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reigns-devotee · 27 days ago

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Paring: Jey Uso x Fem!reader

Warnings: language, p in v, body fluids, smut smut and more smut, MINORS DNI

Summary: You hate him, but he hates you more, yet you're forced to share a hotel room together. Initially exchanging sharp words, you challenge one another, with each refusing to back down.

Word Count: 3,774

There was absolutely nothing in this world you hated more than Jey Uso. The man was cocky, full of himself, and always had an attitude that rubbed you the wrong way. His mere presence made your blood boil. The way he snarled his complaints didn’t help either.

“You got life fucked up if you think I’m finna stay in here wit’ her ass,” Jey growled, shooting a sharp glare in your direction before turning to Roman.

Roman, ever the Tribal Chief, placed a steadying hand on Jey’s shoulder, his voice calm but firm. “Jimmy’s with Naomi, Solo’s with me. So, I don’t know what to tell you, uce.” Roman shrugged slightly, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Jey smacked his teeth in frustration, turning his attention back to Roman with a pleading look. “MMCHT, man, uce, just lemme stay wit’ y’all,” he begged, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

Roman let out a slow, controlled breath and ran a hand through his hair, clearly at the end of his patience. “Ain’t no room for all three of us. Now, you gon’ stay here like I said. Fall in line.” His voice sharpened with authority, a clear demand that brooked no argument.

You stood there quietly, arms crossed over your chest, knowing better than to defy Roman. The air felt heavy as he gave Jey a final pointed look before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

The second the door clicked shut, you turned your full attention to Jey, your patience evaporating. With a sharp point of your finger, you jabbed the air toward him. “You’re sleeping on the fucking floor,” you hissed, walking past him to the bed as you kicked off your shoes.

Jey scoffed at your command, folding his arms over his chest. “Got me fucked up,” he muttered under his breath.

That was it. You wheeled around, stepping closer to him as your finger shot out again, this time nearly poking his chest. “Jey, I will fuck you up. Don’t test me,” you warned, your tone deadly serious.

Instead of backing down, Jey chuckled, his amusement infuriating. “Whatchu gonna do? Smack me?” he taunted, leaning forward slightly as if daring you to make good on your threat.

Your eyes rolled so hard they could’ve left your head. “What the fuck is your problem with me anyway?” you snapped, your voice dripping with sass.

Jey squinted at you, his lips curling into a half-snarl. “Ion trust no girl like you in this bloodline,” he admitted, his arms crossing tighter over his chest.

That made you laugh—loud, sharp, and bitter. “A girl like me? Ha! I can’t trust a mothafucka like you!” you shot back, yanking off your jacket and tossing it aside.

Jey’s eyes never left you as he followed suit, shrugging off his own jacket and kicking off his shoes. The distance between you shrank as he stepped closer, his energy bold and unyielding.

You didn’t back down, not an inch. If Jey wanted to play this game, you were more than ready. Your eyes narrowed as the tension between you thickened, the air practically buzzing with your mutual irritation.

“Say what’s really on your chest, Jey,” you challenged, voice low but cutting. “You got somethin’ to say? Say it.”

He stepped closer, just enough to invade your space, his presence towering but not intimidating. “A’ight, I��ll say it,” he bit out, his eyes locking onto yours with a fire that mirrored your own. “You walk around here actin’ like you better than everybody. Like you don’t need nobody. That shit don’t sit right wit’ me.”

Your jaw tightened at his accusation, and a bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Acting better? Me?” you repeated, incredulous. “You got me twisted. If anybody around here’s actin’ like they too good for the rest of us, it’s you, Jey. Always got your nose in the air like your shit don’t stink.”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave. “Ion know what your problem is, but I been watchin’ you, and I know you ain’t as tough as you act,” he said, his tone challenging. “You just puttin’ on a show, tryna hide somethin’.”

That hit a nerve, and you refused to let him see it. Instead, you stepped forward, your chest almost brushing his as you squared up. “And what makes you think you know me, huh?” you shot back, your voice razor-sharp. “You don’t know a damn thing about me, Jey.”

“Oh, I know enough,” he countered, his lips curling into a smirk that made your blood boil. “Like how you quick to pop off, but you ain’t really ‘bout it.”

“Try me,” you hissed, your eyes daring him to keep pushing.

For a moment, silence filled the space between you. The tension crackled like a live wire, both of you stubborn, neither willing to back down.

Then, Jey’s smirk widened, his grillz glistening, and he tilted his head slightly. “You cute when you mad, you know that?” he teased, his tone mocking but with an edge that made your heart skip for half a second before anger flushed through you again.

“Fuck you, Jey,” you spat, shoving his chest with both hands. It didn’t do much, but it got your point across.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous now. “You don’t wanna start somethin’ you can’t finish.”

You glared up at him, refusing to let him have the last word. “I finish what I start,” you shot back, voice steady, even if your heart was pounding.

Jey’s chuckle deepened, a sound that sent your irritation skyrocketing. “See, that’s your problem right there,” he said, leaning casually against the edge of the dresser, his cocky grin firmly in place. “You always gotta have the last word.”

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, the urge to throw something at him almost overwhelming. “And your problem is you never know when to shut up,” you snapped back, turning toward the bed.

“I’ll shut up when you stop actin’ like you run this shit,” Jey fired back, his tone sharper now. “But nah, you ain’t about to boss me around like I’m one of yo’ lil hoes.”

You whirled around, pointing a finger at him again. “Nobody’s tryin’ to boss you around, Jey,” you hissed. “I’m just telling you how it’s gonna be. You don’t like it? Tough.”

“Oh, it’s tough now?” he taunted, stepping forward again. “You real bold, talkin’ all that big shit.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your anger threatened to boil over. “Maybe I am bold,” you shot back, stepping closer, refusing to be the one to back down. “But at least I’m not a bastard, hiding behind all this fake-ass tough shit.”

