#its the most generic music store so like. its not gonna be focused on professionals but rather beginners with cheaper stuff

[lovecatsys]

finally getting back to playing violin and im having such a hard time tuning it. the tuning pegs keep sliding out of place. its always had this problem because its an old violin and i think it was broken at some point near the A string tuning peg, there's a couple cuts in the wood and i remember my Dad having to get it fixed when i first started playing it in 7th grade. its an old family heirloom. im really worried actually because im probably going to have to get a new violin at some point, preferably one that's more my level, and that shit is Expensive.

[blueangel1780]

Temptations(Part 2)

Length: 3,623 words

Sebastian Stan x reader

Intro(fluff, some smut, beginning of angst)

A/N- Well here we are, part 2. I am gonna let you know that I want to hear from you guys about ideas to play into this. Its gonna get a little rough on the emotions though so be prepared. But- also more raunchy to match it. Hehehe.

  Grinning at him under you as he feigns helplessness as you slowly tease his neck with long, drawn out kisses. Your body’s slow ache for him after two long months was short lived as it built quickly once he put his hands on your hips. The feel of his warm palms embracing you, letting his long fingers move around your lower back as they moved up slowly with precise intention of their destination. “Your overdressed my dear..” he whispers to you since you haven’t changed from your work clothes yet. Luckily enough for you the job isn’t picky about what you wear as long as your being modest for the most part and working with babies there are only a handful of things you can’t wear so you quickly get the t-shirt you have on above your head & you see his deliciously devilish smile appear as his eyes dilate to seeing you uncover your soft body underneath. The way he looks your body over like it’s the first time again.. you have no idea how he still manages to look this way at you every time you are intimate with him, but it makes your heart smile when he does.

 It catches your attention that the song is on repeat when you finally hear the words, though in Spanish, you manage to translate at least the chorus some and blush. “Babe, I don’t know that you know what this song is saying.” When he looks over at his phone playing the song he looks back and smiles “Good thing for google huh? But if you wanna tell them to me I won’t object either.” God this man sometimes is too charming for his own good, and he knows it, with no shame sometimes using it to coax what he really wants from you. Biting down on the corner of your lip you sit up some and gently trace his chest as you listen for the chorus to come back around. The song has a great rhythm to it for dancing but the song is definitely not about actually dancing so you use that to your advantage to seek out some teasing. “Slowly..I want to breath on your neck slowly..” as you lean into his neck then whisper “..let me tell you things in your ears so that you remember me when you’re not with me.” Then grind against him starting your slow torture as you continue ..”I want to strip you off with kisses slowly, sign the walls of your labyrinth, to make your whole body a manuscript…” moving down from his neck to his collarbone when you hear him gasp and let out a light moan. His chest tightening up some under your hands but you make sure to inform him of the last part of the chorus as you lick down his chest teasing his nipples like he would be doing to you ..”let me surpass your danger zones, to make your scream and forget your name..” and that does him in before he grabs your hips and rolls you off to climb onto you instead. The quickness in his breath lets you know he has had enough teasing but you just smile an innocent grin as you move your hands to his abdomen, letting your nails barely graze his skin sending a chill through him.

 “Problem?” you say fighting back a giggle as you grin a wide smile at him as he seems to be in a state of concentration as if thinking of what form of punishment you should be getting for teasing him like that. He growls at you before kissing you hard. His lips pressing in almost bruising as he opens his mouth and licks at your lips, which you happily oblige to let his tongue work its magic. Sliding your tongue up and down his as you moan into his mouth from his kisses and now hardened cock pressing against the inside of your thighs as he grinds into you which sends your heart racing to continue since you don’t have to be up early as usual with your son being out. You suddenly hear an insistent buzzing and his phone lighting up which generally is not an issue, he ignores it and continues but seeing who it is he stops suddenly, excusing himself, looking upset for having to stop but whoever it is needing something from him.

