kiss - it is my absolute favorite scene -, in this moment Penelope thinks she has nothing else to loose. That she will never married and will spend all her life trapped in her mother's house. That's wath brings her to ask for the only thing she ever wanted: a kiss from Colin. She's a romantic after all. But Colin doesn't see her as a 'ruinned woman' and he doesn't want to cross the line even though no one would known.

In fact, in the book, her kiss request is kind off prompted by Colin saying that "Suppose I told everyone that I have seduced you. You would be ruined forever. It wouldn't matter that we had never even kiss. That, my dear Penelope, is the power of the word". And that quote/line of thinking matches so well the persona who sees Whistledown as an enemy that the show build for Colin...

Last, but not least, a scene in episode 7. The night before their marriage. A prostitute aproches Colin but he declines her services. This not only shows the truth that he'd never cheat on Pen but also that he knows they will be well and leave happily ever after.

They chosen to cute this scenes. Rumour is they chosen to pick a version of the modiste scene in wich Colin sends Pen home alone in the middle of the night when there's alleged a version of this scene when he goes home with her - not to mention the scene of them in bed talking about Colin's write. How many more Polin scenes we may have lost?

UPDATE || it came to my attention that the way I wrote this post may have been confusing so let me clarify: there were 4 alleged deleted scenes known and mentioned in the petition (2 being a "short-cut" of scenes we've seen, and 1 a different version of the modiste scene). The news found in the scripts are a deleted scene; a huge part of Colin's dream and a line in their first kiss. What I want you to take from this post is that there were changes and cuts. They deleted moments that would have been important and sugnificant to Polin's story. And keep in mind that is only the cuts we got to know.

*The deleted scenes/scripts were courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library (accordinding to What a Barb! posdcast).

** First scene is loosely quoted as I saw the information in portuguese and translated back to english.

*** The original screenshots of the scenes + insta posts belong to the What a Barb! podcast Creators. I included the images along with the source.

[cerebralisis]

Has Taylor been drawing connections to Barbie’s journey from Barbieland into the real world?

I rewatched Barbie a few days ago after streaming the Amsterdam N3 show and found some interesting parallels, particularly the scene where Barbie and Ken go through the transportation sequence.

Like Barbie and Ken, Taylor and Travis started their journey by setting off in the getaway car (a rather loud hint at how this whole thing is gonna end). Since then, Taylor has played Getaway Car twice - once in Melbourne mashed up with August and The Other Side of the Door, and again in Edinburgh mashed up with The Bolter - three more songs that reference cars.

Next, Barbie and Ken ride in the boat. I’m sure by now that most of us have seen the Taylor-Travis pap-walk on their way to a boat ride - with the chessboard sweater and the not-so-subtle AO3 shot in the background making everyone question if this is just a fanfic. Taylor also played the “murder mashup” which includes a song referencing a boating license and another song used in a movie where they boat through the marshes of North Carolina.

From the boat, Barbie and Ken move onto the rocket ship. This is substantially more challenging for them to recreate, but I did notice that there were a hefty amount of spaceship/rocket references throughout June. Most notably: a new merch drop featuring the Down Bad spaceship and lyrics; a TikTok from Ice Spice where she’s reading the WSJ issue featuring Karlie Kloss as a “Rocket Woman” that’s “suiting up at Spacex;” Kam yelling out “bolt ya rocket” during WANEGBT; and a timely insta post from Travis promoting the Accelerator Rocket Pop energy drink (while wearing a Ken wig?)

After that, Barbie and Ken ride bikes through a scene set with windmills in the background, which heavily implies the Netherlands. This is what caught my attention because - while Taylor was in the Netherlands for Amsterdam N3 - she sang imgonnagetyouback, which of course has the line about smashing up your bike. She then sits down at the piano and says “I mentioned bikes, and man do you love bikes in Amsterdam! You just see a bike rack with 3,000 bikes on it.” Then, Travis was papped riding a bike out in Amsterdam. All of this happened only a week after Travis told us on his podcast that he suggested riding out on stage on one of the Blank Space bikes (before Taylor came up with the idea to make him a circus handler instead).

Next in the sequence are a camper, snowmobile, and rollerblades, so we will have to keep an eye out and see if there are any related hints.

It wouldn’t be the first Barbie reference that Taylor has made. In addition to all her Ken lyrics, I’m convinced that Peter references the Barbie movie with the line: “I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’ve learned.” To me this feels a lot like Barbie choosing the Birkenstock over the high heel so she can go to the real world and learn the secrets of the universe. Especially when contrasted with “in stilettos for miles” when Taylor is lamenting her misery during I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, as if she’s stuck in Barbieland.

What do you think? Am I just cherry-picking or does the transportation sequence seem like an intentional countdown? Given the themes of the Barbie movie, the connections are hard to miss.

[shigayokagayama]

Could you do Teru for the ask game?

oh boy. ok.

Sexuality Headcanon:

gay. specifically. ok. maybe my most strange and specific take. but i feel like teru being into girls would kind of make his character arc... weaker? bizarre sentence i know but. hear me out. of the shots we get of him before mob enters the picture, 2/3 of them involve him flirting with girls. post mob we never ever see him with a girl again aside from one omake where there are a crowd of them trying to ask him out on valentines day who he is turning down. i feel like we are supposed to see these relationships as being a part of his fake, "perfect" persona he sheds rather than anything that came out of general interest. he's dating them because he's the handsome popular guy and that's what he's supposed to do, not because he's actually interested at all.

Gender Headcanon:

i like bigender teru a lot

A ship I have with said character:

terumob GIANT ASTERIX in the very specific context of being post confession arc. i see heart eye panel as the exact moment his false, idolized image of mob fades away and he sees him for what he truly is and still chooses to love him flaws and all. i really do think they are able to understand each other on a much deeper level than most people because they have both seen each other at their lowest and still chosen to continue wanting to be in each others lives. they both coped with their powers by creating these perfect masks to show the world (teru's as the prodigy and mob as the nice guy who will do anything for you and never ask anything in return) and were the first to be able to identify each other's facade because they recognized themselves in them and 💥. they mean a lot to me. also i do think the "they dont hang out much post canon" thing is a slight misconception, teru says they dont plan hangouts much and usually just run into each other and hang out from there. that with teru's "you should ask me to hang out more" gives such "im so used to other people making the first move that i havent developed the skills to let people know that i want them in my life" energy it makes me a little insane. anyway.

A BROTP I have with said character:

i need him ritsu and shou to run in circles hitting each other with rocks. i think any two of them on their own hang out normally and if you have the three of them + mob its normal but just the three of them and they start inventing games like "powerline volleyball"

A NOTP I have with said character:

pre confession arc terumob. like mob would never because tsubomi but if they did date it would last one month and they would never speak again itd be so bad (spoken from experience by a person with similar attachment issues who has dated people ive been hyperfixated on before)

A random headcanon:

HES SUCH A FILM BRO I KNOW HES A FILM BRO. this kid's letterboxxed is comprised solely of 1960s horror films made on a budget of 2 dollars and if you watch any of them with him he will provide trivia the entire film. also he has npd source fucking look at him

General Opinion over said character:

hes my favoriteeeeeeee the first time he showed up with the wig i went "alright this is gonna be my favorite character" and i spent the first half of season 2 mournfully going "i miss haystack boy :(" every episode he wasnt in. and then i read the manga and i got crazy insane over him. i really do feel like the anime dumbs him down a lot manga teru is a completely different person and hes so interesting i need to like. tear holes in my drywall. god. teru.

[millylotus]

I dyed my hair recently so y'all have to suffer through my ideas on if/how the batfam dies their hair

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Jason:

Ironically in canon he had red hair during his first introduction & dyed it to match Dick as Robin, but that got retconed. I don't really use this but of canon but now I will just for the hell of it.

Jason's hair is like his bio mom Shelia's, a red-ish blonde, kinda strawberry but definitely not. It's a very odd color & recognizable so he starts dyeing it black to avoid suspicion. Post Death & Resurrection he dies it the same shade of black as his mom Catherine's was, refusing to look like the same woman who killed her child.

He bleached his hair once & cursed god, has never done it again.

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Dick:

Has actually never died his hair, & probably never will, prefers just going wild with the cuts because "It'll just grow back", did once frost the tips but didn't like how it looked & just cut them off

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Babs:

When she was younger she dyed some strips purple for the hell of it, but slowed down when she became batgirl to try & keep her identities a bit more separate. Nowadays just dies her grey streaks out [they came in early like the rest of her family's] cause she likes having a full head of ginger.

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Bruce:

Bruce secretly actually being a brunette is a lil headcanon of mine. Like his hair was mainly black but the Kane Brown[& Red but he doesn't have the red undertones] started to shine through once he hit like 30 & now his hair is Black & Black-Brown. He didn't really care to dye it until he started getting greys & decided that just wouldn't do & now his hair is Black-Black.

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Kate:

Has never dyed her hair in a proper state of mind, but has bleached her hair blonde just to see if she looked like Beth [she does & it freaked her out, so she buzzed it all off]. Now just has her hair cut short & doesn't mind it going gray, does have the iconic red wig that she treats like her baby.