Jey’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Watch yo mouth,” he warned, his voice low and steady.

“Or what?” you challenged, your voice rising slightly. “You gonna hit me? Push me? You think I’m scared of you?”

He didn’t answer immediately, just stared at you like he was trying to figure you out.

Jey’s silence was maddening, his intense stare burning into you as if daring you to keep going. You weren’t about to stop now, not when the tension between you felt like it was about to explode.

“What’s wrong, Jey?” you sneered, your tone dripping with mockery. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak, which only spurred you on further.

“Oh, I get it,” you continued, stepping even closer until there was barely a breath of space between you. “You’re all bark and no bite. Big bad Jey Uso can’t handle a little heat.”

His nostrils flared, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, but still, he said nothing.

You smirked, feeling a surge of power. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said, poking a finger into his chest. “Nothing but a—”

Before you could finish your sentence, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, holding it firmly. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was strong enough to make your breath hitch.

“You done?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

You yanked your wrist free, refusing to back down. “Not even close,” you snapped. “Whatchu gonna do about it, huh? Just stand there like the big bastard you are?”

His eyes darkened, and his expression hardened. “Keep talkin’,” he warned, his voice like a growl.

You let out a bitter laugh, tilting your head defiantly. “Or what? You gonna keep pretending to be scary? Newsflash, Jey, you don’t intimidate me.”

The next moment happened so fast you barely had time to register it. Your hand flew out instinctively, and the sound of your palm meeting his cheek echoed in the room.

The slap wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to snap whatever control he had left.

Jey’s head snapped to the side, and when he turned back to you, his eyes were blazing. Before you could react, his hand shot out, wrapping around your throat—not tight enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp.

You barely had time to process the shock before his lips crashed into yours, rough and demanding. The sheer intensity of it sent a jolt through your entire body, and for a moment, you froze. Then, as if a dam had burst, you kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to pull him closer.

Clothes became an afterthought as his hands yanked at your shirt, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The tension that had been simmering between you for so long exploded into a fiery urgency that neither of you could contain.

“Jey,” you gasped against his lips, barely able to catch your breath as his mouth moved to your neck.

“Shut up,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, before pulling you back into another searing kiss.

“Fucking hate you,” you spat, your voice hoarse but sharp.

Jey pulled back just enough to look at you, that damn grin still plastered on his face. It was maddening. “Hate yo’ ass more,” he shot back, his eyes glinting with mischief and something darker—something raw.

Before you could react, his hands were on you again, rough but not unkind, pulling you closer until your bodies collided with the bed. His weight pinned you down, but you didn’t fight it. You didn’t want to. The energy between you was like fire, licking at your skin, making it impossible to do anything but give in.

You kissed him again, deeper this time, the passion growing with every passing second, until everything but the two of you faded away. The world outside the room might as well not have existed.

“Damn, you really got issues, huh?” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and gruff, like the sound of thunder before a storm.

You scoffed, your hands sliding down his chest, the heat between you both suffocating. “Maybe I do, but you’re not any better, Jey.”

His hands slid lower, cupping your ass and grinding his body against yours, making your pulse race. “I know,” he replied, his lips brushing over your jaw as he spoke. “But that’s what makes it fun.”

You rolled your eyes, still irritated by how easy it was for him to shift between antagonizing you and turning you on with a single move. “You’re insane,” you muttered, but the words didn’t have the same bite anymore. There was too much heat building between you both to hold onto the anger.

“I know,” he repeated, voice now hoarse, as his lips finally found their way back to yours, kissing you like it was the only thing that mattered. His hands were everywhere—grabbing, pulling, exploring, as if trying to strip away every layer of distance between you two.

You responded in kind, your nails raking down his back as your breath hitched, your chest pressing up against his. The tension that had built up over the last few moments felt like it might shatter you both.

“Still think you hate me?” he teased, his grin barely visible against your lips.

You could barely catch your breath, your voice trembling as you spoke. “I do,” you gasped, your hips rolling against his, making him grunt. “But it’s a hell of a lot harder to hate you when you’re making me feel this shit.”

His grin deepened at your admission, but he didn’t stop. His hands worked quickly to shed both of your clothes, the fabric tangling on the floor around you, leaving only skin and the rush of heated breaths between you.

His lips trailed down your body, worshiping every inch of you as you arched into him, a low moan escaping your lips. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, the sound low and guttural, sending a shock of anticipation straight through you.

“You better not be thinking of leaving any marks,” you warned, the words coming out sharper than you intended.

“Oh, I’m not gonna leave a mark,” he muttered with a grin, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his hands slid over your body once more. “I’m gonna leave you fucked up.”

You couldn’t help but smirk back, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you pulled him down for another kiss. “Try me,” you challenged, your heart pounding in your chest as his hands worked their magic on you.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a growl that sent shivers down your spine. “You know you want this shit,” he murmured, the words laced with both challenge and desire. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a surge of heat coursing through you.

You let out a soft laugh, your lips curling into a grin as you looked up at him, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You probably want this shit more than me,” you teased, your voice dripping with playful defiance.

There was no amusement in his expression now—just raw hunger, pure and undeniable. Without breaking eye contact, his hips shifted, and he thrust into you, the movement brutal and unapologetic. You gasped, your breath hitching as the intensity of the moment hit you all at once.

He didn't say anything right away, but the way his gaze locked onto yours was enough. It was almost like he was daring you to keep teasing him, daring you to say something else, to push him further. His thrusts came faster now, deeper, harder, his hands gripping your sides as he drove into you with an intensity that made your body tremble.

You tried to fight back the need that surged within you, tried to maintain the sharp edge of your teasing, but it was getting harder with every relentless movement, every growl that vibrated from his chest. "this what you wanted?" he bit out, voice hoarse with the effort to control himself.