 Frowning as you lay back in frustration yet curiosity. His manager knew he was home and wouldn’t dare call unless it was about a role that was something big cause everything else can be done with a text, his mom was usually on Tuesdays and anyone else he again, usually ignored when he was home. As bad as you know it is you try to listen in to see what it could be but he’s whispering which puts you on guard…

 “So what brings you to New York, business, pleasure?” Sebastian asks as you both start walking to the park he mentioned. “Here recently its been training actually. There is a big program for teachers and I try to come up every session if I can to further my knowledge. That and my son had a music thing with his school this same week so it worked out for both of us this time.” Smiling as you see his face with a very quirky smile of both impression and admiration at you. ‘How the heck can he manage a look like that’ you think to yourself. “What about you? Big ol’ New York home to you or just visiting?” you ask wondering if maybe he’s a constantly working man himself, to which your answer suddenly appears in the form of screaming women who apparently have been following him for a while before he ducked into the coffee shop you happened into. Suddenly its autographs, pictures, some random man asking you about your relationship with Sebastian with a recorder in his hand.. “I’m gonna go..” as you back away from the insanity that is happening and duck away before another picture of you manages to be taken. “Jeez man, what the crap was that?” you ask yourself before hitting your destination a few blocks up to get your sons pressed tux for his performance tomorrow night. He was going to play with his orchestra group and then had a solo as well. You loved to encourage him in his passions, though it was a major hurdle in a lot of life decisions you had to make, as with all the important things once becoming a parent you gave up everything to make sure they succeeded. Getting used to the sound of a trumpet however in its early stages is about as interesting as it gets, as with all musical aspirations. Lots of practice, lessons, band trips and money later it was all worth it to see him playing at a well-known place on live tv as part of all his hard work though at the young age of 10. God knows all the parents here with the group have put forth the same efforts and struggles so it was a tight knit group of you that made the cheering/support group for them. Finishing up your errands and heading back to the hotel you are surprised when the front desk stops you and states that you have a message when you got back.

“How in all things holy did he find me?” you ask as you read the note left for you from Sebastian. ‘I am soo sorry about earlier. As you can see I work in something that makes going around town kinda crazy. Please call or text me when you get this. -Seb.’ A heavy sigh comes out and you debate for a good five minutes before you actually have your curiosity get the best of you. “So… you’re a professional stalker as well?-(y/n)” you send to him tossing your phone to the bed and hanging up the tux in the closet before opening up your laptop to pull up the itinerary from work for your trip and looking everything over to make sure you have enough time to get back to get ready for the concert. Your phone is ringing suddenly which makes you jump since you were so focused on the computer. “Hello?” you answer knowing the number is one you just made contact with. “Hey doll, so I am soo sooo sorry about all that earlier, I just wish you hadn’t run off so fast. I wanted your number before you booked it like a bat out of hell.” You hear with a chuckle. “Well seems like you had no problems finding me just off the little bit of info I apparently told you so looks like you got it anyhow..” you say with a smile. “What time is his concert, I would like to see the group in action, when I looked up the event it looks like a great night of music in store.” He responds. “Tickets by now are either sold or you may still get some but its gonna be like $225 for them. I’m surprised you would want to come though.” You say a little more reserved, the weird stalker feeling coming back to the surface. “Well, I’ll explain it this way, it supports the schools I presume, which in turn helps you so I’ll fork out whatever it costs for educational purposes. Is that ok with you? I won’t come if you don’t want me to though (y/n)..” and you stop. Your heart flutters a few beats and you can’t form a sentence from hearing your name come out so.. enticingly. That would be a good word. “Yea I mean if you don’t mind a 3 hour concert that is. It starts at 6. Do dress accordingly and please leave the people you had earlier at home, there will already be camera crews and all there..” you finally respond back. “Great, well… can I text you until then?” a more serious but sweeter request coming across. “Yea, sure.. busy day with my teaching courses but I can try through the day.” Trying to not sound somewhat excited that less than 12 hours ago you were ogling this man in a coffee shop and he is now wanting to talk more with you. “Awesome! Thanks so much (y/n)! I’ll text you soon doll.” It almost gives you the creeps actually at how fast this had become a thing that you wanted to text him back and tell him to not come but of course it was an “open to the public” showcase so you knew even if he didn’t try to find you he would go just out of support for the arts if he really was as interested as he seemed.

