#wc:660

[writingroom21]

Husband?

Pairing: bf Rafe x fem reader

Summary: Seeing a new TikTok trend you try it out on you boyfriend Rafe

Warnings: None, fluff, established relationship

Wc: 660

Scrolling on TikTok you lay in the hammock in your backyard. It was a nice day out, not being too hot, enough to keep you comfortable as you lay still. Rafe is supposed to be coming over, his text stating the two of you need to go on a date. It was sweet how he tries to make time with you.

He was never good with relationships, usually just sticking to hooking up or having a short lived romance. There was no need to for him to have a girlfriend when he had plenty girls throwing themselves at him. That all changed once you came into the picture, kicking his world off its axis.

Once he saw you yelling at a boy that was hitting on you at his party he was hooked. He wanted to get to know you, needing to get a taste of the fire behind your eyes. You didn't make things easy for him, stringing him along for weeks before giving him the time of day. What was supposed to be a fun hookup for him turned into something deeper. He was obsessed never wanting to let you go, good thing you felt the same.

As you keep scrolling a TikTok of a couple catches your attention. They are sitting on a couch, the boyfriend watching tv as the girlfriend records them. "So I was just out with my husband and" "YOUR HUSBAND?" his outburst making you laugh as he blushes before kissing the girl. It was a cute video, it made you curious on how Rafe would react to you calling him your husband.

A text pings on your phone, covering the top of the video. Baby boy: I'm here pretty girl. The nickname heats your cheeks, still having the same effect on you as if it was the first time hearing it. You shoot back a text telling him you were coming.

Rafe's standing by the passenger door waiting for you, smiling once he sees you come around the corner, closing the backyard gate. You jog over to him, jumping into his arms as you wrap yours around his neck, placing a sweet his to his lips. "Well hello to you too gorgeous."

"Hi." you giggle, getting into the open door he held, buckling up as he closes it. He rounds the corner getting in, his hand finding its rightful place on your thigh. Your sundress giving his access to the exposed flesh, giving it a squeeze before pulling out the driveway.

"Where are we going." You ask looking out the window to feel the breeze on your face. "Thought we could go to that field we found and have a picnic." His head tilting to the back to show the basket and blanket in the backseat. "Sounds perfect." Conversation stalling as you both enjoy just being in the same space. Only breaking the silence to talk about your days.

Reaching the field you both exist the truck, grabbing the materials and finding a spot to set up. The food spread out along the blanket, wine being poured into the glassed he brought along. This was the perfect time to execute your plan.

You take your phone and open up TikTok, cuing the video, please the phone in front of you two. You start the video grabbing the glass Rafe is handing over to you. "Alright guys my husband decided to take me on this cute picnic date. Look at all of the things he brought." You look over at Rafe seeing the smile gracing his face

"Fuck yeah I am. About time you noticed." He responded, taking his family ring off, grabbing you hand to slide it on your thumb. It's the only finger that it will fit on. "Now everyone will know” lifting your hand he places a kiss on your ring finger. A promise that one day there'll be a ring there.

Yeah you would say that the trend was a success.

[thef1diary]

💭 on my mind: I can’t stop thinking about using Charles as a sleep aid (or more like his dick) like just being unable to fall asleep and he wakes up because you’re moving around and he just knows what you need. Just some soft sleepy sex 🥵

Use Me | C. Leclerc

absolutely loved this idea omg I had sm fun with this.

warnings: 18+ smut, very poetic descriptions of sex ngl, unprotected sex, riding, just soft sleepy smut as requested

wc: 660

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You lie in bed, tossing and turning, the weight of the day still heavy upon your shoulders, refusing to slip into the comforting embrace of sleep. Your mind racing, thoughts swirling like a storm. But amidst the chaos, you glance at Charles who is still blissfully asleep. One idea persists as you look at him, growing stronger with each passing moment.

His silhouette is barely visible in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. He sleeps peacefully, undisturbed by the turmoil raging within you. You hesitate, unsure if you should disturb his slumber, but after tossing and turning a couple more times, the decision is made for you. He moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his head in the crook of your neck.

“Can’t sleep, ma belle?” He mutters, his voice deep, lined with sleep while his eyes flutter open for a moment, drowsy and confused.

His voice only adds on to the growing need between your legs, and you press your thighs together in a failed attempt to relieve it.

You shake your head, “no, Charles. Please?” You turn towards him, facing him while your hand runs down his bare chest, feeling every ridge of muscle until you’re stopped by the hem of his boxers. He knows without words what you need, what you crave from him.

Without a word, he turns to lie flat on his back, taking you with him, allowing you to straddle his thighs. Your head buried into the curve of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, already beginning to find solace in the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before whispering the words that ignited your body with desire. “Use me.”

In the hushed stillness of the night, his touch is like a balm to your restless soul. His warmth seeps into your bones, calming the frantic thoughts that have plagued you, that have taken away your ability to fall asleep. With his caress of his fingers on your cheek, each whispered word of comfort, you feel yourself surrendering to the peace only he can offer.

The desire that sparks between you two isn’t one of passion or urgency, simply just a gentle, tender longing born from the need for connection.

Both of your clothes are quickly shed, punctuated by the sound of your sigh as you sink down on him, pressing your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself. Charles’ hands rest on your hips, urging you with light squeezes, sinful words, and breathy moans leaving his lips.

As the minutes tick by, you feel the tension slowly drain from your body, replaced by a profound sense of peace and thoughts of only him.

He thrusts his hips up a couple times, catching you by surprise, draining your energy even further when he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow enticing circles.

Charles sees your eyes drooping while you struggle to keep up the pace to bring yourself over the edge. He tightens his hold on your waist, pulling you closer before rolling over on the bed to take control.

Still keeping the slow and steady pace, he deepens his thrusts, watching you grab onto the sheets above your head to ground yourself.

In the silent intimacy of the night, you find yourselves entwined in a slow, unhurried dance of bodies, feeling the sweat on your skin gather and shine in the glimmer of the moonlight trickling in.

Soon enough, both of you reach your orgasms, allowing all the tension to seep away from you as the mixed cum drips out of you and onto the sheets below.

As sleep finally claims you, it’s not just the exhaustion that lulls you into slumber, but the comforting presence of Charles pressed up behind you, a beacon of relief in your restless mind. Together you drift off into dreams, wrapped in the warm embrace of his arms.

