#which of course is part of the point. you attach yourselves to these songs because they can hold projection!

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crying screaming throwing up at the latest Lionheart update – only amplified by my listening to the Tortured Poets Department (anthology) while reading. What are your favourite songs from the album? and what would be Hermione and Draco's faves?

favorites: So Long London, BDILH, Florida, Guilty as Sin, The Bolter

Guilty as Sin? is the one that I'll be using for my imaginary blorbo music videos for a while, personally. BDILH is going to be the new star-crossed-lovers edit audio on TikTok from now til the heat-death of the universe, and I personally am going to enjoy that. The Bolter is the best storytelling, and I think its specificity is its strength.

I think Hermione and Draco are 90's babies, and I have self-indulgently projected my own taste for 80's/90's altrock onto both of them. I think Daphne would go full Swiftie in a hot minute, though. Would go nuts for the Alchemy. (It's me, I'm Daph.)

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Jungkook Twin Flame Reading

A little post in honour of Jungkook’s birthday after which I’ll be taking a break :)

 Jungkook Twin Flame Reading

 The relationship dynamic between Jungkook and his TF is so interesting to me. To say that they are made for each other is a huge understatement. If human beings have several layers and levels to their being, then it is safe to say that Jungkook and his TF are compatible at every level; that’s how “destined” they are. Even if you take away the spiritual aspect of their connection and just focus on the earthly, physical dimension, they are the type of people who would be instantly drawn to each other. It’s not enough said that they are each other’s type. They could walk into a room full of people and instantly pick the other. Each has the physical appearance that the other finds attractive, the personality that the other admires, and their overall goals and ambitions in life too are very compatible. Whether they hit each other up at the bar, met in a park, hooked up on Tinder, or had an arranged marriage, it doesn’t matter— they would end up together. It’s like in the movie ‘The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’, where the protagonists erase each other’s memories repeatedly but still end up falling in love every time they meet again. Now you would say, how nice for them, that must make their TF journey so much easier than others’, but (very) interestingly, no, it makes it just the more difficult.

Since they are so obviously compatible, picking each other is an obvious option. It’s like, I don’t need to be divinely guided to pick you; I’d do it anyway. And this is what makes the connection so confusing because there are literally 2 Levels in this connection: 1, where they can just be together as partners or spouses or whatever other earthly relationship term they want to subscribe to, and 2, where they can show up as the Divine Masculine and Feminine and hence have a higher dimensional connection. The difference between these 2 options is that the 1st, while not terrible, would be a mere earthly connection wherein both operate from their wounded selves and therefore their love has conditions, projections, and therefore hurts and problems. This type of relationships is not very uncommon to find and one might even argue that what’s so bad with that? Every relationship has problems. That’s normal. But then I urge you to ask yourselves, is it normal or it is normalized? Also, it might be commonly seen, but with their potential to be Twin Flames, Jungkook and his DF are not here to have a “normal” connection. And they are definitely not here to subscribe to the normalized version of love as it exists in the world right now. As TF counterparts, they have been given a choice to opt for more, also known in the TF community as creating new relationship templates. This is why I had mentioned in one of my previous posts that simply being born and then meeting your TF counterpart does not automatically make you each other’s Twin Flames— it only makes you “potential” TFs. It’s only when you show up as your most authentic or Divine self that you are actually “being” TFs. This is not a very simple phenomenon to understand and a lot of times, TF counterparts meet each other and are caught up in the earthly, or lower chakra attraction that they feel for each other. This looks like intense sexual attraction, daydreaming and overthinking about each other, and being almost addicted to each other. Is this a very bad thing? No, definitely not. Understand that the lower chakras represent our earthly existence and as such, all experiences stemming from them ground us onto that aspect of life and done right, it’s a beautiful experience. Also, one thing I disagree with a lot of people about is that the TF connection is not romantic. Oh but it is! The TF connection is not a fairytale. Heck yeah it is! But I also understand where they are coming from. I think the problem is in the way the words “romance” and “fairytale” are perceived these days. I don’t know about you, but fairytales to me are all about boy meets girl, fall in love, want to be together but problems arise, misunderstandings happen, third parties interfere, sorrows and tears, breakthrough, problem-solving, maybe even some fights, songs and dances, and finally, union. This don’t look like the TF connection to you? Of course, the TF journey is not so oversimplified, linear or one-dimensional, and doesn’t end in like 1 ½ hours. But that’s still the gist though. As for romance, again, I earnestly think the meaning of romance is so skewed right now, it makes me sad. As far as I have lived (and loved), romance has never been just about wining and dining, flowers and chocolates, singing and dancing (although they are a part of that and a very fun one at that). For me, the TF connection is romance at its peak. If romance is defined as the expression of love and affection, then there can be absolutely nothing more romantic than a person who would stop at NOTHING to be with you, to the point that they would take an axe and strike down their own ego, burn and destroy themselves over and over again to be their most authentic self because they see you and think, you’re worth it. So many people in the world right now would rather replace you with someone else simply because they are too proud to look into themselves and heal their wounds that are stopping them from experiencing true love, and continue living with their masks on. Masked people bringing flowers and diamonds and basically everything else other than their heart has never been a romantic notion for me. But yes, the skewed definition of romance these days does not accommodate such depth of the emotion and expression of love, so it’s limited to being perceived (and executed) as materialistic and surface-level exhibition.

TFs, upon meeting each other for the first time, experience all of these earthly tendencies. In itself, it’s not a bad thing at all. It’s sweet, spicy and exciting because seldom do you find a person that gets your heart racing like that. The “relationship” too, seems within your reach. But just when you reach out for them, the tower moments happen. This is when TFs realize that there is much more than what appears on the surface and you got to dig deeper. With Jungkook and his DF, it just was even more confusing because them being so compatible and an “obvious choice” for each other, the delays and the “ifs” and “buts” just did not make sense. This was especially Jungkook’s energy where he was more focused on the earthly manifestation of this connection because that’s what made sense to him— boy meets girl, fall in love, together bam! (Lol I had to make that joke cuz it’s a special day). He was also focused more on the external manifestations of problems in the connection, for example, he would think, I cannot be with the DF because of X, Y, Z. But the TF journey, like any other spiritual journey, will always teach you to look inward. Any problem and situation in life is always the external manifestation of something that is wrong inside, and therefore that’s where all solutions lie. On the other hand, as DFs are usually initiated into the spiritual journey first and are more concerned with that aspect of the connection (explained in detail in a previous post), his DF kept running away from him because Jungkook’s state of mind was not supportive of her spiritual quests. It’s important to understand that neither of them was consciously doing this; both did what they did because that’s what made sense to them at their level of healing. As the “lead” in this journey though, somehow it all started with the DF. She felt the call to opt for that higher dimension in their connection and to move away from him when he wasn’t in the ready state to even understand, let alone, support that spiritual aspect, which is what is known as the Separation— the part where both parties need to focus on their own healing. However, it’s one thing to know what to do, and quite another to embody that knowledge and act on it with the trust that everything will ultimately work out. So for a while, she too was caught up in her lower dimensional cravings. It’s safe to say that just like Jungkook, she was terrified of losing him because like I said, even in a non-TF way, they seemed so perfect for each other, you just do not want to miss the chance to at least give it a shot. But her soul would be tugging at her to complete the tasks that she had undertaken prior to incarnation, in other words, her soul contract, so she wouldn’t be able to be fully present in this connection either. And so she would do this thing where she would take a step forward towards her destiny and then look back at Jungkook where he was in his journey to see if he would join her. Repeatedly. But this connection IS about your soul journey, her indecision and mental to and fro would energetically keep Jungkook in an indecisive and back and forth state too. It’s like everytime she would look back to see if she was making a mistake, Jungkook would look back to see if he was making a mistake. This was keeping him attached to his karmic situations, which would then drain him, which would make him want his DF more to fill him up, which would create energy drainage for the DF which would ultimately repel the DF and she would want to run far, far away from him. This pushing him away in turn would hurt and confuse Jungkook and he would start doubting the connection and his self worth and start thinking that he doesn’t deserve her and that she is staying away from him because she isn’t interested in him and it’s all in his head, and so he would think of walking away from her before she leaves him. This is the push and pull dynamic in this connection and this was the loop that they were stuck in for a while.

Over time though, his DF has been inching closer and closer to her destined path, trying to find faith in herself, in the connection and in Jungkook and has been looking back less. Recognizing her role as the lead, she has had to make the difficult decision to solely focus on herself and put Jungkook out of her mind— a “whatever happens, happens, I’m not abandoning myself for anyone anymore” kind of a decision. This has been difficult for her because she has always naturally been someone who puts other people’s needs before her own. When she likes someone, it has always made sense for her to almost sacrifice all her needs and wants for the other person’s. However, this energy has never been reciprocated to her in her previous connections, and her life would always eventually turn out to be one where her needs were always in the backburner. As I had said in a previous post, when she first meets Jungkook, the way he treated her was quite different from others. While other men would make these big show of love while ignoring the smallest, most basic things about her, Jungkook was observant of the little subtle things about her and more importantly, always willing and even seeking to do things that felt tailormade for her. While other people made their moves with agenda, Jungkook had this energy of just vibing in the moment, doing little things, making her smile. It was like he had even forgotten to set a purpose or intention of interacting with her; he just did what he did because it made him so happy. This caused her to put down her guard and a connection was made. However, this connection, or specifically, the happiness and bliss in the connection did not last long because both were interacting from a co-dependent place— they were both doing things trying to seek happiness from the other, to fill an empty void in themselves. But as I discussed earlier, when you seek something outside of yourself, it is never enough because that void can only be filled by you. So, what started as a beautiful and fun connection started morphing into a confusing, draining and hurtful one. This was very the signal to start levelling up into a higher dimension of the connection— the connection in itself wasn’t wrong; it was just that it was established in a lower, 3D dimension that was keeping it embroiled in pain and struggle. The DF was the first to recognize this and felt it in her heart to first, individually level up. But as said earlier, she was constantly looking back in doubt, afraid she might just lose him, which, true to the TF connection, kept Jungkook stuck in a fear of losing her. When Jungkook is stuck in the energy of this fear for long enough, external problems would manifest to reflect and amplify that fear, which then, as I said, would make him want to leave her first before she could leave him, because he felt that he loved her too much to ever be able to bear the pain of his heart being broken by her.

In present times, his DF has been a lot more confident in herself and in this connection. This has happened because she has spent considerable amount of time healing her trauma patterns which has immensely increased her faith in the Divine and she is able to see this connection clearly, not just from a knowledge point of view, but also from a deep feeling. In the past, she was stuck in the confusion of “if he is right for me, then how does it make sense to leave him behind?”, the same confusion that Jungkook had. But then again, when she stayed behind, there would be all these differences of opinions between them and problems and hurt would ensue. Both saw each other as their destination and yet, the path each proposed to take was different. Jungkook took the more rational, practical path while his DF was inclined to the more spiritual, “listen to the Divine, have faith and let go” path. Incidentally, the spiritual path is not irrational either. The real, practical problems in their connection did not go unnoticed by the DF. She noticed the co-dependency, the fact that she was constantly putting her own needs behind to try to address his needs and also the fact that even after that, Jungkook was still stuck in fear, doubt, confusion and misery. But more than anything else, she saw the once-beautiful connection deteriorate every day. This was painful to her because from the moment she saw Jungkook, as an intuitive and foresighted woman, she knew he was the one, and that this would be a beautiful and fulfilling connection, and the start had even been that way. The intense attraction, waiting for each other everyday, daydreaming when they were alone, every love song finally making sense— stuff straight out of a movie or a romance novel. But this reality kept slipping off, and it hurt her to see it all go down the drain. So when she realized that this connection needed to be anchored to a higher frequency, she had to make the choice of walking away from him to work on herself. She knew that she wasn’t being her most authentic, divine self, and as such, wouldn’t be able to create an authentic and divine connection. While in the past she was afraid of being judged by him for the choices and decisions she made, more recently she has stepped into the confidence that living her life from her heart is not something she should ever be afraid of, and if Jungkook is the divinely destined partner that she thought he was, he would never stand in the way of her living a life that made her happy. She also knew that unless she heals herself from her own trauma and wounds, she would not be able to love him right either. She isn’t perfect and in the past she has done many a hurtful things to people she loved and she is afraid unhealed, she would do the same to Jungkook. In this energy, she foresees the connection to become riddled with problems and trauma bonding and she would rather leave him and this connection right this instant where it is still relatively peaceful, than create a reality where they hurt each other that much. It’s funny that in her past relationships, whenever she hurt her partner, she would feel guilty for behaving that way more because she feels it was beneath who she is, but on hindsight she will be like, well they still deserved it for being complete jerks to me. But with Jungkook, she feels like she wouldn’t be able to ever willingly hurt him because she believes he doesn’t deserve to ever be treated that way, so it could only mean that in such a state, she would only hurt herself each time and she didn’t want that for herself either, so she feels like she’d rather stay away from him and the connection than cause all that. This is similar to how Jungkook feels about her as well, which is why no matter how tough it gets for him to go on without her, he always reminds himself that he couldn’t possibly with her until he became capable enough to give her all the happiness that she deserves, so that’s where they would mirror each other. And yet, everytime he feels empty, he wants to reach out to her. However, as the DF has started becoming confident in the connection, and stopped looking back in doubt, Jungkook has been feeling confident too. The more she heals, he heals. Now, they are both on their adventures of finding themselves while still recognizing the presence and impact of this connection in their lives. I think they’ve both realized that trying to escape this connection is a lost war. Instead they are embracing it and letting it guide them while still learning to put themselves first. Even after all the doubts and fears, their destination still remains the same, and the path seems to be aligning as well because they are both trying to meet each other halfway. Will there be anymore problems, confusion, doubts, fears, anger, frustration? Maybe, maybe not. But like I always say, that’s not the point of life at all. Nor is that the point of relationships. Problems might still arise but unlike in the past, they won’t be swept into co-dependency. The DF has learnt to listen to her heart every time, even if Jungkook does not agree with her and will address Jungkook’s needs only when she has ensured that her own needs are met first. In return, Jungkook has learnt to trust that his DF’s path will never be separate from his— time and time again, he has seen his DF return to him, never ceasing to love him and he has learnt to trust more in the Divine to give him what he believes belongs to him. Soon enough, they will be whole, complete and happy enough on their own accord and this will create a harmonious and blissful interdependent connection between them with the earthly intense attraction as well as the divine peaceful stability.

Just to avoid an abrupt end, let me share one of my favourite quotes that aptly defines this journey (except add “vice versa”):

“A woman's heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.”

― Maya Angelou

 Happy 24th birthday Jungkook, I hope you always know and remember that you are well loved, not because the person or the people who love you are good people, but because you deserve to be loved always. What is yours will never pass you by and what you seek, seeks you I promise. You will see, in time. Every single thing in this connection and in this journey might not make sense and it might seem long and dragged out, but if you want the other person to consider your needs, you must consider theirs too. That is true love. And it is yours. You’ve worked for it and you’ve earned it. Your DF wants you as much as you want her. But she won’t give herself to you unless she deems herself as someone you deserve and you deserve the best. She knows you already think she’s perfect but she also knows that you have the biggest, the kindest and the most accommodating heart and you would never make anyone feel lesser than. But she’s adamant lol. She says, Jungkook deserves the best and he will have the best. Please allow her the time and space to do this not just for you but also for herself— allow her to heal her insecurities so she never feels small and insignificant anywhere she goes. Don’t forget that your destination is the same. Allow her to take a different path once in a while if she so pleases, and don’t be afraid to do the same. Do what YOU want to do and what is best for you. Always. If it hurts her ego, best believe that it is HER problem to take care of. If you are meant to be, mistakes and slip ups will never get in the way of that. If you are meant to be, neither of you should ever have to hide any part of yourselves. Trust that being your most authentic selves, no matter how odd, shameful and unforgiving it might seem to you, will always bring you closer. That’s just what unconditional love is. That’s what you are divinely created to have. If you have to hide, pretend and suppress any part of you to please the other, it’s just not love, and believe you me, your connection won’t last that way. I know it’s scary, to show those parts of yourself to another, parts that even you haven’t been able to accept, embrace or forgive, then how are they going to do that? She knows and she fears the same about herself. But know that you both have to show up as who you are, otherwise this connection remains a daydream and an illusion, the bubble of which will burst sooner or later. You both have been given the opportunity to create something that is not just missing but is needed in this world right now. Take it and make the best out of it. At the end of your lives, as you sit on your porch, watching the sunset together, you will get to look back in triumph and gratitude for one hell of an adventure. Happy birthday once again! May this day be the start to the best, happiest, most fun, most exciting, most exotic, most peaceful, most authentic and most soul-ly fulfilling life you have ever wanted.

 P.S. I really wanted to make a small and compact post but for some reason I rambled on and also I feel so tired after this I want to go to sleep immediately. I don’t have the energy to see what I’ve written anymore so I hope it all made sense. See you after my break! PPS. :) :) :)

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Mine [18+ GeorgeNotFound x Reader]

Hi guys! This is another GeorgeNotFound x Reader one shot that was requested by Anonymous! Disclaimer: This story contains NSFW content in which the characters engage in sexual activities and is intended for mature (18+) audiences! That being said, I hope you guys enjoy and as always, requests are open and you can send them in here! (This is a George x Female Reader one shot by the way!) [: — Froggie♡

Mine 

(I highly suggest listening to the song Mine by awfultune while reading this, as I was listening to it while writing this!)

It started like this: You and George were next door neighbours growing up. You always found yourselves fighting with sticks that you would pretend were swords in his tree house, or travelling the neighourhood on your bicycles in search of any new land to conquer. And since you were neighbours, that also meant the two of you went to the same school. Throughout your whole elementary school years, the two of you were inseparable; attached at the hips, they would say.

It wasn’t until middle school when the two of you began to part ways. George wanted to hang out with the boys his age; “It’s embarrassing only hanging out with a girl, Y/N!” He would say. And so you let him go. The bicycle rides came to an end, and you can’t remember the last time you stepped inside the treehouse. But that was okay; George was happy with his new friends, and you should be, too.

It continued like this: You and George haven’t talked in ages. The both of you were now in your senior year of high school, weeks away from graduating and all going your separate ways. Separate ways. 

“And so you all need to order your caps and gowns before this Friday so we get all the orders in!” Your principals voice rang throughout the auditorium. “It won’t be long until you’re all going your separate ways!”

And there it was again: separate ways. And as your eyes met a familiar brown pair that is sat rows away from you for just a split second, you realised that you were all too familiar with going separate ways.

It remains like this: It’s the last Saturday before graduation and you receive a text from an unknown number. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you unlocked your phone and examined the message.

Hey, is this Y/N?

Do you reply? Do you not reply? Maybe it’s just one of your girl friends who got a new number. So, you decide to reply with a casual: Yes (: Who’s this?

The text gets delivered and you wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally, an hour later, you get a reply back. 

This is George, I was wondering how you were doing. You read the reply over and over again, taking in every single word. There was no way this was really George, the two of you haven’t spoke in ages. Why is he just now reaching out?

You find yourself typing a reply, however, and hitting the send button as soon as you finish. I’m doing alright.. How are you?

And this time, you get a response almost instantly that read: I’m alright. You going to Dream’s party tonight? 

You bite at your lip as you read the text. You had been invited by Dream himself to attend this end-of-the-year party, but when he asked you told him it wasn’t your type of thing. But now... You feel like you had to be there. So, you texted George telling him you would be there and locked your phone again. You felt your heart begin to race with nervousness, but you quickly shrugged it off and began getting ready to go to this party.

You had to make sure you looked your best, you thought to yourself, and then paused. Looked your best? For who? For George? You shook your head at the intrusive thoughts, and continued to get dressed and ready for the night.

A little bit after 11:00pm, you find yourself examining your outfit and makeup in the mirror. And in all honesty--You thought you looked good. So, you grab your phone and keys and head outside to your car. You feel the nerves coming back as you begin driving to Dream’s house, and they only worsen the closer you get to the home.

When you arrive, the party had already been going on for about and hour. So, you find a parking spot that’s down the road a bit and get out. Even from down the road, you can hear the sound of bass from the music and the loud bickering of your peers. As you finally approach the front door after pushing past some of your classmates; you are met face to face with a drunken Dream, who of course was wearing some random mask he had from Halloween.

“Ohhh, Y/NNNN,” He slurred out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the crowded house. “Gogy was lookin’ for ya! Did you find him?” He spoke to you, breath lingering of alcohol. You scrunched your nose up a bit as you shook your head.

“No, I just got here!” You shouted to him over the loudness of the music mixed with yelling and singing. Dream then just pointing to the kitchen before removing his arm from around you and stumbling off to who knows where.

You slowly made you way to the kitchen; the feeling of not belonging filling your chest as you looked around at all of the people you knew but didn’t know all interacting with each other. And as soon as you entered the kitchen, your eyes met the familiar brown pair again.

You freeze in your spot as you watch the taller boy begin to make his way over to you, and you could tell from the way he stumbled a bit over his feet that he had been drinking, too.

“Y/N,” is the only thing he says as he now stands in front of you, mixed drink in hand and a grin on his red-bitten lips.

“George,” You reply back, raising an eyebrow at him as you examine him from head to toe. His dark brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, eyes and cheeks a bit red from drinking, and clout goggles hooked onto his shirt. He looks a mess, you thought to yourself.

“You look.. Stunning,” He tells you and you watch as his brown eyes now look your body up and down and then up again. “I’m glad you made it,” he then says, and you can’t tell if this is him or the alcohol talking.

“Well, thank you,” You say, a slight blush forming on your cheeks, “Why’re you so glad?” 

“Because I was hoping you’d like to catch up, you know, before we all go our separate ways.” And damnit, there it was again. It’s as if you can never escape it.

You slowly nod your head though, because you long for this; you’ve missed George so much. And you watch as his grin widens when you nod your head and he grabs a drink from the counter and pushes it into your hands before motioning for you to follow him.

And you do. You follow him as he pushes through the crowd of the first floor, you follow him up the stairs, and you follow him into an empty bedroom, where he stumbles over to unlock and open the window before taking a seat on a chair that was place in front of the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s just too fucking loud down there,” He laughs, and you slowly shake your head no as you take a seat on the bed. “So, Y/N? What’ve you been up to? What are your plans for after high school?” George asks you.

And you want to tell him how you’ve been missing and longing for him over the past years, but instead you go on about how you’ve joined the photography club your freshman year and have been in there ever since, and how you plan to go to a college an hour away from home to attend their photography program. You watch him listen and nod his head, and it seems as if he actually... cared.

And then it fell into a silence for a moment before George finally spoke up: “I’ve really missed you, Y/N.” And when he said that, the whole feeling in the room seemed to change. Your eyes locked onto George’s and you find yourself whispering, “I’ve really missed you, too, George..”

And now he’s standing from the chair, sitting his drink down on the desk, and making his way over to where you’re seated on the bed. He’s now standing in front of you, eyes glimmering and filled with... lust? Passion? Alcohol? You couldn’t put a name on it before he’s pressing you back onto the bed and joining you on the soft mattress.