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Steph:

Was extremely cognizant of her hair as a kid & never dyed it. Mainly cause it was one of her biggest traits & even her dad would notice any changes in it & recognize her on the spot. Now though she like styling it in fun ways & darkened it a bit just to experiment.

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Cass:

Does actually dye her hair, & it's mainly just darker colors & off-blacks cause she likes how it looks in the light. But she has dyed underneath her hair for a two layer look & that's where she hides the neons & such.

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Tim:

He dyes his hair, like to a wild degree. All about side identities & gets fully into character, Alvin is a red head/brunette? he's dying his hair. Carolina has dyed blonde hair b/c she had it as a baby & her mom kept dying it blonde even though her hair went brown at 2? Then that's what Tim has to do. Everything is meticulous & his bathroom is a mess. He does under dye his hair a nice red & has the top dyed an auburny brown/red. Sometimes goes blonde for the underlayer.

He's also completely immune to the burn of bleach now.

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Duke:

Dyes his hair, but not the roots cause he cannot do the burn. He likes to have fun little shapes in his hair, like stars & such. The type of person to use his clippers to shave in shapes on his fade that match the vibe of the color or shapes. Gets away with all this defining stuff because like Cass & Tim he's wearing a full cowl & who's gonna police his swag during the day when he's the only one around.

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Damian:

Doesn't dye his hair, at all but does like to help his siblings with their hair, mainly Cass, Duke & sometimes Tim, also helps Dick & Steph with new hair cuts. Secretly like it because it's basically dress up, & he's still a kid, & kinda sorta wants a cosmetology degree when he's older.

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Gwen's Styles (Part 1)

I remembered I have a video editor that is lets me look to individual frame, at least better than my original method of pause on some media player.

I am going to do individual Images because adding image descriptions to four images cosplaying as one is a headache, so...yeah, multiple parts.

Okay I was planning to not say anything and just show the pretty pictures, but this part distracted me- can she have those hair buns?

Look my head is short, and even when I had it longer I never attempted to do buns, so I don't know. However looking at her hair length, she shouldn't be able to do this, right?

So this may be before she curt her hair, or she has extensions- maybe a wig? Any suggestions pals?

Ok sorry for the interruption, let's get back to your original programming.

Okay so this truly jumps all over the place timewise, because no way in hell I just saw her use such light outfit just for her to pop up the biggest jacket in this entire collection yet.

Aaand that's the limit of the images! We just hit the 30, and want to hear something funny?

This is just like, 2 seconds of footage, I didn't even get to 3 seconds.

G-d what I got myself into.

Anyway! I obviously need to check the rest, but looking at this and trying to describe them, made me realize of a few things in regards to Gwen's style.

Layers, uses layers even when the weather seems to be good enough not to, so even if is not all of them, she likes to be covered. Considering she doesn't use her suit underneath like Miles, I wonder if this is her style, or her trying to hide bruises/scars from battles.

Most of the clothes seem to be loose, this is probably just a style choice. I bring that up because I use loose clothing for sensory reasons, but I don't think she is the same in that regard.

This is probably the animators trying to make the images more distinct, but she hold her hair, a lot; I am surprised she got her hair so short in the previous movie considering how often she does something to hold it in other hairstyle. And I imagine this is about style, because with how often she has hair in front of her face, is not about holding the hair.

Colorwise, she has a varied wardrobe, but I was surprised with how much dark green she uses; the other color that came up a lot was blue; but the dark green surprises me since is not my first thought when thinking of her. Though funnily enough, the original Gwen Stacy is associated with dark green a lot, since it was on her raincloak the time she died...huh.

Ok I may start with the next one soon, but I may take a second to deliver said post because holy shit this was a lot.

Again even if I am not the best, I try to add image description, and bringing up every single frame and trying to name what's important about it is a lot.

Hope you guys like it!

[orbital-obvious]

The Batman (2022) thoughts [pt 2/?] FRIENDS AND FAMILY (w Spoilers)

Kinda squeezing opinion about Batman Allies (mainly Selina) and Bruce's family (which includes his parents and Alfred) into one post but we'll live.

Martha Wayne being a woman with mental health issues that had to have gone to several mental facilities felt like a revelation. I am kinda sad I didn't see more discussions about it in the tags. ESPECIALLY since a lot of her anguish stemmed from Trauma and being so close to the public eye. This is intensifies tenfold if if you relate it to theories like "Bruce is Autistic". Because, HELLO, Martha's family probably viewed her as "wrong" if she exhibited neurodivergent behavior and I keep thinking about possible parllels between her and her son and Thomas accepting her as she is and ahhhhhhh. MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.

Selina Kyle felt much more down to earth in this, which I was thankful for. She felt very... not REALISTIC, rather un-fantastical. She is not Catwoman YET, and is weirded out by costumed weirdo Batman and that made their interactions a lot more potent. The movie also did away with some Catwoman-isms I don't like, what my friend reffered to as "too sexy to be alive".

Actually, I felt as if the movie used wigs to have a visual representation of Selina going into a "role" - being sexy, looking innocent, etc etc, while her no-wig look came into play when she was more her real self - which is part of the movie theme of identity.

That is not to say that Selina wasn't MESMERIZING, btw. They gave her this sparkly/flakey eyeshadow that reflected the light so prettily and made her shine.

Selina red wig look was the best Selina wig look. Gosh, Kravitz made that plastic wig WORK. ALSO NARRATIVE IMPORTANCE. The movie heavily associates black-red with the Batman, so Selina wearing a red wig and black outfit is singling that she is working with the Batman.

no "Hello boys!" from Selina. Thank fuck. Also I kind of enjoyed a version of this character that is not overtly flirtatious. Her romantic moments felt kind of sweet, actually. (I'm going to think about Bruce going "Selina?" when the eyecam gets turned on forever)

So..... Selina and Anika (her "friend" that also worked in the club) were dating, right?

I greatly enjoyed this version of Alfred. It was a diversion from the usual interpretation but I think still managed to capture the character's essence. Alfred is Bruce's father (Bruce, keep your teenage-angst-at-30 for yourself, please) - and I enjoyed his prodding trying to get Bruce Wayne to function like a person in society (level: impossible)

There is more staff than just Alfred - Dory the housekeeper, who also seems like a person who was with the family before the Waynes murder. I don't know why, but I really liked this addition. Maybe becasue it allowed my next point, which is-

It's never was outright said, but I got the feeling like Alfred was the Waynes bodyguard, not butler. Which makes a lot more sense in this more "grounded" universe. It also explains why Alfred was so torn about their death and gives better reasoning as to why he felt it was his duty to protect young Bruce. It's not only Bruce the death is eating up, but also Alfred, and perhaps even more so (as Alfred said, Bruce was just a kid). HOWEVER, I think Alfred dealing with those intense emotions and still not spiraling to WHATEVER Bruce had going on makes him a good foil to Bruce and a better mentor/father figure.

I was legit scared they were gonna kill Alfred. Not only cause I LIKE Alfred, but because I could not even begin to fathom the abyss Bruce would have spiraled into.

Martha was an Arkham? Bruce have a connection to ARKHAM? that's a FAMILY? are they in charge of Arkham Asylum? Are any of them alive? I get that the point here was to be like "Bruce Wayne is the prince of Gotham" (as per Falcone- using Prince cause he's the king) but. Like. HUH?

Thomas Wayne was an idiot for consulting Falcone, and that is the best case senario of that predicament. Especially in a city like Gotham. But that's just the thing - Thomas panicked in how this could have affected Martha / Bruce (I fully believe Alfred when he said it wasn't about the campaign) and that made him act out stupid. It's humanizing.

While I think the death of the reporter was way beyond a reasonable reaction, what business does ANYONE have with Martha's mental health? Rhetorical question, of course. Falcone hinted it was a hit piece but tbh I think it was more like a scandalous "tea" and "drama" about a public figure. There is so much to say about the personal life of public personas, prejudice regarding mental health and especially mental health WITHIN the Batman stories. The movie really wasn't about that, but, you know, many thoughts.

[upslapmeal]

Notes from the Taskmaster 16x10 recording

The last two episode recordings I went to, I meant to make comprehensive notes when I got home afterwards that I would be able to look back at and post when the episode aired. I did not, in fact, end up doing that. So this time I was determined to have lots of notes, and made them on the go in the breaks in recording. However. They were made in a rush and I never went back through them to pad them out (you'd really think I would have learned by now). So instead of just having to rely on my memory, I ended up with an almost coded list of words and phrases that it's taken me pretty much 2 weeks to sit down and decipher lol. So with that said:

the pre-episode Greg-Alex entertainment was Greg getting Alex to sing a song about a recent news story to the tune of a song suggested by the audience - in this case it was Trump's lawsuit (the one in May 2023 since there are...a few) to the tune of Wuthering Heights

Alex really went for the whole live thing, and was constantly referring to it throughout the episode

when the contestants came onstage, I obviously first saw Sam in his bright colours and blond hair

we were right on the back balcony and my first impression from that distance was that he kinda looked like Jamie Laing lol

Greg made a passing comment about how he's been dressing in grey but I was completely taken by surprise when the vt rolled and he looked completely different!