You swallowed hard, the words on the tip of your tongue but your breath coming out in a shaky laugh. "I don't know," you said, barely above a whisper, the teasing in your voice almost drowned out by the desperation building between you. "Maybe you the one who needs this more than I do."

Jey’s eyes flashed with something dangerous—something raw—as his grip tightened on your hips. His thrusts came harder, forcing you to gasp out his name. "Don’t act like you don’t need it too," he muttered between gritted teeth, his voice thick with the desire that both of you had been ignoring for far too long.

Your hands slid over his back, nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders as you arched into him, feeling the burn of every movement. “Keep going,” you breathed, your voice low and almost begging, though you refused to admit it. “Fuck, i need it.”

He grinned, that cocky, maddening grin you loved and hated all at once. “I know,” he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he thrust into you once more, his body moving with a brutal rhythm.

Everything around you faded. There was no teasing anymore. No anger. No games. Just the heat, the intensity, and the way he moved against you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. It was a rush, a storm that neither of you could stop now.

As your breaths quickened, as the pressure built in your body, the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming need to feel him, to surrender to the madness between you both. His pace quickened, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was desperate, hungry, as if neither of you could get enough.

You finished, the intensity of the moment crashing over you like a wave, your body still shuddering as you caught your breath. But Jey wasn’t finished. He let out a brutal chuckle, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, that cocky, triumphant grin still plastered on his face. The sound of his laughter—deep, mocking—was like fuel to the fire inside you.

You glared up at him, your body still tingling from the aftermath, but all you could think about was getting your revenge. He had pushed you to your limit, teased you, and you’d let him get away with it. But not anymore.

With a swift motion, you shoved him down onto his back, your strength surprising both of you as you straddled him, planting your hands on his chest to pin him down. He looked up at you, eyes widening slightly in surprise, but that smirk never faltered. "What the f-?" he growled, though there was something else in his voice now—something closer to challenge, as if daring you to do your worst.

Without another word, you positioned yourself over him, and before he could say another word, you took him—fast and hard—slamming your hips down against his with a ferocity that made his breath catch.

Jey’s eyes went wide for a moment, surprise flashing across his face before it twisted into something else—something desperate. His hands shot out, grabbing at your hips as he tried to find control again, but you weren’t giving him that luxury. You rode him harder, faster, keeping him pinned down with the full force of your body. Every movement was a blur of power and tension, your body demanding something from him—and from yourself—that you couldn’t ignore.

"FUCK!" Jey gasped, his voice strangled with disbelief as you pushed him to his limits. "Wait a damn minute—"

You cut him off before he could say another word, your movements quickening, a fire building in your chest. His grip on your hips tightened, and you could feel the way he tried to fight for control, but you were faster, smarter. His words died in his throat as your skills took over, “oh fuck!” pushing him into a state of mind where he could barely think, only feel.

You smirked down at him, your breath coming in sharp gasps as you set the pace, each movement deliberate, designed to make him forget everything except for you. The rhythm of your body against his was a perfect storm, a combination of frustration, power, and pure desire. Jey’s hands gripped at the sheets, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold onto whatever control he had left.

“Damn, you evil as fuck,” he muttered between breaths, his chest heaving beneath you, but the words barely registered to you now. You were focused entirely on the way he felt, on the way you were pushing him beyond his limits.

He finished with a loud groan, the sound raw and primal, reverberating through the room like a ripple of energy. His body tensed beneath you, his muscles locking as his breath became ragged. For a moment, everything was still. The air between you was thick with the aftermath, the weight of what had just happened settling over you both.

You stayed perched on top of him, your chest rising and falling as your own breath slowly began to steady. You could feel the heat of his skin against yours, the way his heartbeat still pounded beneath your palm, and for a moment, the tension between you softened, but not for long.

He let out a low chuckle, a sound that was a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, though there was a sharp edge to it. "You think you got me, huh?" he said, his voice hoarse and still heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

You slid off him, standing up on shaky legs as your body still buzzed with the energy of everything that had just gone down. You moved slowly, almost deliberately, as you adjusted yourself, your eyes locked on his the whole time. There was no escaping the tension that still crackled in the air between you two.

"You think you can walk away like that?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes never leaving you. "Ain't no way you're done with me yet."

You smirked, tossing your hair back over your shoulder. You weren’t done—not even close. But you weren’t about to let him off that easy either. Slowly, you crawled back over to him, each movement calculated, deliberate, as your lips brushed against his ear, soft and teasing.

“Maybe I’m not done with you,” you murmured, your voice low and sultry. You let your fingers trace down his chest, watching his chest rise and fall as you made your way to his abdomen, feeling the tautness of his muscles beneath your touch. "But I think it's your turn to prove something to me now."

His eyes darkened as your hand moved lower, his breath hitching slightly as your fingers teased the skin just below his waist. "You think you can take control now?" he asked, his tone still laced with that challenge, but there was something else beneath it—something he didn’t quite try to hide.

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you pressed your lips to his again, this time harder, deeper, demanding a response. His hands moved to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you back on top of him, his movements fast and forceful as he flipped you over, pinning you beneath him with a growl that sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

And for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. No words, no games—just the raw need, the desire, the way his body moved with yours in perfect sync. Each thrust, each kiss, pushed you closer to the edge, and you welcomed it, eager for whatever came next, knowing there would be no turning back.

#wwe #wwe raw #jey uso #roman reigns #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso smut #wwe fanfiction #jey uso x reader #wwe jey uso #wwe fandom #smut #wwe smut

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white-cat-of-doom · 1 month ago

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Naomi Tower, usually Tantomile, made her Rumpleteazer cover debut last night in Cast 16 of the Oasis of the Seas.

With Megan Little as Victoria.

