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You know what doesn’t motivate me to work on my fics?

Seeing ai fics with ai art getting thousands of likes, reblogs, and positive comments…

That just absolutely kills any creativity I have…

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Wicked Flame

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: No one saved Rhea when Dom betrayed her, except you. A quiet shadow, always watching and always waiting.

The night he turned on her, the world didn’t stop.

Not like it should have.

No thunder split the sky. No crowd rioted in protest. No one screamed when she stood there, alone in the ring, mascara bleeding into her warpaint.

Rhea Ripley bled silently, from the inside out.

But you saw it all.

You always watched her. From the corners of the arena, in the places where lights didn’t touch.

They called you many things, monster, freak, that thing Wyatt left behind.

But you were more than that.

You were hers.

Even if she didn’t know it yet.

You watched her go home that night alone.

Watched her wipe blood from her nose in the hallway mirror. Watched her force a smile to the fans at the airport.

You saw every tear she wouldn’t let fall.

And that was the moment something cracked in you, something buried and wild.

You wouldn’t let her be abandoned, not like that.

Not ever again.

So you planned.

Quietly. Patiently.

Every trap, every misstep, every whisper in the dark, all perfectly placed. When Liv Morgan bragged too loud? You cut the mic.

When Dom climbed too high? You shook the ladder.

When they gloated over Rhea’s fall?

You painted a new future in their blood.

It built to a fever pitch, all of it, weeks of sabotage, of strange lights flickering, of unexplained malfunctions. And then, the match was made.

You versus Liv. For the title.

No one expected you to win.

But they didn’t understand that you weren’t fighting for gold.

You were fighting for her.

The bell rang.

It wasn’t elegant.

It wasn’t pretty.

It was brutal.

Liv’s shriek as you slammed her down for the final time echoed in the arena like a hymn.

You didn’t pin her with pride. You barely looked at the belt when it was handed to you. It was weightless in your hands.

All that mattered was her.

And she was there.

Rhea. At the top of the ramp.

She hadn’t meant to come. You knew that. You had sent no message. No warning.

But she had come anyway, called by something neither of you could name.

You turned toward her slowly, blood on your lips, title in your hands and dropped to one knee in the centre of the ring, holding the championship out like an offering.

The house lights dimmed as if the world itself wanted to hear your vow.

“If you want it,” you said, voice quiet but sure, “it’s yours.”

Rhea stood frozen. The crowd murmured, confused.

But you didn’t break eye contact.

You continued, softer now.

“If you want to wear this belt again, I’ll lie down for you. Gladly. If you want revenge, I’ll chase them into the dark and end what they started. And if you want to set this world on fire, Rhea… I’ll hold the match.”

Silence.

She stepped forward slowly, boots heavy on the ramp, her eyes rimmed in disbelief and something else.

You swallowed, heart racing.

“I’ve watched you suffer. And I hated it. I hated how they made you feel less than what you are. You’re ruin and power and heartbreak wrapped in a soul nobody’s ever been brave enough to love properly.”

Rhea reached the ropes. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t.

“I’ll never make you beg for care. I’ll never leave you behind. I’ll give you everything I am,” you whispered. “Even the broken parts.”

A long, breathless pause.

Then she entered the ring.

And before the crowd could breathe, she dropped to her knees before you and kissed you like she’d been waiting her whole life to be ruined by you.

The belt clattered to the mat.

Neither of you noticed.

Not when her fingers gripped your jaw, trembling. Not when your hands found her waist like they belonged there. Not when Liv moaned on the floor, forgotten.

The only thing that mattered was the way Rhea kissed you like her heart was breaking and healing all at once.

When she finally pulled away, her voice was wrecked, small.

“Where the hell were you when I needed someone to love me like that?”

You leaned your forehead to hers.

“I was already loving you. I just hadn’t bled for you yet.”

She laughed wetly, wrapping her arms around you so tightly you thought she might never let go.

And she didn’t.

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A Silent Kind of Love

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Summary: Jason Voorhees has only ever known fear and cruelty, until you. You don’t run. You don’t scream. Instead, you leave flowers by the lake and whisper soft words into the wind. 

The world had never been kind to Jason.

He had known fear before he had even understood what it meant, seen it in the way people screamed at the sight of him, in the way they ran, in the way their eyes filled with horror as they gazed upon the monster they believed him to be. 