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[askinkiskarma]

^^^ this right here??? made me slide up a wall in need. now imagine dilf!jake, cause that's all i can imagine. enjoy x

wc: 660 words

smut under the cut, minors DNI 🔞

You loved days with Jake, you really did. He was a good leader - strong and fearless, compassionate and patient, he made everyone feel secure and at ease, made everyone feel included and heard. You loved training with him, hearing him talk, watching him listen. You loved his demeanour and his wit, and how he sacrificed so much and lost a planet and a bond to his own kind in order to protect yours. He was a good mate - considerate and thoughtful, funny and giving, he made it his life purpose to make you happy, and you appreciated him every single minute of your life.

You loved days with Jake… but nights… Eywa, the nights were the best, and you had a perfect example as of why right now, laying sideways on the bed, your head pushed so far back, it was resting in the crook of his neck, drawn out moans and skin slapping together the only sounds you could hear in the quiet of the dead of night. You haven't slept through the night once since meeting Jake. How could you, when more often than not, after a thorough fucking, he loved to fall asleep with his cock still buried deep inside of you, loved for the feel of your tight cunt and smell of your scents mingled together to be the last thing on his mind before he passed out for the night... or at least for a few hours, until you inevitably woke up, needy and desperate once more, grinding on his half-hard length until he was rock hard once more, his body unable to resist you, even asleep as he was.

Now, here you were once more, three orgasms in, crying as he slipped in and out of you with ease, your cum and slick allowing him to bottom out in you, bulging up the skin of your lower abdomen. He loved to sneak his hand from your hip, where it was rested in order to pull you further down his length, and reach around and press on the spot, until you squirmed and whined, until the tears flowed freely down your face into your ears.

"You feel how deep in you I am, angel? That's daddy's cock pushing your pretty skin up, mm? You're taking it so well, aren't you? Always so good for me."

"D-daddy... pl-please!"

His words pushed you closer and closer to the orgasm you knew would take you out for the night, the intensity of the last couple of hours taking a toll on your mind, until you were just a mess of words and incoherent babbles, drunk of his cock and the soft kisses he was peppering on the back of your neck. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"What do you need, baby? Need daddy to let you come on his cock?"

His thrusts sharpened momentarily as he was hitting the spot that made you see stars and cry out in unadulterated ecstasy, until you were sure the whole clan could hear how well the Olo'eyktan's mate was getting fucked night after night. Right now, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"There you go, baby girl. Come for daddy so he can fill you up, mm?"

The promise of being marked by him, of his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs for days to come was enough to push you over the edge, and you came, making a mess of the mat, that needed to be changed daily anyhow, as you squirted all over him, gushes of warm liquid mixing with his own, and, spent and filled to the brim as you were, you allowed him to pull you closer and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

"Daddy loves you, sweet girl."

You knew, and yet, you couldn't wait until tomorrow night, when he'd more than willingly prove it to you again.

somebody sedate me honestly

[jareaul0ver]

I have this fic idea in my head where Nika’s been secretly dating this Spanish intl footballer for a while now and their relationship goes blown wide after a kiss

wc: 660 warnings: established relationship, secret relationship going public, fluffy, nika being a sweetheart parings: nika muhl x fem!football/soccer player!reader

You and Nika found yourselves cuddle up on your couch before you had to get ready to leave for your game. The time you had together was slowly running out. "Nika, love, I've got to go soon."

She groaned and forced herself closer to you, if that was even possible. Her arms were slung lazily around your torso and her head was nuzzled against your neck. "Do you have to?"

"Unfortunately, yes." You kissed the top of her head and ran your cool fingers along her back underneath her shirt. She shivered at your touch and placed a gentle kiss on your neck. "But you'll get to see me play, and I'll be back as soon as I can be."

She sighed and picked her head up to look at you. You pecked her lips and she had a lopsided grin on her face. She placed a kiss on the tip of your nose and you smiled.

"You're gonna do great, bebo." She peppered your cheeks with small kisses and you giggled.

You mumbled a quiet thank you before Nika finally got up and let you get ready.

"Y/N Y/L/N with the ball, an excellent run down the pitch! Passes it over to number 9, back to Y/L/N." The commentator called out. Your heart was racing as you dribbled down the field.

"A one-on-one with a defender, and... she breaks past her! She's got a clear shot on goal-" It took only a second for you to compose yourself before shooting, the ball flying to the top right corner of the goal and hitting the back of the net. "And she scores! The overtime winner!"

Your team came sprinting over to you and you got hoisted into the air. This was the game that was pushing you to the finals, and you had carried the team there. The crowd cheered for you, but the only person on your mind was Nika.

She always tried to sit somewhere near your bench when she watched your games, she wanted to be as close to you as possible. You got back over to the bench and your eyes darted around the stands, trying to spot her.

"Y/N!" You heard her distinct accent and turned in that direction. Your face lit up when you saw her and you ran over. She leaned over the barrier and you stood on your toes as she grabbed your face and kissed you.

You hesitated for a second, knowing that your once private relationship would be the talk of the football and basketball world for a bit, but you didn't care. You won and your girl was here with you to celebrate.

When you arrived back home you resumed laying on the couch together, this time Nika beneath you as your head rested comfortably on her chest. She was running her fingers through her hair while scrolling on her phone, and you were close to drifting off to sleep when you felt her stop.

You groaned and looked up at her. "Why'd you stop?"

"Look." She held out her phone for you to see. It was a picture of the two of you from the game. Someone captured the moment you kissed, and while it warmed your heart to have it saved as a memory, it also scared you a bit to be public.

Nika saw the look in your eyes and she put her phone down to cup your face in her hand. "Something wrong?"

You shrugged a little. "Just.. worried about what people will say now that they know."

She frowned at you and kissed your forehead. "It doesn't matter what they say. You're mine and I'm yours, and no one will change that."

You melted at her words and couldn't help the smile that formed on your face. "I love you." You muttered before pressing your lips against hers.

She hummed and whispered, "I love you," against your lips.

[perfectlyoongi]

MEANT TO BE - Yoongi, wc: 660, trust me on this one.

“Maybe we’re not meant for each other. Maybe in another life, but not in this one.”

Your smile was forced, fake, accommodating all the tears that slowly trickled down your face. The anguish of your words was masked with a false certainty that came from within your mind, far from your heart.