I had assumed he'd actually buzzed his hair and didn't realise it was a wig until the ep aired

Sue made comments throughout the episode about how Sam looked like Dahmer

Lucy's prize task story, unsurprisingly, went on for ages and included a whole story about the holiday they went on that I tragically cannot remember

I was so glad they didn't cut 'untaffled' because I looked through my notes before again before watching the episode and couldn't for the life of me remember what she'd said

Greg's said that his immediate response to naked Alex in the prize task was that he was 'smooth like an eel'

After Julian's prize task there was a discussion about how people wanted to be buried, and at one point (I wish I could remember the conversation leading up to this) either Greg or Alex said they would be buried 'together forever in the Victoria monument'

There was a whole long debate about whether Sam intended to use nature as part of his doughnut task, and whether the bird toppling Ms Doughnut to her death should be counted

Greg told Sam to 'convince me to give you 3 points'

Sam went on talking about how amazing nature is and how we're all connected and at one point said 'consider the statistics.....3000' (I'm 99% sure this is what he said and I didn't just forget the rest of the quote)

Julian's exercise name was absolutely not a one-off, to the point they started running a 'cunt count' for the episode

Sue talked about how she had recently had an ADHD diagnosis, and that she kept viewing tasks holistically rather than paying attention to the details. This was specifically in relation to the exercise where she just did the same thing 4 times

I'm not sure if we saw the full extended version of Hotel Taskmaster, but we definitely saw a cut that included more than the aired version (though tbh I think they do that for most tasks and I just noticed this one bc we got the extended version)

We got an 'I put it to you' from Greg that Alex-as-Qrs looked genuinely cool

Lucy described Alex as having 'tight metallic buns' which Greg later referred to as his 'robot arse'

I cannot stress how much of a breakdown Susan had in the studio about the forks and marbles - you get a glimpse in the episode but that was nothing!

Susan also took AGES to do her throw in the live task - she kept on being about to throw before being interrupted, or saying her arms were too short, or that she needed a wee, or having a fit of giggles, and the longer it went the worse it got lol

Greg and Alex also had a go at it, and Sue wanted another go without the pressure. Greg and Sue got the ball in but Alex didn't

Don't ask me to remember the context, but at one point during the record, Greg told a story about someone he knew (whose name he said he would tell the others backstage) who would have sex in a cow mask and would demand 'LOOK AT ME!!!'. Anyway that was referred back to a few times in the ep

When Sam was given the trophy he just stood near-motionless with it for what felt like ages before we got to the hugs and everything

And now we enter the magical world of ~what on earth was this note referring to~ where I just hope someone else who was there (@politicalprocrastinator how's your memory?) sees this and can fill me in on what I've forgotten:

At some point around the prize / first task I wrote 'correct dog guess'. Whose dog? What was being guessed? Absolutely no idea

At some point there was a joke about the 'former Prime Minister', I think the idea being that by the time the episode aired we'd inevitably have a new PM? but I honestly can't remember

Someone called someone else submissive in a way notable enough for me to have written 'submissive' as a one-word bullet point, but not notable enough for me to actually remember

And now three bullet points which I will present in their original form:

Birthday

Bum hole in back

Get in bath

[justevelynnnn]

Seeing Nerd!Armin’s dorm for the first time

Notes: Kinda continuation of my nervous nerd post but it doesn’t have to be if u don’t want to

content: Nerd!Armin x blk/fem!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive here and there but nothing too explicit 👍🏾

- Armin called you the second he got back to his dorm, he just loves ur voice sm!

-The boy was obsessed i tell y’all…

- You guys talked for hours that night and for the next few weeks you guys would talk every night until like 3am talking about whatever…

- “Sooo, you got a roommate or sum?”, You’d ask one night.

-“Oh, not really. I live in the coed mini apartments. We have our own rooms…I guess it still counts though huh…” Armin softly said.

-Come to find out y’all both do!

-After learning this you asked to come over one day.

-Armin was a nervous wreck. He spent hours trying to clean up and make the place look nice before you came over. He also begged Eren to leave too.

-“Why?” Eren asked but Armin not wanting to really say just responded in a squeaky, “…Because!”

-Eren just stared for a second and then busted out laughing, “OHhhh, i see..😏”

-Armin tried to explain that’s not what was happening here but Eren just yelled back, “Have fun!” as he left out the door.

- Armin was in the middle of cleaning his glasses when you knocked on the door. He jumped a bit as his heart began to beat and he stared to blush at the thought of you seeing where he stayed.

-After one last quick check in the mirror he opened the door, greeted you and to his surprise you gave him a hug!

-He kinda just froze and smiled. Very awkward but cute..

-You wore a cute plain green dress that went to your knees, a black jean jacket to go over it and some black uggs. You also had your hair in a bun(if u don’t have enough for a bun sorry just pretend u got a wig on or something). He loved how good you looked even in simple outfits.

-He let you in as you looked around admiring how neat it was. “It’s so cleannn up in here, y’all might be the cleanest college boys i know!” You exclaimed. “Where is your roommate anyway?”

- “Oh, um, out..” Armin said blushing a little at your compliment.

- “Is he a smarty pants like you too?”

-“No, um, not at all..” Armin said. He stared at you as you laughed at that. He couldn’t believe you were in the place he stayed.. He fr had a girl over!!

- Armin showed you around a bit, avoiding Eren’s messy room and saving his own for last. He mainly focused on his favorite parts like the plants by the window and the bookshelf in the hallway.

- “So, what do you want to do now y/n?” Armin asked after he finished showing you the tiny kitchen. You smiled at how he said your name. It kinda had a sultry tone but you didn’t know if he meant that or not.

- “Um…i don’t know. Can i see your room?” You kind of hesitated to ask cause you didn’t want him to think you wanted to do anything crazy just yet, tbh you just wanted to see😭

- “Oh! Uh, sure, follow me…” He led you to his room and opened the door and stepped aside so you could go in..

- It was really clean and definitely showed his nerdy personality. Book, books and more books first of all. His desk was clean but also messy at the same time? Papers and folders and a couple textbooks covers the top and on the desk hutch there were more books and some pencils.

- His bed was made and he seems to go for a black and white theme throughout the room. He had black bedsheets, his desk was white and his curtain had a black and white pattern. Oh and it smelled nice, like fresh laundry.

- “I like your room, Arlert.” You turned to him and saw his whole face was red.

-“Oh, um yeah, thanks…” He mumbled. He was just flustered at the fact a girl was in his room!

-You laughed at this and poked him and teased, “Stop being so nervous, boy!”

-He just smiled at you and laughed a bit. This is when you noticed how soft and blue his eyes were behind his lens.

- Y’all spent the rest of that evening really chilling and watching shows on hulu/netflix/whatevr. Armin ordered a pizza which was plain but you weren’t complaining cause it was a sweet gesture.

-You left at around 8 but before you got out you hugged Armin again to say bye and Eren walked in.

-“Heyyy, pretty lady.” He smirked after seeing you. You pulled away from Armin and he rolled his eyes. Eren laughed it off and said he was joking(he already had eyes on another girl anyways). You just waved and left.

-“Sooooo?” Eren asked looking over at a very embarrassed Armin who just said, “No, we did not.”

- You both ofc called each other again that night to talk about that day and when Armin should come over to your place next time.

-You both felt closer than ever after that day ❤️

[kneworder]

I FORGOT MALIA IM SO SORRY MALIA

hate when the fic is so mean spirited towards one character that it doesn't matter how much it focuses on my fave i absolutely have to click off immediately

[msbigredmachine]

On Sight - Part 2 (Jey Uso/OC)

The fact that we hate each other don’t mean we can’t fuck. Just don’t fall in love with me. Part 2 of my 4-part Jey Uso/OC series.

Warnings: The usual smut, toxic behavior, angst

Word count: 9.9k

A/N: Sorry it’s so long! Enjoy though!

ON SIGHT MASTERLIST

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Jey gif by @jeysuso​

Part 2 - LOVE?

Punctuality was your middle name. You took great pride in this trait. Today was meant to be no different, with a quick morning workout, an equally quick breakfast at the hotel cafeteria, and then back up to your room for a shower. This morning you were driving into town with the Usos to film an interview for your new YouTube series. However, you’d been sitting in the lobby for the past twenty minutes, backpack in hand and waiting to leave, and neither Jimmy nor Jey were here. It was even more frustrating to check your Apple watch and see you were starting to run behind schedule. Where the fuck are they?

Right on cue, the elevator opened, and out stepped the twins with a young woman following them. You recognized her as Diamond, a new NXT talent that just made it to TV. She was known more for her raunchy, provocative TikTok posts than her wrestling ability, and you guessed that the Usos had fallen under her spell too.

Checking your watch again, you glared at the two men as they approached. “We should’ve left fifteen minutes ago. Where have y’all been?”

“Sorry, girl, we here now,” Jimmy apologized. “You know Diamond, right? From NXT? We ran into her on our floor.” 

Ran into or ran through? “I bet you did.” Bitch was standing wayyyy too close to Jey.

Diamond sized you up, chewing her gum a bit too loudly. “Y/N, right? I watch you on Smackdown all the time. Big fan.” She held her hand out to shake.