They never looked deeper, never saw beyond the mask, beyond the scars, beyond the silence and the mask.

And then, there was you.

You weren’t supposed to be here. 

Crystal Lake wasn’t a place for outsiders, not anymore. 

It belonged to the ghosts, to memories, to the vengeful force that kept its borders clear of the living. But you came anyway, drawn by something you couldn’t name.

At first, Jason watched from a distance. 

He had spent years in the shadows, becoming one with them, learning how to be unseen. He expected you to leave, to take one look at the abandoned cabins and whisper the same fearful stories that had kept others away. But you didn’t.

You stayed.

You walked along the lake. 

And then, one day, you left something behind, a single flower, carefully placed at the edge of the water. 

Jason didn’t understand at first. Was it an accident? A meaningless gesture? 

But when he found another the next day, and then another, something unfamiliar started inside him.

You weren’t afraid.

You should have been.

But you spoke to him, even when he didn’t answer.

“I know you’re there.”

The first time you said it, Jason almost left.

But you didn’t chase him. 

You didn’t try to find him. 

You simply sat by the lake and talked, your voice gentle as you spoke of things that didn’t matter.

No one had ever spoken to him like that. No one had ever spoken to him at all.

He told himself it was nothing, that you would leave like everyone else, that you were just another momentary presence in a world that had never been meant for him. 

But then, one evening, as you walked through the woods, you tripped on an exposed root, falling hard against the ground.

Jason moved before he could think.

He caught you, his hands large and unsteady, his body tense as if expecting you to recoil the moment you realized what had happened.

Your skin was warm beneath his fingers. 

Too warm. Too soft. 

It had been so long since he had touched another person since anyone had been this close. 

He waited for you to scream, to pull away, to look at him with that same wide-eyed horror.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you exhaled, your hands bracing against his chest as you steadied yourself. And then, so gently he almost didn’t believe it, your fingers brushed against his wrist.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Jason flinched. 

Not because he was afraid, but because he didn’t know how to process something so foreign. 

Kindness.

He stepped back, disappearing into the trees before he could see the look in your eyes.

But you didn’t stop leaving flowers. You didn’t stop whispering soft words into the night.

And Jason didn’t stop watching.

Days passed. Then weeks.

You were determined, and patient in a way no one had ever been with him. 

Slowly, cautiously, Jason let himself be seen. 

First, just shadows at the edge of your vision. Then, his figure stood farther down the shore as you sat by the water. 

And then, one day, he let you approach.

He never spoke. You never asked him to.

Instead, you sat beside him, close enough that he could feel your warmth but not so close that he felt trapped.

"Do you want me to leave?" you asked one evening, your voice soft as you turned to him.

Jason knew he should nod. 

That would be the right thing, the safest thing. But he didn’t.

You smiled then, something small, and it was the first time Jason wondered if maybe, just maybe, the world hadn’t been entirely cruel.

The first time you touched his mask, he stopped breathing.

It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger. 

It was deeper, something raw.

Your fingers were careful, tracing the edges of it with curiosity, not force. And when your hand dropped away, you didn’t try to take it off. 

You simply looked at him, really looked at him, as if trying to see the man beneath the legend.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” you murmured.

Jason didn’t know how to answer, so he didn’t. 

But later that night, when he found himself standing by your cabin, watching the soft glow of your lantern flicker through the window, he realized something terrifying.

He didn’t want you to leave.

He didn’t want to be alone again.

And for the first time in his life, Jason Voorhees understood what it meant to love.

Not the kind of love found in whispered promises or gentle words, Jason had never known those things, never needed them. 

Love, to him, was something unspoken. 

It was the way he lingered near, ensuring you were safe. It was the way he stepped between you and danger without hesitation. It was the way he let you touch him, let you stay, let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t doomed to be alone forever.

So when the day came that someone tried to take you from him—when they entered his woods with cruel laughter and careless threats—Jason didn’t hesitate.

They would not take you.

They could not.

And when it was over, when the threat was gone, Jason expected you to fear him.

Instead, you reached for his hand.

"You're not a monster," you whispered, squeezing his fingers in reassurance. "Not to me."

Jason had no words. He never did. But when he pulled you close, when he let himself feel the warmth of your body against his, when he let you hold him like he was something more than a nightmare, he knew.

You were his.

And he was yours.

No one would ever take you from him again.

