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Hello! Can I please request a Rhea/reader where the reader thinks she’s home alone and is baking something to surprise Rhea with when she gets home. Reader has some music on and is singing and dancing to her playlist as she moves about the kitchen, totally lost in her own world and doesn’t hear that Rhea has arrived home. Rhea has never seen reader so carefree and is leaning against the doorway watching with a smile on her face when reader finally spots her 😊 just something super sweet and fluffy if you can, maybe with some cuddles and kisses?

Thank you!

awwww this is so cuteeeeeee i can definitely do this for you friend. thank you!

Sweetie Pie

content: you wanted to surprise your hot buff goth wrestler gf with a sweet treat to come home to :)

You woke up this morning in a fantastic mood because you had an idea last night that you couldn’t let go of. So you got up, made yourself some hot tea, made some scrambled eggs and began researching.

Scrolling and scrolling on pinterest, tiktok, instagram anything to give you some sort of idea. Finally you found something after a good 30 minutes of looking. It was simple but you knew that it would mean a lot to Rhea. You found a spicy apple pie recipe that would be perfect for a welcome home gift.

So you took your time getting ready, listening to music, picking out a comfy yet cute outfit. You had simple makeup and a slick back claw clip hairdo. Once you were satisfied with how you looked, you headed out to the store to buy the ingredients.

You wore your headphones while you were there so no one would talk to you, but you had a good time vibing to your music walking through the aisles looking for the things you need. You stumbled upon a few unnecessary small gifts for your girl that you decided to buy too.

Finally getting home, you started baking. Preheating the oven and getting the flour, spices, eggs and everything else ready to mix.

You turn on your speaker and blast your music. Of course you have a mini dance party before you get started to hype you up for Rhea’s home coming. You set the little gifts up on the kitchen table facing the door so that she sees them immediately when she walks in.

Singing your heart out, you get all your tools from the cabinets and drawers and set them out precisely.

“Alright baby,” you place your hands on your hips, “let’s go,” you said to yourself smiling.

You began to mix all the ingredients for the crust together, swaying your hips to the music as you did. Once it was ready, you covered it and placed it aside to start on the filling.

You cut the apples and mixed up the sweet and spicy base. The music was too loud for you to hear anything other than your thoughts, so you didn’t notice your girlfriend sneaking in.

Rhea smiled before she got to the door because she could hear your music from outside, she giggled to herself. She opened the door quietly even though you wouldn’t have heard it anyway. She slipped her shoes off and threw the bag on the couch before saying hello to the dogs for a good few minutes.

She didn’t tell you when she would be home because she wanted it to be a surprise. Usually when she does this, it’s later in the night so you thought you had plenty of time to get things ready.

The wrestler tiptoed through the living room to the kitchen doorway and leaned against it. She crossed her arms in awe as she watched you sway to the music, singing along while mixing.

Her icy blue eyes scanned the kitchen to try to figure out what you were making when she spotted the gifts displayed on the table. A wide grin grew on her face but she didn’t dare move in case you noticed.

She stood there for a good while just watching you do your thing. She admired how carefree you were, how you didn’t care how you looked or sounded while grooving to your playlist. Her heart grew bigger for you as she watched. She covered her mouth to hide the chuckles as you did a silly dance move.

As you finished the filling you turned to check the oven when you saw a figure in the corner of your eye. Your head whipped around to look, “SHIT,” you jumped back holding your chest.

All she did was laugh.

The two of you laughing for a second before you turned the music down, “How long have you been there?”

“Just enough,” said her toothy grin.

“I thought you’d be back later,” you walked towards her.

“Nope, that’s why I didn’t tell you,” she grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a deep kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby,” you kissed her once more. “Did you see that?” you pointed to the kitchen table.

“I did, thank you my love,” she smiled as she walked towards the gifts. She picked them up one by one admiring the thought of you getting these for her. “I love them,” she smiled.

“Good, now go away,” you pushed her towards the living room.

“What? Why?! I just got here!”

“I’m making something and I want to surprise you! I don’t care if you’ve already figured it out, go away,” you pushed her down onto the couch. “When I put it in the oven I’ll come back and you can tell me all about your weekend, okay?”

She let out a long dramatic sigh, “Fiinnneee.”

“Oh you’ll be alright, it won’t take long,” you gave her a wink before walking back into the kitchen.

It was about twenty minutes before you came back out. You plopped yourself down next to the beefy woman and laid your head on her shoulder. “Baking is hard,” you whined.

“I know it,” she giggled. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you in tight. She kissed the top of your head before she used her other hand to bring your chin up to meet her gaze. “But I know it will be amazing,” she gave you a soft smile before kissing you.

“I hope so, I don’t even know if we’ll like it,” you huffed.

“I love anything you do, I know I’ll love it,” she rubbed her thumb over your cheek.

You leaned into her touch, “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, my love.”

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Elimination Chamber || February 24 - 2024

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my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

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No thoughts, head empty, just Joseph Quinn as Enjolras (Les Misérables)

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“ She would have softened a heart of granite; but a heart of wood cannot be softened. ”

— Les Misérables, Fantine's Arrest ( Illustrated by Adriano Minardi, 1930 )

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I MAY HAVE MISSED HER HALF BIRTHDAY BUT I WILL BE DAMNED IF I MISS HAZEL GRACE LANCASTER’S ACTUAL BIRTHDAY THIS YEAR.

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“the guy with red hair”

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"when I look in her eyes, well I, just see the sky" bf and "I don't love you I'm just passing the time" bf

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[gently screams] 

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bts: love yourself  轉 ‘tear’ third studio album inspired posters

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Major confusion

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my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

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Sometimes "getting better" means it hurts less to get up in the morning. Means it is a bit easier to step into the shower. Means small things make you smile again. This is okay. "Getting better" doesn't have to be giant steps. I'm so proud of you, no matter what.