Glancing down at her hand, you eyed her like she’d offered you a live scorpion. “If you’re a big fan, you should know I take my work very seriously and I hate being late,” you countered, inwardly reveling in her stunned features as she slowly lowered her hand. You returned your attention to the twins. “I think we can be on our way now, if there are no more…distractions?”

“Ay, come on now, don’t be like that,” said Jimmy.

“Pay her no mind, Uce, she’s just jealous,” Jey declared, his lip curling snidely.

Diamond perked up, intrigued by this new piece of information. You almost laughed at the absurdity of his insinuation.

“Really? Tell me what I’m jealous of, Jey.” You tilted your head, your voice sickeningly sweet. “Please. I need to know. Is it the cheap ass twenty dollar wig or the half baked BBL?”

Diamond’s jaw dropped. “Hey, who the fuck do you th-”

“I’m not talking to you,” you cut her off, not bothering to look at her. “I’m talking to him. Answer me, Jey, since you know my every thought.”

“But you’re damn sure talking about me, bitch!” Diamond spat. She moved towards you, but you leveled her with a glare so scathing that it stopped her in her tracks. Both twins cringed.  

“Take one step closer and see what happens,” you warned, your voice low and venomous. “I may not wrestle, but I can gouge out a bitch’s eyes and think nothing of it. You’re fucking with my time and I take exception to that. So if you’re done with your little meet-and-greet session, you can take your ass back to wherever it is you came from. Is that okay with you?” 

Diamond’s fists clenched and unclenched, visibly fuming. You rolled your eyes, swished your hair over your shoulder and turned your back in a clear-cut sign of dismissal. 

Jey kissed his teeth as he watched Diamond storm off. “There you go again, being a complete bitch to everyone you meet-” 

You rounded on him, indignant. “Are you seriously talking to me right now?” 

“Damn right I’m talking to you!” Jey answered, staring you down. “Why you gotta talk to her like that?” 

“Aww, should I go apologize to your girlfriend, then? Fuck outta here!” 

“Yo yo yo, both of y’all, chill!” Jimmy intervened.  

“Get your brother, Jimmy. I am not in the mood today.” 

Jimmy rubbed his temples. “Why y’all always fightin’? Ain’t it exhausting?” 

You cut your eyes at them. “Can we leave now?”  

Jimmy shoved his hand in his pocket. “Hold up. I gotta take a leak first. Here, Uce.” He tossed the car keys to his brother. “I’ll catch up. And please don’t kill yourselves by the time I get there.” 

If you were him, you wouldn’t hold your breath. 

As you walked to the enclosed parking lot, Jey trailed behind you, wisely keeping his distance. The anger radiated from you like the sun in the morning sky. He knew he shouldn't antagonize you, but he just couldn’t fucking resist. Watching your eyes narrow at him, the way your nostrils flared, the manner in which you eloquently and efficiently served Diamond, made him so hot for you. Right now his eyes were fixated on your ass, swaying from side to side, accentuated by the tight jeans you were wearing. He wanted to grab that ass, smack that ass, worship that ass…preferably with you on all fours as he pounded relentlessly into you and made you scream and beg for him.  

Fuck, his dick was hard. 

So lost was he in his erotic reverie that he almost collided into you. You had stopped, waiting for him to lead the rest of the way to his vehicle. 

“Well? Which one is it?” you demanded. 

Jey raised his hand up like a student in class, his countenance pensive and serious. “I got a question. How’d you fit all that ass in them jeans?”  

If you could throw your backpack at his head, you would. You looked up to the heavens and prayed to God for His strength and guidance. You held your breath as Jey sidled past you with a snicker, the tension simmering between the two of you.  

“Is that what you asked your little groupie back there?” you said, watching him open up a grey Ford SUV remotely. “You got a lot of nerve, calling me jealous in front of that bitch.” 

“Did I lie? You were jealous. I saw it in your eyes.” 

“Jealous of who? That talentless clout chaser? Ain’t nothin’ to be jealous of, cuz you’ll come crawling back to me anyways.” 

“That might be true. But it made your blood boil when you saw me with her. You thought I was all up in her guts last night and you couldn’t handle it, huh? Admit it.” 

“I ain’t admitting shit.” 

“Well, if you must know, none of us touched her, me or my brother. We were already coming down when we saw her.” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t care.” 

“Girl, stop lying. You pressed as fuck right now,” Jey pointed out. 

“Boy, bye. I don’t give a damn what you did with her,” you insisted stubbornly. “Even if you did fuck her, you’d probably be thinking ‘bout me and how much better my pussy is. Hell, you might accidentally scream my name too, so pipe down.” 

“See? Jealous,” he taunted, coming over to the passenger’s side of the car where you stood. “You mad cuz you want me for yourself.” 

“Fuck off,” you shot back, stiffening when he trapped you against the car with his body. His signature scent bombarded you; a sharp, woody musk tantalizingly mixed with vanilla and him. One part of him stood out in particular, straining against your thigh. This man got turned on simply by arguing with you. Deep down it felt good to know you held that kind of power over him. 

“You gonna admit it or not? Tell the truth for once, woman,” Jey pressed, his hands on your hips. 

“You are asking to be kneed in the balls.” 

“Then you’ll never ever fuck me again.” He smiled with triumph at the horror on your face as you dared to imagine life without his magic stick. “Admit it. I wanna hear you say it.” 

“That I was jealous?” You shrugged. “Fine. Maybe I was, a little. I hate when another bitch touches what’s mine.” 

“And what makes you think I’m yours?” he questioned. 

Smirking, you tugged a tuft of his salt-and-pepper beard between your fingers. “Oh, sweetheart. Who else are you fucking besides me? No one, that’s the answer. Don’t worry, I know. You’re not interested in any other pussy cuz ain’t none as sweet as mine.”  

You spoke with confidence, and the hitch of his breath confirmed that he agreed with you. Your hand traveled from his chin all the way down south, startling him when you scooped a handful of his jewels. You held his stare as you fondled him through his sweatpants, feeling him harden in your grasp. “Hmm, so responsive to me. Even your dick knows it’s mine.” You made a show of licking your lips and watched his darkened eyes follow your tongue. “You belong to me, Jey, and I’m not letting you go until I’m good and ready to.” 

Oh, he was obsessed. Your assertiveness, your cockiness. Those pretty fuck-me eyes of yours and that full, pouting mouth. He wanted to deep-fuck your mouth with his cock. He wanted to replace the gloss on your lips with your spit, wanted to kiss you and taste you and possess every inch of you. “Keep playin’ with me, princess. If you think I won’t throw you in the backseat and fuck the shit outta you while my brother drives, you’re mistaken,” he countered, unhanding himself from your clutches and linking your fingers together. “I can say the exact same thing about you, baby,” he continued, his voice low and husky. “You lie awake at night thinking ‘bout this dick, touching yourself, fantasizing about me. Don’t nobody do what I do to you, and you know it.” 

God, you so wished he wasn’t right. “You are a pain in my ass, Jey Uso,” you sighed. 

His smile was sly and panty-wetting. “And you love that shit,” he replied smoothly, cupping your face and pulling your lips onto his. He felt, rather than heard, your moan of surprise at the passion with which he kissed you. But he was making a point, reminding you who truly belonged to whom. His tongue swirled around yours as one of his hands roamed down your back. As he expected, you reacted positively, moaning wantonly against his lips, quickly getting into the kiss as you held him tight.  

“No lie, you sexy as fuck when you’re jealous,” he teased, nibbling your bottom lip playfully. 

“Shut up,” you giggled, tugging him closer. You kissed harder, more urgently, breathing heavily with lust for each other, and together it created a sweltering amount of hunger that demanded satisfaction.  

Pulling you away from the car to throw open the backseat, he hoisted you off your feet and sat you on the edge with your legs dangling out of the SUV. He was quick to close the space between you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips reclaimed yours. You sucked on his tongue while he caressed your thighs, before sneaking behind you to grip your ass and grind into you. Angling your head to kiss him better, your hands left his face to slip underneath his t-shirt and caress his warm, bronzed skin. It was hot and needy and thrilling, causing both of you to moan greedily into each other’s mouths. You really wanted to be pissed at the crazy things he made you do, behind closed doors and otherwise. But your body always betrayed you in the end, succumbing to the excitement and lack of inhibition that being with him brought. 

A flash of movement over Jey’s shoulder caught your attention. Jimmy had just turned the corner. “Shit,” you muttered, tearing away from Jey and scooting closer to the window of the backseat, fixing your face to its most neutral expression. 

“Sorry guys, got held up by fans,” Jimmy explained, getting into the passenger’s side. Jey felt a pang of resentment towards his brother for the interruption, but he shut the back door wordlessly, rounded the SUV and entered the driver’s seat to begin the drive to town. 

“Y’all quiet as hell. Did you two fight again?” asked Jimmy, eyeing his twin suspiciously. 

“Nope,” Jey answered, but we definitely almost fucked again, he kept that part to himself. Glancing up at the rear view mirror, he locked eyes with you in the backseat. Your nonchalant façade instantly dropped, and he forced down a moan as you slowly licked the remnants of his taste off your lips, keeping eye contact the whole time. Yeah, it was imperative that he found time today to get you alone and finish what you started. 

