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[wrestlersownmyheart]

"Yeet Of Fate" Chapter 15 (Jey Uso X Female Reader)

Title: Yeet Of Fate Pairing: Jey Uso X Reader Summary: When you, an aspiring author, decide to take your skills to the world of wrestling, you decide to shadow and tag along with a couple of wrestlers to learn more about the sport for your upcoming book debut. None other than the Royal Rumble winner, Jey Uso, is the male wrestler you will be working with, and needless to say, that makes you nervous. You tell yourself, things will stay platonic. You tell yourself that…

Jey Uso is at the top of his game, the last thing he needs is a fan trailing around after him and fan girling all over the place. He wants to do his job, bask in the glory of it and call it a day. Not have to answer questions all day long from a wannabe writer. That's how he feels, until he meets Y/N face to face. She isn't what he expected. And he doesn't like to be wrong. As beautiful as she is… He will keep things platonic. He tells himself that…

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None

NOTE: I'll add a gif as soon as I can find one that fits the chapter!

*Credit to Gif owner--Not my gif*

Chapter 15

Jey followed Jimmy the whole drive, all the way to Y/N's house.

No pitstops.

Nothing.

They had the six hour drive made in a little less than five hours.

Just when Jey thought Jimmy was leading him into the boondocks, he pulled up in front of a large, two-story house with a white Jeep Rubicon in the driveway. He pulled up behind Jimmy and killed his rental. Then he was getting out of the car just as Jimmy was getting out of his.

They walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell.

In just a moment's notice, Naomi came to the door in her pajamas, complaining and saying, "How did I just know it was going to be you two? Why did you have to ring the doorbell? Do you know how long it took Y/N to fall asleep? She's only been asleep for an hour," she hissed at them. "I don't know how she does it in her condition-"

Behind Jey, Jimmy was frantically slashing across his throat with his hand, wordlessly telling Naomi to shut it. It finally dawned on her why, when Jey asked, "What condition? She's okay, yeah?"

"Oh, uh, well… she's just been really stressed and worrying about Gunther. She's not sleeping or eating much," Naomi answered.

Jey rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe you two should get going. She and I have a lot to talk about."

"If you think I'm leaving without saying goodbye to her, you're cra- Mmm!"

Jimmy clapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up, and then proceeded to lift her caveman style over his shoulder. He carried her out of the house and gave Jey a "You owe me" look while rolling Naomi's suitcase out behind them. All through this, Naomi was kicking and griping her head off.

As soon as they left, Jey locked the front door, and then looked up at the ceiling. Sensing that Y/N was mere feet above him in one of the rooms upstairs.

But he took his time. He wanted to get to know her better, so he looked through the lower rooms to see anything and everything that would tell him more about her.

He started with the living room and looked through all the photos she had mounted on the walls. She had school photos–he saw her senior photo and smiled at the innocence of it. She also had photos of family–he needed to ask her about her family, come to think of it.

He moved along the room and spotted the Bible on her coffee table. He appreciated that she had Faith. That was important to him as well. He took note of the decorating details: the curtains, knick knacks, and porcelain figurines she had displayed on various tables and shelves. Then he went to the kitchen and looked at the kind of food she ate. All healthy stuff, he thought as he looked around. He opened the fridge and saw almond milk, various cheeses, orange juice, and various other healthy items. She believes in taking care of herself, he added to himself. He was glad of that.

Finally, he walked to the stairs and made his way up them silently. He came to what looked like the master bedroom a couple doors down from the landing of the stairs, and looked inside the ajar door. The bed was empty but unmade and so he assumed this is where she was.

He stepped inside, and walked over to the bed–placed his hand on the mattress. It was still warm. She was here. He noticed a pink YEET shirt laying next to the pillow. He picked it up and smelled it, having a suspicion that it had been a shirt he wore. Sure enough he smelled not only his cologne on the shirt, but her fragrance as well mingled with it.

Realization dawned then.

She still loves me. Otherwise, why would she sleep with my shirt? And then he thought, after everything I said–did–to her…

Suddenly, he heard a toilet flush. He looked around and saw a closed door where the sound was coming from–an ensuite bathroom. He froze.