You find yourself staring up at him, except this time you take in how beautiful this man was. His whiskey brown eyes that had a light to them, along with the dozens of light freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, and the way his mouth was slightly gaped open, and the way that he smelt of a mixture of alcohol and musky cologne. 

————— SMUT STARTS HERE!  —————

You feel his hand push a strand of your hair out from in front of your face before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It started off curiously; the two of your lips moving slowly together before George presses in; deepening the kiss and his hands moving to feel more of your body.

When he pulls away, it’s only to take a breath and ask you, “Is this okay?” He sounded like the George you used to know—always caring and not overstepping any boundaries. All you could do was nod, however, as it felt like your voice was stuck in your throat. Is this a dream? There’s no way this is happening. Your skin felt so hot wherever his hands touched, but it felt so good.

And you feel George shift and you watch as he adjusts so that he’s sitting up; hands moving from your body to quickly to slip his shirt off over his head. Your mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape as you examine his naked torso sefishly, and you can’t help but run your hands down his chest; stopping only once your fingertips hit the top of his trousers.

A smirk play on the boy’s pink lips as he reaches down to slide your own shirt off; his eyes landing on your chest as he drops your shirt to the ground. You feel his hands move to caress your breasts in them; his thumbs brushing over the hardening nubs of your nipples. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan at the feeling and you visably watched George’s eyes darken at the sound.

“Holy shit, I want to hear that again,” George breathes out, leaning down to press kisses down your jawline and neck until he reaches your collarbone; nipping at the skin there to leave his marks.

You feel him press himself down between your thighs, and you could feel how aroused he was through the leggings you decided to wear to attend the party. As George continues to mark up your skin, you slowly run your hand down and between your two bodies to cup his half-hard cock in your hand, rubbing it through his trousers.

A low moan escapes his lips and vibrates against your neck as he does so, and George finally pulls away and scooches back on the bed to be able to pull your leggings off, as well as your panties, to leave you fully exposed. You watch his eyes look you up and down and up again, for the second time that night, but this time it was in a whole new light.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” He breathes out as his eyes continue to examine your naked body. He places his hands on your inner thighs to push them apart, and he makes eye contact with you before dipping his head down to drag his tongue between the folds of your pussy. You clamp your thighs against his head at the feeling, carding a hand through his hair to grip his hair and give it a tug. The boy begins to lick and suck at your pussy before pressing his tongue inside of you, pressing his face in as close as possible to ensure his tongue is as far as it will go.

“George..” You moan brokenly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to eat you out. He then slowly pulls away after a few moments, lips coated with his spit and your juices.

“I can’t wait anymore, you look too beautiful,” He breathes out, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before removing his own trousers and underwear. You take this sight of George in: You’ve never seen him in this light, and you never thought you ever would. You were about to thank him for his words, but before you could do so, you feel his fingers being placed between your folds and you gasp at the touch, another moan escaping your lips. 

George begins rubbing your clit slowly; massaging the nub for a moment before he presses a long finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out before adding another. You can’t help but moan every time his fingers hit just the right spot every time he presses them in, and you watch as he spits down onto his dick before beginning to pump his own dick. You bite your lip roughly before pushing his hand away from himself and replacing it with your own, and you relish in the moan George lets out as you begin to jerk him off.

And, of course, right as you’re about to reach an orgasm, George’s fingers stop moving and he removes them; licking up your juices as he holds eye contact with you.

He then remove your hand from his dick, staring down at you with darkened, lustful brown eyes as he asks you one more time, “Is this okay?”

And you nod, because you don’t think you could ever resist this. You’re hands find their way to George’s hair; fingers curling in the soft, yet sweaty, locks and pulling his head down to yours again. This time you’re the one to kiss with the passion and hunger, your legs hooking around his hips as you try to draw him in.

Your lips part ever so slightly as you feel George’s hand slide between your two bodies to grip his dick once again, but this time to guide it inside of you. You couldn’t hold back the moan of George’s name as he slowly pressed himself inside you, and your hands began to rake your fingernails down his back.

“Jesus, Y/N,” George breathes lowly as he finally presses all the way inside. Suddenly, the two of you weren’t people going their separate ways anymore, but now were as close as two people can get.

You feel his lips back on your neck as he slowly begins to form a rhythm of thrusting in and out of you. It feels so good, you think, and when he began picking up speed with his thrusts, you began to let go.

“Oh, fuck, George!” You moan out, louder this time, and he moves so he can grip the headboard above your head to help him be able to fuck you harder and faster. You roughly drag your nails down his back, leaving your own marks on his pale skin, as you moan with every thrust.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N,” He grunts out, looking down at you. He was roughly biting at his bottom lip, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. “Such a good baby,”

It didn’t take long before that pooling feeling began to form in your lower stomach again, and with one last more of his thrusts that hit just the right spot, your back arched up as you screamed his name; your orgasm finally hitting and your hands moving up to pull at his hair again.

This only made George fuck you harder; thrusts slowly but hips snapping up against your own as he moaned out, “I’m gonna cum, baby,” And with one last jerk of his hips and his cock buried deep inside you; he came with a moan of your name.

All that could be heard was the sound of both of your heavy breathing, the music from the party disoriented in the background. George then began to slowly pull out of you, eyes on your pussy as he watches his own cum ooze out of you. He smirked at the sight, leaning down to capture your lips with his own one last time before he was standing up and telling you, “I’m going to get you a cloth,” before disappearing into what you presumed was an attatched bathroom.

And after a couple minutes, George returned with a wash cloth and helped you clean yourself up. Your thighs were shaking with overstimulation as he also helped you dress yourself, and one he was fully dressed himself, he found his way back onto the bed to lay down next to you.

You couldn’t tell if he was still drunk, but he offered you a sober-looking smile before reaching a hand out to push the hair out of your face once again before pulling you close again. And in this moment, it felt like as if he never left your side; as if he’s been around the whole time. And it was unspoken, but both of you knew there was a lot to talk about after this night was over and you both we completely sober. Like the topic that George didn’t think to use protection.

FIN

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Build Me Up Buttercup *PART 7*

Whooo man, I don’t know if this is a longer chapter or not. I had planned on splitting the situations into two separate chapters, but it seemed short so I combined them. 

If you need to catch up!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8

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Rafael slammed the door to the men’s room open, terrifying some poor cowboy just trying to use the john. 

“Sorry…” He nodded apologetically to the guy who grumbled some obscenities as he washed his hands and left, leaving Rafael alone to stew.

Why had he just done that?! Why did he have to glance back at your table as soon as you closed your eyes? In that split second, he had locked eyes with Olivia. They were so close it was like they could telepath whole sentences between each other; and the look she had given him in that moment was definitely saying “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?”. 

Truth be told he really had no idea what he was doing, it all happened so fast. Really, the whole day was a blur. Before today you were just a junior detective to him, albeit a very sexy one. But truthfully you were barely a blip on his radar; you didn’t speak much, and when you did it was usually insulting him or contradicting. How had this one out of town trip completely flipped your relationship through a dryer tumble cycle? First the song in the car, the coffee in the car, the Fahey’s bathroom, and now this. At one point did he start…falling for you? Was he even falling for you? Were you planning this thing all along? Had you been seducing him? No, surely he wasn’t that dumb to just be seduced by a pair of pretty eyes and a tight t-shirt...and a soft soul who’d been through so much at so young…

NO. 

He wasn’t doing this. Not here, not now.

----

“What do you mean, he just left?”  

Once again you had fled to the bathroom, this time to update your BFF on the never ending nightmare that was this day. 

“I mean he LEFT. He mumbled some bullshit about being ‘sorry’ and just….walked away. No I’m sorry, he RAN away.” 

“Well...maybe he got scared?”

“A grown man?” 

“I don’t know from what you’ve said about him, he seems pretty high strung am I right?” 

“That’s putting it lightly…”

“I mean the fact that you even got him on that dance floor sounds like a miracle to me, maybe he just got in his head all of a sudden,” 

“Maybe…”

“Which means….” they paused ominously. 

“Means what?” you asked skeptically. 

“You’ve gotten yourself a def con one situation here, babe,”

“...What?” you were completely lost.

“Everyone knows the rule, Y/N” they kept completely serious.

“Wha-What RULE?” 

“The RULE! Once you have a…’moment’ with someone that gets interrupted, you HAVE to actually kiss them...or bang them but let’s be realistic,” they continued in a very serious tone, despite the fact that they were talking conspiracy theories. 

“Is ANY of that realistic? What happens if you ‘break’ this rule?”

“You have to kiss them in 24 hours or else you’ll just stay friends forever,” They stated like an oracle.

“Do you hear yourself when you talk, or has the crazy just become white noise at this point?” You rolled your eyes.

“Mock all you want, but you remember Duncan and Sarah?” 

“They went on one date and decided to be friends?”

“No no, they went on one date and she got called away before the end of it, thus nixing the good night kiss. And then the next time they ‘went out’, it had been 72 hours and when he went in for the good night kiss, she said they were better AS FRIENDS,” 

“...THAT’S what you're basing this insane rule on? A story about people we barely know?” 

“Well, it was also on Scrubs. Elliot and JD had to go through SO MUCH just because he couldn’t man up in those 24 hours!” They insisted.

“Oh my god, I’m hanging up--”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT, Come on Y/N just hear me out,” They begged. You sighed, putting two fingers across your eyes.

“Alright, let’s hear it,” 

“Look, you can choose to think I’m full of shit, but you gotta ask yourself: Are you willing to chance it?” 

You bit your lip, actually pondering if she could be right. 

“And you better think REAL quick, because your time has already been cut in half,”  they added. 

“NOW what the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re like, on a ‘vacation’ right now. Barba is FINALLY seeing you, like a person. A woman. Someone who’s not up his ass for warrants or bitching about deadlines,”

“I’m not that--” you tried protesting. 

“Shush. No time. You’re in like, another dimension right now. I’ll bet money as SOON as you hit the city line he’s gonna go back to his robot self and remember the fact that you two are completely inappropriate--”

“Oh come on that’s a strong--” you once again tried defending yourself. 

“I’m just saying what he’s gonna reason, babe. You know I’m right,” 

You paced the bathroom now, thinking of all the reasons you and Barba were bad news. 

“....What if he’s already there? What if that’s why he walked off? What if he’s talking himself out of….ANYTHING?”

“THIS IS WHAT I’M SAYING, HELLO You need another ‘moment’, but without everyone staring at you. I’ll bet you anything that’s what got him into his head all of a sudden,” 

Your eyes widened, remembering the front row seats your entire squad had to your little romantic moment. 

“Oh my god you might be right...they were all staring at us,”

“See?? You need to get him alone,” They went on, as you walked out of the bathroom. 

“...Fuck,”

“What? Fuck what? WHAT?!”

“I may have run out of time,”

You saw Barba approaching the booth again, Olivia gesturing wildly. The body language of their conversation did not seem very encouraging. What was worse, Amber walked up and handed them a check. 

“I think we’re leaving, Olivia got the check and she looks like a mad mom bitching out her ten year old for trying to swipe candy,” You groaned, ducking behind a man with a huge cowboy hat and following behind him to a seat at the bar, out of the squad’s eye line. 

“You need more time! You can’t just get in the car and drive back with everybody there, the ‘moment’ will never happen!”

“Okay can you stop with this, I’m already flipping out enough without you stating the obvious,” you twirled your hair and bit your lip.

“....You need to do something to your car.” they suddenly threw that at you like it was a completely reasonable statement. 

“EXCUSE ME?”

“Slash one of your tires!”

“Are you high right now, be honest with me,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Desperate times, babe,”

“Desperate times, not PSYCHOTIC times,”

“Look if you have a flat tire, you’ll have to call AAA and have them come and fix it, that should give you at least an hour. Then you can go back inside, get him ALONE, and get your moment!” They tried reasoning with you. Was that Hurricane THAT strong, or were they actually making some sense?

“...Why am I listening to this?” you kept a straight face, even though it was just a phone call.

“You can act smug all you want baby, but I can hear it in your voice; you’re considering it,” 

“Of course I’m considering it! But it’s...it’s insane. It’s like, ‘Fatal Attraction’ crazy,” 

“Ok I’m not telling you to boil his bunny, just inconvenience yourselves for another hour, drama queen,” you could hear both of you rolling your respective eyes at each other.

“And what’s more insane; puncturing a tire, or giving up something we both know you’ve wanted for MONTHS,” They pointed out. 

“How do you--” You blinked in disbelief. 

“Girl, please. I knew before you did, and I’ve never even met the man,” 

After several more moments of silence, you pulled your keys towards your face. 

“...I’ll call you later,”

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you sprinted outside to the parking lot and back to your car. You pulled the nail file attached to your key ring, and stared at your tires. 

“God forgive me…” You sighed, making a sign of the cross across your chest before kneeling next to your left rear tire.

You dragged the nail file across the tire, it barely made a scratch. Panic began filling your head, thinking of missing any chance to have Rafael’s lips on yours. Your BFF was right, you probably had a thing for him the moment you met him; even though you hadn’t even dared to let yourself think about it, until this morning. This WAS like an alternate dimension, it was like the rules of the ‘normal’ world were moot. 

The emotions of it all bubbled to a head as you stared at the tire; with a sort of pathetic battle cry, you PLUNGED the nail file into your tire and pulled it HARD across the top. Air came gushing out, the tire deflating in mere seconds. You sat back, the nail file in your hand like a machete, your breath going in and out like you had just run a marathon. Okay, you did go a LITTLE psycho there for a second. 

You barely had time to admire the work, you knew you had to go back inside to make it look like you had been in the bathroom this whole time. 

There was no going back now. 

----

Back inside you weaved in and out of the crowd back towards the bathroom, then made a turn for the booth so it looked like you had come from that direction. You walked up slowly, still hidden in the crowded bar as you heard an exchange between Barba and Oliva.

“...What I’m saying is, don’t start leading her on when you know it’s not going anywhere,” 

“How do you know it’s not going anywhere, Liv?” 

“Barba. Be serious,” 

Oh hell no. Who was she to make that decision? Surely he didn’t think that...did he? 

“HEY, hi,” you spoke up loudly, the entire group jumping at your rather loud greeting. 

“Oh hey Y/N we uh, I got the check. I just went ahead and paid for everybody, and when I say I, I mean Dodd’s,” She smiled, like she hadn’t just insulted the fuck out of you. 

“Oh, yeah? Ready to head home then?” You acted completely oblivious, noticing Rafael was avoiding your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve got my nanny waiting on me and it’s already...8 o clock?!” Olivia gasped, looking at her phone. 

“Good lord, how long have we been here? I better call my sitter,” Amanda grabbed her own phone out of her bag as the group walked out.

“Well, we were driving for a good 45 minutes outside of Hartford before Rafael made us stop here,” 

“Wait, what?” You now for the very first time, took a good long look at the parking lot. The bar was next to a motel on one side, a gas station on the other side next to it. And then field, across from it. And for miles. 

You were literally in the middle of nowhere. 

“Oh god…” you muttered, mentally yelling obscenities at your BFF and yourself for listening to their bat shit logic. Fin glanced at you quizzically, overhearing your ranting-- and then you heard Sonny’s voice.

“Is that….?” 

You saw him gesture towards your back wheel. FUCK.

“Oh my god, are you serious?? A Flat tire?!” Amanda slammed her phone against your car. 

“Barba must have driven across a nail, or glass, or something in the parking lot. Probably a broken beer bottle if we’re being honest,” Sonny scoffed looking at the less than stellar cars in the parking lot. 

“Hey it’s not Barba’s fault!” You snapped defensively, once again mentally face palming. THINK before speaking. 

“I mean it’s...it’s nobody’s fault, right? I mean, maybe the road people? Or, drunk hicks? Certainly no one here in this vicinity though, I mean obviously,” Nope, still couldn’t stop talking. 

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, looking from you to Barba, who was staring at the pavement silently. She started to say something, but realized she had no concrete evidence to start throwing accusations. 

“She’s right Liv, it was just a stupid accident,” Fin chimed in, patting Olivia’s shoulder. 

“Do you at least have AAA?” Olivia asked you, still suspicious of the sudden turn of events.

“Oh yeah, I’ve...I’ve never used it before though,” You dug into your wallet and pulled out a worn out AAA card. Olivia took it and started dialing the number into her phone. 

You took this moment to start your mission, despite the fact that your plan was quickly running off the rails.

“Can we…?” You motioned sideways, Barba nodded and moved to the side with you. 

“Look, Y/N. The whole dance thing it was, cute. Flattering.”

“Flattering?” you scoffed. Seriously?

“But, I mean you know we’re in front of the whole squad, and we’re working,” His words cut you like knives. Was he actually implying that whole was embarrassing?

“ ..And I just don’t think--”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Olivia’s booming voice snapped you both out of the conversation. 

“Yeah, well-- thanks a lot,” she scoffed, tossing your card as she hung up the phone.

“Hey I might--” you walked back over to her, her red hot eyes meeting yours. 

“You don’t have AAA out here,” she spoke directly to you, the annoyance of her voice turning to anger.

“W-What do you mean they don’t--”

“I mean, Y/N-- your AAA card is for NEW YORK, and we’re still in CONNECTICUT,” 

“Liv seriously will you knock it off? Leave her alone, she didn’t know,” Barba finally spoke up in defense of you, putting space between you and Olivia. 

“I’m...I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it’s not your fault,” she apologized, not knowing it was indeed your fault. 

“What am I gonna tell Lucy? We’re going to be stuck here until morning,” She sighed. 

“Morning?” Amanda exclaimed angrily. “What about my Jesse?” 

“I’m sure Lucy will watch her at my place with Noah, Amanda. I’ll call her right now,” Olivia assured her, the two of them walking off to the side.

You started running your hands through your hair and pacing like mad, trying not to hyperventilate. This wasn’t supposed to happen!! This was supposed to be a MINOR inconvenience, not a crisis! WHY did you listen to your BFF? 

“Hey, are you ok?” Barba came up behind you and put both hands on your shoulders. 

“Come on Y/N you know that’s not what I--” he protested but you wouldn’t hear it.

“Why do you care all of a sudden? Didn’t I embarrass you in front of your colleagues?” You snapped your head around, glaring at him.

“Can we please just forget it, PLEASE? I am already getting my karmic ass kicked, I don’t need you lecturing me on top of it,” You started walking towards the door of the bar. 

“What? I’m not lecturing you I don’t--” He trailed behind you.

“EXACTLY,” You spun back around, planting your feet as you stared directly into his eyes. He stopped suddenly almost on top of you, surprised by your sudden stop; his puppy dog eyes were begging you to forgive him. 

“Exactly. You don’t want to, I get it counselor. I get it. I should have never--” you feigned tears welling up in your throat.

“Carino--” he went for your hand. 

“Don’t. Just-- I’m sorry. For all of this,” You snapped your hand back and ran back inside the bar, noticing Barba following right behind you. Your fake tear filled face now slid into a sly smirk. 

You were getting this moment come hell or high water now. 

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Stark Contrasts: Chapter Two

Author’s Note: Hey guys, an anon asked for angst, so I gave them a bunch of drama with this chapter. Though I personally wouldn’t classify this as angst, im gonna tag it that way. I think angst is more like a story with a depressing tone, but this is more so dramatic if anything.  But don’t worry I sprinkled in a bit of fluff and some smut to lighten it up a bit. This is a sequel to Stark Contrasts, which I recommend reading first in order to get a background of what led to this chapter. Caution, I used google translate, to add in some French. If any French readers find it offensive or wrong, let me know so I can take it out or edit it. I really hope you enjoy reading this chapter, it took me over a week to write due to writer’s block, but I am pretty happy with the outcome. Once again PLEASE DON’T REPOST MY WORK! 

Summary: Edward Stark realizes the errors of his ways towards the reader, and tries to woo her in order to save their relationship.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, cheating, age gap, daddy kink, etc. 

Song: From Eden by Hozier for the first half, and Run by Hozier for the second. 

Word Count: 11.2k.

Parts: one | two | three | four | five

Chapter Title: Daddy Issues. 

So much had changed since your night with Tony. For one, the entire dynamics of your relationship. Long gone were the unsure lovers with unresolved sexual tension. You two were more confident in your affections now, and this made you reach a new level of comfort within each other and within yourselves. Through the eyes of a stranger, the description would be that of an old—in love, married couple. 

Though he was much older, you were the more mature one. Tony enjoyed doing things just to annoy you. He found your irritation both adorable and sexy. You would get so pouty, and your voice would go up at least three octaves. If he really did his job right, you would end up banging your small fists against his chest, which he thought was the cutest shit in the world. He took pleasure in poking the sides of your stomach, when you were performing tasks that took your attention away from him. “Kitten,” he’d whine when you were entranced in a book, “put that down, and come and play with me.” Then he would lay his head in your lap and talk about absolutely nothing until you noticed him. He only ever drew the line in his endeavors when you were studying. He preferred his head attached to his neck, rather than rolling on the ground. 

Besides always trying to piss you off, he religiously spoiled you rotten. That extravagant lace pale blue body con dress that you saw in your favorite shop? Better believe you’d find it on your bed the next day after Edward left for work and you were getting ready for classes. He would place expensive Cartier bracelets around your breakfast muffins, and bvlgari necklaces around the necks of gifted stuffed animals. He loved buying you luxurious gifts, ranging from earrings to bags. But besides your pleading for him to stop, he knew you struggled to find ways to hide it. If he happened to notice it, explaining to Edward where you got the money to pay for diamond encrusted rings would prove difficult. You were only able to wear your shiny new gifts when you were out with Tony; he found other ways to spoil you however. There were many days, where you had nothing planned, and he’d surprise you with a day at the spa, or a night on the sky in his private helicopter. If it had been up to him, everyone in the world would know you were his, but he just couldn’t risk being seen with you. Because of this fact, he had to become creative with the ways he treated you. From the rooftop dates in secluded towns to the lavish wine tastings alone in Napa, you had experienced more with Tony than you had in your entire life. When he could arrange bullshit business events for Edward to attend, he gave you bullshit reasons to fly with him to Paris, Italy, Greece, and everywhere in between. While Edward had his trips, the two of you had your own. 

Of course you always felt it was too much when he would do all of this. However, no matter how much you begged him to stop spending money on you, he never listened; it was like second nature for him to give you the world and more. He felt it necessary for someone he believed created the moon and stars. 

Most who knew him closely thought he was an asshole. He would often over-talk, dismiss, and challenge others. They always pinpointed on his shortcomings, forgetting that he was a good man in the process. He was a genius billionaire philanthropist, for fuck-sake, who many a time sacrificed his own desires for the wellbeing of others. This is why he always felt guilty. The one thing he kept to himself, the one thing he was not willing to give up, was you, even though you belonged to someone else. 

He just wouldn’t give you up though. Tony adored you. When the rest of the world felt like pollution in his lungs, you were his breath of fresh air. He was intoxicated by you. Enamored in your existence. He saw you as perfect which he knew was impossible in a world full of imperfections. 