22 November 2024.

#CATS Musical #CATS the Musical #CATS RCCL Cast 16 #Rumpleteazer #Naomi Tower #Victoria #Megan Little

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cryptidvoidwritings · 26 days ago

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instagram story: Dec 2, 2024

#cats oasis of the seas #cats oasis 16 #cats rccl 16 #naomi tower #tantomile #stage cats #see the queue on a sunflower

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heeseungiez · 4 months ago

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The Tower by the Forest | l.hs

a teaser

pairings! sorcerer!lee heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis! the immortal sorcerer lives in a tower by the forest filled with dark creatures. he protects the surrounding villages from its dangers, and in exchange, every decade, a girl from one of the villages is chosen to live as his companion. this time, it’s you.

content warnings! angst (???), rest will be added once the work is finished! (read as: i have no idea what's going to happen just yet)

word count! expected ~5k or more

a/n! hi hi! this fic is low-key inspired by Uprooted from Naomi Novik, but will not follow its plot or anything, just the initial idea comes from the book sooo, yep!

send an ask to be tagged when the one-shot comes out!

Throughout your life, a girl from the villages has only been taken twice.

The first time, you were barely one year old, so it could hardly affect you in any way. The second time, however, you were eleven. By then, you already understood what was happening and why. A girl around the age of twenty had been chosen to live with the lone and mysterious sorcerer who lived in a tower at the edge of the Forest to prolong his protection of the villages.

Nobody likes to talk about it much. How the girls are chosen, when he comes for them and what he does to them. None of that information is known. Although you’ve heard that usually, once the decade passes, the girls are free to go and live as they please with a solid fortune to their name. The girl you witnessed being taken away ten years ago has been released recently, and you heard from the whispers of the other villagers that she moved to the city and is starting her own business in dressmaking.

For that very reason, every village surrounding the Forest lives in restless anticipation. Any day now, a new girl will be chosen to join the sorcerer in his tower.

#enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen ff #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung fic #haia writes

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mariocuphead · 4 months ago

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#midnight horror school #my life as a teenage robot #pizza tower #naomi iwata #different art styles #kirby right back at ya #vib ribbon #parappa the rapper

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saffitaffi · 2 months ago

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Monika x Tower shenanigans commission (more info under the cut)

I do commissions for silly Slay the Princess or DDLC content! (Although I’m also down to help you design your oc, dm me if so)

$5 will get you a little chibi sketch of your choosing

$10 will get you a slightly higher quality sketch of a character or comic idea

$20 will get you a good quality art piece or comic idea (such as above example)

If you want a fully rendered art piece dm me and we’ll figure it out since that could reach some higher numbers depending on content

I will NOT do nsfw unless you are willing to pay in the triple digits (my morals ARE flexible) but I don’t mind a little sexy for comedic effect

My PayPal link is:

Pay Naomi Harrison using PayPal.Me

Go to paypal.me/saffitaffi and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

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DM me if you want any specific details that can’t fit into a PayPal message :)

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #artist #slay the princess #slay the princess the tower #the tower #stp #Monika #DDLC #doki doki literature girls #doki doki monika #ddlc monika #comic #funny #cute #slay the princess fanart #black tabby games

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is-today-tomorrow-in-nz · 2 months ago

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Uprooted vs Grishaverse

I finally finished uprooted and I wanted to share my two cents on where Naomi Novik delivers while LB fails.

Warning: spoilers

Backgrounds:

1) Both the stories were written in first POV of the protagonist.

2) Both are dealing with an immortal, youthful looking male wizard(/grisha) and a reluctant, low self-esteemed, female protagonist.

3) Both are set up in a war torn country with an expanding evil element threatening to swallow the country whole.

However the similarities end there.

1) First POV:

Although Noami uses First POV for Agnieszka, it is not restrictive like Alina's. We can see the universe clearly through her eyes and how she views the magic system. We could also read the other characters and see their strengths and flaws through her eyes. This is completely lost in the Grishaverse. We only see Alina's low self-esteem rambles, her unhealthy attachment to Mal and her judgemental censure of others characters We don't understand the universe, or the true nature of the characters. This makes the Grishaverse restricted universe, although we know how vast it is.

2) Strong female lead:

Agnieszka is a village born, free thinker and an independent girl. She is passionate and compassionate. She cares for her family, her best friend, her village and its people. Although she did not expected to be picked she does not stagnate as the story unfolds. At first she is reluctant and useless in learning magic but once she understands why she needs the magic, she pulls the magic by its horns and masters it. Unlike Alina, she practices and fails and yet she does not give up. Nieshka is by no means a girlboss but she knows what she wants and is unafraid to seek it. She knows when to standup and seize her power and when to let go. Naomi handles her beautifully that we want to know more about what's going on in her mind. Nieshka's life is lived by her rules. When Sarkan flees from his tower she does not run after him. She lets him go. She understands his nature and she also understands hers. She chooses to stay behind and heal the forests around her. This, right here, is proper feminism. Not Alina's ballerina farm.

3) Strong characters:

Sarkan, Solya, Kasia, Alosha, Marek, Vladimir and many others. We see them all through Nieshka but Naomi has portrayed each one of them beautifully. They are not one dimensional. We see how Sarkan is withdrawn from the world with the weight of immortality, choosing to surround himself with books and magic instead. We can see Kasia's pain, her love for Nieshka, her jealousy and the hurt of her mother's betrayal. We can see Marek's boarish nature, his hot headedness and love for his mother which ultimately led to his downfall. Every character has a story arc and a journey to fullfil on their own and Naomi does it wonderfully. We see them through Nieshka's eyes but we see the whole person not just her characterization. LB fails in this aspect. After book 2&3, we see many characters simply as an extension of Alina. They all profess their fealty and choose to stay with her even when she does not show them the same respect. Alina is labelled as virtuous although we see no evidence of it. In other words, the characters in Grishaverse are mere mindless, plot devices that are supposed to love Alina because she is the protagonist. They seize to exist outside of Alina which cripples the story telling in Grishaverse.