You felt trapped, cornered, immobilized by your false belief that you weren’t worthy of happiness, that you weren’t worthy of being loved. A huge storm flooded your heart, consuming your emotions in a sea of despair and pain, the impulsiveness of your words shaking your soul.

Why did you say that?

Why did you let such vile words slip from your lips, thirsting for pain, yearning for the hurt you would cause him?

Why did you allow yourself this vulnerability?

“Why?”

Yoongi’s question tore your heart, breaking your soul with the tremors in the syllable of the question, the pain trapped in its pronunciation.

He was about to cry.

“Why do you think that?”

It was difficult to understand Yoongi, his words coming out low to contain his pain, his timbre sounding rough from the heat that had formed so quickly in his throat.

“Can’t you see that I belong to you?” he looked at you, red eyes holding back tears, the glow in them threatening to fade if you walked out of his love. “Can’t you see that everything I got, everything I am!, is because you’re by my side? Can’t you see that?”

You were listening to Yoongi - his words, although strong and aggressive, sounded calm and precise, charged with the love that came from his soul, driven by the need to have you by his side. Yoongi spoke clearly, angered by your words, hurt by your thoughts, but determined, completely determined, to show you the reality, all the facts of your history.

“I love you. Now and then. Today and tomorrow. It doesn’t matter when, or where. I love you. Purely and simply. I don’t care about fates or gods. I don’t care if our history is written somewhere or if we’ve lived it in other lifetimes. What matters to me now is the present. And in the present I love you and I want to be with you. Don’t you understand that?”

A pause to take a deep breath, carefully, quickly. Yoongi tripped over his words to hold back his tears a little longer as he watched you break down a bit more in front of him - his statements sounded blunt when delivered in his typical calm, logical tone.

“How can you say we’re not meant to be together when I need you? How can you say such a thing when I know I could have it all, I could be anything, but I’d be nothing if I didn’t have you? Can’t you see? That we were meant to be together?”

But he couldn’t take it.

Yoongi approached you calmly, afraid to see you refuse his embrace, not knowing what reaction you would have. Yoongi held your hand gently, nervous about the outcome of this argument, unsure of what you were going to do next. Yoongi spoke softly again, confident in his feelings, secure in your actions.

“Our souls may not be made of the same dust. Our conscience may have been corrupted in other lives. But I’m sure, I know, that we were made for each other.”

Yoongi brought his forehead to yours, the first tears finally falling, easing some of the anguish that screamed inside him. His eyes closed, silence settling between you for the briefest of moments.

A moment of peace.

A moment of clarity.

Yoongi gently brushed his nose against yours with each murmured word of his, his soft lips passing gracefully over yours, like a ghost greeting you, as if wanting to remove all the malice spoken by you moments before, as if wanting to exchange it for the hope now given by him.

“I love you. For me, that’s enough. And for you?”

[leilanihours]

LANI'S 1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST ! ✉️

— a location for all my work posted during this celly

women's college basketball !

# 5 — paige bueckers, the university of connecticut

# THIS IS A TRUTH THAT I CAN'T FIGHT, I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH (wc: 471)

prompt: "come back to bed."

# YOU BE LIKING IT ROUGH, YOUR BODY SOFT AS A FLOWER (wc: 704) *18+

prompt: "you like it when i'm rough?"

# YOU'RE SUCH A DREAM TO ME (wc: 847)

prompt: "i dreamed of you."

# SHE AIN'T NEVER DO THIS BEFORE BUT SHE GOOD AT IT (wc: 359) *18+

prompt: "don't run from it, princess, push back on me."

# SNEAK LINK BUT WE DON'T TELL IT, KISSING, TOUCHING, BREATHING HEAVY (wc: 660) *18+

prompt: "are you not wearing any underwear?"

# I CAN SEE YOU'RE LONELY DOWN THERE, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I AM RIGHT HERE? (wc: 715)

prompt: "will you stay the night?"

# YOU DO IT SO LOUD, I BET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW MY NAME (wc: 339) *18+

prompt: "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

# 44 — aubrey griffin, the university of connecticut

# TO LEAVE THE WARMEST BED I'VE EVER KNOWN (wc: 405)

prompt: "come back to bed."

# YOU GOT ME OVERNIGHT, JUST LET ME BE CLOSE TO YOU (wc: 432)

prompt: "you look really good in my shirt."

# 23 — morgan cheli, the university of connecticut

# I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE NOW THAT I SAW YOU (wc: 613)

prompt: "so...are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"

# LAUGHING 'TILL OUR RIBS GET TOUGH (wc: 603)

prompt: "if you try to tickle me one more time, i swear you will not get another kiss for a week."

# 35 — azzi fudd, the university of connecticut

# TWO HEADLIGHTS SHINE THROUGH A SLEEPLESS NIGHT, AND I WILL GET YOU ALONE (wc: 541)

summary: azzi wants her well-deserved alone time with her girl.

women's national basketball association !

# 1 — nika muhl, the seattle storm

# SHE'S GOT MY ATTENTION, SHE'S CONFIDENT (wc: 812) *18+

prompt: "i like your hand in mine but i think it would look even better if it was wrapped around my throat."

# IT'S CAUSE I LOVE YOU, BABE, IN EVERY KIND OF WAY, JUST A LITTLE TASTE (wc: 470)

prompt: "i brought you dinner."

# THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME (wc: 675)

prompt: "i missed you."

# 20 — kate martin, the las vegas aces

# JACKET 'ROUND MY SHOULDERS IS YOURS (wc: 710)

prompt: "here, take my jacket."

# EVERY LOOK, EVERY TOUCH MAKES ME WANNA GIVE YOU MY HEART (wc: 722)

prompt: "i love it when you laugh."

# HOW DO I FEEL YOU ON ME WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON MY SKIN? (wc: 616) *18+

prompt: "fuck, i love the sounds you make."

# I WISH THAT YOU WOULD STAY IN MY MEMORIES (wc: 762)

prompt: "i had finally forgotten about you. i had finally started to live again. and now you decide to come back."

# OCEAN BLUE EYES LOOKING IN MINE (wc: 591)

prompt: "i can't say no to those eyes."

moodboards !

kate martin x surfer!reader

kate martin x singer!reader

[queenariesofnarnia]

just like lula

wrecker x f!reader

gif not mine!

wc: 660

warnings: none!

Ever since Wrecker has given Lula to Omega he has moments where he finds it impossible to be comforted. You hear him toss and turn some nights, and tonight was one of those nights. Tech just relieved you from your turn on watch duty bidding you a goodnight as you head to your bunk. Quietly walking past a sleeping Hunter and Echo you reach for Wrecker, gently placing a hand on his exposed arm.

“Wrecker are you alright?” you gently whisper to the large man. He turns around, eyes meeting yours in the dim light of the ship. You can see how tired he is mixed with sadness.

 Softly instructing him to scoot over before taking off your shoes placing them under the bunk. You sit next to him, maintaining eye contact with him. “Would you like to talk about it?” asking him as you rub his arm in a soothing way. He shakes his head, before turning to lay on his side gazing up at you.

“Could ya stay with me?” his voice soft as he asked hesitantly. You nod immediately, he gently hoists you over him. He knows you enjoy sleeping by the wall instead of the edge. “Would ya mind if we cuddle?” his question catches you off guard for a moment before you become elated.

“Yes Wreck of course we can” you smile at him crawling under the blanket with him. His arms wrap around your waist pulling you as close as he can, resting his head on top of yours. You rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you enjoy his warm embrace. It lulls you to sleep along with his soft snores. Everyone wakes up before the two of you, each of them taking a moment to see how peaceful you are and snapping a few photos for the “family album” you created. Finally waking up because you have to use the bathroom your eyes meet with Hunter’s as you sit up. The smile on his face is soft yet mischievous.

“Sleep well?” He questions offering you a hand to pull you over Wrecker. You graciously accept, trying not to wake the cuddly giant.

“Great actually” your smile is small, but Hunter knows you mean it.

“Does that mean you’ll finally tell him?” he asks before you enter the fresher.

“Make me a caf and you’ll get your answer sarge” you shrug. Hunter snorts a laugh before softly nudging Wrecker to wake him. He's definitely making your caf because he wants that answer.

“She’s in the fresher” he informs Wrecker before walking away from the bunks. Once you were out the fresher, your mediocre caf was awaiting you in the hands of Hunter. You thank him trying to reach for it. “I want my answer sarad” he says puling the cup out of reach.

“I’ll tell him after my caf” you simply say before accepting the cup sitting in the co-pilot seat to have your routine morning chat with Tech. Wrecker calls for you from the bunks, so you excuse yourself. Letting Tech know you’ll come back later to continue chatting.

“Hey Wreck” your smile brighter since you’ve had your morning fix.

“I wanted to say thanks for staying with me last night. Ya didn’t have to” he says sheepishly.

“No need to thank me. I’ll gladly do it whenever you need a cuddle” you sit next to him thighs touching due to the closeness. A few moments of silence pass before he speaks again.

“You were able to calm me down. Just like Lula” he tells you this with a grin.

“I’m glad to be of service Wreck. I care about you” you take his large hand in yours giving it a squeeze. You get up placing a kiss on his cheek before going back to everyone leaving him stunned.

“She kissed me!” He yells for everyone to hear. You all laugh at his outburst, hearing Hunter mumble finally.

[thepixelelf]

warnings: almost drowning, attempted human sacrifice, mentions of death. wc: 660

[meet me beneath the waves] The rocks just below the foaming froth of the sea — hidden to anyone above and yet so close to the surface one could stand atop and still reach the air with their fingertips — are cruel and unforgiving. To any stranger, they slant and protrude in unfamiliar ways. All townsfolk know to stay clear of the cliff's edge, where tales of hardship and misery against these rocks have been warned for years.

Jeonghan lies on a small bed of sand among the familiar chaos of the sea floor, not at all unwelcome to the jagged rocks surrounding him. His hands rest casually behind his head as he stares up through the froth of the surface. Glimpses of the sky festival greet him in moments through the white waves; colourful balloons and kites with long, extravagant streamers dangling from the seams fill the blue sky.

For the humans, another year has come and gone. They launch meaningless items and intricacies into the air from the nearby beach instead of the cliffs, all of them still too afraid of the sea and yet fascinated by the sky.

He calls the traditions meaningless, but each year, he finds himself returned to the sand bed near the cliffs, eyes focused on the sky's colourful interruptions.

It is peaceful until you fall.

Your back breaches the water directly above him, and his eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. One of your hands is outstretched, uselessly reaching for the surface while you remain motionless. Two red, floating ribbons adorn your wrists.

You sink and sink and sink, unmoving if not for the way you come closer and closer.

Entranced, he reaches up towards you, his fingertips brushing your flowy white garb.

You jolt.

As if life rushes through you with a second chance, you twist in the water to see Jeonghan. Shock paints your face, and he watches the realization set in.

He is a water walker, he sees in your eyes. You are going to die. He is going to kill you.

Perhaps if he hadn't come today for the festival, you would have fallen off the cliffs and found the end of your life in the rocks and the waves. Perhaps if he watched from somewhere safer you would have let yourself sink and sink and sink some more.

Perhaps if the human who had undoubtedly thrown you from the cliff's edge — the red ribbons a symbol of sacrifice from generations passed — had chosen to do so only so many feet to the left or right, you would have died.

But fate landed you above this sand bed, above him.

You want to swim away, to escape, he can see that, but the harsh impact from when you hit the water has made your muscles stiff and weak. The air is quickly leaving your lungs.

He reaches up again and grabs both your wrists, pulling you closer through the water. You thrash against his hold, eyes scrunched shut in fear as you vehemently shake your head.

Not like this, he feels in your movement. Please, not like this.

His hands cover the red ribbons — he can't stand to look at them and the human fears they represent — and he presses his thumbs into the palms of your hands. You continue to fight back, but the energy behind it seeps out of you. If you weren't surrounded by saltwater, Jeonghan thinks you would be crying.

He knows what he will do next will not be approved, but he can't find it in himself to care.

The cruel world of humans may have rejected you, but the sea will take you in.

Before the life can drain from you completely, he removes one hand from your wrist and moves it to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. Jeonghan presses his lips to the cold skin of your forehead; a blessing no human above surface knows.

And you breathe again.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

The meow-fia of Sinostra

Sinostra as kitties

Wc: ~660

Taiga

Reddish bengal who got put in adoption because of his aggressiveness and his former owner had kids.

Doesn't even look at kibble, only eats raw meat, preferably one from prey he hunted but beef makes do. You have to clean his face though, he is quite a messy eater and ends up having blood over his whiskers.

On a similar note, he has a thing for mouse shaped toys that run around. He does end up breaking them in a week or less (that is why he always tries to steal Haru's peekaboo but never for long enough to break it).

His hunting drive is still sharp, running after pigeons and little animals to sink his claws in and he is fairly successful. For the sake of your local environment keep him locked up.

His relationship with Romeo is quite strange, sometimes he acts like he will start fights, hissing and arching his back, with him before stopping and start licking him, even if Romeo pushes him away.

Will make you believe you can touch him but will bite and scratch your hand as soon as it's anywhere close. He doesn't like it if any of the other cats do it and will start attacking them roughly enough for you to get in and separate them.

He is quite a playful cat when he isn't on one of his violent moods attacking you, whatever simulates chasing prey or even enrichment toys where he guesses where the treat is.

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

A fluffy and pompous black Persian who grooms himself constantly.

A competition cat whose original family went broke and didn't have enough money to keep going to competitions or even keeping pets, so he was given to you.

Because he is quite particular about his food, not liking any dry kibble and barely eating some wet foods, so you feed him the same as taiga, raw meat and some veggies.

He spends his whole day perched on the highest point of the cat tower, looking down at you and the other cats. When Taiga usurps his place he hisses but never dares to do anything else.

If you have any kind of jewelry like rings, necklaces or earrings he likes to snoop around the shiny things. If you do makeup he perches himself on your lap when you start doing it, and even meows loudly reproaching you when your eyeliner smudges or you use the wrong color.

When he sees how much attention you give to Ritsu because he is the only one who listens he feels slightly jealous and might push him away when you start to compliment him and take his place. Otherwise he sits on your chest when you sleep weighing you down when you try to get up.

Ritsu

(I'll admit I didn't know what cat would fit best but because of looks this one feels good) a very small Burmese kitty who accepted really quickly any rules inside the house.

He keeps your rules being enforced, meowing at taiga for hunting wild birds or Romeo for sleeping in your bed/stealing jewelry. Because he is so annoying they swat at him but he is just quick enough to evade them without a scratch.

The same way he does chime at you if you do something incorrectly in his eyes like closing doors or feeding them the wrong kibble.

If you want to touch him, put out your hand and wait for him to plop next to your leg, otherwise he will dislike it and hiss and run away and next time you see him he will stand a few meters away, face slightly scrunched in annoyance.

He does really like praise though so he is really easy to train, his eyes go wide at the soft words and the little treat. But he will do it even without the prompt and still expect praise.

Sometimes he slips under your blanket and makes biscuits on your tummy. The seller told you that his mom was unable to finish caring for him so he might have taken you as a caretaker too.

[daengtokki]

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: ~660

rating: fluff -`♡´- (some words of encouragement from Minnie, for anon)

comments: thank you for the request! this was kinda therapeutic for me to write as well

You were asleep. Somehow, even with the unnecessary amount of noise coming from the party downstairs, and all of the coffee you consumed today, you fell asleep.

It’s not even that you dozed off—the problem is you missed Seungmin’s phone call. That was probably the only free time he had for the night, and you missed him. The sting of tears is already making your face prickle, your cheeks hot, your throat tight.

This is not the worst thing in the world, and you’ll probably talk to him tomorrow, but you’re home right now, and it’s New Year’s Eve, and you want nothing more than to spend it with him. But you’re stuck at home, and you’re stuck with people you do not want to be around. And somehow, spending the new year with them is even worse than your regular home visits.

Missing the call was just the cherry on top. It’s been a rough few days without him around.

You pull up the last message he sent—a very cute selfie. He doesn't look like he's dressed for stage yet, but that's probably where is now…on stage. The message after that just says “are they holding you hostage?”

And a voicemail! Seungmin never leaves you voicemails. He leaves very long text messages, sometimes voice messages. Never actual voicemails. You put your earbuds in and open it.

Before you hear him, you hear a few distant, familiar voices in the background. And then he starts…

Hi, hi. I’m sorry I’m missing you, wherever you are. Hopefully they aren’t keeping you away from your phone just to be mean. Or maybe you fell asleep…you don’t do very good on planes. But if you fell asleep, I hope you feel better and well rested. And don’t be upset that you missed my call, because I know you are. We’ll talk soon.

There are a few beats of silence on his end, but you can hear him very faintly talking to someone else. And then another voice pops up…

Hellooooo YN

It’s the unmistakable voice of Felix. You can hear his giggle taper off as he walks away.

Okay sorry I’m back. Anyway…I’m sure it feels like the holiday will last forever, but it won’t. You’ll get through it, and then you can get back to me where you belong. But you slept at least! That killed some time. Take the rest of the day hour to hour…that’s what you tell me when I’m having a bad day. And then when tomorrow comes, just think, you’re a whole day closer to coming back. Taking your own advice is tough sometimes, though.

He takes another breath, clears his throat. You pause it for a moment to open up the message thread. You look at his selfie again, then type a quick message.

“I was asleep, but I’m listening to your voicemail now. Please call again as soon as you can 🤍”

Taking anyone’s advice is hard, actually. Sometimes it seems easier just to sit and be sad. But don’t do that! That just makes the time drag. I’ll send you a selfie as soon as I finish. And then you send me one after you listen. Okay? A smiling one.

You laugh at that. Seungmin rarely smiles for you in his selfies. He looks brooding and serious, or he’s sipping his coffee. Sometimes he makes a kissy face—that’s close enough to a smile. That’s what you’ll send him.

I should go before I get cut off or take up the rest of your voicemail storage. Until we talk again, you’re strong and wonderful and special. And you’re my favorite person.

You hear Felix pipe up again in the background...

you’re my favorite person, too!

…get your own favorite person, yongbok…

I will talk to you soon. Bye. Bye bye my love.

You roll onto your back and listen again.

[blackbird-brewster]

Mom!Em Fic Recs

@bau-babygirl requested: Fics featuring Emily as a mom [X]

JJ/Emily + Kids

[Find all of these and more fluff in my Domestic Jemily collection on AO3]

Mother's Day by w00t4ewan (me) Rated: G || WC: 715 Summary: Henry helps Emily surprise JJ on Mother's Day

Dreams Do Come True by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 2000 Summary: Emily and JJ take Henry to Disneyworld on their first family vacation.

Breakfast by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 840 Summary: Emily tries to let JJ sleep in and winds up with her hands full of a certain toddler.

Love is an Open Door by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 1010 Summary: Emily and Henry work together to plan an unforgettable evening for JJ.

Jemily Ficlet Archives by w00t4ewan Rated: M || WC: 31,000+ Summary: An unrelated collection of Jemily ficlets and headcanons which were originally posted on my tumblr and up until now hadn't been shared on AO3.

Sand by @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_Falls) Rated: G || WC: 2630 Summary: JJ and Emily incorporate Henry in their wedding ceremony

Steps by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 4670 Summary: Modified prompt from tumblr: "you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby"

Darwin by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 831 Summary: Henry has an odd nickname. Likely takes place in the same verse as Steps, but 11 years later Mittens and Hats by @velutluna Rated: G || WC: 1944 Summary: JJ and Emily take their sons for a walk in a winter wonderland.

Perfect by velutuna Rated: G || WC: 660 Summary: A perfect evening at the home of the Prentiss-Jareau family.

Happy Birthday! by @ellegreenawayslover Rated: G || WC: 2028 Summary: Emily’s feelings during her birthday, her feelings years ago, and how she finally is truly happy with her life and how it turned out.

Morning Cartoons and Middle Names by @vhsrights Rated: G || WC: 2634 Summary: A shift in the numbers on his digital clock indicated that the time had arrived. 7:15 am. No sound of an alarm echoed through the upper floor of the Prentiss-Jareau house. There was pin-drop silence, and then the quiet chaos began.

Bonus: My Master List of MomEm Headcanons & Fanworks

Other Fics: Emily + Kids

A Year in the Life by @gaelic-symphony (thelarkascending) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 8455 Summary: Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

handprints on my soul by @prrentiss (unitchiefprentiss) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 32,000+ Summary: tara and emily after the events of just a dream. Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange Halloween Interlude by w00t4ewan Tara/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1573 Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange

Bluey Mom by @alexblakeisgay (ArwenLalaith) Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 2713 Summary: The adventures of Emily Prentiss as she navigates running the BAU, being a wife and mother, and her relationship with gender.

Oh, My Darling Clementine by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 930 Summary: Emily Prentiss is not above bribing her toddler daughter to get her to call her Mama…

Book Ends by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 18,500 Summary: Emily's life revolves around Lux - her four year old autistic daughter. She hasn't had a relationship since she got pregnant and certainly isn't looking to start one when she meets Alex Blake: phenom children's author.

Alex's life since her husband left and her son passed has revolved around writing and little else. She's been a recluse for years when her agent finally convinces her to make an appearance at her latest book launch. Little does she know, she's about to meet a four year old girl that will change her life....

[eustasskidagenda]

Hello! (*￣∇￣)ノ im in the mood for smth fluffy n sweet, could i ask for sanji and a fem reader who has a slight injury and doing things she's not supposed to cause she's a stubborn ass? I sprained my wrist the other day and its making doing my usual handsy routines kinda hard (its my dominant wrist too... (;O;)) i need my man to help me do stuff

Thank you i love your stuff(⌒∇⌒)ノ"

Hi sweetie, tysm for liking my posts! Sure, I've got your back! Sanji is so perfect for that kind of writing. Hope it meets your expectations. Have a good recovery! :D

☆Sanji with a s/o who has a slight injury

CW : f!reader, fluff, pet name

WC : around 660

Sanji is always willing to help you with anything, because that's how he is. A queen is worthy of the best, right? But if you're injured, prepare yourself for more than just a royal treatment. Sanji's love language is all about acts of service, and he'd be more than happy to provide you with any kind of help. Even if you don't ask for it.

So first, when you wake up, the bed is tepid. You think Sanji is already busy working or cooking, but the second you stand up, he would run into your shared bedroom. He would hold a heavy tray filled with food and a cup of your favorite morning drink.

"Sweetheart, you have to rest. Come and have breakfast. "

Again, it's Sanji we're talking about. He would use this occasion to feed you alone, babbling about the breakfast he made. (With some premium quality food to help you heal faster.)

Obviously, he would make sure you take your pills if needed, or gently massage your injured wrist, because we all know Sanji is a god with his hands. So enjoy.  

"Just wait for me and don't move. I'll be back in a second" once you finish eating.

And with that, Sanji would disappear into the kitchen to clean the dishes and then to the bathroom to run you a hot, nice bath with some oil perfumes and en extra amount of foam and bubbles. 

"I've told you not to move, sweetheart." 

You're so stubborn, that's what he thinks. Why are you attempting to put your shoes on and button your shirt by yourself? "I prepared a nice bath for you, you don't need those clothes anyway"(Sanji, nice try) 

"You know Sanji, I can walk." Whether you can walk or not, he'll still carry you to the bathroom. That's what you get for being stubborn. And once the door is locked, obviously, Sanji would help you to take off your clothes because… you have to rest this poor wrist. He's truly an angel... (yes and no)

Sure, he'd shower you with praise because Sanji just can't get enough of how beautiful you are always. While you enjoy a hot bath, Sanji would bring you fresh drinks, or whatever else you need. You just have to ask. He would let you have some time to relax on your own while cleaning the bedroom and kitchen and making sure you have nothing to worry about. 

"Do you need some help washing your hair?" 

You can't say no, he's so sweet. 

Just imagine him taking off the jacket of his suit, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, and then sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Sanji would be so lovely to wash your hair and give you a tender head massage on this occasion. "You're tensed" he'd whisper close to your ear before massaging your wet skin, easing all the tenses in your shoulders and back.

"Feel better?" With a gentle kiss on your jugular. "You look so pretty when you're relaxed." You're always pretty for Sanji anyway. He just loves to remind you all the time how amazing and perfect you are because his woman deserves nothing but praises. 

Sanji would wrap you in a warm towel and gently dry your skin. He'd guide you to the bedroom, sitting you on the mattress before kneeling in front of you. He's genuinely pleased to assist you in buttoning up your shirt or tying your shoes. 

"Alright sweetheart, no work for you today." 

Until you're fully recovered, Sanji would be more than happy to help you grab some random stuff and write anything you need. You probably can't write with an injured wrist. 

Sanji would also be thrilled to read the story to you if you want to read but can't hold a book in the evening. He would be extremely kind and committed to giving you a top-notch reading experience.

Such a sweetheart.

[akutasoda]

Hello!

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but a while ago I requested a reckless reader who always fought people (which I loved btw ❤) and at the end of Baizhu's you wrote "he just hoped you wouldn't pick a fight with the wrong person" and after reading that I couldn't stop thinking, do you think you could write a Baizhu x Reader where the reader does fight with the wrong person and nearly dies? (Also I'm very sorry if this is too dark I saw that you don't write dark content)

a moment too late, a lover lost

synopsis - what happens when a reckless s/o picks the wrong person to fight

includes - baizhu

warnings - gn!reader, angst w/ some comfort, fluff toward the end, mentions of injuries and unspecified head injury, wc - 660

a/n: hi hi!! and im so glad you enjoyed it ^^

the silence was practically suffocating.

sitting alone in a back room of bubu pharmacy, all you had were your thoughts and the constant stinging of your wounds. they felt like they were tearing you apart from the inside out, burning at the faintest brush of air and making you wince and scowl occasionally.

any minute now, baizhu would walk back in and treat your wounds. no doubt he would scold you harshly. you knew he would mean well and so you would listen - it's not like you were in any condition to actually go anywhere, and even if you could, baizhu would still scold you eventually.

around twenty minutes ago you picked a fight with someone. it wasn't entirely uncommon for you to get carried away and choose to fight someone on the spot, if anything a common occurrence that baizhu loathed. he wished that you took more care and put more thought into your actions but he knew that was a futile effort.

it was around ten minutes ago that baizhu found you. unfortunately, for the first time, you had picked a fight with the wrong person. the details were blurred and filled with pain - the fight had left you with quite bad head injuries, nothing major but certainly enough to make blurry memories of the encounter. and you were lucky to be found by your lover.

likelihood was that if baizhu was even a minute later you probably would've met the worse. all you saw before your blurry vision faded into static black was a flash of green and the body of your opponent hitting the floor.

you woke up, unsure of how long it had been or even where you were. when your senses had come around, you recognised baizhu sitting beside you looking disappointed. he then proceeded to help sit you up before leaving the room to collect something.

and now he had returned. the disappointment in his gaze hadn't faulted, if anything it intensified as he finally gave your wounds a proper look over. baizhu sighed and a part of you wanted to crawl into a hole away from him and hide. he made light work of the minor cuts, bruises and various other small injuries before turning most of his attention to the major wounds.

noticeably while you were passed out, baizhu tended to the most serious injuries. he wanted to avoid you getting an infection or dying from blood loss or even simply succumbing to your injuries. however a single word had yet to be spoken between either of you. you, too embarrassed, and he was angry, disappointed and mainly concerned.

he knew your habit would've caught up to you eventually, he just wished he could've done more to stop you now. seeing how injured you were hurt him. baizhu wanted to scold you, to get all his frustrations out about nearly losing you and knowing that if he hadn't been there you wouldn't be here anymore.

baizhu could save the scolding for after you rested. for now, he finished tending to your wounds and handing you bitter medicine to deal with the pain. and then carefully, minding agitating any wounds, he took you into his arms. holding you tighter than any other time, fearing that if he let go, you wouldn't be here. that he didn't save you, that he lost you.

you still weren't spared from a very long scolding and being forced into making a promise to stop getting into fights, after a long well needed rest - to which baizhu refused to stray too far.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[itsmeatballworld]

| late nights |

pairing | Frankie Morales x f!reader

wc | 660

a/n | thank you bestie @soulores for reading this before posting. you’re seriously the best 🥺💖 ilyyyy

all smut no plot - 18+ only - oral (f!receiving)

Frankie drags you to the edge of the mattress, his mouth and fingers taking turns between your legs until you are shaking under his hold. He wanted you to remember how this felt, so needy and wanting.

"You like that?" He whispered as his thumb toyed with your clit. He was gentle as another finger circled your entrance. "Tell me."

His voice was like honey, warm and sickly sweet. Your body buzzed with excitement and pleasure as he hoisted your legs over his shoulders.

He tugged you close. “Dime.”

“Mhm,” you whisper breathlessly.

Frankie keeps working you up and down, dragging you closer and closer to climax but never letting you completely finish. It was good at first, exciting, even. But then you were getting frustrated, begging him to keep going like you were going to explode if he didn't keep touching you.

That only seemed to make him harder.

And when he decided to use his tongue again it was like fireworks exploding as every inch of your body tingled and warmed to his touch. Just the sight of you alone withering under his hold had him desperate to pull back and sink down to the hilt, fucking you until you saw stars.

“Yes, baby, right t-there,” your voice pleads as Frankie brushes his mouth against your aching core. He hummed but instead of finishing you, he paused.

Grunting, you wiggled under his grip. "Baby."

And instead of responding, his mouth moved away, pressing kisses along your inner thigh.

Frankie had your knees hooked behind his neck, going so painfully slow as he edged you to the brink too many times. And now you were begging him to either fuck you or finish you because this aching was going to make you snap.

You bite your lip, "Frankie please."

"Have you been a bad girl?"

Your hips rolled to try and make some sort of contact, hoping to relieve this pressure he so eagerly created. But he pulled back, his hands hooked under your knees so he could spread your legs wider.

Frankie's brown eyes honed in on you. Desperate, aching, begging underneath his touch. His eyes darkened. "Answer me."

You nod, "yes."

Frankie's voice dropped an octave lower. "No. Say you've been a bad girl. Because only bad girls get fucked the way I'm going to fuck you."

Like the ocean being blue, and grass being green, you knew what you were going to say. You wiggled against the bed, feeling Frankie's grip loosen and allow your hips more traction. "I've been such a bad girl, Fish. So fucking bad-"

His fingers slipped inside you first, curling and coaxing you, stretching you, just before his head dipped back down.

Frankie smiled - God, he fucking smiled - against your pussy before that tongue started working again. Circling the swollen clit, Frankie moaned into you. His hums of pleasure were like music to your ears as he sucked and teased your overstimulated body.

You mewled, arching as Frankie continued enjoyed every second of this.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, grabbing onto his dark curls for dear life as he flicked his tongue in tight circles. Arching up again, you cried out as he slipped two fingers. He curled and pumped just once before slipping in a third finger.

And then he pulled back just enough to stop, just enough to adjust his grip and align himself at your entrance. Words were never spoken. Instead Frankie listened to your whimpers and gasping whines as he fucked you hard. Each thrust pounded you into the mattress, slamming down against your body one after another.

Frankie gazed down at you with affection muddled with lust, weighing into your body as you rode a body quivering high.

And when it was over, and Frankie released all his pent up tension, not another soul would understand how much he needed you. He’d love you endlessly. And God - he was going to have you every chance he could get.