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Another day, another chaotic airport run. All Jey wanted was to check in peacefully and find a quiet corner while he waited for his early morning flight. Obviously it was too much to ask. First off, the attendant handling his check-in had tried to slip him her number, and he’d had to politely refuse her advances. A little boy later came up to him, and he was obliged to stop for a quick photo. But before he could blink, a small crowd had formed, and he’d had to sneak away before it got too rowdy. He eventually found a place to lay low, and it seemed to work after ten minutes of relative peace. It was an airport he’d never been to before and he had yet to learn the good hiding places. 

“Well, well, look who it is.” 

Picking up his dropped hoodie, he exhaled and turned in the direction of your voice, laying eyes on you for the first time in over a week. Even in a simple t-shirt and leggings with no makeup on, you looked gorgeous. “You following me now, princess?” he asked. 

“You wish. How long have you been hiding here for?” 

“Been a minute. I’m not too familiar with this airport,” he informed. 

“I’ve been here once before,” you explained. “There’s a VIP lounge around the corner where no one will bother us. It’s huge and really comfortable. You can come along if you want, as long as you don’t stress me out.” 

Jey didn’t need to think too long, already gathering his things with him. It sounded like a plan, plus he would never pass up on the chance to stress you out. 

When the large mirrored door opened, he realized you were right. It was massive. Four large flat screen TVs adorned opposite walls. A fireplace crackled at the far end of the room. Stuffed chairs and leather couches were arranged artfully around the room. There was no one else in the lounge except for the attendants, who immediately let you both in because they were wrestling fans.

“You want anything? Booze? Food?” you asked Jey as you put your hand luggage beside the couch he settled down in. Jey did the same with his small duffel bag and tugged your hand sharply. You landed on his lap with a startled ‘oof’, making him laugh.  

“What are you doing?” Your glare was half-hearted, giving him hope.

“Ain’t nobody here but us. Come sit with me.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Sit with me or sit on me? And the attendants can probably see us.” 

“No they can’t, we’re far away. And they know better than to invade guests’ privacy, unless they want a lawsuit on they ass. Relax, baby, damn.” 

“I told you not to stress me out,” you griped, but despite your mild annoyance, you leaned back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through your layers of clothing. “Happy?” 

“Hell yeah. I got a baddie on my lap.” 

You burst into a fit of giggles. “You stupid.” You snuggled against him, relaxing when he wrapped you up in his arms and kissed your hair. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, it was nice being with him like this, with the quiet, the privacy; few and far between these days but welcome every time. 

“Where are you off to, anyway? Home?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Not yet. Chi-town.” You felt his body heave in a sigh. “Twin and I got a meeting with Papa John’s for a commercial deal,” he said proudly. 

“Securing the bag. I dig it,” you smiled, happy for him. Your hand brushed over his, and Jey did not hesitate to loosen his grip and intertwine your fingers. Your skin tingled. 

“I kinda wish we were flying together,” you confessed in a small voice. 

“Me too. Best believe you’ll be joining the Mile High Club with the quickness,” he wiggled his eyebrows dramatically, earning your laughter. 

“Who says I’m not a member already?”  

“…Oh. My bad, then.” 

You quickly pursed your lips together to keep from laughing again. “You look disappointed. Are you jealous, Uso?” 

Jey cleared his throat, avoiding your teasing gaze. “No.” 

“Don’t be,” you assured him, stroking the back of his mullet. “I’m not a member just yet. But when I do join, I wanna do it with you.” 

“Hit me up whenever you’re ready. I’ll borrow the jet from Roman.” 

“Yeah, maybe we should leave Roman out of it.” You took a long look at him. “You haven’t fucked me in a week, by the way. You’re slacking big time, Uce,” you pointed out jokingly. Or maybe not. 

“Nine days to be exact, but who’s counting, eh? And trust me when I say I jacked off to you every single day." 

You would have preferred to hear that Jey had missed you during the time you were apart, but it was still nice to know that you had at least made several appearances in his sexual fantasies. The thought of him pleasuring himself to mental images of you was undeniably hot. “You did, huh?” 

"Mm-hmm. All I kept thinkin’ about," he said, squeezing the top of your thigh suggestively, "was bending you over and fucking this sweet pussy of yours. I could almost hear you beggin’ for it," he growled.

You swallowed when his hand circled around to your inner thigh. "What are you doing?" Your voice quivered, anxious but also aroused. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. 

"Just showing you some of the places I imagined I was touching," he replied casually, like you were having an innocent conversation. He stared into your eyes, gauged your reaction. "Like here, for one..." With his other hand, he gently cupped the underside of your breast, making you bite your lip. He watched your reaction with a smile. He loved watching you squirm. He'd made you squirm many times before, but not in public like this. It was quite the turn-on. Your gasp as he pressed soft kisses to your throat spurred him on, trailing his lips up to your ear. "Here..." The hand on your thigh slid up to the waistband of your leggings, dipping inside and brushing over your panties. "And my tongue was right here..."

"Shit..." You gasped and ducked your head when he rubbed you there. You could already feel your panties dampening, the gathering wetness causing him to rub you faster. Grabbing his bicep, you whined into his neck from pleasure. When he tugged your panties to the side, you knew you were in big trouble. “Jey, wait,” you begged, squeezing your legs together. But there was no stopping him - his fingers were already brushing over the slick folds of your pussy. His low moan made you shiver, and you wondered if there was enough time for a quickie in the lounge’s restroom. 

Just as his fingers made to push inside you, the airport’s PA system announced your flights. Jey sighed and withdrew his hand. "Sorry, babe. I guess we gotta finish this some other time." 

“And when exactly will that be?” you asked, your face heating up at the thought of having him again. Without saying a word, he kissed the corner of your mouth and gently eased you to your feet. Your legs wobbled and your face burned. No answer, huh? Oh, he was so going to pay.

You made a quick stop at the restroom before leaving the lounge. Together, you headed to your gates, coming to a stop when you had to go in opposite directions. For several long seconds, the two of you regarded one another, before you tiptoed up to kiss his cheek, reaching around him to stuff something into his back pocket. 

“What’s that?” he asked. 

“Something to remember me by when you’re in Chicago,” you replied mysteriously, your irises twinkling as you bit your lip. 

Letting out a deep chuckle, Jey took your hand and drew you closer. “Come here.” Gripping your chin between his long fingers, he sucked your bottom lip between his, savoring the feel of your plump flesh in his mouth. In turn, you pressed yourself against him as your tongues touched. You felt your insides melt, and you desperately wished you had taken him into the restroom with you. When his mouth parted from yours, you were paralyzed. Your eyes were still tightly closed as you ran your tongue along your bottom lip and moaned softly. Opening your dark orbs slowly, you reached up to cup the side of his face. His eyes blazed with barely concealed desire, just as affected as you were. He shifted his face, pursing his lips against your palm. 

“I’ll see you soon, princess,” he whispered. 

With that, he slipped past you, allowing his fingertips to graze your own as he passed. His touch sent jolts of electricity through you, as powerful as a lightning strike. As the distance extended between you, you dared to look back at him, right as he turned back to look at you. It was then he remembered you had put something in his pocket. He stuck his hand inside, and swallowed hard when his fingers brushed over the unmistakable piece of fabric. 

Panties. Damp lace panties. 

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Days later… 

What was this hell you were in? 

This was not what you expected when you touched down in Miami. You expected some warmth, some clear skies. Instead, the downpour had been relentless all evening. And you definitely didn’t expect the thunder to be this loud and frightening. 

Thunder scared you, ever since you were a little girl, and worsened as an adult for reasons you’d rather not revisit. It was sudden and loud and made you feel like the world was coming to a fiery end. Right now it felt just like that, and it had been going on for hours. You were bunked down in your hotel room, alone. Buried under the covers because your headphones were doing nothing to block out the earth-shattering noise. 

Another loud crack of thunder shook the hotel room and you screamed. The aggressive rain didn't help your nerves. You couldn’t go on like this. Left with no choice, you grabbed your phone and dialed a number with shaking hands. 

“You missing me, princess?” 

“Can you come over, please?” you squeaked out. 

The tone of your voice must have alerted him, because his own softened immediately. “Hey, you alright?” It sounded like he was sitting up. 

“No. Please get here, I’ll explain everything.” 

“I’ll be there. What’s your room number?” 

Jey was at your door in ten minutes. You barely opened the door when you rushed back across the room and dove into the bed, the covers wrapped tightly over you. He could see you shaking, could hear you crying. He doubted you even noticed when he climbed in next to you. Or when he began to lightly rub your back. 

"It's okay," he whispered, his heart cracking with each sob that broke free from your throat. “Shh. Hey, it’s okay.” He held you close, whispering and murmuring what he hoped were soothing words. With each passing boom of thunder outside, you cried. Jey had a younger cousin that suffered from a similar ailment, so he had an idea of what you were currently enduring. He focused on trying to calm you down. 

"You're okay, baby," he whispered, making sure the blanket covered you completely. He smoothed a hand over your head, and slowly but surely, he felt you begin to relax. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, wanting nothing more than to climb into his skin and hide in his embrace until every second of your ordeal from seven years ago was erased.  