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Her | Uncle Howdy/ Bo Dallas Part 4

Summary: Liv finds out about the qualifier match, and tries to “help” the reader but causes her to lose the opportunity. Reader blames herself & leaves her ribbon behind, thinking she doesn’t deserve it. Uncle Howdy picks it up & plans to give it back personally.

Requested by: Anonymous

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes.

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Taglist: @kcloveswrestling @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings @rise-against-the-machine

"You have a match tonight?" Someone asked behind you in gorilla. You bit your lip and tensed your shoulders. That voice could only belong to one person.

"Hey," you greeted as you turned around. Liv stood with her arms crossed over her chest. She had a suspicious look on her face. Raquel was on her right. If looks could kill, you would most certainly be dead. Knowing there was no way of lying out of this, you confessed. "Yeah, Nick Aldis talked to me just before the show. It was a last minute call."

The two women looked at each other. Liv turned to you before smiling. "I can't believe you wouldn't tell us. You know we are friends, girl. Come on, Raquel, we have to make sure she wins."

The short blonde patted her hand against your arm. A couple of times, you winced at the pain. Your entrance music played through the speakers of the arena. The three of you made your entrance.

The match was rough. Never a fan of a triple threat match, you had to make sure none of your opponents snuck up behind you. Liv and Raquel were too busy yelling at Wade and Joe to pay attention to you.

"Why don't you watch your friend's match? She is close to qualifying for Money in the Bank!" Wade yelled at them loud enough for you to hear. You stood on the top rope to perform your final move.

Liv and Raquel turned to see you. Liv seemed excited for you. She climbed onto the top of the ring just outside the ropes next to you. She was yelling at you to hurry up. You were yelling at her to get down. The referee walked over to yell at Liv to get down. Raquel started to yell at the referee that they were allowed here.

In the chaos, you hadn't seen one of your opponents recover. She grabbed you and flipped you off the top rope to land roughly on the mat. Liv jumped down from the ring as your opponent performed their final move on you. Still shocked by the events that transpired, you didn't kick out in time. The match was done. Your dreams of making it to this year's Money in the Bank and win streak were over.

While your opponent celebrated in the middle of the ring, you sat at the edge. Tears begged to fall. Liv was the first to run to you.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. Come on."

You followed Liv backstage. Raquel was close behind. A few tears managed to streak down your face. This wasn't fair. You had that match in your hands. If only Wade hadn't told them how close you were to winning. Now, you were sitting on a big costume box. A storm of emotions raging inside of you.

"You are still learning, rookie. Next time, don't let yourself get distracted."

Your head shot up to look at her. Tears still filled the bottom of your eyes. She couldn't be blaming you right now.

"Why did you get on the ring? It was my match."

Liv put her hands up in the air. She was shocked that you were insinuating it was her fault. "I was cheering for one of my closest friends. People cheer for you outside the arena. Are you saying they are responsible for your loss, too?"

Your silence answered her question.

"Exactly," she said and stepped up close to you. "Making friends in this business is hard. Make sure you don't piss off the wrong people."

You nodded as you stared at the ground.

"Great! Come on, Raquel. Let's see what the others are doing. It's all sad in here."

Liv skipped away as Raquel followed her. You sniffled as you placed your elbows against your knees and bent over. The ribbon brushed against your fingers.

"My lucky ribbon," you told yourself. You grabbed the ribbon and removed it from your hair. The soft fabric that once comforted you made you feel smaller. Someone thought you were going to win. Now, you were just a failure. A little child crying backstage. Maybe you were called up too early. "I don't deserve this."

You stood up to throw it away in the trash. When you went to throw it away, you couldn't. After the third failed attempt, you went back to the box you were sitting on and placed it down.

"I'm sorry I failed you," you whispered as if you were apologizing to the person. You left the ribbon on the box and walked towards the lockerroom to change.

Uncle Howdy turned a corner and saw the ribbon. He watched as you walked away from him. The ribbon left behind on the box. The mysterious wrestler grabbed the ribbon and watched you. The smell of your shampoo and perfume laced in the fabric. He reached out his hand as if you would suddenly come back for the ribbon he left. You never did.

"Hers," he whispered.

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Her | Bo Dallas / Uncle Howdy Part 3

Summary: Another gift is left.

Author's Note: I got your ask, but I already had this written out. I hope it's okay, babe. ❤️ Please let me know if you want to tweak anything.