He became obsessed with your hair, curious as to how it could defy gravity some days, then dance on your shoulders the next. He needed to know the secret on why the sun resided in your skin, giving it a mahogany glow, with golden undertones.  Your soft full lips, coffee-colored with a tint of pink, were his eternal bliss. It didn’t matter if you smelled of his sex the morning after or if your tired eyes were baggy from a night of studying, he knew you were the most beautiful person he laid eyes on. It was just as simple as that.

Tony wasn’t the only one to change. One could argue you became more bold. Where he showed his love through gifts and adoration, you showed yours through care and touch. “Tony, you’re working too hard. Come to bed now," you’d urge when you’d find him in his study hunched over a stack of papers at his desk. If he had too much on his hands, you would happily take over to help him get done sooner. You were surprisingly stubborn, and would stand firm in your attempts to get him to take care of himself. Though Tony loved annoying you, he hated when you were worried. If he was sick, you’d drop everything to tend to his needs. Whether it was making homemade soup, or driving halfway across town to get a specific type of medicine; you would do it for him no hesitation. It got the point that whenever he wasn’t feeling well, he tried to hide it. In a way being ill made him feel insecure and old. You couldn’t give a shit about those silly worries of his though, because if he needed to be taken care of, that’s what would happen. When nameless idiots over the internet spoke bad on his name, you were the first to draw your sword to defend him. You could never tell him that, but the screen name Tonysbitch99 wasn’t really fooling anyone; how could it when the anonymous face behind the name would say exactly what you would? To you, your love felt minuscule in comparison to his. It’s the reason you hated when he spoiled you. Tony however, appreciated your gestures, and felt that he was the one that was lacking. In reality your love language complemented each other perfectly. His love for you was loud and vocal, whereas yours moved silently. He needed you to ground him, while you needed him to drown out any shadow of a doubt that his actions were genuine. Besides, what could you possibly do for a man that had everything in the world?

Among other things that were now different was the constant sex. You two fucked like rabbits. He once cleared out an entire store just so he could fuck you in your dressing room. Your favorite times were when he didn’t clear the store at all. “Daddy, someone might hear us” you’d moan into his skin while he thrusted into you against a wall. “I want them to.” He would counter, before picking up the pace to build your reaction. On the way home from dining out, you would often ride him in the backseat of his car, the two of you clawing at each others skin desperate to get closer. When you just couldn’t wait to get home from your outings, he would start fingering you underneath the restaurant table while whispering sweet-nothings into your ear; this usually resulted into you getting dragged to the nearest bathroom stall. On nights where Edward was home, he would come up with any excuse to get you alone so he could bury himself into you. The two of you were playing a dangerous game, but Tony was an addict and he didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. 

Perhaps the person to change the most though, was Edward. Whether it was because he learned to work hard for the things he desired in life, or the fact that said things could be taken away from him in an instant, he was changing. Most importantly, he saw that you were changing. Tony and you may have thought him to be a self-absorbed idiot, but he saw the fading love marks that littered your neck. He saw the expensive shopping bags filled with shoes and high-end lace, carefully tucked away in your shared closet as if it was meant to be hidden. The new housekeeper bought your hand-stitched lingerie in with the laundry, smiling to him relishing in how lucky he was. But you didn’t wear that for him. He saw the way you bounced around without a care in the world, even though he had not done right by you for the entirety of your relationship. Who was all of this for? Whose texts were you chuckling at while you laid in bed so late at night? Whose scent was embedded in your bedroom sheets? Whose hickeys bruised the surface of your skin? Who was all of this for? 

It was true that he was somewhat of a different man now. Edward in the past would have accused you of being the biggest slut in the world. This Edward however, knew that he had no room for anger. He had absolutely no room for judgement. He had cheated on you since the genesis of it all. That didn’t change the fact that he loved you. He meant it when he said you were his forever girl, and that you were the best thing to ever happen to him. How could he be so foolish and let you give his love away?

“Dad,” he started, looking up to observe the older man. He and Tony were currently sitting opposite in their breakfast nook. Tony with his legs folded, newspaper in hand, orange juice in the other, hadn’t even looked up to acknowledge him. All that could be heard was a barely audible “Hmm?” 

“I think maybe I need some time off from the company” He stated.

Expecting his father to just be okay with that, he was slightly taken aback when Tony replied, “Why is that?” briefly meeting his eyes before returning to the words on his paper. 

“Well, its actually about Y/N” at this, he had his full attention. 

“What’s wrong with Y/N? Is she sick?” Slight panic dripping in his words.

“Well no but…” he began, trying to find the words to say. 

“But what Edward? Use your words, kid!” He demanded, tone a few notes away from a shout. He saw the surprise in his son’s face, so he straightened himself and said “Sorry. It's just you know how close we are. She’s my best friend.” He wanted to say you were his girlfriend, but best friend reigned true as well. 

“Well,” Edward began again “Our relationship is in shambles. I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on me and I don’t want to lose her. She might be the only woman who’s gonna put up with my shit. And I know she’s genuine because she doesn’t ask for my money. I feel like if I’m here more, I have a chance of rekindling our connection” Edward stated, confiding in his father, hoping to find some sense of relief. He hadn’t realized how hurt he was. Is this how he made you feel? Tony almost felt guilty. But protectiveness over you soon clouded his sense of remorse. Who was he to try and take you away from him? 

He examined his son. The younger boy looked like he hit copy paste on his mother’s genes. They shared the same facial features, down to her high cheek bones, only Edward had raven black hair and dark brown eyes. He was more compared to Robert Pattinson than he was to his own father, even though he looked nothing like either of them. Man, genes were a funny thing. 

Tony thought about his words. It was true that you were humble and any other woman with an ounce of self-respect would have hit the door running the minute they found out how sleazy Edward had been. You almost did, until you met his father.

He put down his newspaper, turned to Edward and took in a sharp breath before saying, “She is taken care of, so you have nothing to worry about. There isn’t any unknown man coming in from off the street sniffing around your woman.” Tony chose his words carefully. They were cautiously crafted so that he technically told the truth. He was many things, but he hated to be called a liar. 

He read the uncertainty in Edward’s face, then continued his case. “In all honesty, Ed, you know I need you at your desk. You wanted this, are you really gonna let your insecurities get in the way of that? If so, maybe I should find someone better to take your—” 

Quickly interrupting his rambles, “No dad, listen. I don’t want to give up my seat. I’ll just have to find some other way to solve our issues.” 

“Exactly what issues do you have?” Tony pressed, eyebrows knitting together. 

“Don’t ask me how I know, but she’s cheating on me. I’m sure of it.” He confirmed, staring blankly into his father’s eyes. What does know? Tony thought to himself. Does he know it’s me? “Besides why are you getting so defensive?” Edward challenged. “It almost sounds as if you’re mad.”

“It’s just I know what kind of girl she is.” He defended, throwing his hands up and sitting back in his seat a bit. “She wouldn’t cheat on the man she loves. And I’m sure she cares about what you think.” Taking in his words after a moment, Edward chuckled to himself. His dad was right, you had to care about him. Why else would you still be here despite how much he had put you through. 

“Thanks dad. I think I was worried about nothing for a second there.” In the back of his mind, he still knew you were sleeping around, but now he was certain that it was all done as a cry for help. You just wanted his attention. He felt silly. He smiled to himself, then to his father. Tony returned a weak smile; the rest of his face couldn’t fake the empty sentiment. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, you came in to distract them. You came bounding down the staircase on your way to make some breakfast before your trek to school. Both of the men instantly averted their attention away from each other, to instead lay it onto you. 

It was a cool fall day, so you were wearing a cropped white turtleneck that you paired with a pleated floral skirt. Long tan thigh high boots hugged your brown legs in just the right way, and you wore a simple (but expensive) necklace that Tony purchased for you. You used to care, but now you thought nothing of it since you knew Edward never paid any attention to you. Today happened to be one of those days that you were wrong. While Edward silently fumed over your choice of jewelry, Tony thought of new ways to violate you. With your consent, of course. 

Focused on the iPad in your hands, you failed to notice anyone else in the room until you heard the creak of a wooden chair. Looking up from your device, you were greeted by the men of the house eyeing you meticulously. “Oh sorry. Good morning” you smile, shy from the sudden attention.

“Good morning sweetheart” “–Morning babe.” Tony and Edward say simultaneously, surprising each other, and surprising you. As they say it,  their necks snap towards each other for just a second and their expressions match; furrowed brows and clenched jaws. Your eyes widen for a second before you continue on with your business. 

Before swallowing the awkward silence, Tony begins, “You’re down here pretty early. Do you have something important to do?” 

“I don’t have anything planned, I just wanted to wake up early to get some things done before class.” You returned, searching the cupboards.  

Upon hearing your plans to do nothing, Edward sparked up an idea. He cleared his throat, and rose from his seat to hesitantly trudge over to you. At the moment, you were standing on your toes trying to reach your favorite coffee mug in the top of the cupboard. Tony always placed it there to watch you struggle, just like he was doing right now. While taking pleasure in how cute you looked bouncing up and down, he hadn’t noticed Edward leave from his seat until he blocked his view. He shadowed your form to place a hand over yours bringing down your mug. Slightly startled, by his touch, you dropped it. It fell into his hand before it could shatter on the floor. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He chortled, turning his lips into his famous sexy grin. It did nothing but repulse you. 

“Its fine.” As you take your mug and turn away from him to pour your coffee, Edward wraps his hands around your hips to turn your body towards him. You were now facing Tony, but even if you weren’t you would be able to sense the daggers he was throwing into Edward’s back. His orange juice glass was on the verge of shattering, and the wood on the table threatened to splinter his fingers, from the grip he had on it. He wasn’t supposed to touch you. 

“So I was thinking” Edward began, dragging his thoughts out. “Since you don’t have any plans, I’m taking you out tonight.” You mentally cursed yourself for going into detail about your day in front of him. Mouth agape in utter disgust, you were at a loss for words. Tony could think of a few he wanted to say; however, but he stayed silent. Edward took your silence as surprise. In his eyes, you were happy to finally be spending some time with him. Everyone just stared at each other. Edward at you, you at Edward, and Tony back and forth between the both of you. “I can tell you’re happy.” His hands began to roam up and down your sides as he spoke. He drew a line up your spine, and pressed his lips to your ear before whispering, “Make sure to wear something sexy—”

“Edward sweetie, as the boss, don’t you think you should be at work bright and early.” Tony advised. Saving both you, and Edward. He worked very hard to ensure his words didn’t fall through gritted teeth.

Without taking his eyes off of you, Edward rolled them and smirked at you, as if you too were frustrated with Tony for cock-blocking. He quickly pecked your lips and went to grab his workbag. Your eyes followed his movement about the room. Just before exiting the house, he turned back to you to say “Be ready at seven” and then he turned the knob to leave.  

You, Tony, and silence were all alone together. You didn’t dare look at him, but the side of your face was burning from the glare he had on it. Acting as if nothing happened, you turn back around to prepare your day.  

Still staring in your direction, it was now Tony’s turn to get up. He leaped from his seat to take long strides towards you. He stopped just short of where you were standing, waiting for you to acknowledge him. You tried to busy your hands with your current task, cracking eggs into a bowl, waiting for him to break the silence; he was waiting for you to do the same. The sound of egg yolks hitting the surface of the bowl, followed by the stirring of a whisk were the only noises to be heard in the kitchen. 

“Yes, my love?” You ask after a few moments, the quiet becoming too unbearable. 

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” He replied, eyes boring into the side of your head. 

“Tony what are you talking about. I’m busy.” You sigh, growing annoyed. 

“Well fine, if you won’t look me in the eyes, can you at least answer me this? What. The Fuck. Was That?” He asked, soaking his words in drama. He placed his hand flat onto the counter awaiting an answer.

“I honestly don’t know.” You answer truthfully, still whisking your eggs. 

“Well did you two make up?” Tony pressed.

“No, I guess—”

“Well then why did he kiss you?”

“Tony, I don’t know wh—”

“Well then why don’t you know?”

“Could you let me finish!” You shouted before giving him your undivided attention. Your outburst both surprised and shut him up. “I don’t know why he kissed me. I don’t know why he asked me out on a date. We did not make up, because as usual we don’t say a word to each other. Fucking hell, this has been the first time in a year since we’ve been in the same room for longer than a minute, besides when we’re asleep.” You end your rant with this “All that I know is this, I don’t care. I’m not going on that date because I would rather spend the night with you. To be completely frank, I think I’d rather spend the night in a closet with murderous clowns, than go on a date with your shitty son.” With that, you walk away to aggressively click on the stove to begin cooking your breakfast. 

“Well,” Tony began, only slightly taken aback. “I know he’s shitty, but you didn’t have to say it. He is still my son, so I’m the only one who reserves the right to call him a shitty.” He chuckled, leaning opposite to you against the counter, looking down to observe your actions. 

“And to that I say, when you do a piss-poor job at raising a man to respect women, then anyone reserves the right to call them shitty.” You comment, meeting his eyes with a small smile before turning back to your  cooking. 

Tony smirked at your remark. “Blame his mom, because I’m a total feminist.” He grasped your chin to turn it towards him, bringing his face down to kiss yours before abruptly stopping. He took a paper towel from the bar, and began wiping your lips, earning a glare from you, that soon turned into a fit of laughter. His smirk only grew wider at his successful attempt to diminish your anger. 

“You make me sick.” You roared, calming down from your fit, before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss. When you were ready to let go, Tony wasn’t. Ignoring his needy looks, you turned back around to your task at hand. Like that, the mood changed from light-hearted, to serious in an instant. Unsatisfied, Tony moved from his spot at the counter to wrap his arms around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“You know I could get used to you yelling at me. It really turns me on” he said, rocking from side to side which made you sway in his arms. 

“Babe.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, rubbing a finger down your spine the same way Edward did earlier, only this time instead of chills and shivers, you felt warm tingles. 

Not now.” You warned, already knowing where this was going. He pushed a bang behind your ear to admire your neck.

“Why not. Can’t you skip school for just one day?” Tony responds, fanning his lips over your ear.

“ No. No I cannot.” You reply, trying to overlook the kisses he planted against your neckline, and the traveling hands against your curves. 

“Then just be a little late.” He said, palming your chest, taking his time to massage the fleshy mounds. You lose your composure as he brings a hand down your sternum to dip underneath your skirt. You both groaned, him at how wet you were, and you at how good his hands felt. “Besides I know you wanna stay a little longer.” His voice was shaky and husky, and he was about to snap, which made your knees like jelly. 

“Tony, please.” You were going for stern, but your demands came out in labored pants. You felt his hardened member pressed against your ass and back, and you knew if you didn’t stop him now, there was no way you were leaving the house any time soon. You unfastened his hands from your waist, and pushed him away from you before continuing your cooking. You cleared your throat to say “Maybe later.”

Seemingly defeated, Tony started with a sigh “Fine. No more teasing. But I’m hungry.” 

“I have time to make you some French toast or pancakes.” You respond, placing your cooked breakfast on a plate and turning the stove off. 

“I think I’ll have you instead.” He says, before planting one more kiss beneath your ear.

“No thanks love.” You chuckle. 

“I wasn’t asking,” he retorted, before hoisting you up by your knees and placing you on the island away from the stove. You laugh in the process, knowing that this was inevitable. Upon sitting you down, his lips were on yours in an instant. Hurried sloppy kisses, covered your mouth and jaw as he explored your body with his fingers. As he traced his the index along your collarbone he realized he found new things to worship every time. His lips were hot and wet on your skin, both burning and soothing everything in their path. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, he brushed passed your shoulder  to push everything that was on the kitchen-top’s surface to the ground. 

“You’re cleaning that up this time.” You exhaled, before grabbing his face to bite his bottom lip, something you knew drove him crazy. 

“Fuck it princess, it’s worth it.” He groaned, before roughly pushing you down, while being careful enough to not injure your head. He reached up your thighs and under your skirt, to pull your panties down your legs and over your boots. 

“Let me take these off” you suggest, lifting the band to your shoes, but he raised his hand up to stop you, eyeing you through his tousled brown locks. 

“I like them on.” He pressed a gentle kiss against your exposed skin, before saying “I’m keeping these by the way.” in reference to your lacy black underwear, before stuffing them in his back pocket. He bent down to pepper love-marks along each leg before lifting your skirt to place a soft kiss against your entrance. There was no time for him to be a tease, so he quickly dived his tongue between your folds, and he began writing his full name into your lips. The name Anthony Edward Stark felt both long and short, as it was being etched into your core. Shocks of what felt like electricity rippled through your spine, as your pussy purred to his beckoning. You were a fucking mess. He let a string of spit fall from his lips and onto yours, before flattening his tongue to gather the mixture, slurping and suckling in the process . Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head, until Tony pinched your clit. This became his favorite signal for you to give him your attention, the jolt always conflicted your pain and pleasure receptors. You loved and hated eye contact. That feeling of vulnerability sent your mind into a frenzy. But Tony refused to let you look away; he was obsessed with the way your face looked when you came undone. He began making the lewdest sounds against your cunt, tonguing it in the same way he’d do your mouth. You made a mess of his face. Your juices were dripping down your folds and in between your cheeks; what his tongue didn’t catch spilled onto the island. With his face buried in your box, his nose would lightly brush your clit, sending you straight into ecstasy. 

You slightly squeezed around his head, only to have him pry your legs open. His tongue fucked your hole, making you clench around it.  You were already so close, but Tony wanted this to last—that way, you’d be bursting at the seems by the time he was finished with you. “Someone wants to be fucked senseless, doesn’t she?” He asked as he raised up, licking his lips. Smirking down at you, he lifted your sweater up to your chin, in order reveal your happy breasts. He then pulled your bra under them to get a full view of the spread.  

Dragging you closer to the edge, he massaged his fingers into your pussy, running them through your lips, while watching you squirm underneath his touch. He placed a hand between your thigh, kneading the immediate area with his thumb. He was enjoying the view, but knew that he only had a few minutes left; so, he pulled his pants down, coated his length with the hand he previously used to massage you with, and sunk into you no warning. 

You took in a sharp breath, tears welling in your eyes and chest rising and falling. As many times as you had been with him, you still weren’t used to his size. “Shit, kitten. I’m sorry, I thought you were ready for me” he swore, grunting at the feel of you. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, he wouldn’t move until you said it was okay. 

When the pain subsided pleasure quickly took over. You looked him in his eyes to say “Please wreck me baby.” He crooked his neck to look at you sideways for a second as if to ask ‘are you sure?’, dick twitching inside of it. You were more than sure. Then, before you were able to comprehend he snapped his hips forward, drilling into you at a brutal pace. Your moans and pants turned into screams, and you braced your hands against his abs. He grabbed your wrists to steady himself, so that he could thrust deeper into you. He loved this shit. The way your chest bounced. Your broken moans and cries. Even the expressions you wore, were enough to spur him on. 

“I can do this all day!” He growled, relentlessly hammering into you. He thought your tight little cunt was euphoria. At this point you felt like he was in your stomach, threatening to go further. You felt your dam about to break once more, but he was a step ahead of you. 

He sat you up and pulled you off the counter, quickly turning you around, ridding you of your orgasm again. Frustrated, you wiggled your ass, and pressed it against him, desperate for his touch. This earned you a harsh slap against the cheek. “Don’t play that game with me, unless you don’t wanna walk for a week” he warned before digging his nails into your skin. Within a second after that, his cock vanished behind your walls, instantly hitting your g-spot. You yelped throwing your hands back to cushion the slaps between his thighs and your own. Tony grabbed them, and like before,  used them to pull you back onto him. “No, no princess. Take all of me baby. I want you to feel it all.” He growled, slamming his frustrations into you. The cabinet doors below you were shaking from the impact of your thighs. Your nipples, slid across the cool countertops as Tony stroked in and out you. You laid your head down on the counter, strength leaving you as he rocked you back and forth.

To reach a better angle, he grabbed one of your knees, lifting it to lay beside your hip against the counter. He then leaned over, so that your back was against his chest. “This pussy is mine, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You whimper. 

“I’m sorry what was that?” He challenges, grabbing a fistful of curls to yank, lifting you both back up.

“I said yes daddy” you shout, approaching your orgasm once more. 

Tony roughly grabs your chin to turn it towards him, pressing his forehead against yours. “I can tell you’re close princess. I can feel you getting tighter around me. But good girls always ask before they cum. Beg for it.” He whispered. 

You knew he wasn’t joking, but you wore your worried expression on your face. “Don’t be shy kitten. It’s just you and me.” He assured, lightly kissing your lips as he spoke. 

“Please let me cum Tony.” 

“Do you think you deserve to?” He questioned, suddenly ticked off from Edward’s bold gestures earlier. His lips ghosted over yours and he began slowing his moments, to really pound himself into your core. “You’re a filthy little slut for letting another man touch you.” On any other occasion, his words would have pissed you off, but in this moment they just made you wetter. 

“I only want you to touch me daddy, I’m sorry” You whine, throwing your ass back onto his cock, determined to take your orgasm, but wary of the consequences if you do. 

He gripped your neck with one hand, and grabbed a tit with the other. He fondled and massaged the breast, while applying pressure with the hand on your neck. He places his face to the side of yours, chin hairs tickling your cheek.“Do you promise to never let that happen again? Hmm?’” He presses, squeezing your breast and tweaking your nipple. All of this was happening while he was continuing his movements in and out of you.

“I promise baby, please just let me cum.” You screamed. You were losing your composure, and your vision was becoming blurry from tears. He had denied you one too many times, and you didn’t know if you could hang on any longer. You were pleading with him at this point. 

“Cum” was all he said, as you coated his dick in your juices. Tony followed you not a second after, shooting his load up, feeling it come oozing down his member. He bit into your shoulder-blade to suppress his moans. You however lets yours come out in an almost embarrassing shriek. You had no shame though, Tony had brung you out of your shell many, many orgasms ago. 

Now a sweaty mess, he unsheathed himself, and leaned down to place a kiss on your back before readjusting your sweater and skirt. He then turned to readjust himself. 

“I know you’re gonna hate what I am about to say,” he warned, buckling his belt and bracing himself for your reaction, “but you should go on the date.”

“What, why?” You questioned, turning to face him, confused by his suggestion. Was he tired of this? Was he tired of you?

“I just don’t want this to end. So…to not raise any suspicion, you should go out, and have fun.” He stated before averting his gaze. He clearly didn’t want you to, but he knew you needed to. 

“Tony I’m not going.” You stated, fixing your hair and walking away to collect your items for school. “He didn’t even ask me, he told me. So I don’t want to do this.” You pout. 

Trailing behind you slowly, he asked this question “So if he had asked you, would you have been more willing to go.” You were kneeling down to adjust the straps on your school bag at the moment, but you stopped to survey him. His hands were buried in his pockets, and his shoulders were squared. He wasn’t the usual sure of himself cocky man you’d come to know, for a minute he seemed insecure. 

“Tony, I wouldn’t want to go period.” You confirmed, raising up to stand at his level. You unplanted his hands from his pockets, and clasped them to your own, stroking his knuckles. 