The door opened, and Y/N emerged, instantly spotting Jey by her bed, holding the shirt that was so dear to her heart. "J-Jey?..."

His eyes roved over her, and stopped at her stomach.

"You're pregnant?!"

The blood drained from her face, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she fell in a dead faint. Jey darted forward and caught her, keeping her from hitting the floor. He caught her up in his arms and cradled her to his chest as he carried her to the bed, gently laying her on the mattress.

"Come on, Mama…" he said softly. "Come back." He placed the back of his hand to her cheek, and noted that she felt a bit warm. He hurried into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, wet it down at the lavatory and then came back to her, placing the cloth on her forehead. She moaned softly, shifting her head on the pillow.

"That's it, baby. Come back to me." He kissed the back of her hand, and waited patiently for her to awaken.

Her eyes fluttered and slowly opened. Instantly, her gaze fell on him, and she gasped.

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Something woke you up. You weren't sure what though. You just came awake, and felt the unsettling urge to go pee. So, you got out of bed groggily, and walked into your bathroom and took care of your business, then washed your hands at the lavatory.

You stepped out of the ensuite bathroom, and immediately spotted Jey at your bedside, his YEET shirt in his hands.

Jey.

"J-Jey?"

You saw his gaze roam over your body, and stop at your stomach.

He looked beyond shocked. "You're pregnant?!"

You felt yourself falling, but couldn't stop yourself. Everything went black.

You vaguely were aware of Jey's voice, and the feeling of him carrying you.

"Come on, Mama… Come back."

You faded out again briefly, and then came to once more, feeling a cool wet cloth on your forehead. It felt amazing with the hot flush you were having. A soft moan passed your lips and you turned your head slightly.

You heard Jey say, "That's it, baby. Come back to me."

A kiss to your hand.

You opened your eyes, and instantly spotted Jey sitting on the edge of your bed, holding your hand.

You tried to sit up in the bed but Jey kept you laying down by caging you in with his muscled arms.

"How-?... What are you doing here? Where's Naomi?"

Jey brought his finger to your lips and silenced you.

"I'm here because Jimmy told me that Gunther is after you again."

You rolled your eyes. You should have known Jimmy would find a way to get Jey to come to you.

"Well, it's not your problem. I'm handling it just fine without your help," you lied.

"It is my problem," Jey said, taking the cloth from your head and pressing it into the hot skin of your neck. You closed your eyes in the ecstasy of the cold, wet cloth cooling you down. "You and this baby are mine. I'm not going to stand by and let him hurt you. Either of you."

"What do you care? You left me in the hospital, Jey. You left me, without a goodbye or anything." You took a breath preparing to unload on him. "I've been so scared this whole time, because I'm going to be a single mother. Do you know how frightening that is?" Before you even realized it, tears were streaming down your face. Jey seemed to realize you needed to let everything out, so he allowed you to do that.

But now, with everything you were feeling, you couldn't manufacture a single word. You simply sobbed and cried. Finally, you were able to speak. "What did I do that was so wrong? Why didn't you want me–love me? Why did you tell me you did, and then so coldly turn your back on me when I needed you most?"

"Jey, stroked your arm as you cried and that just seemed to make the tears come harder.

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. I did and do love you. I lied to you that night in the hospital. I lied to protect you. I thought you'd be safer here, than with me. I have a huge target on my back right now. And that puts a target on you too."

"I have needed you so badly, Jey."

"I know. And if you give me the chance, I'll spend my life making it up to you."

"I don't know, Jey. I'm so confused now. I have a lot to think about." You yawned and then groaned as a contraction hit you.

"What's wrong," Jey demanded, his hand going to your belly. He could feel the contractions hitting you hard.

"Just leave, Jey." You cried out. "It's only Braxton Hicks. They'll stop if you leave and let me calm down."

"I don't want to leave you."

"You have to!" You sobbed. "This can bring on actual labor, and it's too soon for the babies to arrive."

"Babies!?"

"Yes, I'm having twins. Now go! Please!"

"I'm not going far." Jey said, easing up off the bed. He slowly walked out of the room and left the door ajar.