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You walked into the locker room and closed the door quickly. Your fingers fiddled with the black ribbon in your hair. Things in your career were certainly heading for the better. Tears sprung to your eyes. This was too good to be true.

"I have a Money in the Bank qualifier match next week," you announced into the empty locker room. A few tears fell down your cheeks. A few weeks ago, you thought this would be the end of your career. Now, you were the surprise entrant in the Money in the Bank qualifying match next week on Smackdown.

You didn't bother to tell Liv or Raquel. A part of you knew they wouldn't exactly be thrilled. Neither women were in the Money in the Bank ladder match. Besides, Liv was currently busy on RAW with figuring things out with Dominik and Roxanne Perez. This was a secret better kept between yourself and General Manager Nick Aldis.

"Maybe I should go before he changes his mind," you told yourself. Once you were closer to your bag, you noticed another gift resting on top.

A small black silk bag with a note attached to it.

You carefully picked up the bag and opened the top. A silver chained necklace was inside with a silver pewter made rabbit's foot. Your fingers lightly touched the foot. Confused, you turned your attention to the note.

The note was written in the same handwriting when you were gifted the feather and the ribbon. Two things that you still held close to you.

I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.

You have worked hard these last few weeks, but if you feel the need to rely on luck, this rabbit's foot will guide you through Money in the Bank.

Until we meet again.

"Again?" You asked. "Who are you?"

As expected, there was no answer. The only sound in the room came from the hum of the air conditioning. You sat in the chair and sighed. This person was leaving you so many thoughtful gifts and you wished to thank them. They had been on your mind constantly and seemed to really believe in you.

Once you placed the necklace around your neck, you paused. No one knew you were in next week's Money in the Bank qualifier match. Nick Aldis wouldn't tell anyone. You certainly hadn't told a single soul except for the dust mites currently living in the locker room.

Your fingers fiddled with the necklace nervously. Resigning that this may be a mystery you wouldn't solve, you hid the necklace with your shirt and walked to your car.

In another part of the arena, a rocking chair rocked slowly. Uncle Howdy thanked Rambling Rabbit and Abby the Witch for watching over you. He lifted his finger and motioned for Huskus the Pig to come to him.

"The spirits of the bayou have confided in me," he told him. "She treads in dangerous waters."

The pig nodded slowly in understanding.

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Her | Bo Dallas/ Uncle Howdy Part 2

Summary: Reader gets a weird gift backstage.

Thank you for the kind words, Anon. ❤️ I LOVED THAT BO DALLAS "HER" STORY, PLEASE WRITE A PART 2 🙏🙏

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"Hey, you didn't answer our calls or texts. Is everything okay?" Liv asked. Her head titled slightly as she studied your facial expressions.

"Busy," you replied shortly. Your eyes avoided making eye contact with them. Truthfully, you were pissed at her and Raquel for not giving you a heads up on your opponent. The moment with Uncle Howdy hasn't quite settled in you yet. The way he stared at you like you were the only one there. Why?

"Hey, hey! Okay, we didn't tell you that your opponent would be Nikki Cross. We didn't have time. Things were happening so fast, and the match was next. That was on us," Liv told you. She placed her hands on her chest. "But you know we are your friends, right?"

Raquel nodded behind her. A smile pressed on her face.

"Look," you sighed and finally looked at them. There were so many things you wanted to tell them, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. You held your hands up. "Water under the bridge."

"That's my girl," Liv squealed and hugged you. You smiled briefly and patted her back. "I knew it was just a misunderstanding. Now, don't let that loss get you down. I know how bad you are with confidence. Just shake it off, and you'll get them next time."

"Shake it off, right," you agreed awkwardly. "I have to go get ready for my match."

"I am so glad we cleared all that up. Aren't you Raquel?"

"Absolutely."

You smiled and walked away from your "friends." General Manager Nick Aldis booked another match for you following the fiasco against Nikki Cross. Your confidence definitely took a hit. Losing streaks were not a good thing on the ego.

Once in the locker room, you walked to your locker to get ready for your match. You noticed something odd on the bag. Carefully, you peered at the object.

A black feather wrapped in black lace ribbon. This was placed on your bag on purpose. You looked around the bag to see if someone left a note. Finally, you found one on a piece of parchment.

If you want to fly, give up everything that weighs you down.

There was no name on who left the note. The hairs on the back of your neck rose again. You felt like you were being watched. It didn't feel like a threat, though. This felt like an old friend was watching you. A quick turnaround revealed that no one was in the locker room with you. Whoever left the gift must have heard you, though, or knew about your struggles with confidence.