“Sweetheart,” he started. He let go of your hands to so that he could cup your cheeks. “I think you have to baby.”

“Ugh.” You loudly scoffed, letting his hands go to walk back into the kitchen and grab your breakfast. Your eggs were cold now, so you searched for an apple and a granola bar instead,  as Tony continued his case. 

“Listen, Edward knows about us. Well, not us specifically, but he knows you’re with someone. Without him, there is relatively no reason for us to continue…us. It would look bad if we still remained close with each other if your relationship with him ended.”

“Tony I’ve been living here for over a year now. I think it would be even weirder if I just cut off ties with you completely” you sneered, violently flinging the refrigerator door open in search for the string cheese. Tony mirrored your movements, and slammed the door back. 

“Sweetpea, could you just think about it.” He pleaded, while talking with his hands and peering down at you with his chocolate orbs. Butterflies started to flutter in your stomach, at the new pet name he assigned you. He always tried out different ones for different situations, and this one just happened to fit this one. “We always knew this was a difficult relationship. Even if you guys ended on good terms, dating me right after would not be the greatest idea. At least if you’re with Eddy, we have more time to figure things out. Please.” 

Contemplating his words, you knew he was right. But that didn’t change the fact that you hated it.  “Fine. I’ll go on this stupid ass date.” As you said it, the word date was laced in venom, venom that you wished to reserve for Edward’s veins. “How are you okay with all of this though? Whats your secret?”

He thought about it for a moment, and then replied, “I’m not” before pursing his lips and looking down at his feet.  Weirdly enough, you needed to hear that. Knowing that you both were going through this dread together oddly made you feel better. You grabbed his chin to lean in for a passionate kiss. Your taste from earlier still lingered on his tongue. 

“Everything is going to be fine.”  You assured, gazing up at him. 

“Ya, I know.” He smiled, before looking down at his watch. “Well not everything, because you’re late for class again.”

“Shit!” You screeched. He watched as you sprinted through the door after scrambling to grab your stuff, all before he could even blink. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He said to himself, as he waved at your fleeting car. 

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“How does this one look?”

“No. No. No. That slit is entirely too high!”

“Tony, it’s literally below the knee. And you’re the one that chose it!”

“Too much skin. Next.”

“Yea well he has seen me naked before so.” You mumbled. 

“What was that? Yea maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. You were  right kid, take it off and we’ll come up with an excuse as to why you couldn’t go.” He was worried. He became worried after the first dress. Though he would never admit it, you knew when he was upset. He would place his glasses on his face and get to talking faster than normal. 

“Baby, like I said earlier, everything is going to be fine. Trust me.” You assured, as you went to get changed into the 7th dress of the night. 7:00 o’clock was approaching faster than normal. You had been home for a few hours now, so you and Tony mentally prepared yourself. He drew you both a hot bubble bath to calm your nerves, but it didn’t do much for them.  As the time got closer, it got harder to convince each other, that this was fine. At the moment, it was your turn to persuade Tony.

You came back into the room, in a flirty fit and flare dress. Though the dress was less than a foot away from your ankles, it hugged your curves perfectly. “Hell no. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He shouted. He had crossed and uncrossed his legs so many times at this point, you thought he’d pull a muscle. He got up to pace the room. You had never seen him worry this much. 

You met him from across the room, skipping to stand behind him. As you hugged his back, you stood on your tippy toes to press your chin on his shoulder. “Honey,” you cooed, “it might help if you told me exactly what you were afraid of.”

“I’m a grown ass man Y/N, there isn’t much that I’m afraid of.” He retorted. 

Aware of the sudden attitude, you reply “Fine, maybe afraid is the wrong word. Let’s say nervous. What’s got you so anxious?”

He placed his hands on top of yours  before sighing, “I don’t want him to steal your heart. But I also don’t want my son to be hurt. I really don’t want to lose you, but I also feel like I am being selfish towards you both.” He turned around after making his last point, entangling your fingers together. “Most of all, I don’t wanna lose you.” 

You placed your head on his chest and chuckled, the gesture sending small vibrations through him.“You said ‘I don’t wanna lose you’ like three times already.”

“Well I don’t. And you know what, who gives a fuck about me being selfish. I am that way when it comes to you. And don’t I get to be?” He asked the question more to himself than to you. 

“Yes pumpkin.”

“I know. I mean, I’ve failed him as a parent you know? If he doesn’t have the decency to appreciate someone as wonderful as you, then I have failed him. I don’t know what to do. I usually do, but I just don’t this time.” You had never seen Tony be so vulnerable before. Over the past year, he had seen you in so many compromising situations that would have made any other man run straight for the heels. But you seldom saw him in those same compromising situations. This was new, and while you always liked new, this was scary. You feared, that he saw an end to this before you could. 

“It is going to be okay.” That was all you could say. He sighed, and placed a kiss against your forehead before speaking. 

“Y/N,  I’ve been wanting to tell you,—”

“Dad! Y/N!” You heard Edward yell. You two quickly removed yourself from each other, just before he could make the room. You ran back into your bathroom to slip into another gown. When Edward came in, he was surprised to find his father in his room. “I was looking for you, but I didn’t expect to find you in here.” He began changing out of his work clothes, to freshen up. 

“Well yea, she asked me to help her pick a dress.”

“I hope you helped me out here. I am trying to get laid tonight.” He admitted, winking at his dad. Tony just stared at him blankly. Taking his expression as disapproval for his choice of word, he awkwardly laughed, “Oh come on dad, don’t get stiff on me now, you know you taught me everything I know.” He began changing into his date attire, before realizing something was missing. He went to look in your shared bathroom. 

Attempting to walk in, the door was immediately slammed back into his face. He was embarrassed that it happened in front of Tony, who was currently chuckling on your bedroom couch. Regaining his cool, he knocked on the door. “Babe, I need to get in for a sec.”

“I’m in here.” You replied, with short words and short tones. 

“Yea babe, I know you’re in there, the thing is I need to be in there too.” He was annoyed, but you were already pissed about going out with him. Especially since he interrupted his dad from earlier. What was he gonna say? You thought. 

“Well you’re gonna have to fucking wait Edward.”

“Listen, if this is about your dress, I’m gonna be happy with whatever you put on for me okay?” He assured. 

“No, Edward. This is about me not wanting you to see me naked.” You corrected. “Now you could either wait, or forget about the entire date.”

“Well, I guess that means you’re not getting laid tonight.” Tony teased, fighting the shit-eating grin, that threatened to plaster his face. It got harder when Edward looked at him with the biggest death-glare .

Why does the bastard seem happy about that? he thought to himself. “Whatever. There’s always next time.” He stated matter-of-factly, not noticing the joy that left his father’s eyes. “Do you have any cologne that I can borrow?” He was still annoyed but it was fleeting. You two were not going to ruin his night. He would have you by the end of it. 

“Uh, yea I left it in the downstairs bathroom, follow me.” Edward found it hard to read Tony at the moment. As mentioned before, the older man rarely lost his composure. Those closest to him, knew his ticks, but by no means were Tony and Edward close. Father and son, maybe, but they would never be friends. Edward always took to his mother, listening to the poison she spewed in his ears from the time he was old enough to understand. To him, Tony was a terrifying, self-entitled, know-it-all, who never granted mercy tho anyone, even those he loved.  

Up until recently, he saw that that wasn’t true, or if it had been it was in the past now. As he followed him down the staircase, they reached the bathroom where the cologne resided. Tony, trying to play nice, handed Edward a tiny glass bottle. The bottle itself probably cost over a thousand dollars, what did that say about the tawny brown liquid inside. “Thanks man.” Was all he said, as he carelessly took it. 

“Hey, you be careful with that! It cost more than your entire outfit.” 

He spritzed the liquid onto his collar and wrists before speaking “This smells really good. What is this again? I feel like I’ve smelled this before.”

“Forget about the damn cologne Edward. We need to talk about Y/N.” His demeanor turned serious, as he addressed you. 

“What is there to talk about?” He questioned, tousling with his hair in the mirror.

“She’s fragile right now, and I just don’t think you should force yourself onto her.”

“Woah, woah, woah. I’m not a rapist.”

“That’t not what I’m saying at all. The very fact that that’s the first thing your mind jumped to is alarming to say the least. Whatever, anyway, I’m saying that you can be a little aggressive with your approach. She doesn’t appreciate your selfish nature.”

“Selfish? Did she tell you that?” He stopped with his hair and eyed him through the mirror. 

“All that I am saying is that you may win more points with her, if you ask her about what she wants.” Tony didn't even know why he bothered trying to help him. In all honesty, he was just trying to to help you.

“Dad, you just let her call me selfish? I am your son, shouldn’t you care more about what I think?”

“You literally just proved her point. And shouldn’t you want to be more attentive to your girlfriend’s needs?”

“Why are you two so close? Don’t you think that’s a little weird?” He inspected his father skeptically. He turned around to slowly look him up and down before continuing “Whose side are you on?”

Tony stood firm. He made sure to show no sign of weakness. “I’m on her’s.” His eyes burned a hole through Edward, and the younger boy bit back his anger to cower his head away from his father’s menacing look.

“Let’s go, before I change my mind.” They both perked their heads up to look at you standing through the bathroom’s doorway. 

You were wearing a silk mauve spaghetti-string top, paired with pearl colored high-waisted wide-leg dress pants; those were held together by a simple Gucci belt. A chic baggy blazer that matched the pants graced your arms, and three-tier pearl earrings dangled from your lobes. Your perfectly manicured cream colored nails clutched a large white wristlet against your person. You sported a curly shoulder-length bob, and your makeup was done to look natural. On your feet were a pair of costly looking suede heels whose color resembled your top; their points were so sharp they could puncture skin. You looked more ready for a business meeting, than a date. 

“Wow babe” Edward started, eyeing you in detail. “You look great, but I thought you were gonna wear something a bit more comfortable.”

“Well Edward, you said you would be happy with whatever I chose.”

“I mean I am but—”

“You look amazing.” Tony interjected, eyeing you a little too long for Edward’s liking. 

“I mean don’t act so surprised, I am a boss ass bitch” You respond feeling shy all of a sudden. You broke eye contact to bite your bottom lip and examine your feet. How could your stomach still swarm and your face still heat up after all this time. 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Right well, you guys have a date to attend. I hope you have fun” He turned to Edward to adjust his collar, “But not too much fun.” He left it at that for a moment before adding, “Because ya know, I’m too pretty to be a granddad right now.” He patted his chest and turned him so that he could push him out of the door.

He stopped you before you could follow, to say in a hushed tone,  “You look beautiful. Hurry back please.”

“I’ll try. Don’t worry.” You gave him a small smile, before turning to leave. 

He grabbed your hand to whip you around and slam the door. He pressed you against it, hands on either side of your head. 

“Tony what the fuc—”

“Say the word and we can call it off.”

“Honey, at this point it’s too late. He’d know something is up if we did that.”

“Do you think I give a flying fuck what he thinks. Come on just say the word.”

“Tony, I am going. We won’t be long. So don’t worry.” You grabbed his cheeks to peck his lips. 

He released his hands from their spot on the door and reopened it to a confused Edward. “Sorry.” He directed towards him. “It looked like she had a gaping hole in her pant leg. Couldn’t let it ruin your date.” He was always a terrible liar, and as he said it, he watched your retreating movements to the vehicle. 

“Thanks for looking out,” Edward said sarcastically before following your steps. He tried to open it for you, but you ensured that you could open the door yourself in a cold manner.

When you got into the car, you prepped yourself for the long night before you. If you had looked back at Tony’s expression, you may have never left with Eddy. 

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Shit. You thought, as you pulled up to the restaurant. Of course it had to be one that you and Tony frequented a lot. Every time they saw him, they called you both by name. You should have known something was up when the drive took an hour outside the city. 

“Eddy, why don’t we go somewhere else.” You say as you slide down in your seat. “This place looks expensive.”

“I want to try this. I’ll take care of the bill.” He was being short with you now. It was due to the lack of communication during the entire drive. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t get more than two words out of you. You almost felt bad, but that diminished when you saw him shamelessly checking out a girl who was passing by your car. You didn’t even care about it, you were just annoyed that he did it in your presence even though it was his idea to take you out. 

“Fine.” You retort, unbuckling your seatbelt to beat him inside. You felt that if you got in before him, you could warn the staff not to mention Tony, or your being there before. Too bad Edward’s legs were way longer than yours. 

“Slow down, I’m the one who made the reservations.” He ran up to walk beside you. He sensed you sense him checking the other woman out, and took your sudden mood shift as jealousy. “Don’t worry baby, she wasn’t even that pretty.” He snaked an arm around your waist, which made you recoil away. He opened the glass doors for you, and you were immediately embraced with the familiar smell of French cuisine. The ambiance was soft and warm, and the lights were dim as golds and yellows lay in the scenery. Being here without Tony wasn’t the best, but at least you felt somewhat at home.  

As the two of you approached the maître d’s desk, the jolly man lit up at the sight of you. Samuel was the sweetest, and sassiest person you had ever come to know. The fact that he could be both was why you loved him.

“Aww ma cherré! C'est si gentil à vous de nous rejoindre ce soir!” Samuel exclaimed. He was elated to see you since it had been a while. 

“Tu m'as manqué Samuel!” You were happy to see him as well and expressed how much you missed him. 

“You two know each other?” Edward inserted, causing Samuel to focus his attention on him. 

“Well no. I just read his name tag.” You said nervously.

“Qui est-ce?” Samuel asked, trying to figure out who Edward was. He was currently sizing him up. This wasn’t his precious Tony.

“What did he say? I knew I should have gone somewhere, where they speak English” Edward complained. 

Samuel mumbled something about Edward being an entitled prick, which made it hard for you to suppress a smile. “He asked what was the reservation name under.”

“Ahh, it’s under Stark! I am the one who called ahead 3 hours ago!” Edward shouted, like the asshat he was.

“Monsieur, I understand English. I’m from New York.” Samuel stated with an attitude. “However speaking French helps set the tone for this environment. Also, if you yell at a person who you presume to speak a different language, it makes you look like an obnoxious prick.” You couldn’t suppress your smile this time. 

“Is it customary to speak like that to your guests too?” Edward challenged, making both you and Samuel’s smile falter. 

“Non monsieur.” He replied, the confidence from before had left now. 

“Yea I didn’t think so. I would like you and your staff to speak English to me for the rest of the night.” He informed, a menacing smirk playing on his face. “I should see that you take care of those who give you service.” 

“Yes sir. Allow me to lead you to your table.”  You tugged on the cuffs of his jacket to look at him with sorry eyes. “ Ahh Mrs. Y/L/N, will you be taking your usual spot on the roof—”

You looked at him with wide eyes before you said “Monsieur!” You shouted. You guys had stopped, “Could you show me to the restroom! I am sorry I cannot hold my bladder any longer.”

“But you already know—” Samuel you idiot! You thought to yourself. 

“Restroom please!”

“Okay okay, just a minute!” Your outbursts were out of character, so he was just now realizing something was wrong. “You can sit here sir. Right this way ma’am.”

When you two got  out of earshot, that’s when you tackled him with a hug. “I am so sorry he treated you like that.”

“It’s not your fault, my dear. But who is that son-of-a-bitch.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed before saying, “That’s Tony’s son. We are dating.”

“Wait! No what happened with you and Tony!”

“Nothing, we are fine…we just met at the wrong time.” 

“Ahh, does he know that you are dating his son?” You basically just told Samuel that you were dating two people who were blood-related, and he didn’t bat an eye-lash. 

“Of course he knows! Edward doesn’t though, so if it isn’t too much to ask, please tell everyone to act as if they never met me. I would really appreciate it.”

“Anything for my favorite girl! You stupid bitch, I can't believe you didn't tell me all this juicy gossip.” He winked at you before leading you back to your table. 

You sat down in the booth and let your blazer fall from your arms. All of a sudden you felt nervous, but determined to play nice. Edward’s irritation took on a new level, and you forgot that you were supposed to be “rekindling” your relationship. All you had done this entire evening was make it worse. You almost forgot how to talk to him, being alone only made things worse. He was sitting opposite to you, examining his menu. And when he spoke it was cold. 

“I took the liberty to order us some drinks while you were off talking with that server.” So he knew you had lied about the bathroom, yet his eyes hadn’t left his menu. Maybe he was trying to decipher the French, and wasn't really worried about you.

“I don’t drink anymore.” You declared.

“So much has changed about you. Like you speak French now, when did that happen.” His voice was like liquid turned into stone. Hard but smooth at the same time. 

“I took an online class.” You lied. Tony was the one to teach you. “I have an internship in Paris that requires me to learn it.” That part was true though

“Does that internship pay you ahead of time?” He glanced up from his menu to meet your gaze.

“It doesn’t pay me at all.” Your brows furrowed. Where was he going with this? 

“Oh. You know I just thought it did, since you can afford Gucci, and what is that?” He asked referring to your wristlet “That’s a Valentino right? Oh and let’s not forget the Louboutin’s on your feet!” He was losing his cool now. 

“Eddy you’re gonna cause a scene. Lower your voice.” You hiss. 

Fortunately your waitress came over to distract him for a second. “Bonjour, je m'appelle Elise. Je serais heureux de te servir ce soir.” You knew Elise, but you had to act as if you didn’t. You hoped that when she looked away from her notepad, she wouldn’t recognize you.

“English please. I already told your host this.” He was already an ass, but now he was being plain rude. 

The peppy red-head looked up from her notes to examine him. Her doe-like eyes wide in terror that quickly turned into joy upon noticing you. 

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you!” She looked around for a second before looking back to you, “Where is Mr Stark?” You held your breath at the mention of Tony. I guess Samual hadn’t warned Elise yet. 

“I am Mr. Stark.” Edward rudely inserted. You were relieved he didn’t realize the error, until he spoke again “Look. We’re not ready to order yet. So why don’t you come back later. Fuck off” He waved his hand in a dismissive behavior, before turning back to you.

You watched the girl bow her head before quickly retreating.“Why do you have to be such a fucking dick?” 

“What? Do you think I hurt your little friend’s feelings? Why did you act like you’ve never been here before.” His nostrils began to flare, as he sat up from his seat.

“I haven’t—.”

“Don’t fucking bullshit me Y/N. I heard him ask you about your usual spot on the roof. You must think I am an idiot.” He snarled. “I asked about it before reserving the restaurant. My point is that I know it costs more than your tiny bank account could hold. So what, did you plan on freeloading off of me and my dad, while your sugar daddy takes care of you too?”  

“Don’t speak to me like this.” You state through gritted teeth. Your eyes were starting to water from his interrogation, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

“Who pays for it? Hmm? Is it the same person who put those hickeys on your chest? Or is it the person who bought you that cheap ass bracelet.” Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist to snatch off the Cartier bracelet Tony got you for valentine’s day. It meant the world to you, since he had the words ‘My heart belongs to you, T.S.’ engraved inside it.  You watched the jewels bounce and clatter on to the hard-wood floor. Rolling under feet and nearby tables. People were starting to look over, but you didn’t care. You also didn’t care about the tears that spilled from your eyes. 

Edward sat back in his chair, and rubbed a hand through his hair while acknowledging your tears. He coldly mocked these next words “What’s wrong. Can’t he afford to buy you a new one?” 

“Yea.” You said, voice shaking, while your eyes remained on the floor. You turned back to him to say, “Maybe if I fuck him good enough, he’ll get me an even prettier one.” His hands began to shake as you watched him go red in the face. He balled his palms into fists, knuckles turning white; a sharp contrast to his crimson fingers. He unexpectedly slammed them on the table, causing you to jump, and the conversations around you to cease. 

“Well maybe he should give you a ride back home while he’s at it, you fucking bitch!” He shouted, spit flying from his mouth. He got up to storm out of the door, pushing passed Elise who was coming back with your drinks. He left you embarrassed, without a way home, and alone. Oddly enough, you weren’t crying because of Edward. You were crying because you felt like you failed Tony.

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You arrived home over four hours later, after hailing a taxi. You would have been home sooner, if you didn’t spend the night with Elise, Samuel, and the rest of the staff, insisting on helping them close. You partly helped to make up for the scene you and Edward had caused, and you also wanted to give Edward enough time to get home and go to bed. From the looks of it, he had made it there in just a little under an hour, because that’s when Tony started lighting your phone up. That’s why you stayed longer to wait for him to fall asleep as well. You were an even bigger idiot than Edward if you thought he would be asleep before you made it home. 

He was sitting on the staircase when you unlocked the door to come in. “Are you okay?” He asked, leaping up to stand before you. 

“Yea I’m good.” You respond, tiredly. 

“Good. Because I am fucking livid.” He said in a frantic tone. “What’s wrong with your phone?”

“Nothing. Where’s Edward?”

“He’s asleep. So why didn’t you answer you phone?”

“It died.” 

“Was that before, or after you turned it off? Because I know for a fact that’s what you did. That’s always your excuse when you don’t want to talk to someone.”

“Can we not do this tonight.” He grabbed your shoulders and bent down so that he could look you in your eyes. 

“I would prefer it if we did this now.”

“Well it’s not about what you fucking want all the time,” You snapped.

“Hey. That’s not fair.” Hurt was plastered on every inch of his face. You saw it, so you began to apologize. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked, and you were about to cry again. “Tony I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live in this house with him anymore. I can’t live this lie any. more.” The tears spilled, and you couldn’t tell who was more hurt at this point, you or Tony. 

He pulled you into his chest, which muffled your sobs. “What am I supposed to say, when you get like this? I can’t bear seeing you cry, princess. What do I do?”

“Please just hold me. Don’t let me go.” You mewled. 

He pulled back to wipe away your tears with the backs of his thumb. “Now when have you ever known me to do something stupid.”

“Everyday.” You laugh. He tapped your nose and gave it a quick kiss, while still cupping your cheeks.

“Yeah, well besides then.” 

“Never.” You whispered. He stared into your eyes lovingly. You two stayed mesmerized in each other for longer than usual. 

“I love you, Y/N. I guess that goes without saying, but I thought you should know.” He confessed. Believe it or not, it was the first time. The two of you never had to say it, because you just felt it. Just knowing it, still wouldn’t beat hearing the actual words though. He had just made it fact in your heart. 

Speaking of your heart, it was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings, threatening to leap from your chest at any second. The butterflies he gifted you quickly turned into elephants, that threatened to trample your insides, and replace the remains with Peruvian lilies.  Your cheeks were now hot to the touch, and your mouth searched for words that came out in random incoherent spouts.

Tony, suddenly overcome with unsureness started with, “Maybe this wasn’t the right time to—”

“No!” You shouted, “I love you too.” You cried, smiling before you stood on your toes to wrap your arms around him. His arms dropped to your sides, and he pulled you in by your shirt, latching his mouth on yours. This kiss was different from the rest. They all felt good, but this one felt better than them all combined. Taking in all of you, your scent, your taste, your feel, he felt spoiled. He grabbed at the sides of your face to deepen it, while you grabbed at the back of his neck. You both tried your hardest to get closer, but it may have not even been possible, since there was no space left between you. 