You settled yourself against the pillows and willed the contractions to stop.

You had so much on your mind now. So much.

What were you going to do?

Would you let Jey back in? Or were you better off without him?

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[krafterwrites]

Solaris And Eagles

Recently I've been thinking about how all the eagle imagery in 06 relates to Solaris, because I've found it to be deeper than I first thought. It's a reasonable assumption that all of the eagle stuff is simply a representation of Solaris' final form, since the crest of Soleanna does resemble it

However, if more obscure details are taken into account, it could be theorized that it's actually the other way around; Solaris' final form is based on the crest. Let's start by talking about something from 06 that involves actual eagles: these statues. These eagle statues only show up during End Of The World, and touching them resets the unraveling of reality, temporarily closing the eyes of Solaris. These statues, despite seemingly being based on Solaris due to his depiction as an eagle, directly work against him

This leads me to believe that eagles are a symbol of good, and the reason Solaris is commonly depicted as one despite his evil is due to the misinterpretation of him by Soleanna's people. This dialogue seems to imply that Solaris begun being worshipped after saving the town from a massive fire, but since we know that Solaris is a fire god with malevolent tendencies, it can also be interpreted that he started the fire that he saved the city from. This would mean that both the fire (the force of evil) and the eagle (the force of good) were him, but the people only recognized him as the latter. This is why he's always depicted as an eagle. At least, he always is in modern Soleanna

In Dusty Desert, Solaris is not depicted as an eagle. He is instead consistently depicted as a Griffon, a being with the head of an eagle but the body of a different animal. This is accurate to Solaris' first form, which has an eagle shaped head but otherwise does not resemble the bird. However, it also fits as an analogy for Solaris and his involvement in the aforementioned legend. Like a Griffon, Solaris has the head of an animal that symbolizes good, but he is not actually one

So, how does this all return to the original thesis? After all, even though Solaris isn't actually an eagle, his final form does still resemble the one seen on the crest and in stained glass from Kingdom Valley. However, there is one important part missing: the eagle's head

The darker grey parts of Solaris are light shells, which seem to not truly be a part of Solaris' body like the lighter parts are, since they're capable of being broken off. The "head" that Solaris has in his first phase, the only part of him that looks like an eagle, is one of these light shells. The first phase ends with it being broken, causing him to no longer have any resemblance to the way that he's depicted by the people who worship him. As a response he shifts his entire body to resemble this depiction, but without the head, its still an imperfect imitation

If you read all the way through this, thank you! I had a really good time writing this. Also shoutout to @sonic-the-hedgehog-2006, I probably wouldn't have realized all of this if I hadn't seen that one post talking about the Dusty Desert ruins

[anomalyaly]

[vaguely-concerned]

powerful mental image of lucanis expounding passionately about any given one of his limited but extremely deep areas of interest (the wyvern/knives/coffee/cooking/murder continuum of lucanis dellamorte special interests if you will) while rye lounges around and Beholds him with palpable twink boutta pounce energy

[sasammy]

I figure I should do a WIP / sketch drop since I haven't really been drawing recently or finished a lot of this stuff and if I don't post it now some of these will never see the light of day. Especially since I forgot half of them existed.

Mostly Lucia but there's also a few Matts as well as like 2 Glenns, 2 Angeals, a rare Sephiroth and even a Genesis.

[canisalbus]

Different Italian anon, but the thing with Tuscan C is that it's pronounced like a very strong H sound, which is extra weird cuz the letter H makes no sound in Italian, normally. It sounds the way Spanish pronounce the J. We say it's "aspirato". So then people from there will say things like Hoha Hola (coca cola), and it's funny. It's also extremely contagious, I got family in Florence, you spend 3 days with them you start doing it too before you even realize.