You fiddled with the feather between your fingers. How did this get this feather? Why this particular feather? You weren't sure how long you had looked at this feather before realizing your match was coming up. Quickly, you unwrapped the lace ribbon and tied it with your ponytail. In a few seconds, you were ready for your match.

The match wasn't as brutal as the one fought against Nikki Cross. You had the upper hand for the majority of the time. One moment, your opponent threw you to the turnbuckle. She jumped up on the second rope and started to punch your head. The referee yelled at them to let you go. Your opponent didn't listen.

In the middle of blocking their shots, you felt the ribbon between your fingers. The black lace comforted you. Someone was looking out for you in the company. You couldn't let them down. Gathering enough strength, you shoved the wrestler away from you. She fell on her back. The crowd cheered as you climbed to the top rope and performed your finisher.

Wasting little time, you crawled over and pinned the wrestler. The referee counted to three, and the match was over. You won. You stood over your defeated opponent in shock. Your hands removing the lace ribbon from your ponytail. The referee raised your hand to mark you as the winner. Your eyes followed the ribbon to make sure it wasn't lost in the commotion.

Backstage, a group of wrestlers were watching your match. A man sat in a rocking chair with the others around him. He turned to face the man in a Buzzard mask.

"Thank you, Buzzard, for coming up with such a thoughtful gift for her and you, Nikki, for leaving it for her," Uncle Howdy whispered as he watched you celebrating you win. He smiled as if he had won, but to him, he did.

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Her | Bo Dallas/ Uncle Howdy

Summary: The Wyatt Sicks makes a visit to Raw. Reader from TJD takes Liv’s place to face Nikki Cross after Liv is “injured.” During the match reader lands in front of Uncle Howdy & makes eye contact. Reader is a little spooked but Howdy seems…smitten. After her loss & a quick pat on the back by Liv, reader has a strange feeling she’s being watched.

Requested by: Anon

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"I just don't know what to do, Raquel. I am not medically cleared, and I have a match tonight against Nikki Cross," Liv complained loudly in the Judgment Day compound. She pouted to Raquel and batted her eyes.

The tall Latina laughed. She knew Liv wasn't going to like this match. "In your dreams, am I going against her and that weird cult family. Ask the new girl. She wants to impress you."

You walked inside the Judgment Day lockerroom. The two women smiled at you. A plan hatched inside the New Jersey blonde's head.

"Did you see my arm? Being a good girlfriend is so hard," she pouted. The veteran wrestler stuck out her arm for her to see.

"Careful, Livvy, you don't want to hurt it more," Raquel commented. She rubbed her back to ease any discomfort she may experience.

"What happened to your arm?" You asked.

"I made Dom some chicken nuggets this weekend. I took them out of the oven with one arm and twisted my wrist," Liv answered. She groaned in pain and brought her arm to her chest.

"I am so sorry. Is there anything I could do?" You asked.

"There is, but I think it would be too much to ask," Liv sighed and looked away. "I couldn't burden you with something this big."

"What is it?"

"A match. It is supposed to start now...."

"I'll do it."

You knew you should have asked her about the match or at least who your opponent would be. When the arena went dark in the stadium, your heart stopped. The fans turned on their flashlights on the cellphones to resemble fireflies. The song for the Wyatt Sicks started to play.

Fog started to disperse from the top of the entrance ramp down. Nikki Cross was the first to appear. She crawled out of the smoke. The blood in your face drained. The contents of your stomach wanted to evacuate onto the ring.

The rest of the Wyatt Sicks appeared behind her. Long, confident strides as they made their way to their corner of the ring. Your stomach churned some more as Nikki made it inside the ring. The referee signaled for the match to start. The bell rang, and all your nerves intensified.

The match was split down the middle. Nikki had an advantage over you, and then you would pull off a surprise and overpower her. Things were going back and forth until Nikki performed an Irish Whip. You managed to go over the top rope and land on the floor.

Searing pain shot up your spine as you slowly rolled to your stomach. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your shoulder blades towards the back. A pair of boots suddenly appeared in front of your vision. Not recognizing the shoes before you, you slowly looked up.

To your horror, you managed to land outside the ring on Nikki's corner. The man standing over you just so happened to be Mercy the Buzzard. He bent over to get a better look at you. His head cocked to the side. You moved to a sitting position and slid backward away from him. He stood up and laughed. It didn't take long to figure out why.