You were the first to pull back for air, while Tony still pecked at your lips, stealing wet kisses, that trailed from your mouth to your forehead. He peppered them over your eyelids, nose, and cheeks, desperate to cover every perimeter of the skin. 

You fluttered your eyes open when he was done, smiling up at him though your lashes. His chocolate brown orbs danced with more joy, than you had ever seen, and his pearly whites peered through his goofy grin. He eskimo kissed you, and rest his forehead against yours. You were happier than you had ever been. 

You both snapped your necks towards the sound behind you before you heard Edward say “I should have known it was you.” He, like his dad before, sat at the bottom of the staircase watching the both of you. You two were so wrapped up in each other, you didn’t even hear him walk down.

And just like that, your happiness left the chat. 

  A/N: Sooo... tell me what you think? Also, I proofread, but please let me know if you see any errors. Please like comment and share. To  @swaggysposts​ @scarletsoldierrr​ I am so sorry for posting so late, but I really hope you are still interested. Please tell me what you think!  PART 3 here 

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If requests are still open, could you do the love one w Bruce Wayne please??

Sure, they’re still open, and I can most certainly try! Though I must admit that quite a few of these headcanons have actually been mentioned or featured in separate sets I've done throughout the years. While some aspects may have changed since then, not much really feels like it's changed to me. As such, I'll try my best to answers these, but will also provide links that go into further detail. Hope that's alright!!

Who said “I love you” first?: You say it first, though the effort to do so makes you nervous. After all, you weren’t even sure if Bruce returned your feelings: Certainly, you were his longest-lasting and seemingly the most engaging relationship he’d had to the date, but you were most certainly not the first girl he’d brought home or shared some interesting experiences with. You wanted to trust that Bruce did hold some feelings for you deep down beneath that stoic and calm exterior, but some part of you worried: Maybe you were a passing phase of some kind? In actuality, no, you were definitely someone special. The problem (if it could be called that) was that Bruce just doesn’t use the phrase, “I love you” so lightly, much less often: If he’s going to use it, he wants it to really stand out and mean something. It therefore calms your nerves a great deal once he finally does it in the quiet of your home, just as you’re both about to depart for your respective work days. Suffice to say, your day is absolutely made, knowing that by the end of it, you’ll be going back to the home of someone who you can confirm, without a doubt, loves you.

What are their primary love languages?: Bruce enjoys physical touch, but not quite for the reasons people think he does. Being touch starved resulted in him seeking the hold of someone -- anyone -- in far too many cases of desperation. And sadly, it’s resulted in a lot of heartbreak and manipulation.But what makes it all so different when it comes from you is that you don’t take advantage of him by playing to his needs; you just provide the hugs and kisses because you actually want to. You’d really be surprised how many strings were attached to Bruce’s past instances of spooning, or how many threats lingered in the lipstick stains on his cheeks. There’s nothing so malicious in yours. Only ever desire or good will. And for this, you tend to be rewarded with Bruce’s zeal for giving gifts. Well, not so much zeal as it is how he feels he can best present you how much he cares. It took a bit of time (much to his embarrassment [world’s greatest detective his ass]) but eventually he did realize that it wasn’t necessarily material and superficial goods you sought after: It was in little things like small gestures of his love for you, or in the kitschy post cards he would sometimes send you with codes littered on them. Little unique items, wrapped or postmarked with his heart, destined only for your ownership.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?: Not very often, at least not any extensively intense PDA. Sure, you’ll hold hands while in public, or he’ll place a hand at your waist as you attend a gala together. But despite Bruce loving physical touch, this doesn’t mean he wants to over-do it, much less in a way that might make you feel uncomfortable. Besides, anyone can share a kiss. But only someone he truly trusts can share a touch that sticks with him. When you’re at home, he’s not adverse to you joining him in his study and keeping him company as he looks over files both for Wayne Enterprises, and for Batman-oriented content. There have been plenty times where you’ve fallen asleep against his chest, his arm wrapped about your waist so that you won’t fall over.

What are their favorite things to do together?: It depends. Date nights are actually a bit more difficult for the two of you than the average billionaire’s, mainly because the average billionaire doesn’t also double as a vigilante. You’ve managed to do some more typical things like go to events that support the arts like operas or the ballet. Other times, you try to keep it decidedly lowkey -- though it’s a bit hard to do a lowkey paint-and-sip when all the people around you are either sneaking photos of your boyfriend, or eyeballing him because, hey, he’s far prettier than whatever subject the group was set to paint. But sometimes, these things can prove to be a headache: Because where there aren’t regular nosy civilians, there are the even nosier paparazzi. So when the time permits it, the two of you might rent out a place like the museum or a restaurant and just enjoy yourselves. But ultimately, not everything can beat just spending the night in, catching up on one another’s week or just plain resting. Snuggled up together, of course.

Who’s better at comforting the other?: You are, even though you may not always think so. You would think that cheering up or comforting the man who has everything would be a tough job, but the reality is that it really isn’t if you actually make an effort. To be quite frank, sometimes the fact that you made an effort at all is enough to lift his spirits even by 1%. You may have your doubts about the extent to which your attempts work but the truth is that when Bruce so much as smirks in your direction, you’ve done a damn good job. You worked for that smirk; own it. Bruce just simply isn’t the world’s most emotive person, even in private. But that doesn’t mean you should be so quick as to doubt your competency. Talk to him; hug him; rub his back consolingly; tell him an awful joke. He’ll appreciate you for it.

Who’s more protective?: Bruce is. The deaths of his parents kickstarted his protective streak in some form, and it’s really only evolved since then due to various incidents (including but surprisingly not limited to the Kryptonian Attack). And as dreamy as it can be, knowing that you’ll always have the protection of this massive wall of a man and his arsenal of weaponry and physical attacks, it needs to be taken with a grain of salt: Bruce can and has gone off the deep end, becoming overzealous to the near point of destruction. If he fears a threat may be directed at you or will effect any of his loved ones, there is very little that will stop him from going on the attack and sparing no expense.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?: Physical. Now that he’s aware of how much meaning and care can actually be packed into a single touch, Bruce seeks yours out. In addition, he doesn’t mind being able to return the favor by even just holding your hand and rubbing it with his calloused thumb.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?: Ironically, “Aquaman” by Walk the Moon comes to mind. It’s not that Bruce is incapable of expressing or experiencing love: It’s more like occurrences both romantic and non-romantic have resulted in him becoming protective of his heart and increasingly reluctant to be even 90% open and vulnerable. (Remember: The two most frequent examples from his love life are women who ultimately used him or manipulated him in some way, so who could really blame him?) But you’ve been almost saintly patient with him, holding his hand the entire way not to be condescending or even pull him along, but to guide him and show him your constant support of his efforts and progress. And lo, the Crown Prince of Gotham eventually let his head underwater: And he can breathe there. He wasn’t wrong to be afraid of going in -- he just needed the right swimming partner. But for something more in-universe, look no further than a few jazz standards because fun fact: Bruce is actually a talented singer. No, seriously. He’s a crooner! And next to nobody knows about it because he makes a constant effort to hide it. Hell, even you didn’t know about it until the day he slipped up. And you had the addicting voice of the late and great Ella Fitzgerald to thank. Not even the world’s greatest detective could refuse her crisp yet calming voice, allowing her rendition of “These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You)” to take up space in his ears and head until he could no longer bear it: Without even noticing it, he was singing it quietly as he fumbled around in the kitchen, fixing himself some coffee. He nearly dropped the mug when he turned around and saw you wearing a stunned expression on your face. And ever since then, Bruce singing jazz has become a lot more common in the house than ever before. When you’re upset, you might ask for him to sing. You need to sleep, you listen to a recording of him you sneaked. And sometimes, you just want to hear him sing: Of trips to romantic places, of candle lights on little corner tables, of two lovers who walk on the streets like dreamers . . . The foolish things that remind him of you.

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?: Bruce isn’t exactly the most creative when it comes to nicknames. A lot just don’t sound quite right coming out of his mouth, at least to him, especially since he’s aged up some since his more notorious playboy days. “Babe” or “Honey” have always been a part of his repertoire, but he’s noticed that “Darlin’“ and “Sweetheart” seem to flow a lot more smoothly with time. You, on the other hand, at least try to be more personal and creative. But it’s a lot harder than it seems, given that Bruce isn’t exactly the easiest name to derive nicknames from. Of course, you stumble your way to cheesy ones like “Prince Charming” or “Handsome”, but you always find yourself crawling back to throwing “Babe” and “Sweetie” right back at him.

Thank you for the request!

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deadlines | h. jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: fluff + college au

requested?: no i just love college boys

word count: 2.4k+

a/n: kicking it off strong w my first post on here lol anyway i had a little too much fun writing this AND i even threw in some cameos ... if u catch them u get a gold star so watch out -sam

“this is so hard!” you whine, slumping over onto the chemistry notes you hadn’t bothered to finish. you turn your gaze towards your friend, kyungjoo, who gives you a fake sympathetic look.

“i know, y/n, i know, it’s just so hard for you to sit here for two hours and stare at him-“ she points her pencil at a boy sitting a few rows in front of you- “the whole time.”

“it is!” you defend yourself, although your heart isn’t truly in it, because the boy kyungjoo’s pointing at has caught your attention once again.

he looks like any other student in a typical 8am class- messy hair, sweatpants, hoodie. looking over the lecture hall, you probably would have missed him if you didn’t already know where he sat. which, for the record, was on the left side, fourth row, surrounded by other guys from his fraternity. of course.

as you tune yourself further in to the guys’ conversation, and begin to ignore whatever life advice kyungjoo is trying to give you now, you realize that the fraternity is talking amongst themselves excitedly- really excitedly.

“who are you bringing?”

“chan, your girlfriend is coming right? and minho’s coming too?”

“changbin, you’re going to have a hell of a time getting enough beer for all of us.”

and lastly, “are you gonna do it tonight?” “of course i’m gonna do it tonight; can’t wait any fucking longer.”

a party. of course there’s a party. there’s one practically every friday night, and every friday night, you don’t go. you use the age old excuse of “oh, i wasn’t invited!” but you know nobody needs an invite to a frat party. you’re just waiting for one anyways.

you tell this to kyungjoo as you come out of your dazed state. she laughs at you, telling you maybe she’ll take off to the frat party and have a little fun with someone while you stay in the dorms, staring at the blank chemistry notebook that’s taunting you right now. it seems to get closer, and closer, and closer- until your professor’s voice rings throughout the hall.

your body lurches, and your spine hits the back of your chair almost involuntarily. the sound of it is comically deafening compared to kyungjoo’s quiet laughter, and the whispers of the frat boys just a few rows in front of you.

“for part of your midterm assessment, you will be required to complete a group project- your own presentation, adequately covering a section of one of the units we’ve completed in class thus far. remember, the best way to learn is by teaching. your groups have been assigned at random; if you have any problems with your group members, please speak with me privately. to save time, i’ll be putting the list on the board.”

then, projected onto the whiteboard, is your fate for the next week. you scan the list for your name, your name, your name… for a moment after you see it, you forget if it’s even yours, because all you can see is the name han jisung sitting right underneath it.

y/n. han jisung.

han jisung. y/n.

you reach desperately for kyungjoo, nearly choking her in your own panic. “oh, are you doing electronegativity?” she muses. “i’d be pissed if i had to do that, too.”

“no, i-“ frankly, you don’t even know what section you’re covering; it doesn’t really matter now, anyway, because you’re convinced you’re fucked no matter what. “just look, kyungjoo!”

she manages to stop her gaze from wandering the lecture hall, up and down the aisles like a kid in a candy store, and squints at the board. her eyes blow open the moment she sees your name, but she forces them back and grins at you. “aw, have fun you little lovebird!” she squeals as a member of her own group tugs her away from you. you think you might actually choke her later.

the students are clearly splitting off into their groups, so you feel pressured to do the same- but not before you scout out jisung, and check (and then double check and triple check) to make sure it’s not too weird if you walk straight up to him right now. it’s not. “what the hell were you expecting?” you whisper to yourself as you walk towards the front of the room. it feels like a hike, miles long, and it could be placebo, but you swear you’re a little bit winded by the time you reach his desk.

he beats you to the punch. “hi, y/n.”

“hi, jisung,” you reply, leaning ever so slightly over the tabletop. “who else is in our group?” you try not to let any nervousness show in your voice.

“oh, jiwon is working with us, but she’s, ahem, ‘sick’ today.” the air quotes he puts around the word “sick,” are almost endearing, until the image of a hungover jiwon- kyungjoo’s friend, an absolute doll you’ve had the privilege of meeting a few times- pops into your mind. “oh, yikes.”

“yeah, yikes is about right.” he pauses, shaking his head at nothing, then looks back up at you. “sit down.” he motions to the chair next to him.

you grasp for conversational straws as you take your seat, “so, i heard your frat is having a party this weekend?” dumb question; of course they’re having a party. you know they are.

“yeah, we are!” the tone of excitement he had when talking to his friends comes back, and it makes you smile. “oh my god, y/n, you should come!”

the smile drops off your face, an expression of pure shock left in its trail. “really?”

“i mean, as long as you’re down for it. it’ll be fun; a ton of people are gonna be there.” he gives you a little nudge with his elbow, and you feel yourself falling into his trap. it’ll totally be fun, won’t it? you think to yourself. you take one look at jisung and decide, yeah, it will.

“i’ll come.”

his smile is even wider than yours. “great; it starts at 9, but you can come whenever. and you don’t have to bring anything, just yourself.”

“i’ll probably come with kyungjoo, is that okay?”

“oh, that’s perfect!”

+

“that’s perfect!” kyungjoo tells you as she adjusts your outfit in the mirror. you would beg to differ, but you keep your mouth shut, because kyungjoo looks stunning herself- so if she thinks you look good, that must mean something, right?

you run your own hands down your outfit’s front. sheer material, sprinkled with baby blue glitter, covers you from your neck down to the middle of your thighs, and its sparkle almost distracts from the delicate white slip dress you wear underneath. kyungjoo passes you your shoes and steps away as you put them on, since they give you quite a few inches over her already shorter frame. “i don’t want to be seen next to you,” she jokes.

you head out of the dorms together, wrapped in jackets to protect not only yourselves, but also the shock factor of your outfits. you don’t want to give everything away just yet, especially not to any of the boys sitting out on their frat houses’ front porches because they think they’re too good for anyone’s parties but their own.

the few people on the front lawn turn a blind eye to you and kyungjoo, so you slip through the door without anyone noticing. inside, the air is heavy with the scent of alcohol and the sound of music. mentally, you start preparing a plan to split up with kyungjoo and search the place for jisung- the idea of not having anyone to attach yourself to makes you jittery, but jisung was the only reason you showed up, really, so you’d be damned if you didn’t find him, you have to find him, but you’re getting a little hot in your jacket, so you start to unzip it- and then you see him.

amongst the lazy sway of the party, his dash through the kitchen and into the foyer is hard to miss. that, and he runs straight into you. as he uses your shoulders to steady himself, he pushes your jacket off. you barely hear it hit the floor- time slows and your senses numb as you watch jisung give you what might be the slowest once-over of all time. “y/n,” he mumbles. his voice proves he’s more drunk than you expected him to be. “i’m glad you showed up.” it’s not a you look good, which is what your heart really wanted, but it’s a start- until it ends.

a wide-eyed blonde girl, someone you recognize as being a few years older than you, comes up behind him. “jisung,” she says, her voice like a siren’s song. he turns slow, too slow for her taste, and so she tugs his arm. “jisung,” she repeats, louder this time. this draws the attention of some of the people in the kitchen, and a boy from the football team comes out. “han!” he claps his hand on jisung’s back.

more people follow, and jisung’s eyes widen as he’s pulled in a dozen directions at once. under pressure, you let go of his hand. you didn’t even realize you had grabbed it, yet you missed the feeling of it as soon as it was gone. kyungjoo slips her hand into yours in jisung’s place, and drags you into the living room. “come on, we’re gonna have some fun!”

your idea of fun at the beginning of the night hadn’t been eavesdropping on the sorority girls’ game of never have i ever, but as time dragged on, you managed to trick yourself into thinking it was interesting- jiwon was there, at least, so you and kyungjoo had an excuse to hang around. eventually, she stood up and left the circle, saying something about getting more drinks for the group. “jiwonnie, can you get us some too?” kyungjoo pleads.

“i thought you weren’t drinking tonight,” you whisper to her.

“change of plans.” she gives you the same look she gives you when you talk about jisung, and you’re forced to nod.

jiwon enters the room again with what must be an armful of beers. she passes one to each girl seated on the floor, then hands one each to you and kyungjoo. you expect her to rejoin the sorority girls, but she climbs onto the sofa next to you. “y/n, i thought you’d be with jisung.”

“yeah, i thought i’d be, too,” you sighed, not meeting her eyes.

“yeah… he’s looking for you, actually.”

you nearly spit out your drink. “what? but he ran off with- with-”

“yuju.” jiwon finishes. “but that didn’t last long, he’s not that into her and she’s not that interesting, anyway. he’s looking for you, y/n.”

she’s begging the question, so you ask. “where is he?”

“outside, on the deck.”

you make your way across the house with the beer that you didn’t need and weren’t going to drink, finally feeling like you had a place at the party. when you spot jisung on the deck, he’s sitting on the railing, a spot next to him that looked as if it had been saved for you- your place.

“hey,” jisung greets you as you climb over the railing, guessing you’re just another sorority girl there to butter him up. but when he turns to look, you swear you can see his eyes sparkle from something that’s not the moonlight. “y/n,” he whispers.

“jisung.” you grin like a giddy schoolgirl, even though you know there’s lipstick staining your teeth and the slightest hint of alcohol on your breath.

“where were you?” he asks.

“i was with kyungjoo. you were with yuju, right?” you hope you’re wrong.

“yeah, for like, a minute. and then i came outside to wait for you.” he waited for you. the thought makes your heart jump, and then sink, as you realize you were the one that kept him waiting for so long, kept him with yuju, away from you.

“how was she?” you want to smack yourself as soon as the words pass your lips. you barely know yuju, all you know is no matter what jisung says about her, it’s going to upset you. your mind trails through dark hallways and crowds of people, thinking about jisung and yuju drinking, talking, laughing with each other, all while you were silent in the living room.

“fine, i guess… but i’d rather have been with you.” he pulls you into his side. you can feel it, you can see it, you can smell his cologne and just barely imagine what his lips would taste like, all while the world roars around you with a vigor that makes you feel small.

“sorry for keeping you waiting.” your voice is so soft you feel like it might get lost in the hum of the night, everything buzzing around you like you’re trapped in a lightbulb on the verge of blowing out.

“it’s okay, i’ve got all the time in the world.” his hand drifts up your side, tapping with his fingertips the same way you would touch a crystal glass. seconds that feel precious to you chip away from your body.

“do you really?” you blurt.

“yeah, do you not?”

“i mean, i wouldn’t say i do.”

“maybe you’ve got a little more time than you think.” there’s a cadence to his voice, which matches how he sways from the drinks he’s had. you look at him, slow, and he looks back at you, slower, with hair and eyes like molasses.

and then he crashes into you, sugary sweet and warm, and you feel yourself melting into him like it’s the only thing you have left to do. it’s the only thing you can think about, anyway, with it sticking in your mind so hard you feel like you’re reliving the same three second every time jisung pushes his lips against yours again. when he finally pulls away, you can barely catch up, leaving you with your shoulders drooping, your eyes half-lidded, licking your lips like there’s still something left on them, and you want it, bad.

“why’d you do it?” you ask, skipping over telling him how much you enjoyed it. there’s no way he doesn’t already know.

“i told myself i’d do it tonight.” he strains to keep his voice slow once again; the world inside his head moving far too fast after kissing you. “couldn’t wait any fucking longer.”

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Voir Dire (N.H.): A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates, and risking it all for love

six

seven

Kelsey and Niall's friendship had blossomed quickly over the course of a week. The two found themselves texting constantly and Kelsey was surprised at the way they seemed to never quite run out of things to talk about.

Becca had noticed too, commenting on how attached Kelsey seemed to be to her phone of late. Kelsey knew it was just a "honeymoon" phase of their friendship. Soon Niall would be busy with his album promo and Kelsey would need to spend more time focusing on studying for her LSAT. But for the time-being Kelsey was choosing to enjoy the fact that she had someone to talk to that seemingly understood her so well. 

"Are you ready?" Kelsey called out to her roommate, who had spent the better portion of an hour trying to figure out what to wear to Niall's party.

Niall had told Kelsey over and over that it was casual. Just a simple hangout with some of his friends, however, she couldn't shake the feeling of pressure that this was a big deal. It was the first time she and her new found friend would be hanging out in person. Well, the first time they would be hanging out in person strictly as friends anyways.

"Does this look okay?" Becca questioned, stepping out of her bathroom in a tight black v-neck bodysuit and high waisted skinny jeans.

"For the millionth time Becca, yes," Kelsey rolled her eyes at her friend.

"Okay Kels, but you can't tell me you aren't freaking out a little too. Like there are going to be celebrities there. Like people whose literal job is to look good day and night, and can't look like I just rolled out of bed."

"Of course I'm freaking out Becca. But they're just people, and honestly if they are anything like Niall, we've got nothing to worry about."  Kelsey tried her best to remain optimistic. But a part of her wondered what Niall's friends would think of a bartender and her friend showing up at his party. They'd surely wonder how they got invited to the party in the first place.

But those were Kelsey's insecurities talking, and she had vowed to not let her insecurities get to her any longer. So for tonight, she was going to be someone that deserved to be at Niall's party. And she and Becca were going to have the time of their lives.

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Niall had felt a feeling of nervousness all day. He'd tried to push it off, but even Mully could tell when he arrived at Niall's house that something had gotten his friend nervous. Niall blamed it on the upcoming release of his new single. But he knew that releasing new music wasn't the reason he had meticulously shaved this afternoon or ironed his dress shirt three times to make sure there were no wrinkles in it. And his new music was most definitely not the reason his heart began to race when his doorbell rang and a certain brunette and her friend were standing on his doorstep.

"Kelsey, so glad you could make it," Niall greeted Kelsey with a hug, hoping she couldn't feel his heart beating through his chest.

Kelsey smiled "Me too." Becca cleared her throat from her place next to Kelsey, as if to remind her that she was still standing there. "Oh and Niall, this is my friend Becca, I think you've met before?"

"Yes, nice to meet you again Becca," Niall said, extending a hand out to give Becca, a firm handshake.

"Thanks for letting me tag along to this party of yours," Becca grinned. Kelsey gave her friend a quick nudge in the chest before she could say anything that would embarrass either of them.

"Well ladies, we've got drinks on the patio, food in the kitchen, and plenty of seating. Make yourselves comfortable."

Kelsey smiled at Niall, before Becca grabbed her arm and dragged her onto the patio for a drink.

Niall took a seat on one of his barstools and took another sip of his beer. He watched as Kelsey and Becca ordered their drinks from the bartender, laughing and chatting with such enthusiasm. He couldn't help but gaze at the way Kelsey's smile lit up her face even from this distance. He knew he shouldn't think like that, but there was just something about her that was absolutely electrifying.