It took another hour and a half for the last of the storm to sweep away, and Jey felt you shiver when the thunder gave one last half-hearted rumble. "It's okay, princess, you’re okay," he murmured, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “Why are you all alone in here?” 

“I was meant to be with Samantha, but Ricochet happened.” 

“You shoulda come to me.” 

“I didn’t want to intrude.” 

“And when has that ever stopped you?” 

A short laugh escaped you as you tapped his chest with the back of your hand. Loosening your grip on the covers, you let him wrap his arms around you completely, and rested your head on his chest.

“College,” you said. 

“Huh?”

“The…thunder problem. It started in college. The final semester of my Masters. I was rushing home one night from a study group. There were reports going around that someone was out there assaulting women on campus. It was raining heavily but I really wanted to return to my dorm. It was a couple of blocks away, but I had my mace on me so I was sure I would be fine. 

“I remember reaching the steps of my building, literally moments away from safety. But then someone attacked me from behind. He shoved me face first into a wall and then dragged me to some dark alleyway. He had a knife, and his hand was on my mouth so I couldn’t scream, but the rain and the thunder was so loud that nobody heard me either way. Everything was so wet and dark. I can still smell everything, the dirt, the rain…his breath...” You inhaled sharply, fighting back the terror already creeping into your skin, threatening to consume you like it always did. 

Jey could see your struggle. “Hey, you don’t have to-” 

You shook your head before he could finish. “I’m fine,” you promised. You swallowed hard. Continued. “He threw me down on the ground, I remember hitting my head, bleeding. He never spoke, but with the way he kept choking me and trying to drag down my jeans, I knew who he was immediately, and I had to stop him somehow. I would have rather died than let him do what he wanted to do.” 

“Did he…” asked Jey, holding you tighter, as though trying to protect you from your own memories. 

You shook your head with a small smile. “Believe it or not, two days before that, I’d watched the Smackdown episode when you and your brother turned heel on American Alpha. You kicked Chad Gable in the leg. l don’t know why, but that clip flashed through my mind. I don’t remember what distracted him, but it gave me an opening to kick him right in the balls. He dropped like a ton of bricks. I beat his ass with my umbrella. I never ever knew I could fight like that. I guess it was the adrenaline, and the fact that my life was in danger.” Taking a deep, shaky breath, you wiped your eyes. “It was the most traumatic experience of my life, and I’m reminded of it every time it rains. That’s why I live on the fucking West Coast. Ain’t no rain over there to trigger me.” 

“Have you considered therapy, or counseling?” asked Jey. 

“No. I’ve dealt with it as best as I could.” 

“You should. It’s okay to get professional help. My cousin got therapy for something similar to this, and she’s doing much better today. I was forced to ask for help…when I struggled with painkillers back in the day.” 

He hesitated for a second, and you saw something flash in his eyes. Gently, you rubbed his arm, transferring some of the comfort he’d given you to him. When he spoke again, his voice was a little more than a hoarse whisper. “It’s been a long road, but therapy has helped me. Still helping me. Give it a shot, or at least think about it.” 

Letting his advice sink in, you nodded and leaned into him. “Okay,” you replied quietly, allowing your fingers to trace the intricate tattoos on his forearm. “You came over fast. Did anyone see you?” 

“Nope. And even if they did, who gives a shit?” Jey said, his fingers closing around yours in a gentle grip. “I’m glad you called me.” 

You smiled. “Surprisingly, I didn't think twice about calling you. I just knew you’d be here for me. I know this might sound a little strange considering we’re always at each other's throats, but I feel…safe…with you.” Daring to glance his way, you rolled your eyes at his teasing grin. “I know, I know, I’m being all mushy and sappy. After all, we’re in this weird ass situationship...” 

“Nah princess, it’s cool. I’m kinda glad you feel that way. I know you’ve only been with WWE for like a year, but it feels like I’ve known you for longer. You're beautiful and you're ambitious and you’re stubborn as hell, and that’s why I’m so attracted to you. I’ve tried not to be. I’ve tried to stay away from you, but something about you just keeps me coming back.”  

A husky, grim chuckle escaped his throat. “I thought fighting with you would do the trick. Thought I could push you away. But that shit backfired. Now we havin’ sex all the time and I come running at the snap of your fingers like a fucking lapdog. You’re right. Our situationship, as you call it, is weird as fuck. I’ve heard the word toxic thrown around, too. But the crazy part is I don’t mind one bit, cuz it’s you. You don’t make it easy to resist you, princess. Not at all.” 

There was a longing in his voice that your heart reached out and grabbed onto, latched onto it with an iron grip. With only a few sentences, the two of you had encroached on something far more intimate than anything you were used to. You were drawn to it, this new possibility…drawn to this crazy notion that you’d developed feelings for each other. It frightened you so much, because the sane, sensible part of you was screaming that it would all end in tears and a broken heart. 

But you had since realized that when it came to Jey Uso, you and sanity were complete strangers.  

“Well then,” you breathed, your lips mere inches from his, “Maybe you should stop resisting me.”  

With that, you closed the hair's breadth that remained between you and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. All that could be heard in the small room from then on were soft sighs and mouths meeting and parting as the two of you embraced. Your hands explored together, traveling under clothing to linger against bare skin, reacquainting yourselves with familiar curves and contours. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, craving to feel his bare skin against yours. Jey pulled away sharply to swipe his tongue along your throat, making you tremble and dig your nails into his muscular back. He cradled the back of your head for another kiss, then scooped your ass in his hands, squeezing and kneading the soft fleshy skin that he was so infatuated with. Taking his hand in yours, you guided it around to your thigh, then slid it to exactly where you wanted it. A moan issued from his lips as he palmed your sex and rubbed your already wet pussy. 

Your breathing quickened as he circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, then, you let out a rough grunt as he slid two fingers inside you. To your ears, it was quite an unfeminine sound, but it might as well have been a porn star’s perfected moan from the way Jey’s eyes darkened. His tongue darted across his full lips before his mouth crashed against yours. He worked your dripping cunt, pumping his fingers inside you, and you began to feel hot and tingly. The kiss quickly intensified as you rolled him onto his back, feeling his growing bulge pressing directly on your core. Not missing a beat, you dipped your hand inside his pants, swallowing his quiet moan as you fondled him until he was rock-hard.  

With him flat on his back and defenseless, you took the opportunity to crawl down his body and rid him of his pants and briefs. You did the same with your robe, watching his heated eyes scan your nakedness. Licking your lips at the sight of his glorious cock, you gently squeezed it, staring into his eyes and loving the lust and anticipation that shone in them. You dragged your tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, once, twice, until you reached the head. Taking him between your lips, you kept your suctions light at first, then, your mouth lowered further and further until he disappeared completely in your mouth. Suckling him harder, stroking the base of his shaft with your hand. Humming around his cock, you opened your mouth wider to make him feel the angles in your throat. You slurped his flesh then bobbed on his dick, never letting him escape the tight confines of your starving throat.  

At this point, Jey was gasping uncontrollably, his hand shooting out to grab your hair as his length stiffened in your mouth. You loved the way he threw his head back, groaning from how deep you had him down your throat, coupled with the saliva dribbling from your lips. You used it to lather his dick as you released him to give your mouth a breather. Then, going back in, you sucked him with added fervor. You were on a mission, sucking him off like rent was due, showing his luscious dick no mercy. A satisfied moan rumbled from your stuffed throat as he erupted inside your hot mouth. He tasted warm and salty and perfect; you were so turned on that your pussy trickled onto the sheets between your knees. You pulled your lips off him with an audible pop after he was finished and lay on your side next to him. You could watch his cum face forever, it was so sexy. 

“Fuck, princess,” Jey gasped, massaging your jawline in gratitude, “Damn, you made me nut so hard, baby, that was great.” 

“I try, Daddy,” you replied, watching him grab his semi-hard length and caress it in his hand. He glanced over at you, noted the famished look on your face, and made a show of stroking himself deliberately for your benefit. 

“You want more, baby?” he asked, the question bordering on a taunt. When you nodded eagerly with a lick of your lips, he moaned softly. “Goddamn, you so fucking sexy. Get on top of me,” he instructed. 

Obediently, you swung your leg over his torso, straddling him carefully. He held you by your waist to steady you while he guided his dick inside your pussy, your bodies merging into a single perfect unit. Resting your hands on his chiseled abdomen, you wiggled your ass and tilted your head back with a moan, your eyes closing as you took in more of him. You loved the feeling of him inside you, where even the smallest movement sent pleasure vibrating up your spine. Looking back down, you locked eyes with your man. His gaze bored into yours, practically panting for breath as his hands ran over your stomach and then higher, closing over your breasts. You moaned as he toyed with your dark brown nipples, and your legs squeezed just a little tighter against his muscular thighs. You rocked your hips forward, a teasing, tiny, motion. Still, his jaw clenched, his head arched back as a pleasurable groan escaped from his throat. You moved in earnest, slow and steady, taking him deeper, the sensation of you wrapped snug and tight around him.