Your back hit against a pair of legs. Not taking a chance to look, you stood up immediately. You turned to see Uncle Howdy staring into your eyes. Dark brown eyes behind a grey smiling mask. Long white hair covered some of his face, but you could see his eyes clearly. You backed away as he stated at you. You were too terrified to even see the look in his eyes. The others in his group could see it, though. Uncle Howdy was smitten with you.

Nikki grabbed you and rolled you back inside the ring. Too spooked by what just transpired, she was able to perform her finisher on you with ease. You stared at the lights above the ring as the ref counted to three. Even if you wanted to, you would never kick out. The way Uncle Howdy stared at you burned in your skull.

The arena erupted when the match was over. Nikki was the winner. You slowly rolled out of the ring and towards the back. Liv and Raquel would follow not far from behind you. After a quick trip to medic to get your back checked out, you found them hanging out backstage.

"Oh my gosh! I should have warned you. I am so sorry," Liv apologized.

You smiled weakly. "It's fine really."

"How are you feeling? How is your back?"

"It's good," you answered, yet rubbed your neck. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing. Someone was watching you.

"Well, rest up," Liv smiled and patted your shoulder gently. "I may need you next week."

Liv and Raquel skipped off. You walked away in pain to gather your stuff from the locker room. The farther you walked, the less you felt like someone was watching you.

Once you were out of sight, Uncle Howdy walked out of the shadows with his family.

"Her," Uncle Howdy whispered to his members. "I want her."

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💖✨Imagine mornings with Thirteen✨💖

💖 waking up just in arms reach to the screams of the damned

💖 early morning kisses XOXO

💖 drinking your morning coffee/tea together

💖 making breakfast together

💖 realizing the screams are coming from inside the house

💖 finding Solomon (again)

💖 frantically looking up the effects of hell fly XXXL glue traps on humans as Thirteen scrapes Solomon off of one with dish soap and a shovel

💖 having an awkward slightly burnt breakfast with your wonderful partner (and Solomon)

💖 kisses before you part for your day <3

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So in love with Thirteen <3

Her keeping your life candle aside from the rest, in a more secure and personal location. She watches it when she misses you.

Thinking of hiding her over in your room at the HOL 🤭 no one is any the wiser until breakfast when she scoots into the spot next to you with a yawn and presses a kiss against your cheek.

Thirteen who lets you play with her hair! It’s long and wavy and so, so pretty!!

Wahh!!!!! Thirteen’s lipstick stains on your RAD uniform!!!!!!! Lucifer gives you a disapproving look, but what’s done is done and if he makes you change Thirteen’ll just do it again.

Lover Girl FR!!!!

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Cuddling With Them

Pairing: Re Village Ladies

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Warnings: Mild sexual implications.

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Alcina Dimitrescu

• Alcina is often surprisingly needy between four walls. When she arrives from a long day of stressful calls and dealing with her daughter’s shenanigans there is nothing she’d rather do than just rest her head on your lap and relax against your touch.

• Once this woman is fully comfortable with you, expect to spend entire hours just tangled with her and two glasses of wine.

• If you are a good listener she will brag her lungs out to you in her great drama-fashion. Ends up having someone to talk to is better than throwing expensive furniture at walls! You guys saved enough shopping trips with this.

• If you’re a talker rather than a listener expect everyone to hear you two laughing your hearts out about all shorts of subjects. She loves listening to whatever topics you are passionate about even if they aren’t much of her interest. Maybe she actually just loves how cute you look when you blabber to her.

• Just imagine laying on top/spooning with that woman. It’s like having a giant pillow that hugs you back (and often suffocates you on accident)

• If she isn’t petting your head she is definitely whispering sweet nothings to you. This woman just cant stay away from you when you both finally have a moment to be together in private — even if you two fall silent it will be the best silence you’ve ever experienced.

Bela Dimitrescu

• Oh this woman is absolutely lost in you. She was the first to suggest cuddling and she is an absolute menace when it comes to it. Just expect to be absolutely pampered by her. Pet names, face smooches, head pats, neck kisses, shoulder bites, and so, so much more.

• Bela has a thing for specific caring cuddles, such as cuddling together while you two bath, for example. A warm, fragrant bath is the perfect scenario for you both to relax together. She loves to wash your body, or just to have you help her wash her hair — imagine the unlimited possibilities of a playful bath time together.