"Careful, mate," Louis slid onto the barstool beside Niall, following Niall's eyes to Kelsey laughing with her friend by the edge of the pool.

"We're just friends, Lou," Niall said defensively, although he knew that Louis could see right through the fact that even if they are only friends it's not due to any lack of desire for romance on Niall's part.

"Oh right I forgot, because the girl you fancy isn't the one the label picked for you."

Niall's face revealed his surprise. "Oh c'mon lad you can't think you taking a girl to a red carpet premiere and showing off to the world is believable. You're far too private for that. Also, you've never had too much of a thing for blondes."

Niall rolled his eyes at his friend. He hoped it wasn't this obvious to people who didn't know him quite as well as Louis.

He gazed over at Kelsey again, her smile visible from across the room. As if she could feel his stare, Kelsey turned her head and caught Niall's gaze. She waved slightly as Niall grinned.

"See just friends," Niall protested.

"Keep telling yourself that lad, and maybe you'll believe it," Louis prodded and Niall rolled his eyes.

The pair watched as Kelsey and Becca made their way over to their perch.

"Louis, this is my friend Kelsey and her roommate Becca," Niall introduced as they approached, as if he and Louis hadn't been talking about them the entire time.

"Louis Tomlinson, nice to meet you," Louis offered his hand out to shake. Niall watched as Kelsey and Becca's eyes both widened. He smiled to himself, entertained by the bit of celebrity shock overcoming his guests.

"Can I give you the tour?" Niall asked, trying his best to play it off casually, by desperately wanting to spend some time with Kelsey.

"Sure," Kelsey replied excitedly. She glanced over at Becca, sure that her friend was also eager to explore Niall's house.

"I think I'll stay here for a bit," she smirked.

"Okay," Kelsey replied. She wondered if this was a bit of a bad idea, her and Niall roaming around his house together unaccompanied. But then she remembered that the two had agreed they were just friends. There wouldn't be any moves being made.

Kelsey grabbed her drink and followed Niall's movement down the hallway. "You know I've seen your place before," she laughed.

"I know," Niall replied, "But I figured I'd give you an official tour, one where you weren't so eager to get out the door."

Kelsey laughed. "Hey, I stayed for breakfast, don't know if I'd call that running out the door."

"Well, in any case this is my office," he gestured, opening a white wooden room to reveal a small room with a desk in the corner. "And over here," he continued going a few feet further down the hallway, "Is what I call my in-home studio."

"Is this where all the musical genius happens?" Kelsey asked, observing the black piano in the corner of the room and several rather expensive looking guitars hanging from the walls.

"Some of it, yes. Although, the song that's going to be released in the next few weeks came from ride on the tube in London."

"The tube?" Kelsey raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, the 'subway' for you Americans," Niall grinned.

"Can't imagine a subway is very conducive for writing love songs," Kelsey teased, running her hand over the framed platinum records collection hanging on Niall's far wall. There were so many, and she wondered how it felt to be so successful at such a young age.

"You'd be surprised where the inspiration hits you," Niall said softly.

"And these," Kelsey asked, gesturing to a shelf in the corner rattled with various trophies and plaques, "Are these all your awards?"

"That would be correct."

"Which one's your favorite?" Kelsey asked.

"Hmm, that's a hard one," Niall scanned the shelf. "I'd say this one means a lot." He picked up a red, white and blue shaped figure with the English flag on the bottom. "It's the first Brit One Direction won back in 2012."

"That's just so crazy."

"What is?" Niall questioned, before setting the award neatly back in its place on the shelf.I'

"Just how young you were. And how much you've accomplished."

"I've been quite lucky," Niall admitted, before leaving the studio area and continuing down the hallway. "But there's still more I want to achieve."

Kelsey nodded, following Niall down the hallway. She admired how ambitious he continued to be, even after he had easily had the success thousands of musicians could only dream of.

"Here is one of my guest bedrooms," Niall pointed out before heading up the staircase to the second level. They continued the tour past another guest bedroom before Kelsey saw a familiar portion of the house.  

"And this is.."

"Your master suite," Kelsey said softly, trying to push the memories of her last time in the room to the back of her mind. Not because she didn't want to think of them, but because she knew if she did, this whole friendship thing with Niall wouldn't go as planned.

"You remember," Niall acted surprised.

"Wouldn't forget it," Kelsey replied.

"And now I've got one more place to show you," Niall said, pointing to another set of stairs.

"And what's this?" Kelsey mused as they began to climb. She is surprised when she feels the cool breeze of outdoor air as they step out onto a rooftop deck. From the perch, she can see the duration of Niall's estate, and the rolling hills of Hollywood in the distance.

"It's beautiful out here," she stated, then noticing some seating she gestured to Niall.

"Make yourself at home," he nodded, before following behind her and taking a seat next to her on the white bench. Kelsey took a sip of her wine as Niall swigged another chug of beer.

"So if I don't make it into law school can I move into one of your guest rooms?" Kelsey joked.

"They're always open for guests. But you won't need that, you'll get in," Niall reassured. Kelsey looked at his face, warm and kind, and found herself captivated again by the blue of his eyes.

"Maybe if I finally get my life together."

"You'll get in Kelsey. You are smart, ambitious, strong. I can't imagine someone I'd want more to be my lawyer some day," Niall smiled, watching Kelsey's face as the sunlight hit it. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she looked, and how he could imagine spending evenings on this deck sipping wine with her at his side.

"You're too kind, Niall."

"And you, Kelsey, are too hard on yourself."

Kelsey shrugged her shoulders, knowing that Niall was exactly right. "Guess when life knocks you down a few times, you develop a bit of self-doubt."

"If I can ask," Niall said slowly, "what was his name?" his eyes looking into Kelsey's soul. She wondered if it was possible that someone could read her thoughts as accurately as Niall seemed to be able to read her own.

"His name," Kelsey paused for a moment taking a deep breath. "His name was Sam." Usually getting Kelsey to say his name out loud was like trying to pull teeth, but somehow sitting next to Niall on the rooftop of his million dollar mansion, Kelsey didn't hesitate.

For a moment, Kelsey thought that the distance between her and Niall was narrowing, and she wondered if she could possibly resist the thought of his lips on her own again. But then, as if realizing what he was doing, he pulled back.

"Well then," Niall raised his bottle up in the air as if giving a toast. Kelsey raised her glass to meet his. "Fuck Sam." He clinked his glass against Kelsey's as she nearly died in a fit of laughter.

"Fuck Sam," she laughed, wondering how on earth the man next to her could go from serious to hilarious in a matter of minutes. "But actually don't."

Kelsey's comment sends Niall into his own fit of laughter. A loud, deep gutted chuckle that Kelsey couldn't help but smile more at.

When the laughing subsides, Niall let out a long exasperated sigh. "I suppose we should go check on the guests for a while." He stood, offering a hand to pull Kelsey up from her spot. She flinched as she felt electricity shoot up her arm from his touch, reminding her of all the things his hands could do. She reluctantly dropped his grasp as they headed back down the stairs, trying to honor the pact that the two had made.

Kelsey made her way down the staircase behind Niall, but as she reached the bottom her foot skipped the final step. It happened in slow motion, her feet tripping over the staircase sending her flying towards the wall across from the staircase. Niall's arm reaching to try and catch her fall, but instead pulling him towards the wall instead. The two now inches from each other as Niall's hands pushed against the wall to try and avoid smashing into Kelsey.

Kelsey felt her heart flutter as the distance between her and Niall narrowed. His eyes met hers, pulling her in even though every ounce of her mind was screaming that this was a friendship, and friends didn't look at each other this way.

But there was the chemistry. An undeniable attraction drawing them together. And no matter how hard either of them tried to deny it, both of them were just on the edge of giving in.

"We could never just be friends could we," Niall whispered, his breath forming goosebumps on Kelsey's skin. He watched as she took a deep breath, her inner turmoil racing across her eyes.

"No," she let out before letting desire overtake her and pulling Niall's lips down to meet her own.

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Kelsey woke up in Niall's bed-again. It was the third time this week and Kelsey had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. It had been a week since Niall and Kelsey had fatefully decided that being just friends wasn't something they could manage, and if Kelsey was being honest, it had been a week of pure bliss.

They hadn't defined anything. Neither Niall nor Kelsey was sure what this meant or what their relationship was. But they were sure of one thing- that they couldn't get enough of each other. Their physical chemistry was there, and the attraction they had felt in that fateful night in the club hadn't faded. But it was their emotional connection that kept the two wanting more.

It was their conversations in the mornings that were Kelsey and Niall's favorite. The words spoken as Kelsey lay against Niall's bare chest, the light from the morning sun illuminating his blue eyes in just a way that seemed to make them sparkle. It was those words that almost convinced Kelsey that maybe she could put her heart on the line again. That maybe all the destruction and heartbreak of her past were behind her. Maybe. 

But every so often, Kelsey's fears would creep back in. She'd be in the middle of kissing Niall and wonder if maybe all this was a mistake. And then she'd hesitate, because she wasn't ready for her heart to be broken. Not again.

Niall had become infatuated with Kelsey. He knew this would complicate things, he knew that whatever this was, was going to lead to problems down the road. But for the time being he didn't care. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being with someone that made him feel so alive. He was trying to take things slow, because he knew that Kelsey was hesitant to jump into something again. And maybe the hesitancy he sensed from her is the reason why he'd neglected to tell her what was probably the most key piece of information about his life right now. That in the eyes of the public and his record label, he was dating Krystal. 

Niall ran his fingers through Kelsey's chestnut hair, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"This is becoming quite a habit isn't it," she said softly, turning her head to look up at Niall.

"Not a bad one though?" Niall replied with a smile. He wouldn't mind if all of his mornings started like this one.

"I suppose not," Kelsey laughed slightly. "Getting a little spoiled though in this king sized bed."

"Just using me for my bed are you?" he teased.

"I mean, I suppose the man in it isn't too bad either," Kelsey laughed. 

"Let me go get us some breakfast," Niall regretfully moved from his position next to Kelsey, standing up on the side of the bed and pulling on a pair of loose fitting grey joggers.

Kelsey moved to follow him to the kitchen when Niall held up a hand to stop her. "Let me bring breakfast to you."

Kelsey nodded, feeling her heart beat a little faster from Niall's gesture. He really was a bit of a romantic, and Kelsey hoped that it wasn't just because he was trying to woo her. She sat up in the bed, looking out the window at the early morning light. 

Ten minutes later Niall returned carrying a silver tray with two cups of steamy coffee and a plate of breakfast pastries laid upon it. 

"It looks delicious," she smiled, grabbing a cup of coffee from the tray as Niall slid onto the bed next to her. 

"Fresh from the Horan bakery," Niall joked, holding up one of the pastries. Kelsey rolled her eyes at Niall's attempt at a joke.

"Oh right, because a baker is just one of your many talents."

"Maybe it is," Niall raised his eyebrow. "Or maybe Tara's just a really great assistant who picked me up some fresh ones from an actual bakery this morning."

"My parents used to do this," Kelsey suddenly said. "Have breakfast in bed."

"They did?" Niall asked. Kelsey hadn't told Niall much about her parents, in fact, she wasn't even sure if she'd mentioned them once. Niall never asked. He knew that family relationships could be complicated and he figured Kelsey would open up about them in due time.

Kelsey nodded, her mind flashing back to Saturday mornings long ago, when she was young and naïve and believed that everything in life was a bit of a fairytale. "Every Saturday morning, my dad would get up and make my mom breakfast. Two strips of bacon, a scrambled egg and a piece of toast. And then he'd bring it up to her, on this crystal glass tray that used to be my grandma's and they'd sit and eat breakfast together."

Kelsey looked at Niall, his eyes fixated on hers. He slid his hand to rest on Kelsey's thigh, and for some reason that's all the encouragement Kelsey needs to speak her mind.

"They did that every Saturday morning, until my dad found out about the affair. Like everything was alright until it wasn't." Kelsey felt her words harshen at the thought of it. Maybe that's why she's never quite understood her parents' divorce. Because she'd never seen them fight, she'd never seen them show any signs of not being hopelessly in love. So then why had her mother cheated on her father? Had it all been a façade? 

"I think I'd understand it more, I think I'd accept it if I saw they were awful to each other, you know," Kelsey's voice grew a little weaker, on the cusp of breaking down. "People's parents get divorced all the time and they say what a relief it is, because for the first time in their life, everything's not a fight. But with my parents, it just seemed like everything was perfect. Everything was perfect and she ruined it."

Niall stayed quiet, not because he didn't want to comfort Kelsey, but because he knew this was her processing out loud. He'd been there before, with his own parents. Not quite in this way, but he knew how it felt to have the world as you knew it torn apart. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your breakfast," Kelsey apologized, trying to read Niall's face to see if he thought she was totally crazy. 

"Don't apologize Kelsey, divorces are messy. There's nothing wrong with having a little resentment about it." Niall wrapped an arm around Kelsey and she let her head fall to rest on his shoulder. "I was only five when my parents called it quits, but I remember it well. I don't think we can ever fully understand it unless we are in the situation."

Niall felt like this was as good as time as any to get his own demon in the closet off of his chest. He worried that Kelsey might react poorly, but he also knew that he would much rather her hear the news from her than from some piece of media. 

"Kelsey, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about.." Niall began, just as his phone began vibrating on the bedside table. He leaned over it, seeing the name of his agent flash across the screen. What was he doing calling so early in the morning?

"Sorry, it's my agent," Niall said, picking up the phone and placing it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Niall where are you? The shoot was supposed to start 15 minutes ago."

Niall scanned his mind for any recollection of a shoot. What shoot? Then he remembers- the shoot for his new music video. 

"Oh, shit, I totally forgot!" he exclaimed, jumping out of bed and rushing to his closet to find a T-shirt. "I'm headed that way." Niall hung up the phone abruptly, leaving Kelsey with a confused look.

"Apparently the music video shoot was this morning. I totally forgot," Niall explained as he ran around the bedroom flustered , hoping that Kelsey would forgive him for cutting their morning short. 

"Are you in trouble?" Kelsey asked, hoping that she wouldn't be the reason that Niall would make his agent mad. She hadn't really intended to spend the night at Niall's last night, but as seemed to be their routine, one thing led to another...

"They'll get over it," Niall laughed. "You can stay as long as you want though, no rush." He leaned over to Kelsey's perch on the bed, planting a warm kiss on her forehead.

"I'll see you later then?" Kelsey asked.

"I'll text you," he responded with a smile before rushing out the door, leaving Kelsey to wonder just what he wanted to talk to her about. 

Tags: @awomanindeniall @ihearthemcallingforyou @niall-is-my-dream

[sumptuoushstyles-blog]

Harry is kinda with Y/N, Y/N is kinda young.

or, Y/n and Harry are friends with benefits, but they both crave something more. Harry makes a lot of mistakes and Y/N drinks a lot. 

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Requested: yes sis

Warnings: angst, mentions of doing the dirty?? mostly fluffy and angsty, oh and some underage drinking

A/N: ahhhh I'm back!!! I'm sorry, college has been kicking my ass lately. I’m happy to get this out though! I had to get myself back in the game and thank you guys so much for being patient, I hope that you guys love it, and thank you lovely anons for requesting young!y/n

Harry’s first mistake was getting too comfortable with you. You both didn’t mind it at first, but he could feel himself almost not being able to last a day without you in his presence for at least an hour. You were his best friend on tour, he didn’t mind being himself around you and that’s what made it so easy for him to be attached to you.

Being friends with benefits with you was his second mistake, he’ll admit that. You were young, you just turned 19 a couple days prior when it begun. You both couldn’t help it though. Since your relationship was good enough to talk about anything, you guys didn’t mind talking about the sexual pleasure that you guys were missing.

The next day after that conversation is where he found himself not concentrating on the movie in front of the both of you, but focusing himself on you instead. You were on the opposite side of the couch, feet propped up on his legs. You’re wearing comfy shorts with a oversized hoodie, hair up in a messy bun with no makeup on.

Not that you cared how you looked in front of him, but you kind of wish that when Harry finally decided to make a move you looked more decent than your usual pajamas. You had no problem voicing that to Harry as you guys talked about your first time as you were getting ready to open his show for him, where he rolled his eyes and got up to lock the door, eating you out in one of your best outfits just the same as he did that first night in response to your complaining.

It’s been months since that first time, and Harry cursed the gods above, (and your parents) on the day that he realized he was in love with you. It was when he flew his mum in for one of his shows, and when he introduced you two is when his true feelings came out.

He’s never nervous when introducing people to his mum, knowing that 98% of the time she’ll accept them with open arms. He found himself waiting till the absolute last minute to introduce you to her.

There were a few hours before you had to open for Harry, which meant that you were in the process of getting ready. He heard the music blasting from down the hallway, “Kiwi” to be exact, and he smirked to himself, liking that it was his music you were listening to.

He walked in, Anne right on his tail and he let out a laugh, watching you sing into your hairbrush as you were dancing, back faced him.

“I’m having your baby, it’s none your bus- oh!” You said, only a bit startled as you paused the music, laughing along with them.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the opening act for your son and his biggest fan, how are you?” Was your opening line, walking up to Anne.

Now, most people go for the awkward hand shake, not knowing how comfortable the other person is with hugs.

You weren’t most people. You proved that as you opened your arms to embrace Anne in a hug, squeezing her just as tight as Anne was squeezing you. You both pulled away and you gave her a soft smile.

“It’s so nice meeting you! I’m just getting ready,” You said, pointing to the makeup that has been barely placed on your face, “You guys are more than welcome to sit and chat with me if you’d like!” You finished, pointing to the couch.

“That would be lovely.” Anne said with a smile on her face. They sit down, watching Y/N apply her makeup while making some small talk.

Harry always does a small test with his girlfriends, that if he’s able to leave the room and his mum and girlfriend are still making small talk, he would feel more comfortable seeing the said girl because he knows his mum is comfortable.

“‘M jus’ gonna go to the loo, be back in’a bit.” He smiles innocently, to which the two women nod in response. He walks out the room and then down the hallway, waiting a bit before returning. A couple minutes go by before he decides to return. Peeking his head in, curiosity creeps upon him when he sees what you guys are doing.

You’re not at your makeup station anymore, instead you brought everything with you to the couch and you’re doing Anne’s makeup, talking softly amongst yourselves.

He makes his presence known, (accidentally) when Y/N leans down to reach for a different makeup product, noticing his tall frame since he didn’t move quick enough. You raise your eyebrows at him, and a small blush rises to his face as he slowly walks in.

“Wha’s goin’ on in here?” He asks, and you just giggle before responding.

“Your mum said that she liked the way I did my makeup after she saw it on my instagram, so I offered to do hers for her.” You reply, and Anne looks at him with a bright smile.

He would smile back, but he’s too busy smiling softly at the girl who is applying the makeup on his mum, heart skipping a beat when you catch his eye, giving him an even brighter smile. You should be getting ready for your own show, and yet here you are making his mum happy without being asked to do so, and that’s when he knew.

It was only a few weeks ago where he felt like his mum was more sad about leaving you than him, you and her were practically attached at the hip after his show, and he swore his cheeks hurt from smiling so much since he was so happy.

Harry’s third mistake was telling management that it was okay for Camille to come to the show, she needed some more publicity since they haven’t been pictured with each other for quite some time. That resulted into them going to a restaurant, eating outside may he add, in order for the paps to get some good pics.

So he guesses his fourth mistake was letting Camille kiss him straight on his mouth, even though it was a small peck, the pictures make it look like much more than it really is.

All he could think about is you, wondering if you’re hurt by seeing these pictures, if you even saw them yet.

He had to spend the night at the same hotel as Camille, staying in different rooms of course, he lost track of time the next day, not leaving until evening, causing him to be late for your performance.

He walks in backstage and hears a familiar tune being played on a piano, but then he realizes that it isn’t one of your songs.

He gets a better listen when he isn’t in the earshot of people, and he soon realizes it’s the piano version of “Girl Crush” that you’re singing along to, which catches him by surprise since this song isn’t on your setlist. He drifts out of his thoughts when he hears you singing the chorus, and he takes a look at you and he feels the way his stomach clenches and the way the heat runs through his body.

Your eyes are closed as you let the emotion of the song take over you, both hands grasping the mic stand.

“I want her long blonde hair, I want that magic touch. Yeah ‘cause maybe then, you’d want me just as much.” You take a second to catch your breath and look to the side stage where you feel his eyes staring into you.

“I got a girl crush.” You sing, eyes boring into his, tearing your eyes away as you get into the next part of the song.

He feels terrible, stomach dropping in a way that it hasn’t before since you guys have started your fling.

You finish the song and he walks away, going to get ready. It’s when you’re rushing off stage that he feels the absolute worst, noticing your teary eyes as you run past him, he himself turning around so quick he feels dizzy.

He doesn’t bother catching up to you, instead just watches your every movement. He watches you get to the table where all the drinks are, prop yourself against it as your breathing heavily. You then harshly bring your hands up to under your eyes and wipe the tears that must’ve feel in your frantic state.

It’s when you grab a vodka bottle and some juice and proceed to walk away to your dressing room he gets worried. You’re about to shut the door when he forces it back open, causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

Walking to the couch and opening up the bottle to take a swig, you grimace at the taste, opening up your juice and using it as a chaser to get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth.

“What’re yeh doin’, love?” He asks, you chuckling bitterly in response.

“Drinking to stupidity and feelings.” You tell him, frowning now.

He’s frowning too, not wanting to be the cause of you drinking.

“You’re gonna get sick.” He tells you, reaching for the bottle. But you’re faster, grabbing it and standing up just as quick.

“Hopefully I’ll be so sick you can’t fuck me later.” You tell him, taking another sip from the bottle. He notices that you didn’t need as big as a sip of your juice this time, worrying him even more because he knows that with the rate you’re going, you’re not going to need the chaser.

“Don’t be like tha’.” He tells you sternly. You roll your eyes yet again, “Can’t tell me what to do, ‘m not your girlfriend.” You spit out at him.

“You know it was for publicity.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yeh do, Y/N, told yeh that from the beginning.” He tries reasoning with you, earning a scoff in response.

“Never kissed her until last night, or stayed at the same hotel with her until last night.” You shot right back. “Fucked her too, I bet. I know how you get since we haven’t fucked in a couple days, you were probably desperate for it.” You shouted, even though you know for a fact he didn’t have sex with her.

“Really?” He questioned you sarcastically, you just nodding in response.

“You’re right,” he begins, walking towards the door, “wasn’t for publicity. Fucked her righ’ into the mattress, just like yeh said. She made me cum so hard, felt better than yeh ever did!” He yelled, slamming the door as he walked out, wasting no time to go to his own dressing room, slamming the door there too.

He didn’t have much time to cool off before Jeff was banging on his door telling him that he needed to go on stage and to, “drop the attitude,” Jeff gaining the finger and a forced smile in response.