 Letting out a long sigh and figuring it best to drop the matter, you toss your phone back to the bed and get back to reviewing and scheduling the day to be ready for tomorrow. Luckily most of the work you had was going to be done by 1-2 pm so you had at least a few hours before the showcase. You head to pick up your son and grab dinner on the way back to the hotel. After showers and last minute reviews you head to bed and just as you nearly doze off the familiar text bing goes off. You lay there deciding if it’s important enough to look at, figuring it may be one of the teachers, you pop up on your shoulder and check. ‘Thank you for another chance (y/n), I really want to show you that it’s not always as crazy as it seemed earlier. See you tomorrow night, sleep well printesa.’ Realizing you are grinning way too much at a text when you catch the last word not recognizing it. “Ughh bump it, I’ll google it tomorrow.” You mumble as you pass out for the night.

 The next morning you both head down to the breakfast bar to get ready for the day and then as you start to head back to the room you realize you left your phone up there & hope nothing important had happened. You both scramble to the elevator since it’s the only communication to the teachers and your colleagues that can reach the both of you and of course ‘2 missed calls, 1 unread text’. Sighing as the voicemail plays letting you know that your son needs to be there another hour prior to the already scheduled time since the other school prior to his performance apparently is having to use more space than they were granted and seating arrangements need to be redone, the next is the lead teacher and your friend from work letting you know she would be there at 6:50 for you to get to the panel and to wear comfortable shoes cause they changed the location due to an overbooked hotel conference room by someone else.

 “Fan-flippin-tastic” you mumble as you let your son know and smile as he groans himself but you two get changed and greet the chaperone just down the hall that is gonna be with him and the other 4 kids that she was assigned. She was a nice mom but you didn’t know her as well as the others so you hoped he was at least alright and behaving with her. You get downstairs and squint at the sun already trying to cook your somewhat tan but still pale skin on your arms as you both made your way & suddenly realizing you meant to look up that word he sent last night You meet your coworker and closest friend to head to the convention. Giving her a general run-down of your events yesterday she smiles as she says “Well he can take my plus one ticket if he is so insistent..” she says. “Ohh hell no.. you wouldn’t quit bugging me for days about this showcase for him, you’re going!” you fuss back teasingly. “And besides, he wants to drop some big bucks for a ticket to support the kids school who am I to tell him no? Helps me in the long run with future trips.” you say smiling at her. Forgetting completely that you had a text this morning you check it and its from Sebastian. “Good morning, hope you slept well. Just curious, is it just suit and tie or more formal?” you read, wondering if he even has more than just a regular suit. “Well, its dressy but not entirely ‘black dress party’ or wedding formal” you texted back to him and felt a little stir about seeing him in a nice suit that you had quickly dismissed since you were entering the conference room and didn’t need that sort of distracting thought to get you into trouble so you switch to ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode until break time and get ready to learn.