• As much as she enjoys pampering you, Bela can be just as much of a pillow princess. She will absolutely love to be spooned or have her hair played with. Humming makes everything even better, she loves your voice, it’s just as comforting as the cuddling itself.

• Also the grumpiest when it comes to actually having to stop cuddling each other. She knows of her duties but leaving you on her bed to chase a runaway maid is inconvenient enough.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

• Putting it simply; It’s a challenge.

• If working on her feelings for you was hard, imagine getting this woman to give out affection like this? At first she thought cuddling was a waste of time, that she could be doing incredibly hunts with the time wasted doing nothing. That changed once you two first tried it out.

• You could never imagine how actually needy she was under her though behavior. Even more shocking was the fact that she once demanded you to spoon her instead. Of course she also enjoys spooning you, though getting away from her lock grip is almost impossible.

• She has this thing for feeling you as a whole; Taking in your scent, feeling your chest raise and fall, admiring your face while your eyes are closed. She is the jealous type after all, it’s just fair that she’d want to admire what is hers — though she will get flustered if you do the same, she is just not 100% used to romance.

• She is definitely a snarky cuddler, though. She will bite you if you end up teasing her about her softer side and if you both aren’t careful enough, a wrestling session will get her riled up.

Daniela Dimitrescu

• Are you kidding me? This woman LOVES cuddling to a point where she would actively “kidnap” you in order to receive more cuddles.

• She is a hopeless lover, of course she is kissing the hell of you during your cuddles. She finds it too adorable whenever you get flustered from her kisses, she may even get feisty and bite you out of playfulness.

• Prepare to do all short of things too, from reading books together to pillow fighting and covering all of her room in feathers — She will shoo you away in time to not get in trouble with Alcina. Her room is so full of secret passages that at some point you just got used to sneaking in and out whenever.

• Rainy dark nights awake together? Absolutely. You two would whispers secrets to each other while forgetting the need of sleeping.

• If you both just opt for a simple time together, get your ears ready to hear Dani blabbering about all shorts of stuff while getting comfortable onto you — If you stare too much at her you might even be able to rip out a blush or chuckle.

Donna Beneviento

• Oh, this poor woman.

• If showing her face to you took enough courage and self confidence of her, cuddling is a total different level of trust.

• Don’t take it personally, this woman loves you with every fiber of her being but receiving affection and giving affection aren’t things she is used with.

• But as soon as you two work it up you better be ready to be trapped. Once you two start cuddling Donna just can’t believe how much she loves it. She feels safe, protected, loved at least — This is better than anything she had ever imagined.

• At first things would be slow and steady, testing each other’s likings and boundaries. She loves to have her hair played with — she is a small spoon by nature, even if she is taller than you. When she is eventually comfortable enough to give you affection back, she often humms to you as she caresses your hand or back.

• She often gets flustered when you call out her cute antics that she hadn’t showed yet, she has her own affection mannerisms that she does her best to hide but you always encourage her to show herself more.

• Don’t be surprised if she easily falls asleep while cuddling with you, this woman is so affection deprived that being this comfortable around someone allows her to rest without worries. Funnily enough if she does falls asleep don’t expect to be able to escape her death grip, you are staying until she wakes up again.

Mother Miranda

• By far the most possessive but also the most demanding.

• It was kinda shocking to see Miranda undressed of all of her usual robes, without a mask her tiredness was visible but so was her piercing gaze upon you.

• You are her lover but she often calls you a pet nonetheless. Maybe she enjoys the thought— no, the certainty that you belong to her and that is a fact you can’t escape. She is a equally giver and a receiver, she demands obedience but also demands you to embrace her whenever she feels personally needy.

• Something she loves to do is to have your head on her lap as you two rest on her chambers. Reading letters and paperwork is much productive when she has you by her side, her slender fingers travel across your skull with a hauntingly soft touch — she will most certainly smile she feels your lips kissing her hand or your hand intertwining with hers.

• Expect either a comforting imperial silence or just whispers between the both of you. She prefers quiet cuddle sessions, probably due to her recurrent headaches from dealing with her bickering children.

• Just make sure to not tease or be too needy around her or this cuddling session will take a much heated turn.