4) Vastness of the universe

One of the key nature of a fantasy story is the vastness of the universe. The reader when journeying through the story must feel the endlessness of the universe. Eg. The Lord of the Rings. This offers the readers a real submersive experience. We see it lacking in the Grishaverse. Although there are different countries and people, we can feel the boxed nature of the universe. This when combined with Alina's restricred POV, one dimentional side characters(spanning across different countries) and blatant favouritism shown to some characters we feel suffocated inside the Grishaverse. Naomi's universe feels vast, unexplored and unending making it a true fantasy experience.

5) Sarkan

We can see plenty of similarities between the Darkling and the Dargon. A lonely wizard, fighting alone against evil(/corrupt government). The people and the Royal family don't like him but keep him around as a neccessay evil. However, we can see the stark contrast in how Naomi handles Sarkan. For one, she does not think a seventeen year girl knows better than an age old wizard. Sarkan and Nieshka's magic are different but Naomi finds a way to blend them and makes them work with each other. She lets Nieshka form her own judgement of Sarkan instead of force feeding it like LB did to Alina. She gives a chance to the Dragon to tell him his story which gives us an additional understanding. Naomi shows and tells while LB just tells.

There are so many other intricate details which made Uprooted more enchanting to read. Naomi as a writer made me want more. Her universe has potential and Naomi handles it very effectively. The same, however, could not be said about the Grishaverse. The Grishaverse had immense potential compared to Uprooted but due to LB's restrictive story telling, it leaves the readers with a huge disappointment and fails to live upto it's potential.

#uprooted #naomi novik #agnieszka #sarkan #the darkling #alina starkov #anti leigh bardugo #grishaverse #lost potential #pro the darkling #pro aleksander morozova

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mavrintarou · 5 months ago

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [10 & epilogue]

It is long, but you all deserve it.

Warning: miscarriage, angst, implied smut (nothing extreme explicit)

Ninth part

Toru pressed his forehead to the back of Y/n’s cold hand. He’s tried to warm up her fingers, blowing warm air at them for the past hour.

It’s been three hours and she still hasn’t stirred at all.

It was three hours ago when everything became a blur. Painful flashbacks came in cuts, but all he could clearly remember was catching Y/n before she lost consciousness.

“Call an ambulance!” Toru shouted at Woojin who quickly reached for his phone.

Toru blocked out Woojin shouting frantically at the emergency responder.

“Y/n… oh God, Y/n… wake up… open your eyes? Hmm? Please? Please open your eyes?” He shook her gently in his arms, cradling her carefully in the crook of his arm. “Don’t do this… please, wake up… open your eyes for me?”

Warm tears slipped down his cheeks as he recalled the painful memories of the doctor finally emerging from the Emergency Room.

The first three words were enough for them to understand Y/n’s condition. “I am sorry…”

She has been heavily sedated and is said to wake in a couple of hours.

“Wake up, Y/n…” Toru murmured, pressing the back of her hand to his cheek. “Please wake up…” He turned his head, remembering he was not alone with Y/n.

Woojin has been standing in the corner of the private room looking out the window to the cloudy sky. He had not said a single word after finding out that Y/n had lost the baby, yet he lingered like a ghost.

“How…” Toru’s hoarse voice spat, “how did you know she was pregnant?”

Slowly turning his head, he stared blankly at Toru before looking back out the window. “Her friend Naomi.” He inhaled softly, “apparently Y/n was supposed to come to Korea for me, her friend reached out to me to check in to see if she made it and if we discussed what to do with the baby…”

Toru shut his eyes, exhaling deeply. It was silent between them for a bit before he spoke, “there was a possibility that the baby she was carrying could have been mine, and we went forth with the test to see if I matched with the baby to avoid unnecessarily involving you.”

“It was my baby!” Woojin roared, spinning around. He slapped a hand against his chest, “I know it was my baby – “ his voice choked as he ended his sentence. A tear streaked down his cheek, “it was my baby... it has to be mine…”

Toru was speechless seeing this grown man in a state of distress. He couldn’t deny that deep down, he knew the baby was not his and was Woojin.

“I’m sorry.”

Meeting his eyes, Toru frowned, confused as to why he was apologizing.

“I love her, so much,” he confessed, “but it’s not reciprocated.” He looks at Toru with sad eyes, “the first time I saw you after Y/n came out from your apartment, I knew you were the one who had occupied her heart all this time.” His breath hitched before it was released quietly, “I never fully had her whole heart. She loved me the best she could but she couldn’t fully love me the way I fully loved her.” Woojin pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out another breath, this time, it sounded like a breath of relief. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’m going to go get some rest.”

Toru nodded in acknowledgment and watched the man leave and as soon as the door closed behind him, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Turning his attention back to Y/n, he reached to adjust the blanket for the nth time. Sitting on the edge of the bed he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. Quietly he whispered, “wake up, Y/n. Wake up for me.”

He prayed silently, prayed with his heart and soul.

“Toru?”

His head snapped up and Y/n groaned, her eyes fluttering until she finally saw him. Through it all, she still smiles at him.

“Why – why am I here?” she asked softly before her face morphed and eyes widened, her hands immediately placed over her flat belly. “My baby! Is something wrong with my baby?”

Toru towered over her, gently pressing her down into the bed to keep her still. “Calm down first, Y/n…” the straining in his voice was painful. “Let me call the doctor now that you’ve woken up.”

She listened and laid down, looking up at him with awaiting eyes. Their hands tightly gasped together as they waited for the doctor to arrive.

After evaluating her and confirming her vitals the doctor inhaled sharply before looking at Toru. “Ms. Y/L/N, I’m afraid you have miscarried.”