"Aw, babe, you're so wet," Jey moaned, pulling you down for a steamy kiss, his arm around your waist. Satisfied moans and desperate groans were muffled as you feasted on each other's tongues. You ground down on his cock, and he rocked his hips up in sync with yours. It was slow, sensual, and deeply erotic. There was no part of your body that didn't line up perfectly with his. The friction between you was the sweetest agony, setting all of your senses on fire.

Jey groaned against your shoulder, his hand coming down on your butt. "Come on, ride me baby," he encouraged, holding on to your ass as you rode him at an increasing gallop. His panting breaths on your skin teased your climax from somewhere on the outskirts of pleasure. "Oh shit," you whimpered, fucking him with a newfound desperation. You honed in on his voice, his deep groans, the creamy sounds of your pussy, feeling their impact as you worked to meet his furious strokes.

Sweeping you into his arms, Jey rolled you onto your back and glided down your body until his mouth pressed against your center. Hoisting your legs in the air, he lapped hungrily at your folds and spread them with his fingers, dragging his tongue upward to your clit, then back down and then up again. He buried his face in your treasure, eliciting a loud moan from you. You spasmed beneath him and came almost immediately, as he continued to torment your swollen pussy with his talented mouth, making it wet and soft. Finally, you couldn’t take anymore and sat up, forcing him up with you. You kissed him full on the mouth, tasting the tangy sweetness of your own pussy. He laid you flat on your back again, bringing his full weight back onto your waiting body, and ground his hips into yours as you kissed. His hot mouth parted from yours to attack your neck and jawline, and you moaned again, lost in the sensations he was eliciting from you.  

So distracted were you that you didn’t realize his dick was in his hand, sliding it back inside you before you could recover your bearings. He proceeded to grind into you, making you feel every inch he was filling you up with. He would withdraw until only the tip of his dick was left, then literally grind his way back inside, your eyes rolling back with every mouthwatering roll of his hips. Your lips were in constant contact as he took his time with your pussy, alternating slow, decadent thrusts with hard, deep, punishing strokes that knocked the wind out of you. Your pussy was eating good and it made you dizzy in the best damn way, as he wrapped you up in his strong sturdy arms. 

“You’re mine. You belong to me,” he whispered to you. 

“Yes Daddy…” 

He reached up to squeeze your left breast. “Tell me. I wanna hear it.” 

“I’m yours. I belong to you. Fuck, Jey, ohhh,” you moaned, your head rearing back as your body accepted his deep, pummeling thrusts. The pleasure he was giving to you was nothing short of incredible. You wanted to say he was fucking the shit out of you, but this didn’t quite feel like fucking. He was making love. To you. With you. As you stared into his eyes, the emotions bubbled to the surface, consuming your entire being and his. You knew. He knew. 

Running your hands along his muscular triceps, you felt him shiver from your caress. “This your pussy, Daddy?” you asked him, gazing up adoringly at him.

“Yeah, this my shit.” 

“This your pussy?” 

“You know it is.” He kissed your lips. 

“Then fuck it like it’s yours.” 

And that, he did. Pushing your legs back, speeding up his thrusts. Wet sounds permeated around the hotel room as his hips pistoned to beat up your soaked pussy. He leaned forwards and nudged your legs up higher until your knees were by your ears. Your foreheads met, his lips parted over your own, exhaling labored breaths as he thrust into you with much more vigor. He was doing his best to stuff his thick shaft into you, hitting your sweet spot each time he hammered into your pussy.  

“Oh god, Jey!” you whined, staring helplessly down between your bodies as he plowed into you, the tightness in your belly intensifying. “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck!” 

This was what being on drugs felt like, Jey thought. The potency, the high, the addiction, the need for it at every waking hour. Your sex was his new drug, and he was a fiend for it, a slave for you and your intoxicating taste. Trembling from both pleasure and realization, Jey nuzzled the skin of your throat and lavished it with wet licks and breathy kisses. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, he plunged into your warm depths, going so deep in you, his balls pressed against your ass. He hissed softly as he felt your hands smooth down his back and squeeze the taut skin of his ass, drawing him closer to sweet release. “I’m ‘bout to buss in this pussy, princess…Fuck…” 

You had to come. The incredibly hot noises coming from his throat made it impossible to hold it in any longer. Your pussy gushed like a sprung leak, wetting his thighs up. Jey wrapped one arm underneath you and lifted your ass off the bed, holding you right up against his groin and pounding you even as you were coming hard. Moaning uncontrollably, your hands clutched wildly at the sheets for balance before grabbing his back, only to be slammed back down to the bed by his hand around your throat as he kept pounding his dick into you. The rough, sudden switch was primal and erotic as hell, and your pussy agreed, quivering around him, making your legs shake in midair from the force of yet another mind-blowing orgasm.  

Thrusting only a couple more times, Jey let out a low cry as his body seized up, his dick throbbing as he came hard inside you, making a chill run down your spine. He was at your mercy as your pussy kept its strong grip on his cock, milking him to the very last drop. When he released your throat and let you straighten your legs, it felt like they didn’t work anymore as they hung limply around his waist. He looked on in mild amusement at your shell-shocked expression, your body twitching as you took in gulps of precious air.  

“You okay?” he asked. 

“I…think you broke my pussy,” you gasped. 

“Let me pet it, then,” he offered, laughing when you quickly smacked his hand away. 

“Um, no, you’ve done enough damage,” you giggled.  

Rolling off you and onto his back, he gathered you into his arms. “That was so fuckin’ hot, princess. I love how your body reacts to me,” he said. 

“I love the way you fuck me. It turns me on,” you disclosed with a kiss to his lips. You rested your head in the hollow of his neck afterwards, inhaling his scent, luxuriating in the rapid pulse of his heartbeat and his hand caressing your hip. 

“So…I heard you get to work from home this week,” Jey spoke up. 

You rolled your eyes with a giggle. “Boy, quit bribing Kayla for information on me.” 

“Whatever. It’s my week off and I’m heading to Key West tomorrow after the show. I got a place by the beach there. Come with me. It’ll be fun.” 

Not wanting to appear too eager, you waited a few seconds to reply. “Fine. But it better be worth my while.” 

Jey only smiled. Words were not needed. You would see for yourself.

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One week later  

Happy. 

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were smiling from ear to ear. You had Tamia’s “So Into You” on repeat from how euphoric you were feeling. You were walking on air and you didn’t want to come down, because you couldn’t get last week out of your head.  

Key West was a beautiful part of Florida. It was the perfect place to unwind from the craziness of the circus that was the WWE. Jey’s secluded beachfront home was cozy and beautiful; he was the consummate host and made sure you were comfortable and well taken care of. He showed you a great time, treating you to good food, grade A ganja, and spectacular sex.  

Lots of it. 

Heat spread through your body whenever you thought about the way you slutted each other out for five straight days. Damn. Jey Uso was quite the athlete and had a creative mind, and he put that shit to good use in bed. But this trip wasn’t all about sex. You learned a lot of other things about him. Like his ability to play the piano. He had one in the house and he played it every night. Watching his fingers move so skillfully across the keys made you understand why he was so good with your body. You learned that he loved walks on the beach. They calmed and centered him, and it did the same for you whenever you went with him. You learned bits about his life that he had kept from even his brothers and cousin. It warmed your heart to know that he was now comfortable enough to confide in you. A lot of your conversations were deep and personal, and both of you kept every single word exchanged dear to your hearts. 

And then, on the final night, Jey made love to you as the sun set. Yes. Made love. There was no mistaking it this time. It was hands down the most intimate, most passionate, and, dare you say, romantic experience you’d had with him to date. The way you stared into each other's eyes as if you never wanted to look at any others again. The way he slowed his strokes to take his time with you rather than fucking you into the bed like he often did. The way he kissed you sensually and held your hands as you moaned your names, felt a whole lot like…that. Different. Amazing. You saw in his eyes that he felt the same way, and as you returned to work, you both knew that your relationship had taken a new turn. 

Cody Rhodes was helping you set up your equipment for your YouTube show inside one of the media rooms in the arena. You noticed he was being extra attentive today, hanging around you more. But this was him, always nice to everyone and genuinely interested in what they were doing, so you thought nothing of it. You’d caught a glimpse of the Convertible he had driven in with today. It looked just like the one Jey used to show you the beautiful night view from a secluded hilltop overlooking the city of Key West. You had shown him your appreciation by riding him in the backseat in full view of the bright city lights… 

Sheesh, you really couldn’t stop thinking about him, could you? You wondered where he was as he hadn’t texted you all morning. 

Looking around the room and satisfied with your handiwork, you dusted off your hands proudly. “Perfect. Anyone who walks in here will feel the vibes,” you declared with enthusiasm. 

“Yeah, it looks amazing,” said Cody, an indecipherable look on his face as he watched you. Sitting down next to him, you opened up your MacBook and started work. 

“Can I ask you something?” Cody spoke up. 

“Sure.” You glanced over at him, doing a double take at the look on his face. “Everything okay?” 

It certainly didn’t look that way. He seemed to be struggling with some kind of internal battle and it had you a little concerned. Staring at you for another long, charged moment, he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Ya know what? Fuck it.” 

Reaching over and grabbing your face with both hands, he pressed his lips to yours.  