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[solanumflare]

I am 5 seconds from writing an essay on why till was never actually in love with mizi and he in fact just idolizes her but wasn't able to really tell the difference between those things because every show of love he grew up seeing (mizi and sua, and how ivan acted towards till) was somewhere between romantic feelings and worship so obviously he'd take one look at his own feelings of "I like mizi for all these reasons and think she's great and I want to be near her" and think yes this is romantic attraction. of course. naturally

yeah this is me projecting onto till but also it makes SENSE. like this fucker grew up around mizi literally calling sua her god. why do we think he's going to understand the difference between idolization and worship and actually being in love with someone. he grew up with ivan chasing him and only having eyes for him. why do we think he's going to understand the difference between wanting to be noticed and actually being in love with someone. mizi experiences her love for sua as sua being her god, the center of her life, absolutely everything, someone who owns her heart and is her whole world. and till probably hears her say this. and he decides that because his life centers on mizi (and wanting validation from her), he must be in love too

the way he is about mizi reminds me soooo much of myself when i was younger. I'd pick a person to latch onto and ignore everyone else and want them to look at me and talk to me and treat them saying my name as the best moment of my life and think that was love (it was actually hyperfixating on people and also I don't have romantic attraction)

its also the. the fuckin. the error no better options line in unknown. till needs someone to latch onto, someone to chase, someone to worship. everything sucks. everything absolutely sucks in his life. he needs someone to cling to and mizi is the person his eyes land on

this is getting into a realm where its going further and further from anything that canon has even ever implied but I don't care. full headcanon mode: aromantic till

grabs you by the shoulders please listen to what I am saying. I promise you it makes sense. I promise I'm not insane. till is some flavor of aromantic and he just has decided to call whatever he feels about mizi love because of a series of misinterpretations when really he just thinks she is pretty and cool and wants to be noticed by her. oblivious little fucker. this guy is the butterfly meme but the guy is till and the butterfly is labeled "thinking mizi is really cool and wanting her to notice me" and the caption says "is this romantic attraction?"

like no it's not. lmao

you have to imagine me standing in front of the tedtalk sign as I'm saying all of this by the way

[mbirnsings-71]

Tfw I draw a silly little thing for tumblr and then my power decides to go out while finishing it like- really? Wow-

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[myreia]

✦ D I S C I P L E O F T H E H A N D

Alchemy for potions. Blacksmithing for repairs. Leatherworking and weaving for mending. She is not an artisan, but the basic skills she has picked up over the years have served her well. Self-sufficiency has always been at the forefront of her mind, and she is pleased that she can keep herself afloat when needed. Besides, crafting is relaxing. A hobby or two here and there is good for her mind. —level 90 compendium

[dafpork]

dafpork is like a modern day speakeasy to me because everyone comes in like it’s forbidden but since it’s the modern day it’s perfectly normal. Little secret club

LMAO YES!!! THIS IS A REALLY GOOD ANALOGY.. AND SEE IT'S SO FUNNY because i'm like I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FORBIDDEN... i'm such an accidental hypocrite in that regard because i'm like "i want more people to talk about them i want people to be loud and proud it makes me sad to hear that people might have been initially embarrassed to ship them there's so much to love :(((( anyway here's my SHITTY ART of these people i HATE i'm so EMBARRASSED thanks for putting up with me in my SHAME CORNER UGH i'm so EMBARRASSED they're so EMBARRASSING i SUCK they SUCK it all SUCKS" LOL and i do mean it in a joking manner... mostly... but i'm kind of now at the point where i'm like. Okay well you're going to have to put in some more legwork if you want people to talk about them. (but, again, just the fact that people talk about and support them enough is so great! it's so weird and wonderful to me that people are calling it on dafpork on platforms other than this one, people who may not know i exist... it's cool hearing a term you and your friend came up with in a private discord be used, it shows how much growth there HAS been since there really used to be nothing!)

a dafpork speakeasy sounds so cool though oh my god can you imagine Porky and Daffy themed cocktails...............

COME JOIN US AT THE DAFPORK SPEAKEASY. which, you are not supposed to advertise that a speakeasy is a speakeasy. but it's subversive. like Daffy. or something. this is your sign to play pig and duck with us. yes you

[nattikay]

man just really not vibing with the fandom at large recently

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

So, Book of Bill, huh?

[saturnaous]

I never stop thinking about them.

SEND ME ART REQUESTS BOY

[mjrdm]

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[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist