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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Sleeping Vampire ー Sakamaki Ayato

Source: Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

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Ayato takes a seat on your bed.

*Thud*

"Che...Oi, wake up, Chichinashi. I don’t mind assaultin’ you in your sleep like usual. But I’m not really hungry, you know. I actually came all the way to your room to have you keep me company, so whatcha sleepin’ for, huh? Geez. Wake up already! (1) It’d be hella dull if you’re just snoozin’ away, right? Come on, look this way!

*Rustle*

“What? You really think you can pretend to be asleep and trick me with that crappy act of yours? Hehe...Well, I don’t mind playin’ along though? You’re basically givin’ me a free pass to do anythin’ I want, right? Hmー... Touchin’ you somewhere you wouldn’t want me to sounds fun...but to your current self, anythin’ I do is basically a reward. You’ve gotten totally used to it...You’re the scary one of us two. You feign ignorance, but you can’t fight back ‘gainst my fangs. If anything...They make you totally happy. ...For real, that’s what makes you fascinatin’, hehe.

Speaking of which, I feel like I haven’t seen you twist your face in fear very much as of late. Even the face you make when in pain...always changes right away? You end up looking at me with a longing expression...Well, that’s not bad either though? Hehe. I won’t let you deny it, you know? ‘Bout the expressions you make to entice men. ...It’s a conscious decision you make, isn’t you?”

You remain quiet.

“Che...You’re really persistin’ ‘bout pretendin’ to be asleep, huh? Fine by me? In that case, I’ll do as I please too. Your expression yearnin’ for pleasure isn’t the only face I wanna see you make after all. Seeing you shake all over like a fool from fear, or even hearing you cry out like an idiot from the pain and sufferin’ would work too. Also...Those eyes full of despair, not even capable of sheddin’ tears are quite the treat as well. ...Aah, makes me wanna see them again for the first time in a while. Say...You don’t mind, do you?

You still give no reaction.

“...Che. Oi, Chichinashi! This is the part where you jump up and make a fool out of yourself by gettin’ mad, no!? The fuck’s up with that reaction? It’s annoyin’! At this rate, I’m actually gonna do it, you know? My fangs only ever make you happy...so I’ll do somethin’ different. ...Hehe. Seems like you think that you’ve been through hell and back already. But that was only the very beginning. I’m more than capable of givin’ you a taste of pain you’ve never experienced before, don’t forget that? I’ll test whether you can...endure it or not.”

You flinch.

“Haha...You’ve got your brows furrowed, you know? (2) Even if you tense up your body, it’ll still hurt...and you’d still suffer...right? Better not regret it? Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

You open your eyes.

“Pfft...That face! What are you looking so surprised ‘bout? Haha...Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

“You’ve finally woken up, huh?”

*Thud*

“Oi! Don’t be pushin’ me away from the moment you open your eyes! Hehe...Aren’t your cheeks a lil’ flushed?”

You ask him what this is about

“You wanna know what I’m doin’? ...Kissin’ you, duh. I don’t know what you were thinkin’ I’d do...but you like this sorta stuff, don’t you? You had this really dreamy look in your eyes after I kissed you, you know? Well, I’m the one kissin’ you. I guess that’s a given.

You try and explain your reaction.

Even so...Don’t be resistin’ when I’m kissin’ me. Ahー Did you think I’d do somethin’ a little more intense? Say...What were you imaginin’ while layin’ there with your eyes closed?”

You refuse to say.

“I’m askin’ you a question so answer me. You thought I’d do something a little more extreme, didn’t you?”

You avert your gaze.

“Hehe...Oi, what’s your answer? You can shake your head and pretend to be innocent all you want, but I already know what kinda girl you are deep down. You were imaginin’ what horrible things I’d do to you, weren’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip.

“Say...Just a few smooches doesn’t satisfy you, does it?”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Haha...Ahー Geez, shut up. Don’t get your panties in a knot. You’re the one who kept quiet this whole time, and now you’re this wide awake. You’re a hundred years too early to try and defy me.”

You ask him to stop.

“...’Stop’? Hmph. You think you have the right to say that? I’m hurt. I mean, you tried to deceive me just now, didn’t you? Why were you pretendin’ to be asleep?”

You explain.

“Hah? You were actually sleepin’? Are you stupid? No way I’d listen to your excuses!”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Where do you think you’re goin’? Don’t move without my permission.”

You try and blame Ayato for sneaking into your room.

“Haah? I attack you during your sleep all the time though? Why complain about it now?”

You tell him you want to sleep now.

“Fool. You really think I care if you’re tired or not? Why are you so tired anyway? ...Che, were you doin’ somethin’ behind my back? Don’t tell me...You haven’t been bitten by one of the other dudes, right? You know what will happen if you let someone else suck your bloo...Wait, that’s not the case?”

You try and explain yourself.

“You were studyin’ the whole time...Up until this late at night? Well, that’s not my problem tho...”

You point out that Ayato has gotten the same assignment.

“It does? ...Homework? Math problems? ...No idea. I don’t even know which problems you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

You tell him there will be a test as well.

“A test for English class? No clue either. ...Why, you ask? ...I was asleep durin’ class so how do you expect me to remember?”

You sigh.

“Wouldn’t anyone grow sleepy whem havin’ to listen to some teacher recitin’ formulas or English phrases like it’s some sort of spell?”

You tell him it’s important to write that stuff down.

“Haah? Why would I take notes? I don’t need that crap, and even if I do, I can just steal yours.”

You complain.

“Fuck off! Don’t talk all high and mighty for a Chichinashi! You keep on tellin’ me not to snooze during class but who gives a damn? Listenin’ to those borin’ lectures like you do isn’t my cup of tea.”

You tell him he’ll be in trouble for the exams next week.

“...Aah? We’ve got tests next week as well? First thing I hear ‘bout that.”

You scold him.

“...Aah!? Shut up! Who cares ‘bout that trivial crap!?”

You warn Ayato about having to repeat his year.

“...Heeh? You’re worried ‘bout me havin’ to repeat my year, huh? Aah, right. I guess you don’t want us to get separated.”

You shake your head.

“Aah? You wouldn’t like that, no?”

You shrug.

“For example...You’ll no longer be able to beg for my fangs whenever you’re craving them, you know?”

You get flustered again.

“Haha...What? Sometimes you’re the one who asks for it, remember? Being all like ‘I want to be pierced by Ayato-kun’s fangs so badly, I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Even if you don’t voice it out loud, it’s written all over your face, you know?”

You try and deny it.

“Haha...That’s what it looks like to me so can you blame me? For example...Right. You were spacin’ out during last period yesterday, weren’t you?”

You tell him that’s not true.

“Nah, I remember? Your jaw was all slacked (3), I was actually wonderin’ whether you’d start droolin’ or not. ...You were thinkin’ of me, weren’t you?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t lie! Then why did you have that dreamy look in your eyes!? You’ve been tellin’ me off for sleepin’ during class, so there’s no way you’d admit you were sleepy yourself and yawned, right? So, what was the deal, huh?”

You don’t reply.

“...Hehe. Since you’re stayin’ quiet, you’re basically admittin’ it, huh? What were you daydreamin’ ‘bout during class? Come on, tell me. ...Specifyin’ which part of me you were thinkin’ ‘bout is fine as well, you know?”

You tell him to stop since he already saw right through you.

“Shut up! I don’t care if I’m right or not! Answer me...Is it my fangs you like? Or perhaps...”

*Rustle rustle*

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...This tongue? Haha...You like gettin’ licked, don’t you?”

You flinch.

“Say, does bein’ licked really feel that good? ...Hehe. Ahー I guess it depends on where I lick you? Well, I know all of your sensitive spots tho. You prefer bein’ licked over bein’ carrassed, no? How is it?”

You look away.

“If you don’t give me an answer soon, I’ll only keep on addin’ questions? It’d be in your best interest to stop blushin’ and just honestly tell me, you know?”

You respond.

“...Haha. You should have just genuinely admitted you like it right away. Well, it’s something I already knew though. That you just love me oh-so much.”

You tell Ayato it’s embarrassing to hear him confess his love like that.

“Hehe...You’re the one who confessed, no? You like bein’ licked by my tongue, don’t you?”

You whimper softly.

“...Haha. You’ve totally gotten a taste of it.”

You blink in confusion.

“Of what, you ask? The taste of joy from bein’ toyed ‘round with like this?”

You deny it.

“Hah...? Oi, what didya say just now?”

You repeat it.

“Heeh, you really think you can tell me you hate me and get away with it?”

You retaliate.

“That’s exactly the part of me you dislike? ...What a cruel woman you are. I’m doin’ this to please you tho?”

You frown.

“What? Got a problem with that?”

You reply.

“Heeh...You’ve sure got guts. But you won’t get away talkin’ back to me like that. If you wanna know what I’ll do...For starters, I’ll kick you out from underneath these soft, comfortable covers...How ‘bout payin’ a visit to the torture chamber for the first time in a while? Hehe...I won’t let you say you’ve forgotten ‘bout that place.”

Your eyes widen.

“Hehe...Seems like imaginin’ it gave you a good wake-up call.”

You tell him it’s bed time.

“Shut up. Do you really need to sleep? I’m invitin’ you along to keep me company. You should feel honored?”

You remind Ayato that you have school tomorrow.

“Aah? You really think I’d give a damn ‘bout classes tomorrow? If you get sleepy, you can just snooze there, or you could always skip school as well. ...Hah? Whatcha mean, you’d leave me behind and go to classes? You really think I’d let you? Fool! For one, why are you so damn fussy ‘bout goin’ to class? I take my eyes off you for one second and you’ve run off to some other classroom...Just the other day, you didn’t come back until 3rd period!”

You explain.

“...Off-campus activities? You were participatin’ in that shit? ...What I did in the meantime...? Nothin’, really. When I woke up, the classroom was empty, so I decided to kill time by sleepin’ some more but you just wouldn’t come back...So when I wandered ‘round the hallway for a bit, I messed up and let Reiji find me. I panciked and made a run for it, endin’ up in the broadcastin’ room. Mr. Sleepyhead was snoozin’ soundly there, so I decided to drop one of the vases in the room on the floor. Yet he wouldn’t wake up at all! That dude definitely has some screws loose!”

You tell him off.

“Aah? Who cares ‘bout a stupid vase or two. I was honestly goin’ to throw it at him, but it was heavy so I scratched that idea.”

You tell him that would have hurt Shuu.

“The fuck...? Don’t be worryin’ ‘bout some other guy!”

You ask if he’s upset because you were worried about Shuu.

“Of course. What else could I mean? Geez...I was runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for you ‘cause you had disappeared, remember?”

You explain.

“Fuck off! Whether it’s goin’ to another classroom (4) or havin’ to go change for P.E., you just wander off on your own too often! You really expect me to remember our time table? ...Hmph! You can just drag me along to the next classroom, can’t you? ...It’s dull ‘cause you keep on disappearin’ on me without a word of warning.”

You sigh.

“Hmph. I’m definitely not lettin’ you sleep until it gets dark outside...We’re skippin’ school today.”

You protest.

“Heeh...Then let’s see if you can lull me to sleep instead. Hehe. Give it a try if you dare. However, I slept through most classes except for gym today, so it’s not gonna be easy?”

You ask for a hint.

“A hint? How am I supposed to think of somethin’ when I’m the one who can’t sleep? On top of that, you have to do the work, right? ...Hehe. Altho I feel like I’d only feel even more awake if you were to sing me a lullaby or somethin’. What else...I guess you could read me a book too. Hmー Actually, there’s this book I’ve been curious ‘bout, so read it to me.”

You ask for the title.

“The title? What was it again? ...I don’t remember, but the contents seemed really excitin’. It was somethin’ ‘bout what happens beyond the stuff they teach you in health class (5)...Which means it has a bunch of good stuff written in there, right? I’m sure it teaches you ‘bout the things left out by the textbooks, don’t you think? Hehe, aren’t you curious too? I’m pretty sure I saw it layin’ ‘round in Laito’s room...”

You seem skeptical.

“Hehe...Exactly. I saw it lined up in that freak’s room. Seeing as he kept it on the very back of the shelf, I’m pretty sure the contents are pretty extreme...? Say, doesn’t that pique your interest?”

You tell him it is an anatomy book.

“Ahー A book on the human body? Then, it’d talk ‘bout the different mechanisms of the body too, righ?”

You explain.

“Hah? It has anatomy drawings in it? The different parts of the ‘capillary vessels’...And now in English? (5) Don’t think you can deceive me like that! ...Whatever. I’ll find out once I go fetch it.”

You frown.

“I’m looking forward to it, you know? Especially...the erotic scenes and such? I don’t mind if you teach me directly with your body either? Aah, by the way, you can’t just read it with a monotone voice, okay? Make sure to put some emotion in there. ...While imaginin’ it, okay? If there’s a part you don’t get, I’ll teach you. For example...Like this, perhaps?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Haha...What’s with that...Pfft...lame reaction?”

You get mad.

“Ahー I know! Stop complainin’ and get to business.”

You frown.

“Whatever, just listen to what I say. You want me to fall asleep, don’t you? Then you’ll have to do somethin’ ‘bout that. And who knows, your book-reading might actually do the trick.”

You nod.

“Haha, if you understand...then hurry up and go get the book.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“I’m not listenin’ to what you have to say. Come on, get movin’. Ahー... But, I guess I can’t let you go to that pervert’s room at this hour.”

Ayato moves away

*Rustle*

“I’ll go get it instead so wait here, ‘kay? I’ll choose a really intense one. Once I’ve got my hands on the book, I’ll have you read it out loud no matter what, okay? Hehe.

You tug him back into the bed by his sleeve.

*Rustle*

"That hurt! Che...Grabbin’ me so aggressively, when the fuck did you get that strong?”

You apologize.

“Hehe...Well, this isn’t a big deal. More importantly...What do you want from me to grab me that desperately? You don’t want me to go get the book? But aren’t you the one who said you wanted to put me to bed? Or maybe...Ahー I see. ...Since you’re this frantic, I guess you really don’t want me to leave your bed, huh? If you admit you don’t want us to be apart for even one second, I don’t mind listenin’ to your request? So...Beg me not to leave.”

You whisper.

“...Can’t hear you. Well then, guess I’ll go fetch that pervert’s book...”

You grab hold of his hand.

*Rustle*

“Haha...Didn’t think I’d see you cling onto me like that.”

You try and explain yourself.

“What part am I wrong about? You don’t want me to leave, right? I won’t let you say it’s just ‘cause you don’t wanna read the book. Hehe...Be honest with yourself already. You don’t want to be separated from me, do you?”

You nod.

“Heehー Fine, fine. If you want me to stay close that badly, I’ll embrace you...like this.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Your heart’s beatin’ way too fast. Are you that happy? Also...Nn...You smell sweet. I wonder why you smell this sweet...?”

You ask if he’ll suck your blood.

“Not really...I’m not gonna suck your blood today.”

You seem puzzled.

“...Since you seem to want it so badly, I won’t.”

You giggle.

“Don’t laugh. Instead...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Hah...Haha, that expression...I can’t get enough of it. What do you mean? ...Exactly like I said. I mean you’re incredibly cute.”

You protest.

“What’s the problem? I feel that way so just honestly accept it.”

You note that Ayato is acting off.

“It’s out-of-character for me...? I don’t go ‘round sayin’ this to just ‘bout anyone, you know? ...Hehe. It’s written all over your face that you’re actually barely containin’ your joy. Well, I guess that’s to be expected since I made an exception to praise you like that. Come on...Cling onto me tighter. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“You should take some initiative as well. While kissin’...I’ll let you do as you please.”

You kiss him.

*Smooch*

“...Pfft. You suck. Press them properly against each other. That wasn’t nearly enough. More...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...It’s already night out, huh?”

You seem worried about school.

“...Well, I don’t mind lettin’ you sleep soon. ...If you were to fall asleep now, you’d still be in the land of dreams by the time the limousine leaves after all.”

You shake your head.

“What? You’re gonna go to school without gettin’ any sleep? Che...Don’t be actin’ like such a miss goody-two shoes. Hold up...Oi. Your eyes are already startin’ to look drowsy...Well, fallin’ asleep while kissin’ doesn’t sound half bad either, does it?”

He kisses you again.

“Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...Dozin’ off while entangled like this might be nice too. The possessive side inside of me will feel satisfied seeing your melted expression, and at some point, I’ll just nod off without realizin’...I thought that was normal but this might be another way to go ‘bout it as well. I’ll kiss you, so just go sleep already...Nn.”

*Smooch*

You try your best to stay awake.

“Just forget ‘bout school. You’d just fall asleep during the test if you were to go, don’t you think? Stop strugglin’ in vain already. Instead of...goin’ to that stupid school, you should just stay with me the whole time...I’m tellin’ you you can sleep in my arms.”

You blush.

“That way, you won’t suddenly disappear on me the second I take my eyes off you. You’re always talkin’ ‘bout havin’ to collect hand-outs or cleanin’ the classroom (7), right? There’s no need for you to do that shit though. You should only ever work for my sake. For one, I don’t like it when you get up from your seat...Actually, why do we have individual seats at school anyway? They should just use sofas instead.”

*Rustle*

“That’d be perfect to keep you locked in my embrace like this...don’t you think? I definitely won’t let you go. ...Hehe, just give up. You can no longer run. Fall asleep already. ...Goodnight.”

You close your eyes.

“...What? You actually fell asleep? ...Pfft. What a silly face. You’ve got your mouth wide open, you know? This kind of expression of yours...It’s not that interesting, but not bad either. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“I didn’t think I’d feel this way...just from connectin’ our lips. Say...How ‘bout you? Che, she’s sound asleep...Guess she won’t wake up anymore now that it’s this late. Hehe...I won’t allow you to dream ‘bout some other guy, okay? Only ever...look at me...”

Ayato closes his eyes as well.

Once you wake up tomorrow morning...You better tell me...what you dreamt about...”

He dozes off.

“Nn...Yui...I love you...Nn...”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 目をさます or ‘me o samasu’ literally means ‘to open one’s eyes’, but in English the verb ‘to wake up’ is actually a little more accurate.

(2) Literally he points out that there are ‘wrinkles’ in between her eyebrows.

(3) しまりのない or ‘shimari no nai’ is always tricky for me to translate because it means ‘loose’, ‘lax’ or ‘slack’. I can’t help but feel like it sounds awkward in English though.

(4) At Japanese high schools, the students generally stay in the same classroom while the teachers swap. However, for certain classes such as art, music and science, they may have to move to another classroom which has the right equipment. These are called ‘移動教室’ or ‘idou-kyoushitsu’ which means ‘moving classroom’, literally.

(5) Sex education is also a part of 保健体育 or ‘hoken-taiku’ which is ‘health class’, so I’m sure Ayato is talking about some sort of erotic novel.

(6) Literally he asks her what language she is speaking, implying he has no idea what she is talking about.

(7) Students at Japanese middle & high schools usually help out with several tasks such as cleaning the classroom after classes are over, or collecting print-outs and carrying them to the staff room. Even in the games, there’s a bunch of scenarios where Yui is asked to do that sort of stuff.

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sxnyarostova · 3 years ago

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pie

hi so the oklahoma brainrot got to me basically laurey and aunt eller own a pie store and curly’s a detective and he works next door to said pie store

Laurey Williams is almost certain that she hates- no, despises- Curly McLain. All he knows how to do is flirt and loiter; she’s had to shoo him away numerous times from the threshold of the bakery with a broom. But he’s still a paying customer, so she’s no longer allowed to scowl and swear at him when he walks through the door. Aunt Eller makes her “play nice;” it sucks.

Speak of the devil, she thinks sourly, watching as the cocky detective strides in like he owns the place. “Aunt Eller!” he says, swooping in, and then he grins wide and-

“‘lo, Laurey,” he whistles, his boots clacking against the floor. He’s looking fancy today; his usually untameable head of hair’s been parted, somehow, and it’s-

She stops herself before she can scrutinise his appearance any further. Taking a deep breath through her nose and exhaling loudly, Laurey turns around, cracking her flour-dusted knuckles in the process. Aunt Eller shoots her a look, but Laurey doesn’t pay it any mind.

“Lord,” Laurey hears Aunt Eller mutter under her breath. “Here we go.”

“Hello,” Laurey replies cooly, her tone just a tad too sweet to not be holding any venom.

Curly’s got about as much self-preservation as Laurey does patience, so he saunters right up to her and says, “How’s the prettiest girl in the whole town doin’ today?”

“Thought that was Gertie,” Laurey hums nonchalantly, pretending to be interested in the little chalkboard that they’ve got propped up against the counter. “Word spreads like wildfire in this town; thought you’d know that.”

She smirks as Curly blushes as red as the sugary filling of her famous cherry pies; Laurey’s hit a sore spot, hasn’t she?

“Well,” Curly starts. “Gertie ain’t nowhere near as purty as you, Miss Laurey, and ya know, it‘s somethin’ called courtesy, I s’pose, me complimentin’ her.”

“Mm,” Laurey hums. “So you gonna buy anythin’, or am I gonna have to tell you to get again?”

“Y’got no flow, Laurey,” he whines, but he pulls out his wallet anyway, thumbing through the bills. “I’ll jus’ take one of your apple pies, please.”

Laurey reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a box; inside it is Curly’s pie. He comes ‘round virtually every day to get one, so she keeps one underneath the counter at all times, just in case.

“So,” he says offhandedly, taking the box and handing Laurey a handful of bills. “About the community dance tonight. Anyone asked ya out yet?”

“Naw,” she replies. “You?”

He shakes his head. “I was thinkin’ of askin’ you, actually,” he says, and for a fleeting moment, Curly McLain feels genuine to her. She’s missed this side of him; he used to be fun to be around.

“Mm,” she says. She ignores the way her cheeks flare up just a little, and how her heart skips a few beats when she looks into those eyes- lands, she thinks. She’s gotta hate him a lot to be feelin’ like this. “I guess that I’ll think ‘bout it.”

“Aww!” Curly protests. “But the dance- it’s t’night!”

“How about this,” Laurey says, and she knows that Aunt Eller’s only pretending to be kneading at a lump of dough in the corner. “You can come over here when your shift’s over, and my mind- it’ll be made up by then.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Laurey, but alright,” he says, picking up the box and tipping his wide-brimmed hat that's awfully reminiscent of a cowboy's. “I’ll be waitin’.”

She watches as he leaves, his broad-shouldered figure disappearing out of the doorway. Propping her chin up on the back of her hands, Laurey sighs, and she swears that it’s nothing longing or sentimental.

“You gonna say yes?” Eller asks, nudging Laurey’s side with an elbow. “You’re going to, right? You’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes again.”

“Maybe I will,” Laurey replies, but there’s a pretty little smile dancin’ on her lips. “Or maybe I won't.”

(Perhaps, Laurey thinks, and just perhaps, she doesn’t despise Curly McLain after all.)

#oklahoma!#oklahoma 2019 #laurey williams #aunt eller #curly mclain #amity writes

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simwoman2002 · 4 years ago

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Oh, Sweetheart

Summary: After Arthur has a close run-in with some Lemoyne Raiders, Tilly takes care of his wounds. Flirtation, conversation of feelings, and much fluff ensue. Arthur Morgan x Tilly Jackson.

“Arthur, I wish you’d be more careful with yourself,” Tilly fussed over the giant bear of a man sitting there before her. He chuckled a bit before grunting slightly when Tilly touched the whiskey-covered cloth to the somewhat deep wound on his arm.

“Yes, I do know,” he grumbled in low tones, and Tilly shook her head.

“Now what was it that you did?” she asked, despite already knowing the story. Arthur easily complied with her request without fight as she tended his wound there on his shoulder.

He had apparently rode out of camp, aiming to go and do some hunting. Unfortunately, some of the Lemoyne Raiders were out and about and deemed it necessary to try to put a bullet in him. Arthur had not gone into much detail over this part of his journey, but essentially, Tilly understood that it must have been a rather close shave, quite literally given the wound on his forearm. A bullet had grazed him, and he came back to camp.

It was then that Tilly Jackson hurried over to him, noticing the blood, and she had whisked him away before any of the other girls around camp even had the slightest of chances to do so themselves, much less even notice the wound.

So assuredly, she did not truly need to listen to the story again to be able to understand all of the details. Truthfully, Tilly just wanted an excuse to hear his voice rumbling in that deep growl that made her heart stutter and her mind cloud up in a dreamy haze.

“And that was when I came back here, was swept off my feet, and dragged up the stairs to be tortured in my own room,” Arthur deadpanned in his grand finishing statement, and Tilly just rolled her eyes, lightly smacking his uninjured arm.

“Now, hush, you needed some medical attention, and you know it,” Tilly scolded, not meaning a word of it as she smiled softly. He chuckled under his breath.

“I know, and I am grateful,” Arthur told her, and she knew he was being sincere about the entire thing. Tilly smiled slightly, binding his arm since she had cleaned the small gash.

“Good,” Tilly nodded resolutely as she pulled a bit more sharply on the cloth than she had meant to.

“Ah,” he made a light noise of pain in response. An apology was already on her lips, but he swiftly spoke before she could begin to voice it.

“Is it too late to take the gratitude back?” Arthur questioned, and Tilly tried to keep from smiling as she made a face of mock offense.

“Mister Morgan!”

Arthur immediately laughed at her, and Tilly couldn’t help but giggle along as she put down the cloth.

“I’m just sayin’! You tryin’ to torture a feller,” Arthur grinned, and Tilly just shook her head at him, leaning in closer with a big smile to match his.

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” Tilly told him in a manner that was doubtlessly coming on to be very flirtatious. Of course, Tilly couldn’t seem to find it in herself to hold back. Not with how they had been playing this dangerous game for a long while now.

“Well, I s’pose even if you were doin’ somethin’, I wouldn’t be able to complain, now, would I?” Arthur jested, lowering his voice a little and she just shook her head cheekily.

Tilly looked down at him fondly, her heart aglow with warmth from their exchange. However, she soon found that she was much closer to him than she had ever been during this entire conversation. In fact, she was so close that she could see the small specks of green and gold in his eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat with her sudden very close look at him.

Inevitably, after a long moment of this closeness where she was actually able to smell the tantalizingly musky scent of leather and snake oil on him— after all, this was not the first time that the two of them had experienced one of these moments— he pulled away. While Tilly ordinarily would have just let it go with a slight laugh, she allowed her disappointment and her slightly more irrational thoughts to take hold and control her tongue.

“Why?” she asked, and Arthur looked at her, furrowing his brow in something between interest, worry, and confusion.

“Huh?” he replied somewhat dumbly, and she clarified herself.

“Why do you always do that?” Tilly questioned, allowing a bit of her sadness to slide into her tone. He still attempted to act as if he was not sure about what she was talking about, but she could tell by the way that his posture had slightly stiffened that he was indeed well-aware of the subject she was addressing.

“I’m afraid I still don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a dumb, pig-headed ol’ feller, after all,” Arthur chuckled, insulting himself in that manner in which he was so prone to do.

“Why do you always pull away when we’re so close?”

“Well, for starters, it just ain’t proper, an’ I don’t want you thinkin’ I’m getting’ fresh with you,” Arthur explained, and Tilly huffed slightly in exasperation.

“Arthur, have you ever… maybe considered that I… Well, that I want you that close?” Tilly boldly asked, deciding to embrace that typical no-nonsense reputation that she had around camp. Or at least, the one that she was so often fondly accused of having.

“Tilly, you don’t really know that you want that,” he laughed a bit, and Tilly looked at him disapprovingly.

“I want that,” Tilly asserted defiantly, folding her arms over her chest as she took in Arthur’s uncertain yet sad expression.

“Sweetheart, you don’t want me,” he told her in one of those usual defeated, self-deprecating tones with that familiar grimace of a smile that looked more like he was baring his teeth.

“Arthur Morgan, I ain’t having none of that.”

“I’m an old man. You’re a pretty, young thing. You don’t need some codger,” Arthur informed her, and Tilly felt a bit of anger rising in her chest as she grew more rebellious. She wanted Arthur, and the age difference between them was of little importance to her. In fact, it somehow worked to make him more attractive.

“I don’t care about the fact that you’re older than me. That don’t matter. After all, you’re only about nine years my senior, right?”

“More like twelve,” Arthur expressed, chuckling cynically, and Tilly shook her head.

“That don’t make no difference. I still want you, Arthur,” Tilly expressed, and Arthur shook his head, lowering it before he slowly looked back up at her.

“Tilly, I ain’t what you need---”

“Do you want me?” Tilly asked, throwing herself out there. She waited with bated breath, knowing that now the moment of truth had finally come. She was about to know the truth.

They had been dancing around one another for the longest time with slight flirtatious remarks here and there, and Tilly had been sweet on him for as long as she could remember. Of course, all of the girls at camp undeniably found him to be extremely attractive, but his eyes always seemed to linger when he looked at her and his smile seemed to be just a bit bigger whenever he would tip his hat and gaze at her underneath that worn, torn hat of his.

Which made her truly hope that he felt the same as she did.

“Now, I---”

“Do you want me?” Tilly repeated the question, waiting bravely for the answer. She was ready. There was no more time for waiting. She was tired of wishing and waiting and hoping for something if she was never going to get it. She wanted to know that she— that they— had a chance.

It would break her heart if they did not, but she would rather know the answer now so that she could start picking up the pieces of that shattered heart if she was going to face rejection.

Arthur sighed deeply, bowing his head, and she swallowed hard, accepting the response that she had interpreted through his gesture. She took a deep, shaky breath as she turned around, trying to compose herself.

It did hurt horribly. It stung deeper than anything else that she could think of. The pain was worse than any she had ever experienced, and it almost took her breath away.

However, before she could soak herself too deeply in this sorrow, she felt a giant, rough, calloused hand take her wrist in the gentlest of gestures. Arthur turned her around to face him, and before she could really focus on what was happening, his hand was at the back of her neck and her forehead was pressed against his own, her lips soon following.

Tilly gasped in the kiss, but her fingers were soon wrapped in the folds of his partially unbuttoned shirt. He pulled her down further, and she soon found herself sitting there on his lap. One hand was on her waist and the other was still resting on her neck, his thumb rubbing circles against her neck.

Now her breath was taken away in an entirely new manner.

And quite honestly, she loved it.

She slid her hands up and around his neck, not really knowing what she was doing since she had never really been kissed like this before. She carefully threaded her fingers through his hair, and he made a deep noise of what sounded almost like approval. He leaned into the kiss a bit more and she felt her heart jump into her throat with the movement.

After a long moment, he finally broke away and she gaped at him, wide-eyed and honestly quite uncertain of herself. However, Tilly could not help the look of want that was doubtlessly clouded her eyes as she looked into his own blue-green pools.

Arthur glanced down at her slightly parted lips for a moment before wrenching his gaze away and back to her eyes.

“Tilly Jackson, I’m always gonna want and need you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head ‘bout that,” he assured her, his voice gravelly and low and the sound of it almost sent shivers down her spine. He closed his eyes before reopening them finally, looking much more tired than he ever had before.

“But you don’t need me, darlin’,” he proclaimed to her finally in an almost bittersweet tone.

“Arthur Morgan, I’m always gonna need you. And I’m always gonna want you,” Tilly told him, wanting more than anything to lean in and touch her lips to his own but finding that she did not quite have the courage just yet.

He looked at her silently, and in that moment, she could see the small flickering of the candlelight of hope in his eyes. But she could also see the dark hand of fear and past experience working its hardest to put out the flame.

“Are you sure?” Arthur finally questioned. Tilly allowed her fingers to move from the back of his neck to the sides of his face, her fingers running through the small, short hairs lightly covering his face.

“Completely,” she replied to him, and he studied her for only a moment longer before he leaned in and she found their lips reconnected. She smiled against his mouth, absolutely giddy with the answer she found in his actions this time. Tilly stroked his face and ran her hands down so that she was touching his hot, tanned neck.

And it was then that she knew she had been living a dull, droning existence, and in those blue-green eyes, she saw the world for the first time.

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shemakesmusic-uk · 3 years ago

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Getting to Know...

Bailey Baum.

Today, pop singer-songwriter Bailey Baum reveals her debut EP Over It via Next Wave Records / Ultra Records. The 5-track EP features past singles ‘Bad For Me,’ ‘Over It,’ and ‘Take Me All The Way,’ as well as two brand new songs, ‘Not Missing You’ and ‘Thinkin Bout Me.’

The Over It EP is a raw, emotional story packaged with ethereal soundscape, captivating melodies, and vivid lyricism. Written as a means to traverse her own transformative heartbreak, Bailey explores the confusing yet painfully familiar feelings of despair, sadness, frustration, and regret over the course of the 5 tracks. Eventually, Bailey emerges from the ashes of heartbreak — and gets “over it — through self-love, growth, and acceptance.

Raised in Dallas and now based in Los Angeles, 24-year-old Bailey Baum has a knack for capturing the emotion of what it’s like to be a twenty-something woman navigating life, love, heartbreak, friendships, and everything in-between. With reflective lyrics, stirring soulful vocals, and clever pop melodies, her songs are relatable but never predictable. Over the past few years, Bailey has perfected her dreamy, left-of-center pop style that draws comparisons to contemporaries like BANKS, Lana Del Rey, and Lennon Stella.

We had a chat with Bailey all about Over It amongst other things. Read the Q&A below.

Hi Bailey! How are you? What does a typical day look like for you at the moment?

"Hiii! I’m good, super excited to have this EP out! A typical day for me starts with making a matcha or coffee and doing my skincare routine. Then, I check up on my socials and look at my emails. Lately I’ve been working on this EP release and building my website for a merch drop. I always take about 20/30 minutes a day working on piano and vocals too. I have some days where I’m in the studio or I’m working on videos/photoshoots, and then I’ll end my day by seeing friends or staying in and watching a tv show! I love to also spend time outdoors to clear my mind at some point everyday. I think it’s important to make time for yourself in your routine especially when things are busy."

You've just released your debut EP Over It. What's the record about and what does it mean to you?

"I would say Over It is whatever you want it to be. As all music is, this project should be subject to whatever emotions the listener is feeling at that time. And for that reason the meaning of this project can be ever changing. Some may listen to it and feel feelings of falling in love, happiness, being carefree, young, crazy etc. Other people might listen to it and feel empowered to make a decision in a relationship that they’ve been cycling through for a long time. And someone else might listen to it and feel sad, brokenhearted, or even lonely. I felt all of those different emotions throughout the making of this project so I know it can be perceived in all of those different ways."

Please take us through your songwriting/creative process for Over It. What was your favourite part? And what did you find most challenging about it?

"This EP was really fun to make. I mainly worked out of Nashville and Oklahoma so I was able to turn the process into a fun trip. It’s nice to get away to create. I worked with a few incredible songwriters to create this EP. I had some ideas and they helped bring them to life. Everything honestly fell together pretty easily but I would say the hardest part was being open and honest. Creating music is vulnerable and these songs are so true to my life and feelings so sharing them felt scary but I’m excited and ready for people to hear it now."

What do you hope fans will take away from Over It?

"I hope they are able to realize they are not alone in their emotions and experiences. We all have moments of feeling heartbroken and I want to remind people it's okay to focus on yourself and your feelings. That’s what I did during this whole year of working on the EP and that helped me so much."

Finally, what else is next for you? Do you have any gigs lined up? Are you working on any more new music?

"I am releasing merch which I’m super stoked about! I also have some other things I can’t mention just yet that I'm excited about. Mainly I'm gonna be focusing on making more music and being creative."

Photo credit: Skylar Steinberg

#getting to know #bailey baum #over it

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years ago

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I want to tell you... (Part 8.)

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Part Summary: Some things from the past are about to be revealed slowly... And you don’t know if you feel relieved that Nate knows first bits about you or if you want to keep the things secret.

A/N: x

Word counter: 2.7 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @peakymarvels, @nemodoren, @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Nathan’s car sing-along playlist: H E R E

This time, Nathan promised himself to be better than before - and he texted you right the other morning when he woke up. First, he was feeling weird about it, but as soon as you texted back, a grin appeared on his lips. You've even sent him a photo of your completely moved-in living room with a heart emoji, which made grin all shift long.

It took exactly three days before your other hangout. Your semester was starting in October and you hadn't got many friends in the town, so when Nate offered you any kind of escape from the loneliness, you've accepted right away.

The hangout wasn't originally even Nate's idea - it was Sully's. They were just hanging out at Sully's place, Florence has been gone for the shift, and both boys were getting ready to visit a farmer market in the nearby city when the idea crossed Victor's mind.

"Hey, kid?" - Sully sighed as he walked out of the bedroom, adjusting his belt on his jeans. Nathan expected the old man to ask if the visage suits him, but Victor pulled a completely different Uno card.

"You know, I was thinkin' about that girl of yours. Ain't she free for the day? I mean... A bit of help never hurt anyone, amirite?" - The old man adjusted his Cuban shirt, having Nathan thinking about two things in particular. How could he charm Florence while wearing such fashion crime and why on earth he wanted to meet you? The first one was bothering Nate way more, but he still asked about the second subject. - Why would I invite her to shop with you?" - Nate asked confusedly, earning a chuckle.

"Because you, boy, have been staring outta window the whole time I've been in the bedroom, thinkin' about her. Didn't you?" - Sully asked, knowing he's right. Nate was thinking about you - yet he was thinking about the best text to respond with to your last joke. It wasn't like he was just mindlessly signing, talking about how pretty you were. - "How am I lookin'?" - Sully turned at himself in the mirror, putting a cigar between his lips and aviators on his eyes, before hooking them on the hem of his white top. Nathan rolled his eyes, standing up.

"Like someone whos too old to be attractive, but he still thinks he has it. Come on." - The younger man asked, already hearing his phone ringing as he called you, hoping you wouldn't pick up. To his bad luck, you've picked just after the second sound. Your voice told Nate that you're really glad to hear him.

"Hey!" - A joyful cheer came out of the phone, making Sully chuckle at your excitement as he locked the apartment door.

"Hi, nice to hear from you." - Nathan greeted you back nervously, looking at the old man giving him his well-known grin. Nate felt like a nervous girl asking her boy out to the prom, so he took in a deep breath to ask you if you'd like to join them, being interrupted by your giggle. - "You're out of breath? You're jogging or something? I mean, jog in this weather is a suicide, but you do you." - You rambled, being lost in the thoughts inside of your head.

The weather was beautiful, indeed. The sun was shining, and the air was nicely warm, so it would be ideal weather to go to the beach for a swim. But having you thinking that Nathan is jogging made Sully chuckle as the young man rolled his eyes at him. Nathan would jog only if necessary and Victor mas aware of that. It was more probable that Sully himself sets on a jog, this boy would rather go to buy an ice-cream, sit on a porch and watched the nature.

"No, unfortunately, I don't jog, so..." - Nathan answered, having you chuckle with quiet 'kay added in the end. - "But I'm going to a market and you, miss, are going with me. How does that sound?" - The man said with confidence, having Sully make a dramatic surprised face as both the man walked to Nate's jeep standing in front of the apartment building.

"You don't even ask me if I have time today? Rude." - You answered, and for a moment, Nate felt saved because you won't be going with them. - "Sure, where will you pick me up?" - You asked suddenly when Nate plugged his phone into the car's Bluetooth, suddenly hearing your voice everywhere around them. Sully was quite amused with the personality you seemed to have so far.

"I don't know, maybe on the street, you're livin' at?" - The old man asked, having Nate's eyes widen in horror. Sully just innocently opened up the window, lighting one of his cigarillos up. Nathan hated it when the man smoked in his car, but he also learned that resistance comes in vain when it came to this man, so he just rolled his eyes and set on the road.

"Excuse me, who is that? I thought I'm talking to Nate." - You asked nervously, all the humor suddenly leaving you.

"Don't mind him, it's my best pal. So, in twenty minutes at the corner of the street? I think I won't be able to drive in because of the people and stuff." - Nate smacked Sully's thigh angrily, watching the man having a problem with containing a serious face as he turned around to look from the window. For a while, there was this weird silence on your end, before you sighed.

"'kay, I'll be there. See you, both." - You said your goodbye swiftly, already hurrying off to put some clothes on.

"Was that necessary, Sullivan?" - Nathan sighed, turning on one of his car playlists. This man was a sucker for singing in the car when he was stuck in a long colony, so he made a few playlists over the time - some included rock'n'roll when he was feeling fierce, one of them was solemnly based on the legendary 80s' songs, but he had an indie one of the modern music that kids these days listened to as well. And because he knew that Sully's more this oldies guy, he turned this one on, having Sully sigh unpleasantly. But he deserved it at the end of the day.

"Shed see me one way or another, kiddo. Or did you plan on shovin' me into the trunk, makin' me jump out of it as a surprise once we arrive there?" - Sully responded with his typical sense of humor, having Nate take a while to think over his stupidity. No matter how much he didn't like it, Sully was right. You'd see Sully when they'd be picking you up, so maybe, it was better to be aware of the danger beforehand. You've been looking exquisite, almost kicking the breath out of Nathan's chest, which sully didn't miss at all - he just didn't say anything out loud.

You had the same denim overalls on, with another amazing t-shirt a huge sunhat on your head. The old man sprang up from the co-drivers seat, opening the door for you, offering you a handshake. - "Hi." - He said. Oh Lord, this man was at least twenty years older than you, but he had some damn charm inside of him. - "Name's Victor, what 'bout you?" - The man gently kissed your knuckles, stealing breath out of your lungs.

Nathan couldn't but eye-roll at the sight of Sullivan. This guy was something, trying to impress every lady around even if he was taken. - "I wonder what Florence would say about your 'bout you, Sully." - Nate peaked out of the car, giving you one of his typical grins. At that, Sully chuckled and winked at you, as you still realized you're holding his palm in yours and that you also have a boyfriend. - "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Victor." - You smiled back calmly, finally letting his hand go as you climbed into the car next to Nate. Sully didn't miss the dreamy look on the young man's face as he watched you settling down.

"Hey, Mr. Drake." - You told him charmingly, immediately vibing to Nate's playlist. Nathan smiled after a while, waiting before Sullivan settles his ass down on the backseat.

"Hey, how are you?" - Nate started a small chit-chat as you set on your way. It took you quite a long time since, in the middle of your journey, Nathan decided he wants to have an ice-cream, so you had to get an ice-cream. And when you finally set on the real way, there was a huge colony of cars because of some roadwork ahead. You and Sully chatted about his girlfriend, about how he's doing, what is he doing. He was a business owner, which quite surprised by someone who was looking like Sully. Suddenly, a song dropped, having both you and Sully to look at Nathan, who started dancing around, mumbling the words.

"Well, here we go again." - Sully mumbled under his mustache, rolling down the window to have another cigarillo. For a moment, you were amused by simply watching Nate vibe to the song, before he turned to you and sang you the lyrics. - "What are you doing? Stop." - You told the man between the waves of laughter washing over you. Soon enough, you noticed that Nate rolled every window down, now screaming the lyrics from the top of his lungs. For a moment, it almost looked as if you just let the man make an idiot out of himself, but suddenly, you started dancing too, yelling the lyrics on the man driving the car next to yours.

"Like strangers. Perfect pretenders. We're falling head over heels, for something that ain't real. It could never be us, eh, just you and I." - And at that moment, Sully was sure by two things. First was that the people on the front seats were just kids in overgrown bodies, Nathan especially. And the second thing was that he understood what Nathan saw on you. Elena was crazy at times, she was fun and really smart, but she had never sung one of Nate's car songs as passionately as you did. Sure, he didn't crush on you as Nathan did instantly, but you were likable.

The people in the cars around yours were laughing at the sight of two adults making such moves and faces during a pop song, there was no-one angry about you blasting the whole highway with the song. - "And you were acting as if I was embarrassing you?" - Nathan asked you unbelievably when the colony moved forward, grinning at you. - "You, miss, outshined me. You're way better at car sing-along than I am."

"Well, I couldn't let you know my strengths from the very first moment, could I?" - A classy smirk appeared on your face before you turned to look out of the window. - "But Sully is looking like his ears are about to bleed every second. You okay?" - You turned to the big man on the backseat, who had that grin on. - "Well, it was an impressive concert, to say the least."

You needed to say... You were grateful that Nathan made you come to the market that day. It was happening in a small village and it was obvious that you either had to have friends there or know about this place on your own to find about a market like this. There were animals, hordes of vegetables and a lot of gardening tools. You almost bought some, but Nate told you not to because you didn't have even small flowerpots at home. Even if the market wasn't too big, you spent almost three hours there. And just when you were walking back to the jeep, Nathan was carrying four bags of goods in his palms, you heard your phone ringing. It was from Mike.

"Hey, baby." - The man sighed and you could already tell what that will be about. You were about to spend another day at home on your own. - "What're you doing?" - He started sweetly, as he always did.

"Oh, Nate and his best friend took me to a market to buy some veggies because Nate is about to cook dinner for him and his girlfriend. How about you?" - You asked Mike back. Yeah, sure, he was quite surprised that you were spending time with Nate again, but he decided not to comment on it. You were hanging out quite a lot.

"Guess where. I won't be at home until midnight, again, so..." - Mike breathed out and your face automatically saddened. Nate caught this just when he and Sully finished packing the goods into the trunk, so he slowly walked up to you, but didn't let you know that he's standing just a few feet away from you.

"Are you sure it's about work?" - A sour question left your lips as you tried to stay calm, not to cause some drama in front of Sully and Nate. But Nathan furrowed at the words you've said. He almost started assuming what you were talking about, but you asked another one to his good luck. - "Or is there someone else in work again?"

That made Nate widen his baby blue eyes and from the stress, he started to toy around with his fingers. Mike was cheating on you with someone? Was it before you moved there, was it happening now or..? How long did you know about that? Jesus. Nate didn't know why is he still listening to such an intimate call, but he had an actual feeling that in a way, it made him more sure about the feelings he was having for you. You didn't deserve such a jerk. - "Yeah, sure, whatever. I'll find some program for myself, don't worry about it."

With that, you turned on your heels and Nate's head sprung in the opposite direction as he pretended that he wasn't listening to you. You didn't know how much he heard, so you just gave him a careful look. - "Uhm, I and Sully talked about inviting you over to the diner... I mean... If you want to, of course, but I would like some help with preparing the masterpiece... That's what I wanted to ask... You about..." - Nate mumbled with nervosity in his face, still playing with his fingers. It was a relief that Nate didn't hear any of what you just spat at Mike.

"I think I can save some time for you and these two. It's your lucky day, Nathan." - You answered, fighting the urge to cry at least. Back when you were living in your old place and things got bad, you used to yell at each other. So you decided to move to a different town, start over - you finally started working on your degree and Mike had won a good work offer. And for the few months, the situation had settled down once again. Mike stopped seeing these... Ladies and it could be felt the love had come back to your relationship.

It was almost a month and a half since you've met Nathan (it took quite a long time before you heard back from him) and the relationship was getting cold again. It wasn't even that Mike was gone for a lot of time, it was just the feeling of love disappearing again. You were almost seeing Nathan more often than your boyfriend, which was sad, but you could understand him a lot of aspects of his relationship with his wife. That was why you were fond of spending time with Nathan, most likely.

When you watched that awkward goofball smirking as he looked away from you. So you immediately took off to drive back to Sully's place. It made you feel better about yourself once again - Sully pulled up all of his best jokes for you, so he had you giggling in no time at all. Nate was thinking about the conversation he heard, but he joined the conversation not too long after. And just like that, you were headed with two practical strangers to the apartment of one of them.

#nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake uncharted #uncharted #victor sully sullivan #elena fisher #elena fisher drake #naughty dog uncharted #naughty dog

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brooklyn-1918 · 4 years ago

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Desert Rose: Part 4

Characters: OFC, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, and more to come.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC

Summary: Paige Chapman has decided to leave her life in the city behind for a life in the Arizona parts of the Mojave desert. She spends her days painting, and more recently, fawning over the cowboy across the way.

Warnings: Language, eventual smut, slow burn, mentions of toxic/abusive relationship. Let me know if you find anything else that should be warned against!

A/N: Sorry this chapter is shorter, and I want to say uneventful, but its kind of not. I don’t know. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

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Skipper lumbered on quietly, an occasional soft snort to expel the dust from his nose. Neither Paige nor Steve spoke. At some point in the last half hour of riding, Steve’s hands had slipped down to cover Paige’s hands, gently pulling them so she could steer his steed.

The sun was starting to fall lower in the sky, but it still lit the earth in golden rays of warmth. And despite that warm, Paige shivered slightly, shivered with every gentle shift of his skin against her’s. She wanted so desperately just to snuggle back into his warm chest, feel his large arms wrapped around her.

Steve pulled back on her hands gently, closing her fingers even more around the smooth leather. Paige had been so lost in her own head that she didn’t notice that they had arrived at… Where were they?

Two 20 foot tall rock pillars leaned against each other, other, smaller boulders surrounded the tall rocks, with bushes and dead grasses sticking out of the cracks. Paige thought she could hear running water, but wasn’t sure.

Steve slid out of the saddle, landing and sending up small clouds of dust around his boots, then held out his hand for Paige. She landed next to him, her legs more stable than they had been the last time she had been on Skipper.

“Steve--” She grunted, losing her footing and falling into him.

“Where are we?” She questioned. He gave a chuckle and set her upright before reaching around to flip Skipper’s reins over his head, leading him forward. He then reached back to grab her hand, pulling her along.

“You’ll see.” He teased, a cheeky grin on his face. Paige huffed in annoyance, but reveled in their clasped hands. She shook her head with a smile and followed him around the rock formation, where she stopped short.

It was beautiful. A small waterfall cascaded down from between the two rock formations, feeding a crystal blue spring. Lush green grasses shot up in patches all around, concealing the mud just around the bank of the water. A red rock ledge jutted out over the water, forming a small cave underneath.

Steve tied Skipper to a rusted metal ring that had been embedded into the rock wall a long way back.

“Found this place some time ago. Never thought to bring anyone till’ now.” Steve said, guiding her up to sit on the ledge, before pulling himself up. He sat back on his elbows, giving her a warm smile. Paige’s stomach bubbled warmly, and she shifted so she was laying on her stomach, also propped on her elbows.

“It’s beautiful here.” She murmured, eyes sweeping around again, before landing back on Steve, who was watching her with a smile.

“Like you.” Steve wanted to say. He wanted to reach up to gently swipe the hair out of her eyes, to tuck it behind her ear. He wanted to grab her hand once more, lace her fingers with his.

Paige caught as his fingers twitched towards hers, before he curled them in to make a loose fist. She smiled and grabbed his wrist, sliding down to squeeze his hand. He squeezed right back.

“Thank you for showing me.” She said as she crossed her free arm in front of her, placing her chin on her forearm. She refused to let go of his hand, and god, it was so nice.

“Anytime.” He replied, placing his own free hand behind his head as he lay fully down.

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They sat in silence for a long time. A comfortable silence, but neither were complaining. But the sun was getting almost unbearably hot.

“Steve…” She whined, lifting her hand up and dropping their still clasped hands into the rock twice.

“Yeah?” He chuckled.

“I’m getting hot.” She looked over to him, and she felt bad. He was sweating more than a cold glass in the hot sun, but he hadn’t said anything. In fact, he looked like he was wilting. She reached over to wipe her thumb across his brow, swiping away some of the condensation.

“Care for a dip then?” He jerked his free thumb over his shoulder to the spring, where Skipper had already waded in on the other side.

Paige’s eyes went wide, and she sputtered. Looking back and forth between him and the water a few times, she pointed out the obvious.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.” He laughed, and sat up, dropping her sweaty hand. First, he flopped his hat in the middle of the ledge, then tugged off his boots to join the headpiece. She watched him as he pulled off his flannel, then his grey tee-shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Her eyes drifted to the long scar that ran up his chest, but was distracted quickly.

Paige swallowed thickly as he slipped out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, then jumped off the ledge and into the water below, sending stray water droplets to land on her.

She sat up and scooted to the edge, fingers grasping the end. He smiled at her, the top of his head just reaching where the rock started. He had water dripping from his hair, beard, and lashes.

“You comin’?” He asked, wrapping his wet hands around her wrists. Paige laughed and slipped out of his grasp, sliding back so she could pull her shirt over her head. Off followed her shoes, socks, and shorts, leaving her in her undergarments.

She paused for a moment, then shook her anxious thoughts out of her head as she slipped off the rock. Steve caught her around the waist and twisted so he was between her and the rock as he set her down in the water.

The water came up to her shoulders, and she laughed as she slipped on the slick rock floor, falling into the water and bringing Steve with her. They broke the surface with large grins and boisterous laughter, startling Skipper out to lay down on the bank.

“It's cold!” She squealed, hands subconsciously going around Steve’s shoulders.

“It's a spring.” Steve said, grin on his face.

“Holy shit!” She giggled, shivering slightly. Steve snorted and put one arm under her knees, the other around her shoulders, carrying her bridal style.

“Do you know how to play colors?” He asked, turning his head so he was almost nose to nose with her. She nodded, then paused in contemplation.

“Wait, isn’t that a childrens’ game?” He nodded and flicked one eyebrow up.

“I’m thinkin of a color.” He said.

“Blue?” She asked. She shrieked as he dipped her under the water, and was brought up laughing.

“Orange?” He dipped her under again. She proceeded to go through the entire rainbow, and threw in a few random colors for good measure. Each and every time she got dunked.

“Oh, come on! I give up, what is it?” She questioned, expecting to be put down. She wasn’t.

“It’s the most beautiful color I ever lay eyes on. Constantly changing with the way you get mad, or with how your face lights up in joy. It’s the kind of color you could get lost in, deeper than the surreal forests, lighter than the frothy oceans.” Paige’s eyes started to tear up as she slowly realized.

“Even now, changing how it looks with a few simple tears. The most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen.” He finished quietly. Paige lifted her hand to the back of his neck, bringing her head forward, brushing her lips against his, before pressing them there more firmly.

She smiled as she drew back, loving grins on both of their faces. His thumb rubbed circles into her shoulder, and she let her fingers brush the hair back.

“You’re such a sap.” She chuckled. Steve’s face broke into a mock shocked expression, playful.

Needless to say, he dumped her in the water.

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They lay, hands clasped, fingers intertwined together, back on the ledge. They hadn’t put their clothes back on yet, but were letting themselves dry off. Steve glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, taking in her dreamy expression.

“Do you want to come for dinner again?” He questions, lifting both their hands up and dropping them gently back to the rock. She shuffles to look at him, frown playing at her lips.

“What?” He asks, laughing gently. Paige flips onto her stomach, and props herself on her elbows, dropping his hand.

“I don’t think everyone in your household likes me.” She states bluntly, with a slight nod of her head. Steve laughs again, flipping onto his own stomach. He takes her hand again with another squeeze.

“Bucky? He’s just cautious. He could be nicer, I admit.” Paige nods, raising her brow and scrunching her nose. Steve tilts his head with a small smile, reaching up to brush the hair from her eyes.

“I’m sorry ‘bout him.” He supplied. Paige shrugs with a smile, crossing her arms and dropping her chin down.

“How about you come to my place, and we can eat as just the two of us?” She asks hopefully. To this, Steve chuckles again. Her expression of hope, her small voice, her posture.

“Sure, darlin’. Do we need anything?” He asks, dropping down so he can match her position. She crinkles her brow in concentration, then shakes her head.

“I don’t think so. I have stuff for steaks?” She asked, and he smiled, playfully licking his lips. She laughed before reaching to pull her phone out of the pocket of her crumpled jeans, checking on the time.

“Shall we go then?” She asked, showing him the time. Steve grinned and pushed himself to his feet, before helping her up. Paige stood, and Steve gave her a twirl as she laughed, hand clasped in his.

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The pair moved around Paige’s kitchen like they were dancing, ducking and twirling around the other with graceful precision. Paige chopped vegetables for a salad with deadly speeds, and Steve was army neat with the way he set the table, everything in its place.

“You ready?” She called over her shoulder, watching as Steve set out the two glasses of her iced tea.

“Ready.” He called back, turning on his heel to face her. Steve walked up behind her, resting his hands on her hips and leaning forward to give her a peck to the cheek. Paige smiled and felt her cheeks heat just the slightest, and as he leaned in to give her another small pack, she maneuvered so that their lips caught each other. They both grinned into the kiss before breaking apart to sit down, Steve grabbing the bowl of salad.

“This is nice.” Paige commented, grabbing Steve’s hand as he reached for it. He nodded with a smile and swallowed the bite he had just taken.

“Indeed.” Steve smiled, and stayed quiet for a moment.

“So I was thinkin, about this.” He motioned first to her, then to himself. A small frown pulled at her lips before he went on.

“I was thinkin that we should go on a more official date. If that’s somethin you want.” He added the last part quickly, nervously chewing on the bottom of his lip. Paige’s face lit up, and she nodded her head vigorously.

“Absolutely. Where should we go?”

“I was gonna ask you that.”

“Oh. Well, uh, I know it’s not exactly date material, but…” Paige trailed off, looking off to the side, where Juniper sat watching her, his face looking almost as if he was saying for her to go on. Luckily, Steve did that for him.

“Where? Now I’m curious.” He said, drawing her attention back to himself. Paige blinked and sighed, before letting out a small chuckle.

“I’ve always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon. I find it fascinating. Have you ever been?” She asked, watching him expectantly. Steve gave a hearty laugh, tilting his head back slightly.

“The Grand Canyon is like a prerequisite if you live in Arizona. We can check it off your list though.” He squeezed her hand before dropping it. They fell into a comfortable conversation, moving from topic to topic, the candles in the center of the table burning down until they were finished.

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They stood at her door, the sun long past set, Paige’s frame glowing from the warm light of the entry. Each had one finger hooked together, not speaking, just staring, goofy smiles on their faces. Paige fought back a yawn, and Steve shook his head slowly.

“You get some sleep. I’m pickin you up at 8 tomorrow mornin.” Steve brushed the hair from her forehead before planting a kiss there. Paige sleepily nodded, then wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her ear against his chest, listening to his heart thump.

He embraced her, his arms secured snugly to her. She took a step back and brought her hands up to rest on his cheeks, the bristles of his beard prickleing at her palms. Gently, she pulled his head down so they could kiss one last time, firm yet soft, lovely. They broke apart with small smiles.

“Goodnight darlin.” Steve whispered, taking a step back so she could close the door, eyes never leaving hers.

“Goodnight Steve.”

@luckyvee @patzammit @my-favorite-fics-and-imagines @pagesoflauren @jtargaryen18 @brooklyns-boys

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streamingmars · 4 years ago

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High-pitched soft jam songs I like and recommend

Hi!! I’m not that knowledgeable in music, so I don’t really know music genres and technical words, and I also don’t know a ton of music, I know some tho haha. But, these are a few songs with high pitched vocals, slow beat, and this kinda hazy vibes I like.

1. like i need u by keshi

I think it’s a good song, I really enjoy listening to it and I’ve been listening to this song for some time. There’s no use in describing the song, it’s better to listen to it for yourself :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoTv4f_1sww --> this is the link to keshi singing like i need u live.

And here’s the link to the song on spotify : > https://open.spotify.com/track/7ivYWXqrPLs66YwakDuSim

2. Dreaming of You by 신해경 (Shin Hae Gyeong) feat. 김사월 (Kim Sawol)

This song feels as if you’re in a dream. Well, it is a dream pop afterall haha (of course I googled this). But it really does sounds so peaceful and dreamy, although the actual meaning of the lyrics is kinda sad. It’s a beautiful song you definitely should listen to at least 100000 times in your life

Here’s the link to the song on spotify : https://open.spotify.com/track/3aNummhpDh15icxtg4bojA

3. lovememore. by dosii

This song probably sounds a bit different than the two songs I’ve mentioned above, but it’s equally good. The vocals is less hazy-ish, I think. But it’s probably great to listen to after you went home from a long day of work as depicted by the cover image of this song (or at least that’s how I see it). There’s a lot of like the a busy city at night mood in this song. I kinda imagine like you’re in an apartment at night with purple-pink-ish lighting looking down from the window on a busy city and sparkling nightlights. That’s just a personal imagination tho.

Here’s the link to the MV : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TSPbfbJUkQ

And the link to the song on spotify : https://open.spotify.com/track/7dwqDvzzXQhieo18mxOrAv

4. Thinkin Bout You by KATIE

Actually, I discovered this song because I pressed on the wrong song when browsing through spotify. But it turns out to be a bop and I ended up liking it a lot haha. Definitely try listening to this song because it is pretty catchy and enjoyable.

Here’s the link to the MV : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ryg62SUcYKE

And as always a link to the song on spotify : https://open.spotify.com/track/6xwQS49tTYgLQNPGnfWV2H

That’s it. Those are all the songs I can think of right now, sorry if it’s short. I will definitely try to find new songs to recommend so yea. Oh and I didn’t discover these songs because I followed the artist so I don’t really know much about them but I’ve heard a few of their other songs and I think they’re pretty good.

Also, I could only find the lovememore. MV that’s uploaded by Stone Music so maybe if anyone reading this knows which one is the MV from the official channel of the artist (if there is one), I hope you can tell me. Thanks!! <3

See you next time :D

#song recommendation #kpop #kpop indie #like i need u #lovememore.#dreaming of you #thinkin bout you #recommendation #katie #keshi #dosii #신해경 #shin hae gyeong

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goldencherrymooon · 6 years ago

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Return the Favor

a/n: hi so this is smut! i’ve never formally written it before so i’m actually very nervous to post this so pls be gentle with me. and if i tagged you and you don’t want me to, please tell me! idk what i’m doing! i’m new and lil nervous so like. here i am! (also this wasn’t edited by anyone else so let me know if i missed something) ok enjoy!

You could feel it lurking underneath your skin as soon as you woke up. You were in a very particular mood that only Calum could get you through.

Of course, he was gone before you had woken up for the day, and wouldn’t be back until evening time, having to do promo work for the band. It was a long and busy day, so you knew you probably wouldn’t hear too much out of him anyway, leaving you to sit at home and try to ignore this feeling pressing on every ounce of your being.

You weren’t sure what brought these moods on; they didn’t happen too often, and it always felt random. It could be the relief of having Calum back home after so long, knowing that you can get to him nearly 24/7, not having to settle for texts and phone calls.

The day was just going to drag on until he got home, knowing nothing you do would truly take your mind off of it. You’re cuddling with Duke on the couch as you text Calum with a pout, saying, “Excuse me, but where was my goodbye kiss this morning? That just ruined the whole day :(”

He texts back quickly, “Sorry angel, didn’t want to wake you. You were exhausted after last night, so I let you rest ;),” making you roll your eyes with a soft laugh.

You decide to tease him a little bit with your next message, “Well that’s too bad, could’ve helped you start the day off right…”

Calum has to take a deep breath at that, already knowing where you’re trying to go with it. He’s about to step into another interview with the boys, he can’t even start to think about you like that if he wants to make it through. “Baby, please don’t tease me, that’s not fair :(“

You’re giggling with his response, deciding to take it easy on him, knowing what you have planned when he gets home will be just enough. “Sorry bub, can’t help it sometimes. Saw some pictures, you look so hot today, honestly. I’ll see you tonight. Xoxo.” Knowing that text still will do him in, you have to walk away from your phone to distract yourself until he makes it home.

It’s just after seven when Calum makes it home. He’s walking in from the garage as you come around the corner, immediately making your way towards him. You’re only in panties and one of his sweatshirts, having stayed home today. He sighs with a small smile as you come closer, wrapping his arms around your waist when you cling to his neck. “Hi handsome, missed you today,” you murmur before you give him a kiss. It’s quick, but just enough for Calum to catch on, as you capture his bottom lip between both of yours. You draw back slowly, fluttering your eyes open as his do too.

“Know you did, baby. Had me thinking ‘bout you all day, ready to get home to you,” he says with a low and raspy voice, just a tinge of lust to it. His hands make their way down your back slowly, before getting just where he wants to grab onto your ass with a firm grip. You bite your lip as you look at him, seeing the hunger for you in his gaze instantly making your panties damp. Pulling him closer to you, you feel the bulge that’s growing in his pants, whining out a small sound as you start to get desperate.

“I’m sorry baby, I just really needed you today. ‘ve been dying to get my hands on you,” you whisper with a pout, trying to inch the two of you back to the couch.

“Yeah? What’d you have in mind, angel?” he says as he starts making his way down the left side of your neck with wet, sucking kisses.

“Wanna suck you off. Please,” you pant out, making him freeze before his head pops up. It caught him off guard, because he was expecting you to be begging for his mouth before he fucked you. He was already thinking about getting to lick you out until you screamed, but his cock twitched in his pants at your request.

“Fuck, yeah baby, ‘course you can. Always love your mouth on my cock,” he praises as he all but drags you to the couch, not even pretending that he’s not desperate for this.

He pulls you into a hot, demanding kiss with his hand behind your head, groaning as he gets your mouth on his. With the sudden action, it caused you to gasp, giving Calum to perfect opportunity to glide his tongue along yours. Your hands are clawing down his firm back as he kisses you, the only sounds in the room being your harsh breathing and the wet, smacking sounds of your kisses. One hand makes its way to his tummy, trailing down until you can palm him in his jeans.

He breaks off the kiss as soon as you do, letting out a low moan as you rub on his cock, feeling him get impossibly harder. It’s your turn to plant dirty kisses down his jawline to his neck, before you inch back up to his ear to say, “Gonna let me play with your cock, babe?” You bite onto his earlobe with smile as he releases a deep moan, before you start pushing his leather jacket off of his broad shoulders.

Calum is completely entranced by you, and incredibly turned on with how you went from begging to mocking so quickly, knowing just what you do to him. He hastily throws his jacket somewhere to the side before he helps you get his shirt off, doing anything to hurry this up. Your hands trail down his chest and stomach again before you get to his pants, undoing his belt buckle as you make your way back to his lips.

“Been thinkin’ about getting your cock in my mouth all day, wanna make you feel so good, Cal,” you say with a smirk on your face as you pull of his belt and he’s already moving to help you get his pants off.

You crouch down to your knees, pulling his pants down his legs quickly. It’s when you see the small wet patch on his briefs that you really start to speed it up, desperate to get your mouth on him. With his underwear pulled off next, his cock is out and ready. The tip is already a deep red, the smallest drops of pre cum dribbling out. Letting out a small moan under your breath, you push him to sit on the couch as you crawl to be between his knees. He’s breathing hard as he watches you slide your hands up his thighs, before one moving down to lightly cup his balls, already feeling the ache in them.

Calum lets out a raspy whine before he says, “Angel, please- please don’t make me beg, put me in your mouth baby,” watching you scoot a little bit closer. You don’t say anything; just look him right in the eyes as you lick a firm stripe up his length, before you suck his tip into your mouth. He moans, deflating into the couch as he gasps, “Fuck baby, yes, that’s it.”

Wrapping your right hand around the base, you keep your eyes on him as you start inching your way down. Slowly swiping your tongue over a prominent vein, you feel nothing but content as you taste the slightly salty drops of his pre cum, knowing this was what you needed today. Calum’s eyebrows furrow as his mouth drops open with a silent moan, letting out a harsh breath before his head falls back. Your lips meet your hand, causing you to slowly pull up to his tip, pausing to swirl your tongue around him again before taking him all the way back in. A moan from deep inside his chest comes out at the feeling of your warm and wet mouth finally taking him in, already having to stop him from thrusting himself into it.

You’re taking your time with him, sucking on his cock like a lollipop, with your eyes closed and a dreamy sort of breath coming through your nose. Slowly bobbing your head on him, you pull off for a breath and let your hand do slow pulls on his cock. Calum cracks his eyes open just in time to see you let your spit slowly drip over his cock, your hand using it to get his cock wet and smooth at the parts your mouth doesn’t reach.

His right hand makes its’ way back into your hair, holding it tight as he groans, “You’re so fucking good to me, princess. It’s like your mouth was made to suck me off, shit.” You let out a giggle before sponging soft kisses up the left side of him, letting your thumb rub over the slit on his tip, causing more pre cum to bubble out. His fist clenches in your hair as he moans loudly, his back arching just a bit from the couch with the feeling. With your hand still wrapped around his base, you take him in, before pushing yourself for more. Your eyes are watering as you get almost all of him down, before you give a small gag on his cock.

Pulling back up and off, a few lines of spit connecting your lips to his tip, before you go back down. Calum is fidgeting all over the couch, letting out continuous whines and moans as he feels his orgasm approaching. The room is filled with the wet sounds of you on his cock, and his desperate pleas to you. The heat pools at his core, a slight tingle in his lower back, and the near painful throbbing of his balls is suddenly rushing forward as he chokes out, “Fuck, baby, fuck ‘m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck ‘m gonna cum angel.”

Hearing this only spurs you on, moving your mouth and fist faster on his cock, letting out a small moan as your left hand makes its’ way to the front of your panties. You know you’re damn near soaking them at this point, slowly circling your clit over the fabric as you finish him off. Cal has both hands in your hair now, small thrusts of his hips as the rest of him tenses up. He tries to speak again, choking out, “Yes! Fuck, yes baby, don’t stop please don’t stop- oh shit-“ before it hits.

Calum feels the white-hot ecstasy shoot through his veins as his orgasm hits him, going silent before he lets out a long, loud moan at his release. He wanted to watch you, he really did, but he couldn’t stop his head from flying back or his eyes clenching shut. His chest is heaving and his hips are thrusting up as he lets it take over, shooting his hot and sticky cum down your throat. You’re moaning as he does, swallowing him down as your right hand keeps tugging on his spent cock, trying to get everything you can.

It’s when he pulls his head back up that he sees your left hand moving, pushing himself forward just enough to see you rubbing your clit frantically. His eyes practically roll back at the sight, pulling your mouth from his cock before trying to switch your places. Grabbing on to your upper arms, he pulls you up and tosses you on to the couch next to him, smirking when you squeal at the sudden movement.

“Baby, you think I’m gonna just let you play with yourself after you took care of me like that?” Calum mumbles with a smirk before he kisses you. It’s a hard kiss, one with a force so strong that it could bruise your lips; deep inhales through the nose, groaning because you just can’t get close enough to each other. Wet, smacking sounds fill the room as his tongue slips into your mouth, groaning when he can taste himself on you.

“I just- wanted to treat you, oh fuck, wanted to make it about you today.”

“And what would make it even better is letting me lick your sweet pussy ‘til you stop me.”

With that, Calum works fast to get off your sweatshirt, kissing his way down your body. He peeks back up at you as he kisses around your right nipple before he sucks it between his lips, swirling his tongue around the peak as he pinches and pulls on your left. You’ve got a hand laced into his hair, holding him to your chest as you cry out for him.

“God I fucking love your mouth,” you pant out as he kisses his way across your chest, hiding his laugh in your chest.

His hands slide up the outside of your thighs, snapping the hem of your panties before he starts pulling them down your legs. Releasing your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ sound, he pulls back just far enough to get the fabric off of you and fling it behind him. Calum pulls your legs apart, slowly kissing his way up from your left ankle to your inner thighs. You whine as he hovers over where you need him most, kissing just above your clit, knowing exactly what he’s doing with the soft kisses, before he pulls back quickly to your right ankle.

“Calum! Baby please don’t tease me, please, I-I need you.”

“‘M sorry princess, just can’t help myself.”

Usually, he would take the time to kiss all over and around your soft mound. Usually, he would start out slow, taking his time to enjoy you and watch you squirm. But today, he just doesn’t seem to have the patience.

You choke on a gasp when Calum decides to just dive right in, using his index and middle finger to spread your lips open before he gives a firm stroke of his tongue on your pussy. Immediately, you’ve got one hand holding his hear and the other clinging to the pillow behind you, and your legs are draped over his shoulders. You’re both moaning as Calum keeps giving those wide, firm strokes of his tongue.

He has to keep one arm looped around your thigh to hold your legs open, pulling back for a quick breath and to admire you in the process. “You’re so wet for me, angel. Were you savin’ this for me all day? Waitin’ on me to come home and eat you for a while? ‘M thinkin’ you were, baby. Drippin’ all over for me.” Calum is nearly panting at the end of it, a deep moan coming from his chest before he gives you quick, hard licks.

“Oh my god, oh my- fuck baby, please,” you’re moaning out, your hips moving with his mouth so you don’t lose him for even a second. He’s still got two fingers keeping your pussy open for him, giving him access to press his tongue firmly against your sopping entrance. It’s got his nose pressed up to your clit, but he doesn’t care. He would gladly drown in you.

He’s still trying to pull you to his face, just needing moremoremore, his head moving from side to side to get deeper. Your legs are twitching on the sides of Calum’s head, letting out pitiful squeals from what his mouth is doing. When he finally pulls back just enough to breathe, he licks up to your clit and suddenly is puckering his lips around it in strong pulls. It’s when he does that, that he thrusts one finger into you, easily jumping to two fingers when he feels how wet you are.

You let out a moan from deep within your chest, clenching down hard on his fingers. Calum started with slow thrusts of his fingers and quick flicks of his tongue. His fingers curl up towards the front wall, middle finger just barely catching that sweet spot. He moans with you at that, speeding up to keep hitting that spot, the wet sounds of his thrusts getting louder.

Your squeals and moans are nonstop, knowing that this orgasm will be stronger than what you’re ready for. Your legs are twitching, your fists are clenched in his hair, hips thrusting up into his mouth.

“Cal- Calum! Fuck, fuck oh my god, fuck! B-baby, I’m-“ you break to shout out, before continuing, “’m gonna cum baby please don’t stop!” He pulls off for less than 2 seconds (but it could’ve been five minutes to you) to say something that finishes you off.

“C’mon princess, think you’re gonna squirt for me. Give it to me.”

That does it, your mouth dropping open with a silent moan before you’re nearly screaming his name. You feel everything and nothing, eyes shut so tight all you see is white.

You don’t even notice that Calum pulled his fingers out right as your orgasm hit you, wrapping both arms under and around your thighs to hold your pussy tight to his mouth. You don’t realize that you’re moving so much, he has no choice but to move with you, because he refuses to let you go until he’s got every drop he can. And you’re definitely too far gone to care about the gush of wetness dripping all over Calum’s face, making a mess of the both of you.

Calum could not be more pleased with himself, licking and sucking all over your slit before you have to push him off, the sensitivity hitting you faster than usual. He cleans you up with small laps of his tongue, from bottom to top and all around, before kissing his way back up your body. Your chest is heaving with your breaths, pulling him in for a kiss and tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Thank you baby,” you mumble through your kisses. He smiles into it before he pulls back to look at you, returning the sentiment.

“Wanna explain to me where that came from, angel? Not that I don’t love it, but…” You giggle as you lean into him.

“I dunno. Maybe you can take me to the bedroom and help me figure it out.”

Calum was so glad to be home.

tags: @myloverboyash @flannelpunkcalum @irwinkitten @millioncth @softforcal @caffeinatedcalum

ok im nervous bye!!!!!

#my writing #ch smut #calum hood #calum hood fic #calum hood smut #calum hood writing #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer smut #5 seconds of summer writing #im probably gonna run away and hide after this posts

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albrtmason · 5 years ago

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failed to spoil it

rating: g characters: albert mason & arthur morgan word count: 407 read on ao3

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despite his clumsiness, his flightiness, albert was no fool.

he knew that’s what some thought of him. they saw his passion as a reckless, thoughtless thing, saw eagerness as stupidity. he had dealt with people like that his whole life; his father thought him ridiculous, and his mother called it naivety.

and as he was no fool, albert never missed the way that arthur looked at him now, when he thought that albert wasn’t looking.

oh, arthur had always had a surliness about him, an almost charming sort of reticence when the object of kindness. but he’d smiled, too, at least sometimes. and he’d been beautiful with it, or he was in albert’s eyes, the way his nose crinkled and the way he got all squinty-eyed. often he’d duck his head and pull his hat down to hide it; it just made albert want all the more to kiss him.

but now, well. now, arthur looked at him like he was something he’d lost.

albert knew he’d been sick. he’d not missed the way arthur had looked more and more sallow each time they’d seen each other, hadn’t missed his coughing or his breathlessness. only a blind man would be unable to see that arthur was ill, and maybe not even then.

“i can hear you thinkin’,” arthur murmurs from behind him, his face pressed to albert’s shoulder blades. they are curled in the too-small bed in albert’s too-small apartment, pressed back-to-front.

albert covers the hand arthur has splayed across his stomach, squeezing briefly. they were so different, the two of them- that could be seen in their hands, arthur’s rough and callused and sun-browned, and albert’s slim and soft and pale from a life of easy-living. he says, “just daydreaming, is all.”

arthur hums, still stuck in that dreamy, indistinct place between sleeping and wakefulness. “’bout what?”

“oh,” albert says, turning in arthur’s arms to watch the way the watery morning sunlight spills through the window to catch on the gold in arthur’s hair, the lovely blue of his eyes when he squints one open. but his face was still hollowed and casting his cheekbones into stark relief, his eyes sunken as if in a skull rather than flesh- as if he were already dead.

“a happy future,” albert settles on, and arthur knows, then, presses his face to albert’s neck with a shaky breath. “a happy future, and the road that will bring us there.”

#rdr2 #rdr2 fic #fic #albert mason #arthur morgan #2am

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onestowatch · 5 years ago

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Ralph Shares 5 Powerful Female Artists Who Inspired ‘Flashbacks & Fantasies’

Musicians are storytellers. Sometimes a song tells a story that takes a lifetime to decode due to its extensive poetic nature, and sometimes a song dances to a more succinct tune and the story is easily identifiable. Regardless, music is an act of storytelling, and the Toronto-born-and-raised pop artist RALPH has her fair share of stories to tell.

The lively singer-songwriter began creating and performing in 2015, utilizing her lifelong passion for singing and writing. Today sees RALPH releasing her iridescent EP, Flashbacks & Fantasies alongside a brilliantly creative music video for the fifth song on the project, "Looking for You." RALPH spoke on the concept of the music video, sharing,

"One night after some wine, my dear friend Matt brainstormed a music video concept - a lead character who keeps catching brief glimpses of this recurring person, but every time they try to see their face, the stranger is obstructed by something then disappears. When I reached out to Rosanna Peng, a talented Toronto/LA director I admire, I floated this idea for the ‘Looking For You’ video...and she was totally down. Her videos are so unique and aesthetically driven that I knew she could nail it. After adding our own personal quirks and trademarks, we managed to create a visual story that we feel encompasses the feeling of the song perfectly. The dreamy bedroom scenes (my own bedroom!) connect to the honest, intimate lyrics, while the colourful styling and character intros keep the video light and fun. It’s not about desperation or needing someone to fulfill you, it’s about excitement and the myth of 'love at first sight.'"

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RALPH's warming voice perfectly accompanies her mashup of silky R&B and ‘90s pop nostalgia for a smooth and pleasurable sonic experience that takes us through glimpses of a story written by, directed by, and starring herself.

Ones to Watch caught up with the Canadian musician to grab a couple of the tracks that inspired the making of her latest EP, Flashbacks & Fantasies, and we're more than ecstatic to share the inner-makings of RALPH's mind with all of you.

Ariana Grande - “Thinkin’ Bout You”

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This has been one of my favorite Ariana songs since it came out in 2016. There’s something about it that makes me feel emotional–sad, but happy and hopeful at the same time. I have really intense memories of running to it during a brutal breakup, and I would sort of cry and smile at the same time while running very fast. I’ve wanted to create a soaring pop song similar to this for a while, something that feels cinematic and anthemic and beautiful. Something people can cry and run to! “Looking for You” was definitely inspired by this idea.

Dua Lipa, Calvin Harris - “One Kiss”

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I went through a phase during my EP writing period where I started examining radio hits as mathematical equations and really honed in on this Dua track because it was EVERYWHERE. I basically tried to decipher how and why it did so well. What made it so danceable and appealing? I was having brunch with my family one morning and my brother was like, “It’s kind of like Kiesza’s hit ‘Hideaway’...it’s got a repetitive house-y dance rhythm and uncomplicated lyrics.” I went into the studio that day with a plan–create a house-y piano jam that doesn’t falter and pick a simple, sexy concept. BOOM. “Gravity” was born.

Etta James - “Sunday Kind of Love”

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I’ve always been a big jazz girl, “At Last” was one of the first songs I ever performed at 11 and I studied vocal jazz in high school. BUT this song has always stood out to me because it’s so relatable. Wanting to be someone’s Sunday girl, and not just their Saturday night hookup. Wanting the long mornings in bed together and not the cold, awkward Sunday morning walk home. I wanted to create a song that FELT warm and cozy, something that felt sunny and sexy and reflected how those lazy Sunday mornings could feel with someone you really liked.

Lorde - “Sober”

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I’ve been super obsessed with this podcast called Song Exploder and I really loved the Lorde episode where she talks about writing “Sober.” It was so inspirational to me and challenged me to take more risks with my production ideas and vocal treatment and rhythm. I loved the idea of starting songs with dry, upfront vocals, it made the lyrics feel so intimate and honest. I also just love that Lorde isn’t afraid to be weird, it pushed me to experiment more. I mean hell, girl has won Grammys for weird. WEIRD IS GREAT.

Miley Cyrus, Mike WiLL Made-It - “Party Up The Street”

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Honestly, I love Miley and I loved this EP. She’s such a fascinating chameleon. Each song was so different and special, I think I unconsciously noted that and used it as inspiration for my own EP. If each track is well executed and has a strong presence and story, people will listen. “Party Up The Street” was my summer jam, it’s such a wacky song and is kind of a slow burn, which I thought was fun. Mother’s Daughter felt powerful and inspired me to infuse subtle political messages into my writing.

#RALPH #Flashbacks & fantasies #Pop #electropop

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gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha · 2 years ago

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i had a dreami was in a house thst was my own but not the one i live in now and i watched the ring (like a simpsons parody halloween episode or whatever) and was immediately inflicted with the curse. an when i say immediately, i mean the screen of this small square screen ( somewhere round 32cm x 32cm) turned red and even as inwas moving around the image was like staying in place. like almost burned into my retinas cuz o how bright n red it was but it was just like staying in the same place relative to the distance n angle that i initially saw on the screen ig. idk how to better explain this. it was like those 3d games where they use a 2d image that is always facing u no matter what direction ur looking at it at. from this bright red image frozen in place relative to the distance and angle where it “started” crawled out this being who obviously wasnt sadako. it was like this guy with a heavy black leather biker outfit with the jacket and the spikes on the leather pants n all that, i cant remmeber if he had a crew cut or like one of those spiked mohawks oh yeah and also he was quite tall big and a bit bulky. actually wait i think im hust describijg someone else imwho showed up not too much later in the dream.

anyways SOMEONE crawled out of the suspended image. then the image faded. i couldnt run away since it was like stuck in a set distance from me but i didnt really move mucb after realizing it was doing that. whoever crawled out like scurried away into some other room upstairs. i was in the iitchen eating some cereal when it all started and i had made it to the base od the stairs when the image finally faded. i was just under some id the mid level steps and bannisters when u saw a wierd black n silver shotgun poking out. with my back righr up agaisnt the wall i reached overhead and like grabbed it and started tryna wrestle it outta their hands. and it was like stupid ad disadvantageous for me to do so since the bun was between the bannisters and the ground floor cieling and all theyd have to to to blow my brains out was aim the gun directly down? sorta i guess... maybe it wasnt that disadvantageous but i wouldnt have been able to wrench it from them as easily as i did. i think they like just let go of it maybe. as i was thinkin bout that i was fiddling around with the shotgun and saw that it was mostly plastic, a toy. held onto it cuz as far as i knew maybe it did something, maybe i wouldnt have a chance to grab hold of something more useful n sturdier than this...

i began my search around the house. the house was pretty nice. i wish i remembered enough about it to describe it properly side from it was similar to a lot of other buildings in my dreams where everything has quite a bit of wide/open spaces but thatd the only singular similarity. oh and also it was a place i know i aint ever seen before but i had a somewhat strong familiarity with the place. there WAS a lot of whites and beiges and muted, bright-dull greens goin on in the place tho..

so back to the search,

i encountered the biker fit guy and thought he was a bit suspicious since he was occasionally trailing behind me n not saying anything, but i guess i wasnt much different cuz i saw him, stood there, looking at him for a bit then left to continue my search. i realized after running into him a few more times that we were after the same thing.

i was cautious in my search at first but the more time passed and the more rooms i found to be lacking their presence, the more frantic i became. i think the first time i got a good look at them, was when i wrenched the gun from them and they had their own heavy all black leather biker fit. their stature was a bit smaller than the other guy i described, but they were so fast i could barely make out much else. when we encountered them next the big guy pointed n yelled “LOOK” and i saw a goat/sheep hybrid of sorts peering at us sinisterly from hehind some boxes an the doorway in the bedroom ahead of us. i knew it was the being that got out of the tv and it was in that moment that i realized how plastic this gun is and in al this time i hadnt thought to grab anything else, but the goat/sheep started to make their move an the guy behind me yelled for me to shoot. i took aim and pulled the trigger. it felt like it was tryna vacuum the goat in but also shoot some kind of solvent at it. i COULD NOT tell what this gun was doin and it felt weird to use so i kinda just let go of the trigger and the goat scampered off. the guy right then n there said, “damn i wouldnt wanna get caught up on the other end of it , getting blasted with bleach like that”

“what a fucked up gun this is” i thought to myself, realizing it was misting bleach everywhere and covered my fave with my arm and we got outta there quick.

the gun was like as if cell dbz was tryna suck u up with his tail but at the same time was spraying bleach at you. i tried giving it to the other guy but he wouldnt takeit. i was beggin n pleading with him bout how stupid this gun is an how much i didnt want to use it all the way until we found the sheep/goat again with like an evil flame aura emanating all around the immediate area. we were like at a stand off but i thibk the dream ended before anythibf happened

#dreaj

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imaginarybabies · 2 years ago

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eightysixed:

He laughs through his nostrils at her confession. Hardly a confession, nothing that surprises him at any rate. The feelings they’d long felt were there, bubbling underneath everything. When he came to see her after that party in the hills. When he ran into her at Dungeon, aching for her like hell, like an addict with the shakes. All the times they thought they were just Good Friends, but really more, so much more. He doesn’t need anyone to tell him how his heart feels, what his heart tells him, and to his heart, she’s everything. Absolutely everything. “Think I kinda knew I was in love with you already. Knew when we went to the club together and all that molly had me thinkin’ you’re an angel, a real life angel in my life…just didn’t wanna admit it to myself.” Of course it had been a matter of pride on top of everything else. In love with a hooker who couldn’t give all of herself back to him? He could never. And yet, he knew now it wasn’t Sasha’s choice. He knows she’d choose him over and over if she could.

His eyes go glassy again and he fixes her with a hard look. So many other things had happened in between. Fourth of July, breaking his hand and telling her how much he loved her, hopped up on meds. Spending the summer in between work shits and ice cream runs for the Oasis kids, then chilling with Sasha by the pool. Making out, so much making out that lesser people would’ve permanently found their lips falling off. But not them. “I love you,” he says, calmly and simply. His hand reaches up into her hair again, brushing it, caressing it, touching her face. Like she’s a marble sculpture in a museum he doesn’t dare touch too rough. “I love you so much.” It’s the truest statement he’s ever made.

His skin is soft, welcoming under her hand that moves slowly across his side. Her expression stays mellow, dreamy, but somewhere behind her eyes she can feel the electricity of the feelings he stirs shooting through her synapses in the goofiest grin. He knew already, because of course he did. Her Tyson, the smartest person she’s ever met. “An angel”, she repeats, laughing through her nostrils. “You were trippin’ balls, weren’t you?” It’s said affectionately though, all the fondness in the world behind it. She wants to know everything, every last thought he had back then that she couldn’t read because everything was new, new enough for her to not realize she was falling until it was impossible to turn back or ignore, loud and in your face like an explosion. “Thought the same though. ‘Bout you. If I could think at all.”

Her hand is in his hair. “Really was thinking I’ll never feel happy again and then it came back, but it was always either ‘cause you were around or ‘cause I was thinking ‘bout you.” A thumb tracing his bottom lip. “And still didn’t put two and two together.” Even Frank did, the moment she first said Tyson’s name, but this part she keeps to herself knowing he doesn’t want to know. “Not in my head. But it’s like the rest of me already knew. From day one.” He says it again and it’s not the first time, not even the first time today, but there’s something in the way he says it that has her eyes welling up again as she nods into it. “Uh-huh.” His hand is back in her hair, Sasha’s own on top as she closes her eyes, crying again. “I love you more”, she returns, a quiet, almost incomprehensible sob. “The most.”

#muse: sasha smith #opp: tyson dobbs #verse: silverlake

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peterpparkrr · 7 years ago

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(Avengers x Reader): Boys

Song Fic - Boys (Charli XCX)

Summary: Reader is in the Avengers, and it’s going great, the only problem is that she’s constantly surrounded by the avengers which leads her to daydreaming about them...a lot.

A/N: So, I’m still so obsessed with this song (because it’s relatable af) and I’ve been mulling on the idea of writing this, but wasn’t quite sure how to execute it… until now. Also! This is the first time I’ve ever published smut, hence why it’s pretty bad.

I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys Always busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys (XCX) Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys

You were starting to think you had a problem. It’s started off small, maybe you’d zone out during training for a few moments while staring at one of the guys absentmindedly. However, it slowly started to increase, you would get distracted by staring at Thor during missions, you’d had a more risque dream about Tony, and when Sam made dinner for the team one night, you’d spent an entire meal daydreaming about how he’d do the same thing for you if you were dating. It was getting bad. You were in way too deep and had no plans to get out.

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday

You decided to try to remedy the situation on your own. You figured a relaxing bath is what you needed. At least, that’s what you’d told yourself as you called it a night around eight o’clock on Friday and went back to your room to draw yourself a nice bubble bath.

You were enjoying yourself, taking a moment to destress and just get away from the rest of the team. Next thing you knew you were lying in bed with Bucky. More specifically, you were lying in bed with Bucky on top of you. His hands trailing down your sides and his mouth attacking your neck. You moaned a bit louder than you would like to admit as he sucked roughly on the crook of your neck.

His hands were trailing down your sides, eventually his hands anchored themselves on your hips. Eager to feel him inside of you you arched your back aiding Bucky in lifting up your hips, ever so slightly. Next thing you knew Buck was hilt-deep inside of you and you let out a deep groan.

You bodies seemed to move in sync, moving you both closer and closer to release before-

And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday

After the complete and utter failure of your bath you’d decided to just go to bed, and give up on doing anything about your...problem while awake.

You were woken up by the soft tickle of someone’s hands messing with your hair, gently brushing it back, behind your ear.

You slowly blinked your eyes open to see Steve looking back at you, a dreamy look on his face.

“Morning,” He greeted you, his voice still laced with that husky, just woke up, raspiness. “Good morning,” You replied with a slight moan as you stretched in an attempt to wake yourself up a bit more.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, gently rubbing the pads of his fingers over your jawline.

“Good, how about you?” You reply.

“Amazingly, thanks to you,” He replies, “Hey (Y/N)?”

“Mhmm?” You hummed.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), Wake up,”

You sat upright in bed, startled by how you’d been awoken from your dream, “Wha-” You started as you looked over at your doorway to see Steve standing there, very much so not in your bed.

“We’re having a briefing in 10, sorry, I didn’t realize you were still asleep,” He says before walking away. Leaving you to sit in bed and piece together that you had a dream about Steve which was almost as embarrassing as him waking you up from a dream he was in.

That one from work can come over on Monday night

You got dressed quickly, just throwing on some jeans and a sweatshirt before heading to the conference room that you had all of your briefings in. Almost everyone else was already sitting down when you got there so you just grabbed the closest open seat, meaning that you were sitting next to Bruce.

You smiled at him a bit sheepishly as you sat down, you weren’t late, but you still felt bad about essentially being the last one there.

“I overslept,” You tell him quietly, deciding that you might as well tell someone your excuse.

“Don’t worry, Tony’s not here yet, and he’s supposed to be leading the briefing, I’m sure you’re fine.” He replies, giving you a comforting smile.

You nod just as Tony comes galavanting into the room.

“Alright, so Fury wants me to cover a million and one things today, so I’m going to talk through it as quickly as possible so you can ask me any questions, but it’s also all in your briefing packets.” He rattles off, waiting for everyone to nod their heads before jumping head first into all of the information you’ve got to cover.

As you start to flip through your packet, trying to keep up with everything Tony says you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Bruce.

You can’t help but let your eyes trace the contours of his face, down to his neck, and then into his shirt. And you don’t mean to completely zone out for the entirety of the briefing, meaning that you didn’t learn a single thing so you were probably going to die during the next mission if you don’t go read all of the information on your own time.

I want 'em all, I want 'em all And when they finally leave me, I'm all alone but I'm lookin' down and my girls are blowing' my phone up Them twenty questions, they askin' me where I'm at Didn't hit 'em back

As everyone started filing out of the conference room you got up as quickly as possible, trying to get out of there in case anyone had noticed that you hadn’t been paying attention in any way, shape, or form.

But before you could get back to your room you could hear Wanda and Natasha calling your name.

You sighed but turned around, “What’s up?” You ask as they make their way over to you.

“Where’ve you been?” Natasha asks, in her probing yet slightly endearing way.

“Yeah, you’ve been completely cut off the past few days, what’s up?” Wanda asks

“Oh, I’ve just been busy, taking care of some stuff, don’t worry about it.” You reply dismissively, “And I actually have some more to do...I’ll catch up with you guys later though,” You add before making your way to your room as quickly as possible.

Once you’re back in your room you breathe a sigh of relief before flopping back down on your bed.

I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby

Once you’d finally calmed down enough you figured that you might as well bite the bullet and just go find Natasha and Wanda and get them to help you figure out what to do about this situation you’d found yourself in.

You slowly emerged from your room and slowly made your way down the hall to Wanda’s room, knowing that the two of them were probably in there.

“Can we talk about something?” You ask from the doorway as you watch Wanda and Natasha practice some of the new moves that Natasha’s been teaching the two of you.

“(Y/N)!” Wanda calls gleefully when she looks up to see you standing there, “Of course, what’s up? What have you been so busy with?” She asks as you all move to sit down.

“Well...I’ve...God, this is so embarrassing to admit,” You mutter.

“What is it? Why have you been missing out on all of our stuff?” Natasha asks.

“Well, I wish it was because of something cool, but the truth is...I’ve just been getting really distracted by… all of the guys on the team.” YOu admit.

“Really?” Wanda asks, trying not to laugh.

You burry your face in your hands, “God it’s so embarrassing.” You mutter.

“(Y/N),” Natasha calls out, causing you to snap your head back up, “There’s a very simple solution to your problem. You just need to find a guy and fuck him.” She says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“How am I going to manage that?” You groan.

“Honey, it’s not that hard,” Natasha replies with a smirk, “I’ve got a plan.”

I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys

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