Toru took a deep breath before he entered Y/n’s private room again. It has been over 12 hours since she woke up and was made aware of the miscarriage.

As soon as the words left the doctor’s mouth, she closed her eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks and turned her head without a word.

She has not spoken to him or anyone, just staring out the window with her palms resting against her belly.

“I’m back,” Toru announced cheerfully with a gentle smile. Y/n glanced at him and managed a forced smile. “I brought your favorite food,” he said.

She watched silently and lifelessly as he set the food down before her.

“Where is Mateo?”

He almost didn’t catch her soft voice, his eyes widening momentarily before he smiled at her question and responded, “he’s with my mom. Should I bring him over later?” he suggested hopefully.

Y/n nodded and reached for the utensil. “Thank you for the food,” she murmurs before eating.

“You’re welcome,” he answered happily. “Let me know if there’s anything else you would like to eat, I’ll get it for you.”

He sat beside her bed and watched her eat, occasionally reaching over to push food aside or asking if she would like more rice or water.

“Toru, when can I go home?”

A shaky breath escapes before he replies, “I’ll ask the doctor and as soon as they say it’s okay, I’ll take you home.” He reached up to brush her hair behind her ear. “I’ll get you home soon, okay?”

She nodded and turned to look outside the window. Her hollow eyes that had no light in them staring off with a bleak expression made his heart ache.

Toru cleared the half-eaten food in front of her and waited a few minutes, long minutes before reaching for her hand. He runs his thumb over her knuckles before pressing his lips to them. “Talk to me, Y/n. I’m dying in your silence.” He pressed his forehead to her knuckles. “I’m trying to be patient and give you space and time but I want you to know I love you. I love you and I care about you. You are not alone, I’m right here with you and you don’t have to carry the burden alone. Let me in, let me help you.” His voice croaked, “please, Y/n.”

He looked up when he felt something drop on top of his head. With her eyes shut tightly, tears streamed down her cheeks as they dripped onto the top of his head. “Y/n,” he called her name softly, shifting to sit on the bed and pulling her into his embrace. “Cry, let it all out. I’m right here with you. I got you.”

Mateo sat quietly and obediently in Y/n’s lap as Toru pushed them in a wheelchair. They took a stroll outside, basking in the sun and fresh air.

“Look over there Teo – it’s a rabbit,” Y/n pointed ahead of them. Mateo observed the white fluffy animal, eyes staring intensely.

Putting the breaks in place, Toru stepped around and crouched down to their eye level. He gently poked his son’s chubby cheek before wiping the drool away. “Do you see the rabbit, Teo?”

Earlier when he went to pick up his son, he could tell that his son missed him just as much. When he picked him up from his playpen, he curled into his father’s embrace. He did the same the moment he saw Y/n in the hospital, together they hugged each other.

Toru’s smile faded as something moved from the corner of his eyes. His breath hitched slightly before he stood up, acknowledging Woojin.

Woojin has not returned since the day he left distraught. Toru also has not mentioned him to Y/n and she has not questioned him either, he wasn’t sure if she even remembered his presence before she had collapsed.

Looking up at Toru, she followed his line of sight and looked over her shoulders. “Woojin?”

“I wasn’t sure… if you were there that day or if I was hallucinating.” Y/n couldn’t admit that she had been thinking about Woojin the last few days until she collapsed.

Woojin sat on the bench and beside him was Y/n in her wheelchair.

“Why – why didn’t you tell me you were preg…” he inhaled sharply, “that you were pregnant?” Those words were much harder to say than he anticipated.

Y/n’s fingers fumbled and she remained silent for a second before quietly answering, “I was scared. I truly did not know I was pregnant. I was…” she couldn’t tell him she was sleeping with Toru, it was none of his business. “The timing was too close and you and I weren’t talking. I… Since I am with Toru, I thought I would take a test to determine, if it wasn’t… Toru then it had to be yours…”

From beside him, Woojin handed her a white envelope. “Your result.”

Her fingers trembled but she opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet within. Her eyes scanned the sheet until she saw Toru’s name and the result was marked negative beside his name.

The baby was not Toru’s.

She had a hunch but to have official results gave her closure.

So, it was Woojin’s baby.

Was.

Uncontrollable tears slipped down her cheeks.

Her baby was gone.

It didn’t matter who the father was, her baby was gone.

And it was all her fault.

Had she not been so impatient in wanting to know who the father was… had she just waited until they were born… had she just… accepted them regardless of who the father was…

“It’s all – it’s all my fault…”

Woojin effortlessly scooped her out of the wheelchair and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly. “No, it’s no one’s fault. The doctor said things like this happen… timing and… our baby wasn’t strong enough.”

Her fingers clenched his shirt tightly as her breath grew heavier, her tears soaking his shirt. “I… I wasn’t strong enough – for them…”

“Enough,” Woojin commanded softly, “it is okay to grieve but we have to move on.” He pressed his lips to her temple, enclosing her tighter in his embrace. He wished he could hold her forever in his arms. Y/n was truly someone he cared for and loved but he knew her heart was never his from the beginning.

Toru feels like he’s walking on eggshells with Y/n the following week after they’ve been discharged from the hospital. He has talked Y/n into staying with him so he can keep an eye on her. He didn’t know why he was surprised but he was when she agreed.

He thought of having Mateo stay with his parent during this time but Y/n was reluctant and wanted him home.

“It’s not your parent's responsibility,” she reasoned when he told her that Mateo would be staying with his parents as she recovered, he also reasoned that he wanted to give her his undivided attention.

“Don’t,” she croaked, “don’t treat me any differently than before.” She reached for the end of his t-shirt. “I need him as much as I need you too.”

He sighed, understanding, and brought Mateo home.

Everything about her was making him anxious, he felt like he was more on edge than her.

She carried on about her day. They would spend time together with Mateo, cuddle on the couch or if she were not in his unit, she would be at hers playing the piano, which seemed to be her source of solace.