A surprised grunt escaped you, a sound that was soon muffled by his mouth moving against yours. His hands framed your face, holding you to him as you froze in complete shock. You had no idea how long you sat there for while Cody kissed you. You were just wondering what the fuck was going on. 

From the open door a few feet away, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand, Jey’s shadowed expression was as hard as stone. Without uttering a word, he moved back as silently as he had emerged and disappeared from sight, going back the way he came. 

As though sensing another presence in the air, your paralysis snapped, and you jerked back, your eyes wide in surprise. “What the fuck, Cody!” you exclaimed, almost tripping over your own feet as you shot out of your chair. 

It only now seemed to hit him, the full realization of what he had just done coming together in his mind. “Shit…Y/N I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he stammered over and over. 

You studied the man in front of you, who was now staring back at you with a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. This had to be a bad dream. Were you being Punk’d? “What was that? Why did you do that?” you demanded.

“I swear, I just…I thought I felt something between us, you know,” the American Nightmare answered sheepishly. “I thought you were just shy and wanted me to make the first move and…Fuck, how stupid am I?” He scratched the back of his head, pacing back and forth in front of you. 

What?! “I’m sorry, but I don’t know where you got that from,” you said carefully but firmly.  

He cringed at the look on your face. “I made you really uncomfortable, didn’t I? I am so sorry…I promise, I didn’t mean…” 

“Yeah…I need some air.” Without waiting for him to respond, you stood up and walked out. You were reeling, desperate to make sense of what just happened. 

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What the fuck. What the fuck! 

You leaned against the wall next to the Gorilla position, taking several deep breaths that only made your lungs feel tighter, shutting your eyes as the moment played over and over in your head. It had been half an hour since it happened, and you were still completely flabbergasted. 

What the hell was Cody thinking? What in the world made him think you were attracted to him, so much so that he would kiss you?! How long had he been wanting to do that? Did you send any mixed signals to him? Yes, you’d spent a lot of time with him recently, but only because of his return and you assumed he was treating everyone the same way, catching up with old friends and acquainting himself with the new talent, like you.  

What the fuck! 

An icy feeling of dread gripped your stomach, and you swallowed hard as you recalled the first person that had popped into your mind when Cody kissed you. Jey. You felt like you betrayed him. Another man, a man who wasn’t him, had kissed you. 

What the fuck! 

You summoned the courage to leave Gorilla and stepped out to the entrance of the arena. Wrestlers and crew members were scattered around the empty arena where the ring was being set up, no one noticing you or the sense of complete disorientation that had gripped your being. 

Sweeping the vast space with your eyes, you spotted the Bloodline brothers by the announce table, resting on the barricades, saying all sorts of goofy stuff into the microphones and making everyone laugh. You hesitated, but only for a moment, before making your way over to them. You had to tell Jey. It would be wrong to keep it from him, especially if you were going to be together. If you told him the truth, it would turn out fine. You were certain of it. 

All four members of the Bloodline wore varied expressions as you stood amongst them; from Solo’s stoic mild curiosity, to Jimmy’s trepidation, to Roman’s passiveness - you would have thought they were watching completely different TV shows or movies. But it was your lover’s face that you honed in on, confused by why he was looking at you so coldly and with such...anger?

“Can we talk?” you said to him, your voice small and nervous.

 And then it hit you. This was how Jey had glared at Sami during that now infamous Ucey promo. Mic in his hand, deliberating over Sami’s apology before ripping the Canadian to shreds with his acid tongue. By the time you realized you were about to receive the same treatment, it was too late. 

Jey raised the mic to his lips. “Depends. You done suckin’ Cody’s face off yet?” 

The air whooshed out of the arena. You went completely still, your eyes widening in stunned surprise. Your face sagged, your jaw dropping open on its own accord. How does he… Your mind struggled over what to process first; the horrifying fact that somehow, Jey had seen you and Cody…or the fact that he had just announced it to half the roster…You could still hear the reverberations of his words booming all around the arena. 

Frantically, your eyes scanned his face, searching for a hint of the trademark dark humor that you’d become accustomed to from him. But there was no joking smile, no warmth. Instead, he regarded you with the same notion as something he had discovered on the bottom of his shoe. There was nothing in his eyes…no, wait, that wasn't true. There was something in the back of his gaze; it looked like…hurt. You felt your stomach disintegrate, as though a giant hand had grabbed it and was crushing it into powder. 

A mocking grin touched the corners of the Tag champ’s mouth; your reaction had not been lost on him. Pushing off the barricade, his voice was cold and terse as he spoke. “Yeahhh, I saw y’all…in that little room backstage. You and Cody…Y’all were real cozy back there, making out and shit.” 

A myriad of emotions swept through you; comprehension, confusion, panic. You didn’t know exactly what he saw, but you needed to set the record straight now. 

“Jey," your voice came out as a squeak, and you chastised yourself for being so weak. "Jey, I can explain. What you saw-" 

“I know what I saw, bitch. His tongue was down your fucking throat," he interjected, practically spitting out the words. “How long have you been fucking him, huh? Who’d you start fucking first, him or me?” 

The way Jimmy’s jaw dropped was almost comical. Even Solo looked surprised. You forgot that Roman was the only member of the Bloodline who knew about you and Jey. 

“I’ve never fucked Cody! What you saw back there was not what you think! I don’t know why he kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him back! I didn’t! If you really saw what happened then you’d have seen my reaction-”  

“You got quite the nerve, standing there lying to my face like I’m some kinda punk. You got me fucked up. Tell me something, princess. Was I just a placeholder while you fucked around with Cody behind my back? Oh I get it, it’s because you think he better than me, right? He’s the bigger star, right? I know that’s how you get down. Clout is everything to you and you’d do anything…and anyone…to get it.”  

Closing the distance between you, he got right in your face, his lips curled in a vicious snarl. "Did last week even mean...anything...to you… or were you just bullshittin' me the entire time?"  

By now, you were surrounded by superstars from Raw and SmackDown alike, everyone gathering around to witness this mess. They all had the exact same reaction, thinking the exact same thing. You and Jey Uso, the two eternally warring bitter enemies…sleeping together?! 

But you took no notice of any of them; no one except the man standing in front of you mattered. "Stop it, Jey! I did not kiss him! I’m telling the truth!” Your voice broke, as did your features, crumpling in misery. You moved forwards, reaching out to him. "Baby, please, listen to me…”  

The second you touched his arm, something snapped inside him. "Don't! Don’t touch me!" he roared, swatting your hand away. You gasped and shrank back, but didn't tear your eyes from his face. You couldn’t even if you tried. His handsome face twisted in a sneer, his dark irises were filled with rage as they stared accusingly at you. “I trusted you! I opened up to you and you played me! Why the fuck you gotta do me like that? I told you so much about me, maybe too fuckin’ much…I fell-”  

He turned away from you before he could finish, dragging a hand angrily down his face to calm himself down. When he looked back at you, the pain in the depths of his gaze was so raw you could almost taste it.  

“I was right all along. You are a whore. An obnoxious, selfish, clout-chasing little bitch who thinks she can play with people’s lives and get away with it.” 

“Jey, fuckin’ stop, man!” Jimmy ordered, coming between you and him. It was clear that everyone had heard too much already. 

Jey didn’t take his eyes off you; you were seconds away from crumbling under his hateful stare. "A’ight. I’ll stop, Uce.” His tone was bitter and filled with the barest trace of sarcasm. “Matter of fact, I’ll stop all of this. All this shit ends right now, because I’m fucking done with you, princess.”  

In spite of yourself, and the enormous wad of emotion in your throat, you felt a cold, dull anger take hold of you. This was uncalled for. No matter how ‘badly’ you treated him in the past, you didn't deserve this, this public humiliation, this unwarranted bile and venom. You weren’t going to take it and you were going to let him know.

“Fuck you!” you spat, your sudden outburst taking everyone by surprise, including Jey. “I’ve done nothing wrong! Don’t fucking stand there and call me a liar just because your feelings are hurt over nothing! You're being an ass for no reason and I’m not having it! I told you, I did not kiss Cody. Period. If you don’t believe me, then go fuck yourself! If anyone should be done with anybody, it’s me, Jey. I’ve had it with you and your bullshit, you fucking asshole!” 

For a second, something flashed across his expression…a look of remorse, longing, even…but in the next, it hardened. That settled it for you. He had made up his mind, and you planned on making him regret it. Casting him one last deathly glare, you turned your back and weaved through the cluster of Superstars, who quickly parted to let you pass.

You walked away as fast as you could. You ignored Jimmy’s calls to come back and kept walking, back up the ramp, down the hallway, escaping outside to the parking lot, your heart cracking with every step you took. You could feel a cry building up inside of you; a loud, primal wail that would not stop if you permitted it to escape.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was a text message from Ryan Satin, a popular wrestling journalist you worked with on PLEs. 

You need to see this, now.

You typed in the link to the website he sent you. Clicking the page, what you saw caused your jaw to drop. Your stomach plummeted and your heart began to race.

Photos of you and Jey at the airport, sitting on his lap in one and kissing in the other. Above the photos was the caption:

EXCLUSIVE: JEY USO AND Y/N SHARE STEAMY KISS AT AIRPORT. SEE PICTURES HERE.

END OF PART 2

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