  Three and a half hours really drag when you aren’t hands on with the learning or actually doing your job and your brain is desperate for fresh oxygen. During the lunch break you check your phone “5 texts received” and you check through them, 3 more from him and 2 from the other parents. Nothing serious with the parents so you check back on his. “What color are you wearing tonight, or is that important?” “Scratch that, plain black and white usually work, sorry about bugging you, hope your day is going well. =)” “I really can’t wait to see this performance, I’m excited about it!” you sigh/groan rather loudly than intended and suddenly like a ghost your friend is at your side staring at the messages and then grinning like an idiot at you. “OOOOOO so he’s the one tagging along with us I see..” as she plays it off coolly seeing your expression of loathing but love for her and her timing. “Yea would you wanna see him before tonight?” asking jokingly at her when she grins and nods almost like a bobblehead doll. “You are hopeless..” you grin back then text him to see if he will send you a contact picture for you. While your waiting you see the word from the text last night and look it up. “Thank the stars for mobile internet” you say as it pulls the translation base from Romania. “Alrighty then…” when you see what it says is “princess”. “Well, okay then..” as you blush and of course a new picture message that only took about a minute to receive and you chuckle to yourself. When you see it and stare at least a good 30 seconds before showing her the picture, then she shrieks which damn near deafened you. “The hell is wrong with you?!” you spit out in a hushed but fussing tone and yank the phone back as quickly as you show her. “(y/n) PLEASE tell me you know who that is!!!!” she questions almost breathless. “Ummm.. enlighten me?” as her whole face is beaming now with excitement and what some call a “fangirling moment” when she explains that he is a character from the movie called “The Covenant” you went and saw when it came out & that he plays in the Marvel movies that have been coming out and that the cave you live in must be tucked somewhere on a deserted island for you to not have known him. “Sorry to burst your bubble but I’m sure Gil knows, you know the kid likes all the superheroes.” and that’s when you are now forced to google him and when it pulls the pictures up your jaw drops. ‘My god it is him’ you think, ‘How in the heck did I manage this?!’ you wonder knowing now why he was bombarded by people and photographers. “Well I stepped in some serious shit now..” you mumble then realize you have to remind your friend to stay quiet cause you certainly did not need another scene made with the two of you. She swears to keep her silence though her smile is screaming otherwise and you both head back in for lunch and the rest of the presentation.

 Four pm comes too quickly and you find yourself taking your makeup and hair stuff with you to the performance area and getting ready there with your son is practicing away. You have your nerves on edge as the final touches are done just before 5:20. you stash away your stuff before rushing out front for photo ops and to watch the director answer interviews and talk about their part for this evening. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you nervously check it. “I can see you from here and you are stunning..” you see from him and quickly glance up scanning the cameras and people around when you feel a hand slowly at your lower back and look up to see him with quite a sweet smile as he looks you over, taking you in as your black v-cut dress hugs all your curves and the small black heels help you almost come eye to eye with him. You can’t help but blush when he urges you forward slightly to follow behind the class and that’s when it happens “SEBASTIAN, SEBASTIAN OVER HERE!!” from the middle of the group of press and then its all over. Struggling to see so you can walk you are now moving your arm through his as a brace to get through the insane amounts of flash and screams for a picture. You see your son looking back through the commotion at you and can’t tell if he’s in shock or joy that apparently a superhero was holding his mom at the hip to him.

 When you finally get in the doors and can see again you try to rub your eyes gently to not mess up your makeup and feel yourself being led through the seating area and then realize that you are much closer than your original seats were and you stop looking for your friend who was supposed to be with you. “I have to find my friend, we were supposed to sit together.” Scanning the audience again when you see her almost running to keep up with you two and nabbing the 3 seats that were suddenly available to you when you were told it was arranged by the schools. Apparently his “status” gave you some pull with seats only 3 rows back in the center instead of the far right about 10 rows back.

“… I’m sorry baby.. Where was I?” when you are snapped out of the memory and see him, a big smile plastered on his face and you let out a giggle. He clears the room in only 3 steps before he’s back on top of you propped on his elbows staring into your eyes. “You ok?” he says with a more concerned look now and you nod slowly. “How about you? Seemed more important to rush out on a nearly naked woman to answer a call..”

 “Well I have a proposition for you, it can wait if you want but I forgot a friend was coming over tonight soo…” with an unreadable look on his face that you would normally presume as embarrassed but now you are the one who’s nervous..