Y/n began seeing a therapist, the only time Toru was reluctant to allow Y/n out of his sight alone.

“Toru.”

Y/n called his name quietly as he exited Mateo’s room after putting him down for the night. His eyes connected with hers as she was seated at the dinner table.

A rush of anxiety began clouding him.

In a flash, Y/n is in front of him with a look of concern. Her mouth is moving but he can’t hear her.

His vision blurred as if he was looking at Y/n through an inverted lens. A loud, annoying screech filled his ears, drowning out her words, though he could see Y/n’s mouth moving.

“Toru!” She shouted his name, cupping his face and forcing him to snap out of his trance. “Toru, look at me,” she begged, pulling his forehead down to hers. “Come back to me…”

Toru blinked, alternately closing and reopening his eyes. He felt both hot and cold. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he tried to push the dizziness away.

He released a breath and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close. “Don’t… don’t leave me… don’t leave us.”

Opening his eyes, he let it adjust to the lowly dimmed room. It was his living room.

He shifts and sees Y/n asleep leaning against the couch. He was lying on her lap. Turning his body, he nuzzles into Y/n’s belly. He will never get tired of her scent.

“Toru?” Y/n’s quiet voice called his name. She sits up and touches his forehead, “how are you feeling?”

“Yeah,” his voice croak, remembering the events earlier. “How – how long have we been sleeping?”

Y/n glanced at her watch, “maybe an hour or two? It’s just a little after midnight.” She exhales softly, “Toru, what happened?’

He swallowed, feeling shamed and embarrassed rush over him.

“Hey,” Y/n said, pulling him out of the darkness. “Don’t be ashamed that you had a panic attack… I’m here for you.”

Toru blinked, was that what it was? A panic attack? He’s never had one before.

“I was scared,” he finally uttered. “I was scared you were going to leave me, Teo, and me.”

“I won’t lie that I did not contemplate that – no – wait listen to me,” she saw how fast his eyes widened. “During therapy, Dr. Tsuchiya suggested maybe I need to take a vacation and get some fresh air outside my circle.” Her thumb smoothed the crease on his forehead, “I was going to visit a colleague in Vienna since that’s where I first stayed when I began my career after leaving Japan. This might help spark a new love for the piano.” She smiles down at him.

Closing his eyes, Toru inhales and exhales.

“I was going to bring it up with you but I can see how edgy you were and was going to wait…” She brushed his hair like how she often did with Mateo during feeding or trying to put him down for a nap. “I was only going to take a three-week vacation.”

Rolling onto his stomach, he buried his face against her tummy once again and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Three weeks is awfully a long time…”

“Toru, I think you should also find your love with volleyball again too. You don’t need to go back to playing professionally, but you should keep that passion alive.” She urges him to sit up, then crawls into his lap, straddling him. “We both put our careers on hold if you haven’t noticed and for the longest time, they were all we had – until we found each other. Don’t you agree?”

He nodded, “agreed.”

“And we should find that spark again.”

He nodded, “agreed.”

“Baby steps, it’ll be a little different but we’ll get there.”

He looks into her eyes for a few seconds, “together?”

She nodded, pressing her forehead against his. Closing her eyes, she cherished the intimacy of the moment. “Yes, together,” she promised, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

[Weeks later]

Y/n counted the long seconds as the elevator rode up to her floor.

As soon as the door dinged and opened, she rushed out. Instead of turning left to her unit as she had for years, she turned to the unit to the right.

Toru and Mateo had no idea she was arriving earlier than expected, that was her surprise to them.

It was nearly four in the morning in Japan, she was sure neither of them were up yet.

She entered the apartment as quietly as she could, setting aside her luggage, she hurried toward Toru’s bedroom.

She longed for this moment, to return to the two people she missed and loved most.

The three and a half weeks away from Toru and Mateo was treacherous but she needed it. She cried her eyes out the first night she arrived in Vienna, missing them two dearly. She needed this moment away for herself and she constantly reminded herself that it was to better herself, for herself, and Toru and Mateo.

She wanted to be the best version of herself for them.

On her second day in Vienna, Y/n dedicated herself to rediscovering her passion and connection with the piano. She collaborated with other pianists who also experienced stagnation, and with their help, she began to find herself again.

Toru’s room was dark but even in the dark, she could navigate through his room. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, but she could see the lump on the bed. She walked over to the bedside table where she knew there would be a lamp and switched it on, the warm yellow light dimly lit up the room.

With his back facing her, Y/n knelt on the bed and leaned over to press a kiss to his temple. “Toru, I’m home.”

He rolled over quickly, shifting himself on his elbow and rubbing his eyes, blinking as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Y/n?”

She was about to hug him but something else caught her eyes, something else besides Toru began shifting and whining.

“Mateo,” she cooed, pulling back the covers. The baby, who had grown so much in her eyes, scrunched up his face ready to cry for being disturbed. “Mateo,” she cooed again, rubbing his head. “I’m home baby.” Her voice only lulled him back to sleep, nestling closer into his father’s arm.

“You said you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow?” Toru said in a low tired voice.

Focusing her gaze on the man she loves wholeheartedly, “I missed you two too much and couldn’t wait another day to be home.”

He smiled, reaching to cup her face with one palm. “We missed you every second you were away, welcome home. Now, come sleep with us.”

. . .

Epilogue

“Oops,” Mateo’s finger stopped moving over the piano keys. He looked up at Y/n with wide eyes, “momma I hit the wrong note.”

“It’s okay baby, try again.” Y/n smiled, encouraging him to begin where he left off.

At two years old, Y/n began teaching him the piano and now at three almost four years old, he was able to play over a handful of piano pieces on his own.

Y/n watched her boy play with admiration and pride.