As he’s walking towards the stage, he hears your words all slurred together. He looks for you, and finds you chatting someone up who was part of the backstage crew, but he knows that by your smile and the way you’re standing extremely close to him, that it’s not just “chatting.”

“Oi!” He warned, “She’s drunk. Doesn’t know wha’ she’s doin’ mate, maybe another time.” He tells him, making eye contact with you the whole time.

“Really, Harry?” You ask, anger laced into your voice. He opens his mouth in response, but quickly feels himself being dragged in the opposite direction of you, which mean he’s going to the stage.

The whole time he was performing, he brought an energy that he never did before. He was definitely taking his anger out on stage, helped him with his best performances yet.

He calms down a lot more as the night progresses, doesn’t really have time to think when there are thousands of people staring at you.

He notices you watching from the side stage, which is good he thinks, means you stopped drinking for the time being. He stopped giving you his side glances though, still mad at the fact that you think he would fuck anyone else. He can’t even think about having anybody else wrapped around him besides you.

It’s when he goes backstage for a break before his encore that he realizes his fifth mistake, which is that Camille needed to be seen walking into the arena, so of course while he was performing is when she decided to do it, where Y/N was drunk and already not having the strongest feelings towards her.

Walking offstage he sees you immediately, eyes locked on Camille’s movements as she’s talking to Jeff while his eyes stay locked on you.

Camille notices Harry and decides to greet him with a hug and kiss on the cheek, his eyes are still on Y/N and since hers are locked on Camille’s body, she meets his eyes on accident. She rolls hers and gets up, grabbing her purse and walking away.

He feels the pit in his stomach again, pulling away from Camille, feet already moving to catch up with you when he realizes that he has to finish his show.

He sucks in a breath and braces himself for the crowd, wishing that it was already over with so he could just be with you, wanting to apologize and make everything right.

The concert ends and all he’s thinking about is you. He changes quickly and makes his way outside, walking the brief 2 minutes it takes to get to the hotel, knocking on your door, hoping you’re in there. He stands there for 5 minutes, just waiting, but getting no answer.

He decides to go to his room and to shower, hopefully giving you some space before he goes to find you again.

Walking into his hotel room, having a text typed out to you saying, “are you safe?”, ready to hit send when he realizes you’re in his room, rummaging through his fridge, opening one of the travel size bottles of alcohol.

“You know,” you begin, “they overcharge the price of alcohol in here for these small bottles, oh well.” You shrugged, loosening the cap and taking a large gulp, getting halfway down the bottle.

“Y/N, yeh need t’stop now.” He says, wanting to take care of you but feeling so angry all over again. He shuts the door and sits on the bed, moving all of your bags that you placed on it before reaching down to start untying his shoes.

“No, the night’s just begun Harry! C’mon, we’re friends! Let’s talk about the night you had last night!” You exclaimed, reaching into his luggage to grab one of his shirts while he’s slipping off his shoes.

“Nothin’ happened!” He groaned out in frustration, watching you pull his t-shirt over your naked frame.

“Yeah, okay.” You mutter out, feeling the tears brim your eyes as you drunken haze takes over.

“Y/N. We need to talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Wanna talk now.” You tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeh sang Girl Crush tonight.” He states, not in an accusing matter but stating it as a fact. You roll your eyes, obviously knowing what you sang.

“Yeah, and?” You ask, eyebrows raised.

“Tha’ song is about being jealous of the girl that’s with the man yeh love.” He says, standing up and pointing his finger at you, definitely accusing you now.

You shrug again, “So maybe it is, what’s the point?”

“Yeh sang it after I was with Camille.” He accuses again, hands on his hips now.

You don’t have anything to say. What can you say when someone is absolutely right? You realized he wasn’t there halfway through your show, so you thought you could get away with singing about how you felt about him when he wasn’t there, but of course he showed up right at the chorus.

After seeing those pictures, it broke you. All you wanted was to get your show over with and to get drunk, which you did. You realized you loved Harry after his mum gushed to you about how much he talked about you to her, your own heart dancing around the thought of being with Harry officially.

“What do you want me to say?” You question, walking past him to go brush your teeth.

“Tell me how you feel!” He yells, walking into the bathroom behind you.

“I feel like I’m too young for this! I’m too young and-and inexperienced to be falling in love with someone who has done stuff like this before!” You yell right back, covering your mouth as you realized what you said.

“Yeh love me?” He asks you softly, you just nodding in confirmation.

“I love yeh,” he tells you, bringing his hand to your waist, “I can’t think ‘bout anyone else when your pretty self is occupying m’brain, love” He says, sincerity in his voice.

“Seeing those pictures I just-”

“I know.” He murmurs, bringing your body close to his and kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t know it was happening ‘till it was already too late. Thought of yeh right after.” He says, pulling away to look at you.

“Harry I don’t know what I’m doing.” You tell him honestly. “I want you but I’m young, tour is going to end soon and then I won’t see you because then I go back home but I just want you all the time.”

“Listen t’me-”

“And I love your mom!” You sob, Harry looking at you with a bit of amusement in his eyes as he realizes now all the alcohol is settling in.

“She’s so sweet and she told me how much you talk about me and she’s like my best friend, I talk to her all the time, H! Don’t wanna lose her or you.” You continue to cry.

“She told yeh I talk about yeh? And yeh text her everyday? Little schemers.” He says, helping you wash off your makeup and then to brush your teeth. He listens to the little babbles that you’re going on about as he brushes his own teeth, you patiently waiting for him to finish before going to lay in bed.

“H, I have decided to be your girlfriend. We’ll make it work as we always do, right?” You ask, cuddling into his chest.

He chuckles, kissing your head and wrapping his arms around you tightly, letting out consent sigh.

“Yeah, love. We’re going to work it out.”

[natasha-cole]

Perfectly Imperfect Part 7

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Chapter Summary: They’re working on getting to know each other; but they each still have their doubts. What should have been a perfect moment only pushes them further away from each other.

Warnings: some fluff, angst

Word Count: 2520

Notes: Because I was on a bit of a roll... have another chapter.

Also, I was listening to Ray LaMontagne while I wrote this and I did have a specific song in mind, but I figure you can imagine your own favorite song.

Catch Up: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Reader’s POV

Rob was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the two of you while you worked on setting the table. You finished up by placing wine glasses on the table, realizing now just how nervous you were. Plenty of soulmates went on dates. It wasn’t because of the need to get to know each other, but rather, just a way to spend time with your person.

This... this was completely different. You and Rob had to find a way to get to know each other. Something in your connection failed to fulfill that basic part of finding your soulmate. The two of you were basically left to fend for yourselves; unable to connect in even the most basic ways.

You had no one to turn to with the questions that filled your mind. No one could ever understand what the two of you were going through and this was something you had to figure out together. You wondered how the two of you could possibly get to know each other the way that soulmates knew each other. You knew that time was of the essence here, you could feel it. If either of you wanted to at least try to fix this, you had to work on the missing pieces quickly.

“I hope you like chicken Alfredo,” Rob said as he appeared next to you.

You hadn’t even heard him walk into the room; but there he was, carrying a dish that he moved to set on the table. You had already put out a salad and a bottle of wine that you found in his kitchen.

“It’s actually my favorite,” you replied. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t know. I just… had a feeling.”

He pulled out a chair and motioned for you to sit. You did as he instructed, thrilled that he was still a gentleman and obviously going out of his way to make you comfortable. Once you were sat, he joined you, taking his seat across from you.

The two of you served yourselves in an awkward silence, unsure of how to even start. You took a bite of your food, trying to think of something to say. Luckily, Rob took control of the situation.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he began as glanced over to you. “What’s your story?”

You easily fell into conversation with him now that he had taken the initiative to start one. You talked about your families; knowing that at some point, you’d have to meet his and he’d have to meet yours. That whole thing was a normal part of connecting. Once the initial feelings of connection wore off, which could take weeks or even months for some, and soulmates were ready to go back into the world, parents generally threw large parties to accept the new person into the their families. It was an entire process, and overwhelming to even think about considering.

You and Rob decided that you would definitely try to draw this out for as long as possible while you worked on getting to know each other.

You talked about everything. You talked about your friends, your jobs… Rob talked a lot about making music, which you loved to listen to him go on about. You never thought you’d find yourself in a position to actually hear the man talk about his music; so you basked in it while he spoke; intrigued and immersed.

The two of you got to talking about favorite bands. And when you mentioned a band that you were recently into, his eyes lit up, almost changing to a brighter shade of blue that you didn’t even realize was possible. He rushed over to his record player and scanned through a collection of albums until he found what he was looking for.

“Have you heard this one?” He asked excitedly.

“Of course I have,” you giggled. “I told you, they’re one of my favorite bands.”

“Yeah,” he grinned as he turned the volume up. “But have you heard it like this?”

The music filled the room with intensity and you could feel it in your bones. The slow guitar, the steady beating of the drums. You let it wash over you as you watched Rob with complete adoration. He was smiling, watching you intently to make sure that you were feeling this in the way that you were apparently meant to.

“I love this song,” you said softly. You leaned back, closing your eyes and you focused on the lyrics; so melancholy, but still beautiful, unaware that Rob’s eyes never left you.

“It’s a good song.”

“Great choice,” you said as you smiled at him.

“You wanna dance?”

“Okay.”

You watched as he stepped toward you held his hand out to you. Eagerly, you grasped onto it; immediately feeling that spark that you had been feeling each time the two of you touched rush through your body.

He helped you up and almost hesitantly got himself into position; wrapping his arms around your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders. He gave you a nervous smile before moving you into a slow dance.

You lost yourself in this moment. Maybe it was the song… but most likely, it was the closeness that you had with Rob right now. Yes, you had cuddled a few times in bed, mostly when the sickness of being apart became too much for either of you to handle; but this was different. This was a moment of complete trust. You could feel it.

Trying to gauge how he was feeling, you pulled back a bit and looked at him. He smiled at you and you felt your stomach flip as you realized that he was definitely handsome. You had known all along, but it was a different kind of realization. You didn’t want to push too much, but you dared to say it was a ‘this is my person and he is perfect’ kind of realization.

Almost as soon as you felt this moment of adoration toward him, it disappeared and was replaced with anxiety. Now, all you could think about was the fact that he could very easily not be yours at all. You kept telling yourself it was a broken connection. Broken, but still very much real. Right now, you wondered if it had just been a mistake. You wondered if he thought the same thing.

Something changed in him as you watched him. The usually nervous man that you had interacted with so many times suddenly looked at you differently. There was a spark of something in his eyes, and almost sure grin pulled up on his lips as the two of you stared at each other.

He was right there. His lips so close to yours, those violent blue eyes staring straight into yours. You both felt something in this moment, you knew it.

While your connection probably should have felt like this the moment it happened, it was happening now. Still, you had been so confused by this entire thing; so you weren’t sure what this was or even if it was a hint at the two of you fixing this.

You reached a hand up to his face, carefully placing it along his jawline; feeling the rough hairs of his beard beneath your fingertips. Your eyes flicked to his lips as you wondered if you were really ready for this.

You shouldn’t have been feeling so nervous, so afraid, so confused. In spite of those feelings, there was something else there too. A want. A need. Something you had never felt before; and that scared you.

Your breath caught as he moved closer to you. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed, his hands gripping onto your back as they pulled you closer to him. You wanted him to kiss you. But, remembering this situation that you were in, you wondered if that was a good idea right now.

You hardly knew the man. All the two of you really had was the occasional mental and emotional connection that disappeared almost as quickly as it showed up. All you had was a completely broken connection that you so desperately wanted to fix even if you had no idea if was fixable.

The idea of growing attached to him only to have this entire thing shatter in the end terrified you. You knew it would be best to take this slowly, for your own sake.

Just before he got too close to you, you turned your face from his, clearing your throat awkwardly as you began to push him away.

The music began to fade out in the background and Rob was now pulled back, looking at you again, this time questioningly.

“Thanks for the dance,” you said as you removed yourself from his arms. “I haven’t danced in a long time.”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied, turning his face up in a look of confusion as he let it sink in that you had just denied him completely. “That was nice. Thank you.”

You immediately realized that you had definitely hurt his pride and probably confused the hell out of him.

“Hey, maybe we should talk about that,” you offered.

The last thing you wanted was to make him think you weren’t interested in making this work. One of the worst things a person could do was deny their soulmate, and you got the feeling that you had definitely just done that.

“What? Talk about what?” He said defensively.

His behavior went from endearing and sweet to uncomfortable in a matter of seconds.

“I’m not saying that I don’t want to kiss you,” you explained. “Trust me; there’s a definite want for that… but I just feel like- this isn’t the time. Not when we’re just getting to know each other and learning to handle this.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you,” he said sharply. “I just- wasn’t.”

“Okay,” you said softly, not wanting to upset him even more.

“It’s late. I’m going to bed.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied. “Should I… should I sleep in the guest room maybe?”

He sighed, now avoiding your gaze as he ran a hand against the back of his neck as if he were considering this.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Maybe for now. I mean, this is your first night here… this is- confusing-.”

“Okay,” you muttered.

“Look, I know we’ve shared a bed and all before, but it’s a little different now that we’re in my house. We don’t need to make each other uncomfortable. I just want you to be comfortable. I don’t expect you to sleep in my bed.”

He was taking back every word he had said before. You knew the two of you shared a bed during the convention because the connection was so new and the effects made it impossible for the two of you to be apart, but he had mentioned keeping things going the way that they had been as he helped you move your stuff in. You liked the idea of being close to him like that, but now you had ruined everything. You had offended him so much that he didn’t even want you near him.

Rob’s POV

As he lay in bed that night, he couldn’t stop replaying the evening in his mind. There had just been something about that moment… the dance, the feel of her in his arms, and the way she looked at him.

For a brief moment, he really thought they were so much closer to fixing this than even he expected. It felt like the right thing to do in that moment. Something inside of him told him that he needed to kiss her. He felt that it was almost imperative to do so. And, for a brief moment, he thought she felt the same thing.

It wasn’t a blow to his ego the way she had denied him. He would never pressure her into anything. But, his worries stemmed from the fact that she obviously didn’t feel that same feeling in that moment.

Soulmates were supposed to feel each other’s feelings. They were supposed to feel the same things. Things like that first kiss were supposed to be a mutual feeling and a moment that was pre planned by fate. The need to kiss her had been so strong, he assumed she had to be feeling it too. But when she didn’t, Rob mostly felt letdown. He felt that fate had let him down. How could they fix this when they couldn’t even understand each other emotionally and mentally? How could they work when they couldn’t even feel the same things?

The way she looked at him after she had pushed him away was burned in his memory. She looked offended, sacred… The fact that he had made her feel that way made him sick. How could he be okay with upsetting his soulmate? If that’s really what she was anyway.

Now that he was thinking about the possibility that perhaps this had all just been a fluke, he felt worse. He tried to push the thoughts away, because he really wanted to believe that it was real and that she was his person; but he couldn’t help but wonder if the whole ‘broken soulmate’ thing was just a myth as everyone expected. He had convinced himself that’s all it was and that the two of them could fix it together. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just wishful thinking.

Maybe they weren’t broken at all. Maybe their paths had crossed so often, that fate had somehow tripped up in that moment simply because neither of them had ever found their true soulmates. Maybe it wasn’t fate at all. Maybe he and Y/N were just two broken people who somehow fell into this mess.

Rob let out a loud sigh, running his hands through his hair as his mind swirled with every possibility that he could conjure up. This was all so frustrating and painful. He wondered if he had made a mistake by insisting that they work on this. Surely, it shouldn’t be this difficult if they were meant to be soulmates.

His thought wandered to Y/N. Not about how she had denied him or how this had all started. He thought about those Y/E/C eyes. The first color he had ever seen immediately following that moment that his hand brushed against hers. He thought about her smile and her laugh and how the image of her in his mind made him feel a little less incomplete. He thought about how alone he felt right now since he had panicked and asked her to take the guest room.

Surely, those little feelings couldn’t be a fluke.

He didn’t sleep that night. Instead, he tossed and turned and wrestled with his conflicting thoughts.

Was it better to just cut his losses and not risk wasting time on someone who may not be meant for him? Or should he continue to follow that tiny, minuscule, sliver of a feeling deep, deep down that told him to hold onto her?

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[sammyhale]

J2 TorCon 2017 Main Panel

J2 jump onstage!

Jensen: Do you know what week it is?? We premiere this Thursday. 

Jensen is also talking about Jared being on Jimmy Kimmel this Thursday as well :)

“My dear friend Mr. Jared Padalecki will be on Jimmy Kimmel Thursday Oct 12th so tune in” - Jensen promoting Jared. Jared: Ackles warmed him up for me...so tune in guys, we’re gonna have some fun. Jensen: Yeah, it’ll be a big night. We’re very excited about it. 

What memory would Sam and Dean stick to if they died (like Bobby with his memory of the boys)? Jared mentions the flashbacks in Swan Song and the “I’m proud of us” moment. Jensen says a collection of good moments (bros reuniting, stuff with John, Mary, Bobby, Cas) but also those moments of killing big bads. 

What story would you extend/elaborate on? Jared says Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam. Jensen: Dean in Purgatory. 

Fan mentions her Russian blue cat named Winchester. Jensen: It’s a blue cat from Russia. That’s all you need to know. 

Boys go off on accents and jokes. At one point, Jared says: “If there was a place in Toronto that served Vladimir Poutine I would totally go and take Winchester with me.” Jensen and the audience crack up. Jensen: That dude’s got a blue cat. And he’s eating poutine. 

Who would you vote as the most ditchable prom date of the cast? Jensen: Cas. Jared: Story-wise, probably Sam. This is gonna sound the wrong way, but, Sam probably should’ve ditched Ruby. Jared got the better end of the deal lol. 

Young fan says her name is Lilith. J2 very quickly back up and Jared knocks over his chair lol. She asks their favorite monster. Jared: I’m gonna say Lilith. Jensen: Me too, because if they’re all as cute as you, they’re my favorite. She says her fav monster is a ghost. J2 tell her that if she ever meets one, she should call her friends Sam and Dean. 

Fav childhood memory? Jensen: Very happy childhood, lots of good memories. For his fourth birthday he got to ride a horse for the first time. Wore his cowboy vest. Jared: He still has it. 

Jared: Now I feel weird about my answer! Broke his arm when he was seven and was in the hospital for a week, got spoiled in the hospital, getting candy, baseball cards...At the time, there was a rare card available where a player had written bad words on the bottom of his bat and the card company only realized it appeared in the image halfway through printing, so everyone was searching for the rare versions that had been printed. Jared’s dad would bring him a pack of baseball cards every day. 

If you could create an episode, what would it be. Jared: The world’s most boring episode. The boys doing their laundry. Wants to see Sam and Dean doing behind the scenes stuff. 

Jensen talks about a movie “Sliding Doors.” One choice that creates two split timelines and following both. Thinks that would be cool.

Advice for Sam and Dean in s13: Jensen: Knowing what I know, I would tell Dean not to jump to conclusions...talk amongst yourselves! Jared laughs. 

 Jared is trying so hard not to spoil anything: “I would say...not to get too attached. TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES.” 

Jared is doing accents. Jensen: Keep going you’re killing it. 

Fav part about working together? Jared: Days off. Jensen: Then we’re not working together. Both: TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES lmao. 

Jensen: There are a lot of things, but one of the best is that we laugh so much. In case you couldn’t tell. 

Jared talks about how it doesn’t feel like work, especially with the Sam and Dean scenes. 

J2 have spiraled into Coffee Talk impressions.

Any spoilers? Jensen: Prepare yourselves...for some interesting characters this season. Jared laughs and pretends to be shocked: I can’t believe you said that! Jared: New characters and you’ll see some fan favorites come back. 

If Sam and Dean could bring back one character? Crowd starts shouting names. Jensen: Did someone just say Jon Snow?  

Jensen: Would love to bring back Azazel...so I could kill him again. 

Jared chose Charlie, because she brings out a different side of the boys. Jensen adds Benny to the list, Jared also mentions Sully. 

Fan: Do you think Ruby will come back, mentions wanting Danneel on the show. Jared jokes that he would have to watch the kids and do the real work. Gen was able to come back for French Mistake but not sure if she’d be able to now. Jared agrees that he wants to see Danneel on the show, too. Jensen: She’s rockin’ three kids, too!

Jensen says that those decisions aren’t up to him. Says if they were the show would have been canceled a long time ago. Jared jokes about how if it was up to J2 they would just cast all of their friends. “Who’s that guy?”

Jared: What character would Danneel play? Audience shouts, Baby! Jensen: That could complicate things. Boys want to make a dirty joke but they cut themselves off lol. 

Someone in the audience is yelling out Garth. Boys can’t understand what they’re saying. Bunch of fans start yelling Garth, boys finally get it. Jared laughs and says it reminds him of Finding Nemo when the seagulls are saying “mine, mine, mine” over and over. He looked into the crowd and just saw a bunch of people going, “Garth, Garth, Garth” lmao. 

Jensen: If Danneel came on the show would you want her to be good or bad? Fan: Good. Jensen: But she plays bad so well. Jared nods. Jensen nods, goes to make a comment and cuts himself off lol. 

Fan: How does it feel to have fans like this? Jensen talks about how it took him awhile to really get it. Used to be more in his shell. Now he says it’s fuel for him seeing this kind of devotion. 

Jared is amazed at a fan’s incredible SPN body art. Boys are complimenting her on the amazing body art. 

Jared says don’t ever think that they think we’re “weird” for being too dedicated to the show. Because they are just as weird as us. Jared: If you’re crazy for spending 24 hours (on fan’s body art) then we’re crazy for spending 13 years. 

Fan: Was there a real Trickster, or was the lore about Gabriel? Jared thinks there was no Trickster, that it was just Gabriel hiding. 

Jared pronounced gif like jif. Jensen does not approve. Apologizes on his behalf for being silly lol. 

Any sport/activity you’ve always wanted to try? Jared mentions cricket, stunt driving courses...Jensen: Stunt driving is not a sport. Jared also mentions motocross. Doesn’t want to get himself hurt. Jensen: Kite surfing. Jensen says it needs to be a place without sharks. Fans: Great Lakes! Jensen: I don’t believe that. They’re in there. Just deep.

Funniest moment to film? Jensen: There are moments on a daily basis that make it impossible to film because they’re laughing. They mention the Chupacabra bit. 

Apparently Alex (who plays Jack) is like Misha 2.0 in terms of the boys messing with him lol :P J2M messed with Alex so bad the director, Nina Lopez-Corrado, actually kicked them off set. 

Jensen once told Jared to not speak in a scene so he didn’t mess around. Jared didn’t say a word and Jensen did his lines alone lol. 

Jensen says Jared can never get through telling a whole joke without busting out laughing before the punchline :P

Jared tries to make Jensen break during a scene, makes himself laugh and ruins the take even if Jensen is fine. 

Fan proposes Dark Angel crossover. Jensen thinks it would be neat, would want to recruit X5s to be on their side. 

If you had to live out a season of the show for a year, which season. Jared: Six, maybe?? At least I didn’t care, I was soulless. Also says season 9, maybe 10? Jensen: Season 4. Jared: What’d you do in four? Jensen: Nothing, that’s why I said four. 