[se-agapo-skywalker]

Metanoia

CW: unprotected sex, age gap (dilf!Luke), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex (p in v)

WC: 660

Hands grip lightning-scarred shoulders and tangle in greying hair. Above you, Luke moves slowly and rhythmically, languidly rolling his hips into you at a pace that draws you out to the edge of longing.

You don't mind one bit. Sure, he may not have the speed or stamina of a younger man, but he's devoted to your pleasure with so much patience, so much maturity, a relic of his past status as a Jedi.

"Fuck... that's it," Luke groans into your shoulder, beard tickling the skin of your neck. Earlier, when he had gone down on you, the scratchiness of it rubbed the insides of your thighs raw as his tongue danced wickedly through your folds, lips sucking your clit like his life depended on it.

Perhaps it did--after all, you're the first, if not the only, person he's allowed himself to become close to since his exile. Beneath the stoicism, and the grumpiness, you've found the softness and gentleness he's hidden away for all those years, even if he won't admit it. He doesn't need to.

You wrap your legs around Luke's waist and tighten your grip in his hair, eliciting a grunt from him as you tug it slightly. Rolling your hips with his, feeling his cock drag against your walls so deliciously, you let out a breathy moan into his ear. He doesn't respond--at least not vocally--but you know it means the galaxy to him. Every little sound you make, every time you gasp or cry out in pleasure, knowing that it's because of him makes him feel, well... like he has a chance. Like he can still do something right.

And if that something is making love to a beautiful woman, he'll take it.

Nuzzling your face into his cheek, you beckon Luke to turn to face you. He does, reluctantly, icy blue eyes meeting yours. While he's more than willing to take you to bed, he's still unaccustomed to this intimacy and the vulnerability that comes with it.

"You alright?"

You nod, smiling, slowly moving your hand from his hair to grab onto his beard. Before he can question or protest what you're doing--not that he would--you pull on it, gently, drawing his face towards yours. Lips meet, and he melts against you immediately. For the first time in years, he feels... safe. Home. Luke hasn't had one since the temple was destroyed, yet here you are, in his lonely little hut, making him feel human again.

Supporting himself with his mechanical arm, hand still gloved, his flesh hand reaches up to grab your breast. He squeezes firmly, yet tenderly. Of course, he isn't immune to the temptation of your form, he's made that very apparent over the course of your many liaisons together. He wants you, so, so desperately, and it frightens him. If he allows himself to truly be vulnerable with you...

Luke pulls away from the kiss to hide his face in your neck again. You're only permitted to see so much of him--never mind that both of your clothes are in a pile on the floor, and he's currently inside of you--and you know this, but you'll continue to wait for him, however long that may be.

The steadiness of his pace starts to pay off as you feel your climax slowly building within you, aching to consume you in all its fire and passion. Luke can feel you tightening around him, too, so he quickens his pace to help send you over the finish line. And he does--throwing your head back as your orgasm floods your senses, you gasp out his name like a prayer.

Thrusts grow sloppy as Luke's hips stutter, and soon enough, you can feel him spill inside of you. Claiming you as his own. Yes, he knows possession is against the Jedi Code... but to hell with all those rules. All that matters now is that you're here, with him, and neither of you are alone.

[thesunhatesme]

Day 14 - Jam session

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for mushy may 2024! The ending is a bit rushed bc I forgot about it and when I sat down to write it I had no motivation, but here it is! Can you tell I like Muse? Wc:660

Rain had been sitting in the practice room for more than an hour now, but he was so close to learning. He had been trying for ages to learn the bass line of Hysteria and it was finally starting to sound somewhat good. It was quite complicated but now that he got the hang of it, he couldn't stop, all hours of practice finally paying off.

He turned the big speakers on and connected his phone to it. He turned the volume up and hit play. It took a couple of tries until he managed to play it correctly, but when he did, he felt like he could fly, he was so happy. This song had been one of his goals ever since he started playing bass and now he finally learned how to play it.

He was in the middle of the song when Phantom walked in and leaned against the wall, waiting for Rain to finish. “Hey Bug” Rain said as he turned down the music. “Do you need anything?” He asked. Phantom fiddled nervously with the hem of his sleve as he spoke. “I heard you were playing Muse and I… uhm, I like Muse and…uhm I wondered if I...uhmm, if I could join you?” He asked, looking everywhere else than Rain. “Of course you can!”

Phantom plugged his guitar in and took a seat, “What song are you playing?” He asked as Rain dug through a drawer, looking for the guitar part of the song. “Hysteria”, “Have you played it before?” Rain asked as he handed him the paper, sitting down again. “Yeah, I love that song!”

They played it through a couple of times before they tried it with music, making sure they played in tune. They turned the volume up and started playing. By the fifth time they were both jumping around and singing the lyrics while playing. Phantom was singing the main parts and Rain was singing the backup vocals, both smiling the whole time.

They turned the music down and sat down, both out of breath. “Do you know any other muse songs?” Rain asked when he had catched his breath. Phantom started counting all the ones he knew, which was quite many, he loved their guitar solos. He started counting them up for Rain until they found one they both could play. 

“Yes! That one I can play” Rian interrupted him. “MK Ultra?”. “Yes!” Rain said as he picked up his bass, Phantom quickly doing the same. They turned the music on and started playing. 

After a couple of times they wanted to try another song, ending up with Supermassive Black Hole. They were jumping around and singing when Rain got the idea to try to record it. He knew how to play the drums and could probably learn the part fairly quickly. “We should try to record it”, he suggested. Phantom agreed enthusiastically, setting his guitar down.

After hours of practicing, a few snack breaks and a lunch break, they were finally ready to record it. Rain got behind the drumset and Phantom hit the record. Then they recorded guitar, bass and some precaution before they did the vocals. They decided that Phantom would do the lead vocals and Rain would do the backing vocals.

After a couple of hours they were done and they sat down to listen to it. “We should  burn this onto a cd” Phantom suggested, “So we can make sure our first cover won't disappear”. “That's a great idea!” Rain called out as he started taking out all the cd burning equipment. 

Phantom inserted the blank disc in the burner and selected the file. Rain pulled out a case for it and wrote the date, the name of the song and their names.

Later that night they showed the others, standing by the end of the kitchen table, proudly listening with the others to their recording. Everyone, of course, loved it and thought it sounded beautiful.