After her return from Vienna, she and Toru tied the knot in front of a handful of family members and friends. As an official family of three, they enjoyed traveling together and watching Mateo grow each day.

Toru found his new spark and accepted the role of coaching the boys’ volleyball team at their old high school.

Y/n wanted to focus her attention on Mateo, but any free time she had, she volunteered as an instructor to educate and inspire new pianists at the School of Piano in their hometown.

Y/n rubbed her pregnant belly, and at almost eight months, the unborn baby girl was quite active in her womb and had only calmed down when her brother began his piano practice for the evening.

She wasn’t going to deny the fear and anxiousness she felt when she discovered she was pregnant. They had been trying to conceive, wanting to give Mateo a sibling.

“I’ll be here with you, every step of the way,” Toru promised.

He rocked his hips, his cock slowly rubbing inside her tight pussy. The thought of trying to have another baby, one with Y/n, made Toru feel many different things. He was damn excited. He couldn’t wait to have a child or three with Y/n.

It was four months later when tears pooled her eyes when she saw the positive pregnancy test.

“I’m home!” Toru’s voice rang through their place. He walked through his unit and through the wide doorway that led into Y/n’s unit. They had reconstructed and turned their units into one.

Walking over to them, he pressed a kiss to Y/n’s lip, then Mateo’s head, and lastly, dropped down to one knee and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s belly. “I missed you guys.”

Mateo giggled and wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck, “hi daddy, I missed you too.”

Y/n rubbed her thumb against the stubble of his jaw while her other hand rubbed her belly, “we missed you too.”

. . .

E/n: Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU. For all your patience with me, and your kind and encouraging words. Thank you for hanging on this ship with me. We have reached our destination. I tried to make this chapter as realistic as possible, there's a handful of things that I'm like... "hmm, that wouldn't slide here in the US..." but needed to remind myself otherwise.

Now, one story done, going to wrap up Lord Gojo part 3. Stay tune - I have some spicy Lords coming soon.

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Roman Reigns + Correspondent!Reader (Part 5) 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

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2024

Your doorbell rings this evening as you relax for the holidays.

The big-time “War Games" television special lined up before everyone returned home.

Checking that peephole, you smiled beyond quiet laughter.

Members of the Original Bloodline would tower as this massive group.

“Open the door, Sis! We're cold out here.” Jey Uso almost shivered on this porch.

“Where's your key?” Messing with your brother, you stepped back.

“It's in my suitcase.” Jey would keep pulling dramatics. “Please!”

“Fine.” Sighing, you jokingly casted both eyes toward the ceiling before opening that door.

Jey opened both arms to embrace you first as Jimmy pulled faces, breaking the hug to make you laugh.

“Hey, not too much. I'm next. We did it! Happy holidays.” Jimmy offered his own kindness.

“Thanks, Jim.” Your smile brightened further as Jimmy welcomed himself past the main threshold.

“Um, excuse me?” Sami Zayn stepped forward with hesitation before grinning.

“Hi, Sami.” You greeted him. “Come in. I was just messing around.”

“Thank you.” Even as Jim welcomed Sami inside, Jey kept talking.

“Changing for Sami. All nice.” You'd hit me.” Jey laughed over your kindness on his way to the guest rooms.

“Dinner should be ready soon, Big Head.” You fooled around as Jey headed upstairs.

“Good. Nobody fed us at our press conference tonight! I'll be right back.” Jey told the truth.

Damn. You thought.

______

“I'm not bringing Punk to the house. I'm not doing that shit, all right?” Roman Reigns vented during this phone call while sitting in the back of one large truck.

“CM Punk is leaving the press conference as we speak.” Paul Heyman responded through emotion.

“I don't trust Punk outside of the ring and you know that.” Roman protected you once more. “Don't bring him around my lady again unless it's absolutely necessary.”

“Yes, My Tribal Chief.” Paul Heyman accepted terms before ending this call.

Reigns glanced out this back window, thinking of you.

*****

While setting up for dinner alongside Jimmy and Jey, you've laughed the whole time.

“Hallmark movie bullshit! He'll be sprung for the rest of his life.” Jimmy teased over your love for Roman.

“Aren't you with Naomi?” You quietly referenced another wrestler.

“Good point.” Jimmy would then stop messing around.

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“I'm here. Roman finally stepped in and hugged you from behind, prompting Jimmy and Jey to act grossed out while Sami laughed.

“Hi.” Your voice almost whispered.

“Hey.” Turing you around, Roman smiled against your lips to quietly feel better.

“Is everything okay?” You would always look for him.

“No, but we'll talk soon.” Ro kissed the top of your head and held your hand before dinner would start.

“Fair enough.” You agreed, just looking for happiness.

****

Drama no longer counted in this home.

“Hold on! Where's my plate, baby?” Roman laughed while towering your kitchen.

“Look around.” Smirking, you crossed both arms to mess with him.

“Don't start an attitude before Christmas.” Closing space with you, Roman had dropped that bun and loosened dark hair, outright shadowing his face.

This man studied your weaknesses and no one could take him away from you.

When you looked up, his burning stare grounded your footsteps.

“I love you so much, but listen to me.” Roman's strong voice pulled your attention. “If you keep this up, we'll go upstairs and I'm locking the door.”

Before you could even respond, his large hand slowly reached out. Calloused yet gentle fingers teased the pulse of your neck.

“Go ahead.” You grinned downward, not even flinching through your stance by this point.

“Oh?” Despite releasing his hand around your neck, Roman kept his word. “What do you want now? Tell me.”

“I'm not answering that question.” You pulled strings again.

“Know what?” Bright teeth clenched near you as his fingers curled the nape of your neck. “I don't need that plate yet.”

Lifting your weight, Roman purposely wrapped your legs around his waist and grounded you with his true brown eyes. Dark hair fell once more.

Before you could lean inward and kiss him, the doorbell rang.

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