AN: Phew I had a sweet time writing these! Hopefully more scenarios are coming soon~ Stares intently at my ask box

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I doodled a self indulgent little piece for the Reader/Donna fic I’ve been writing. It’s a strangers-to-lovers, arranged marriage fic. As of chapter 4, they’re still more strangers than lovers but we’ll get there eventually 🫠

Here’s a link to the first chapter if anyone wants to read fic with disaster lesbians who can’t decide if they like or hate each other:

[blushingamethyst]

♥︎𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎♥︎

•ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ sʟᴀsʜᴇʀs, ᴅᴄ ᴠɪʟʟɪᴀɴs•

♡𝘎𝘕 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳♡

∇No warnings, pure fluff!∇

❃Requested by: No one, I was just feeling gay as usual❃

✦𝑇𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒✦

♥︎"Hey, Sugar?"

♥︎ Tiffany would call out your name softly, a few times to see if you were still awake or not.

♥︎ After realizing you were asleep, she would take the time to admire your features and pet your hair soothingly.

♥︎ If you think she's leaving anytime soon, then think again because she's staying even after you wake up.

♥︎ She would probably hum a quiet tune to keep you asleep and relaxed.

♥︎ If anyone were to interrupt, she glare at them to not make any sound but would go back to admiring your cute face.

♥︎ She could always go later to deal with them.

♥︎ Overall, she's so comfy to sleep on and would give you the best nap of your life.

✦𝐷𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒✦

♥︎ Dollface would have the biggest smile on her face just watching you sleep.

♥︎ The view of your chest just rising up and down is the best for her.

♥︎ She would probably start caressing your face softly and engraving that picture in her mind.

♥︎ You just look so peaceful and cute that she can't contain her content.

♥︎ If a stranger dared to interrupt or accidentally wakes you up, they'll be dead faster than you could blink.

♥︎ She then would make you go back to sleep after she made sure they were dead.

♥︎ At the end, she's a great pillow and will make sure no one interrupts your sleep <3.

✦𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 ��𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦✦

♥︎ Baby would giggle a little when she realized you were asleep.

♥︎ Like the others, she would admire you and bring you close to a tight embrace.

♥︎ If any of her family members caught you guys together, she would shush them and send them a silent gesture to shoo them away.

♥︎ This was her time now and no one was going to change that.

♥︎ She would probably fall asleep with you, finding it so comfortable and relaxing.

♥︎ But if someone who wasn't her family interrupted..

♥︎ OO would she be pissed.

♥︎ They better start praying because they ain't making it that night.

♥︎ Afterwards she'll give you a kiss as an apology and promises she can make it up for the rest of the night.

♥︎ "I'm sorry hon, if you want, we could do something other than sleeping. I promise it'll be good;)"

✦𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒✦

♥︎ Carrie wouldn't know what to do in this situation.

♥︎ She would feel very flustered at the situation and would try to see if you were actually asleep.

♥︎"Y/N? Y/N, are you awake?"

♥︎ Once she knew you were asleep for sure she would look around making sure no one, (her bullies), were seeing this.

♥︎ Once the coast was clear she would slowly feel peace staring at you.

♥︎ She would smile, admiring the adorable faces you made during your sleep.

♥︎ She would try her hardest not to move or to disturb you, wanting you to get all the rest you need.

♥︎ Once you actually woke up she would simply smile and say, "Did you have a good rest?"

✦𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑛✦

♥︎ Harley would just let out a long "Awwww"

♥︎ The fact you trusted her enough to just fall asleep on her was amazing.

♥︎ She would laugh at the silly faces you would make but would mostly adore them.

♥︎ Would probably start reading some book that's next to her, occasionally looking back at you.

♥︎ After she doesn't feel like reading anymore, she'll play with your hair, smiling at your state.

♥︎ She would kiss your forehead very gently every few minutes.

♥︎ She then would start whispering about how she much she loved you.

♥︎ You wake up during this and decided to pretend to be asleep.

♥︎ Unfortunately for you, She found out pretty quickly that you woke up and started to say some vulgar things to mess with you.

♥︎ You got very embarrassed and had to state you were awake for her to stop.

♥︎"Ha! I knew you were awake puddin, I was just messing with you."

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Harley breaks into the compound, taking out several goons with her riot gun…

Harley marches into Y/N’s cell…

Harley: Puddin! I came for ya!

Y/N: and all without killing someone. I’m so proud of you

Harley grabs Y/N…

Harley: come on. Let’s go home and have date night.