Jensen is playing the keyboard for the last question. 

The fan is very flustered, it’s her first convention. Jared is comforting her. Jensen has been playing dramatic piano music all throughout the poor fan trying to get our the last question lol. The entire room is laughing and Jensen has not broken. The girl is overwhelmed and when Jared cuddles her to comfort her she pulled him into a hug aww lol. 

Question is about Adam’s whereabouts. She was a big fan of Adam’s and read a fan theory that maybe he got out of the cage. Jared: Now, to the cool stylings of Jensen Ackles...I think he’s in the cage. Fan joking around: Our half-brother’s in hell, let’s forget about him. Jared: Ehhh, yeah, it’s kinda true. But we do love Jake. 

Jared asks for Jensen’s opinion. Jensen, still playing: oooohh, yeaaaaahhhh.

Jensen snuck in a lower-back grab/pat on Jared as they headed offstage :)

Boys say thanks to the fans before taking off. 

Info via: Fangasm, Ally, Lysa, Tricia,  Sil’s livetweet list

[wingsporkhalo]

A Collaborative Spork of “Why?”: a Lord of the Rings Fanfic-- Chapter 5

Wow, up to chapter 5 now. What a milestone (feels more like a millstone)!

All right, it’s time for @icykalismsts and me to get snarky again--there’s actually some pretty good zingers in here if I do say so myself. As usual, excerpt below, the rest beneath the cut, and if you missed the previous parts, look no further than here: http://wingsonghalo.tumblr.com/tagged/why-fic/chrono

Chapter 5: It’s agreed then. We’ll stay

W: Yeah, that’s pretty much what Kali and I say after every chapter of this mess. We say it while sighing in a long-suffering manner.

K: Exactly.

I got my reviews! O.M.G.! Ureshi!

W: She’s missing an i at the end, but it means “I’m happy!”

Oh, change of plans

about the "crystal's point of view" thing. I have an

alternate fic of this that is completely different except

for the triangle, and characters, that I'll post up AFTER

I've finished posting this fic.

******************************

As the girls began to near the gates, an arrow

zipped by the group's faces. Yura's eyes widened, yet

the others remained calm.

W: They were just like

~ Gomen, gomen, Yura-chan. I thought you

and that big band of yours were some trespassers. ~

' Liar! You can recognize everyone's footsteps

just by listening to them! ~

~ I know, but you were being so quiet... ~

~ Girls, you can squabble all you want AFTER

we finish our business. ~

W: They came all the way out here just to poop?

~ Hai, hai. Diamond-san, you're no fun. ~

K: But I thought diamonds were a girl’s best friend!

"I know. That's why I'm still alive after all these

years."

"But Crystal-sama is fun, and she's more alive then

you."

~ Unasi (shut up) ~

K: Isn’t it supposed to be “urusai?” Why do people keep claiming others are Nazis in this fic?!

W: Because obviously this whole thing is actually a pro-Nazi propaganda piece.

******************************

~ Crystal? ~

She glared at him. ~ I don't think that someone who

loathes Dark Elves should speak their language. ~

K: Okay, Dark Elves are a thing in Tolkien’s work, but they do not mean this. Just thought I’d point that out.

~ Demo... ~

W: Man, I wish we’d only read a demo of this fic. Instead, this fic has become a pain in the demo.

' Legolas Greenleaf, I will not tolerate your talking

back to me in my own domain. '

Legolas closed his mouth. * When was the last time

that she gave me such a cold, hating stare? *

W: Last Tuesday?

Then it hit him.

W: “I’VE BEEN HIT!” he wailed as he collapsed. “Deja vu,” said everyone else present.

Hard. * This was almost as cold as when I pinned her. For a

crime I wasn't even sure she committed. It's too late to change

the past now though. *

W: Isn’t it always?

K: I think the Defrosting Ice Queen trope came and went...

They both looked up as they heard loud bickering. The

voices of some of Crystal's closest friends since she got loose.

~ Must you be so loud? You remind me of a mansion

filled with little children. ~

W: “You callin’ me as big as a house, buster?!”

Diamond bowed. "Sorry Crystal-sama. I tried to get

them to earlier,

W: Get them to earlier? Weren’t you listening?? It’s too late to change the past!!

but I don't seem to have as much influence over

them as you do." She glared at the two girls.

Crystal laughed. "Honestly Diamond, you act just like

the mistress at a school would! Lighten up some. It's not as if

we were going to war. If we were, that would be a different

matter. As for you, Thika.

W: My Friend Thika. Or would you prefer it to be pronounced “I choose you! Thikachu!”

Did I not ask you to stop practicing

near the gates? You could hurt one of our members."

K: That’s what she said!

W: OH MY GOD

"I'm sorry."

Crystal got up, and dusted herself off. "So, who are

your friends?"

Yura coughed. The Fellowship took the hint.

Frodo gave a small bow. " I'm Frodo Baggins. These

are my friends and allies. This is Aragorn," Aragorn stepped

up and bowed. "These are Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, and

Gimli."

K: Gimli defeated Gimili! Woah!

"My, what an interesting group we have here. Two Men,

four Hobbits, and a Dwarf.

W: “...walk into a bar. Then they sing a bunch of songs for some reason. One of the Hobbits disappears briefly.”

What brings you here?"

"We came to ask for our friend Legolas Greenleaf back."

W: “What are you going to give us for him?”

Crystal looked disappointed. "I was hoping that you all

would stay here for a few days. It's seldom he have company,

especially such a varied group of males."

W: She sounds like she’s talking about a dog breeding business.

The Fellowship talked amongst themselves.

"I feel uneasy about this Crystal. She seems too nice."

"We don't care where we are, as long as we have food."

"I will go where the ringbearer goes. I still feel as if it is

my duty to protect him."

"I will go where the Fellowship is, for I have no true home."

Only Legolas remained quiet. The others looked at him.

* Could there be a reason for the always-gay elf

K: The author said it! Not us! W: Oh my god. Oh my god, that is priceless.

to be saddened

by this place?

Are there memories here? No, it can't be. This place

can be no older then 100 years. *

K: But then one hundred years passed, and then it was older than one hundred years.

They all waited patiently for the

W: ...hundred years to pass...

confused elf to respond.

Legolas shook his head. "It is my duty still to see to it that

you remain safe, Frodo."

"So it is decided than.

W: Than...what?

You all shall stay for a few days, and

hopefully enjoy yourselves. But I must warn you. Nothing you see

here may be repeated to the outside world.

K: Because if the outside world knows they’re Sues, they’ll kill them all!

While you are here, you

follow our rules, and do not go where you are told not to."

W: “For the last time, I’m sorry. I thought it was a chamber pot.”

******************************

The Fellowship was awed by what they saw. The place

would shame the most beautiful of places.

W: “YA THINK YOU’RE SOMETHIN’ SPECIAL? YOU’RE JUST A BIG WATERFALL. ONLY THING YA GOOD FOR IS THROWING THINGS INTO.”

They were each

given a tour guide for the remainder of their stay. They were

also shown to their rooms.

"Breakfast is always at 7 o' clock sharp.

W: “Lunch is at 12 o’clock blunt. And blunt is at 4:20.”

Lunch and

dinner times shift around, depending on our schedule.

K: Then what determines what they’re called?

Now

that you have seen most of our city, I'm assuming you would

like some rest for now. I'll leave you to your rooms." Each

room had a beautiful view, depending on it's theme. Legolas'

was the woods; Gimli's an over-looking of mountains;

K: Gimli always was fond of ignoring mountains.

Aragorn's a raging river;

W: Oh, and I suppose he’s also the dark side of a typhoon, a coursing fire, and a great moon. Dammit, badfic, sing the song right!!

K[Aragorn]: I sure hope I don’t almost drown in this river or anything!

The Hobbits, some hills near lakes;

and Boromir's, a view of tremendous waterfalls. They all also

attached to one another, so that they could converse all at one

time in their own rooms.

K: Unfortunately this led to some terrible incidents involving voyeurism and masturbation… W: Honestly. Why didn’t they just have a Skype call if they wanted to converse at the same time. IT DIDN’T HAVE TO END LIKE THIS K: You mean "it didn't have to reach a climax like this" ;) W: LOL "THIS WASN'T WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID WE HAVE TO COME TOGETHER IN TIMES OF TROUBLE" (K: [in a tumblr chat] THAT'S INCREDIBLE... PLEASE INCLUDE IT W: I ALREADY PUT IT IN ...WHICH IS WHAT THEY WERE ALL SAYING K: We just keep getting ourselves in deeper, don’t we? ;) W: Omfg.)

As each of them unpacked, they

thought about staying here.

W: I literally yawned while reading that part, and I’m not even tired.

*~*~*~*

Like?

W:

I know this fic has been going a bit slow, but I'm trying

to add a bit more detail. I'll go over the individual rooms in the

chapters that are coming up.

W:

Ja!

K: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eghMntWNeCU

Thanks for reading and see you next time!

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastian: The Masquerade, 12/16/2016

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Friday evening, 16 December 2016

Setting: William McKinley High School Gymnasium, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody and Sebastian run into each other at the Masquerade Fundraiser

Part 3

"Yeah, I'm not sure your ego could handle it," Brody mocked lightly.  "You guys might not even get to the sex part for all of your posturing.  Or you'd kill yourselves trying to outdo the other."  He could just imagine one of them choking during oral or something...except that was a bad image.  He wasn't even drunk-- there was no excuse for this.  "What?  You think you're like the albino peacock or something?" he retorted, raising a brow.  "Oh yeah, I mean, who wouldn't come to see that?"  Bad, Brody-- bad.  He was going to have to excuse himself pretty soon if they didn't drop this.  "I guess that would be one way to think of it." "Let's just say I'm pretty certain which one of us would switch the goblets while the other's back was turned, and which would have come to the party already immune to the poison doled out," Brody asserted.  Brody chewed on his lip smugly, clearly feeling like he'd finally gotten the upper hand-- except that Bas had to challenge him again.  "You know what Bas?  You're right.  It was fun, and that's all that matters.  So you can go on pretending you were on top for--oh that's right: you weren't ever //on// top..."  Brody knew he should have just dropped it, but around Bas he really couldn't help but rise to the bait. He'd honestly kind of expected Bas to mock him-- not necessarily genuinely, but the younger teacher wasn't above a joke in a situation like this.  Brody wondered how sad his non-confrontational efforts must look if the other man actually went the (for him) sympathetic route.  Maybe that knock to the head really did mess with his brain.  He shook his head and waved his hand dismissively.  "He's making a dick out of himself at events like these because of me-- San doesn't deserve that bullshit.  My kids don't deserve that bullshit.  It's just... it doesn't really matter.  He'll get bored and leave soon enough."  Brody hoped.  Bas bringing up his own issues, though, did make him laugh though.  "Good point," he grinned.  "That is not something I've ever had to deal with, I'm glad to say.  You know, mostly probably because I leave people in a good place after the fact..."  His voice had involuntarily taken on a suggestive tone, and Brody couldn't believe that his brain was actually even conceiving of suggesting sex in the school bathroom-- he had rules against that.  //His// rules.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but a laugh escaped him regardless. Even he had to admit, the thought of it was pretty damn hilarious. If he was being completely honest about it, he’d probably end up punching himself in the face. Not that he wasn’t all for a bit of self-appreciation, but he knew how much he enjoyed getting a rise out of people – and he would know exactly how to piss himself off. And, fucking hell, this conversation had taken a weird turn. Business as usual when it came to Brody. “I’d be the King Peacock. Do peacocks have kings?” He raised an eyebrow. “I know two people who would come.” He hummed doubtfully. “Well, I know who’s going to win if you give the whole game away. You’re like the villain in a badly written drama.” With a scoff, he gave Brody an incredulous look. “Hey, if you hadn’t been so exhausted, I might have gotten around to being on top in a sense. You know how the song goes, Brodes – save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Momentarily distracted by the visual image of him riding Brody’s cock, he tilted his head in thought. “Maybe I should’ve tied /you/ up,” he mused. “He’s making a dick out of himself because of his own hang ups,” Sebastian shrugged. He’d put up with enough of this homophobic bullshit from his own family. “San would throw him out on his ass if he started his shit.” Still, if Brody was insisting on hiding in here, Sebastian wasn’t about to let him do it alone. Besides, it was probably for the best that he and Marley spent some time not attached at the hip, right? Even if it was only for a few hours. The tone shift in Brody’s voice went straight to Sebastian’s dick. “Hey, I leave people in all kinds of good places,” he replied with a smirk. “Some of them are just crazier than I initially perceived.”

Brody grinned at Bas' response-- the guy obviously saw the humor of the World of Sebastians situation as much as he did.  He shrugged, "As far as I know, the set-up is less a king, more of a lucky bastard with good genes thing."  Since when did Brody become an expert on peacock habits?  Yeah, he'd seen farms when he was younger, but they were annoying-- he hadn't spent time fascinated in study over them.  "Well then, I guess everybody else will just be falling apart the old-fashioned way.  On their backs," he continued to reach for a pun.  It was starting to stretch, and yet the game was seriously getting him hot and he couldn't bring himself to let it go. "And me leaving my evil mustache wax at home," he smirked.  "Seriously Bas?  You being on top would have been the least taxing position I put you through: if I //was// the one who tapped out first, wouldn't it have made sense to end with you taking top?"  His cock twitched at the thought, because holy shit that was a thought.  Brody really hadn't thought to put Bas up like that-- he had a thing for control, so it wasn't one of his go-to moves.  But the note Bas hit was definitely a tempting one.  However, he managed a dry laugh at Sebastian's joke(?), "Yeah, I don't really see you as very skilled with a knot," he ribbed.  "Maybe handcuffs."  Although there was something to be said for that as well... "Look, it doesn't matter," Brody insisted.  "I'm not going to make a scene out of this and ruin everyone's night."  Bas was right, he knew-- Santana would throw the guy out if he made any of that noise here.  Probably beat the shit out of him if she could get away with it.  But Brody would just rather let the whole thing blow over on his own-- he didn't want trouble.  The older man chuckled.  "You seem to be mixing up how you leave them the night before with how you leave them in the morning," he pointed out.  "Although you do have a weird magnet for crazy."  He was playing with his cuticles, trying to distract himself from the fact that the "magnet for crazy" was, at the moment, kind of driving /him/ crazy.  "Speaking of crazy-- you ever mess around in one of these?" he chuckled jokingly, gesturing to the bathroom.  The school bathroom.  The public school bathroom.  Of the school that Brody worked at.  Which he would never do.  Would never //consider//.  Especially during a school function.  He was totally joking-- not suggesting.  Not even thinking about it.  Except to joke.

Sebastian’s lips twitched in amusement. “Mm, well, that’s not far off, either. I like to think I have pretty good genes.” He might still be sporting a bruise, but he liked to think that he still looked damn good. He was out of puns, and the conversation was getting pretty ridiculous, but Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh regardless, because he was having too much fun with it. “Shame the world is ending. I feel like it’d be the perfect way to achieve world peace.” Besides, it was giving him ideas that he’d very much like to follow through on. Except for, oh. Those rules. Right. “Too bad for you. Then again, I’m not sure even you could pull off the moustache look, so it might be just as well.” He’d grown one himself back in college – or, well, more accurately, he had been a mess after his breakup and grew a breakup beard, except that it was more patchy than anything else. Probably the only time he’d been careless with his looks. He raised an eyebrow. “What, and give you the advantage when it was clear that I was winning? I don’t think so.” More that Sebastian could barely move his legs by the end of it. Fuck, Brody really did know how to take him apart. He scoffed. “What’s so had about it? It’s a knot, it’s hardly rocket science. Though I wouldn’t say no to handcuffs, either.” “It would be him ruining everyone’s night, but suit yourself,” Sebastian replied with a shrug. If Brody didn’t want the hassle, then Sebastian wasn’t going to force it on him. Brody /was/ his friend, after all – not just some random guy he’d slept with one time. He smirked. “I’m magnetic. It’s not just the crazy I draw in.” Brody’s question had his eyebrows raise in surprise, but the corner of his lip tugged up. “In a bathroom? Any bathroom? Because I think I already answered that in Scandals when we were going over our options. In a school bathroom?” he glanced around and hummed. “No. But there’s a first time for everything,” he quipped with a wink.

"Decent enough."  Talk about the understatement of the year.  If Bas wasn't a smug asshole, Brody would suggest collecting a sample of him for the perfect human specimen.  But that was hardly the thing to tell Sebastian Smythe.  "Wow, World Peace.  Makes us pretty admirable people.  You know, except for the fact that we're bringing on the Apocalypse.  So more like World Pieces.  Like Brave New World, where no one has any free will, but they have massive orgies all the time."  Okay, this was getting pretty far off topic, and now he was starting to fantasize a Sebastian-filled orgy.  Dangerous territory.

"Yeah, I don't really prefer scruff nowadays."  He would go without shaving every now and again, but it didn't really suit him.  Brody was just too ingrained in the clean-shaven look.  "Well, I mean, I just assumed that you would be more interested in pursuing your own happiness than simply being able to say you beat me," Brody shrugged.  "I mean, obviously, considering you're having trouble with a convincing argument that you actually outlasted me, you would have been better off just taking every spot available.  Unless of course you were too exhausted to maintain the top?"  Brody wasn't sure he could handle having Bas on top, but watching him ride someone sounded really hot right now, so he was willing to feed the flame, even in this incredibly inappropriate setting.  Thank god he wasn't chaperoning this thing.  "You know, Bas, if you talk like that I'm either going to think you've never actually tied someone up or you just had a very wimpy partner.  Anyone with any skill can get out of a half-ass knot.  There's an art form to making something enduring.  But if you were more of a handcuff guy, I can see why that wouldn't matter one way or another to you." Brody shrugged, but dropped the subject.  He wasn't really the type that liked to stir up genuine trouble. And this guy had a real bone to pick, so staying out of the way seemed the easier fix than kicking up a fuss for the sake of principles or whatever.  "I don't know-- you don't seem to draw a lot of normal into your sphere Bas," he pointed out.  Brody bit at the corner of his lip, trying to play off that he was seriously engaging in this game.  Although Bas' answer had his eyebrow quirking in surprise, "Seriously?  How many years of education, and you never messed around in a school bathroom?" he retorted skeptically.  He scoffed, pushing off of the wall and strolling casually around them. "See, the trouble isn't actually the room itself," he revealed, stepping toward the door and touching the entrance with his foot.  "Unlike the normal ones, these have vents at the bottom," he noted.  "So...you actually have to be careful about the noise," he elaborated, smirking and raising an eyebrow challengingly.  Not like to challenge //physically// though.  Like a challenge for knowledge.  Because Brody knew about these things.  Not wanted to partake.  Here.  Now.

“Whatever you say,” Sebastian snorted. “But I feel like you’re selling me short.” Brody had proven already that he was attracted to the younger man – who was he kidding? Brody somehow managed to rapidly escalate the conversation, and Sebastian’s chest gave way to a laugh. “I don’t know, Brodes. I can’t say the whole orgy thing sounds too bad. Everybody gets some, right? Eternal sex.” Admittedly, probably not the best case scenario. Believe it or not, Sebastian wasn’t really into orgies. He’d had threesomes – and a foursome, once, but he found the idea of more than that a little overwhelming. Constant sex with Brody, though? Definitely something he could get on board with. “You really do like to twist my words, don’t you? I feel I’ve made a perfectly adequate argument - /you/ just don’t want to admit that you lost. Either that, or you’re bitter you missed out on that one particular experience.” Honestly, if he’d thought that he could’ve had the energy for it, he would’ve suggested it.  The image was far too tempting for words. At Brody’s accusation, he rolled his eyes. “Admittedly, I’ve usually been the one tied up.” For someone who was so brash and loud, Sebastian really enjoyed someone else taking control in bed. Not that he was against being the one in control – but stripping himself down – not just physically - and letting go for a while was therapeutic in a way that he couldn’t explain. “Handcuffs, on the other hand,” he smirked, “I do have those. A lovely police officer left them with me as a souvenir of our time together.” Apparently Brody wasn’t entertaining the subject any longer, and Sebastian was hardly the type to pry. His own way of dealing with problems was hardly stellar either. Granted, his way involved getting up in peoples’ faces. Well, as an adult, anyway. As a teenager he wasn’t above manipulation, bribery or blackmail if it suited him – because, hey, whatever worked. He cocked his head. “Or the crazier stories are just more interesting to tell. What, you think everyone I’ve slept with has been a lunatic? Sorry, have you been keeping track of my one night stands over the years? Because I gotta say, Brodes, that’s a hell of a job.”  He watched as Brody moved around, raising his eyebrows. “First, I went to a boarding school. Why fool around in a school bathroom when there were beds so nearby? Second, plenty of extra classrooms went unattended, and desk sex is way hotter than toilet sex.” College had been a particularly huge time for that type of sex, but the memory was dampened slightly by the /who/ of it all. Still, Brody’s musings were… certainly piquing his interest, and he shifted. “What, you don’t think I have it in me to keep quiet?” He smirked. “Just because I prefer being loud in bed doesn’t mean I can’t shut up where it counts.” He pushed off the wall he was leaning against. “But then again, if you don’t believe me…” he started suggestively. Joking. Half joking. He wasn’t even sure anymore.

"I imagine in your mind people are always selling you short, Bas," Brody ribbed.  He quirked an eyebrow, "Have you even read Brave New World, Bas?  Everybody has orgies, but they're all brain damaged.  I mean, forgive me for liking a little intellect with my sex: makes things interesting.  Creative, even."  Not that Brody had ever been in an orgy-- he'd never had more than three at once.  But he was a guy: he could imagine.  And if all those guys were Sebastian, it definitely wouldn't suck-- well, it would, but not in a bad way."Funny, I could say the same," Brody countered with a smirk.  "Why would I admit to something that obviously wasn't true?  That just seems wrong.  Seriously, Bas-- no regrets about the other night.  You did the best you could, and maybe next time you'll be able to keep it up a little longer."  His accidental pun made him laugh-- it was a bad joke, but it fit, and Brody liked to tease Bas when he got the chance.  "But I won't say I'm not a little disappointed that we didn't consider that one.  Would have been a hell of a view, I'll admit.  Sometimes life just hands you the short stick, huh?"  At Sebastian's confession, Brody's face contorted in surprise, "Really?"  He didn't know why he was so blown away by the fact that he wasn't the first to bind him up, but at the same time, Brody just assumed Bas was the type that liked to be on top.  Which arguably was a stupid assumption considering how much time Brody spent on top of him.  "I guess I just figured you were a fifty-fifty kind of guy," he recovered.  Brody shook his head, "Can't say I'm a big fan of metal, honestly-- there's no give there, and a little too much like being arrested...although that doesn't sound like something that bothers you, from the implications of that story.  Let me guess: solicitation?" he joked."Well..." Brody arched his eyebrows in faux consideration.  He couldn't see Sebastian as putting up with anyone normal, but surely not everyone he'd screwed was a freak.  "You got me, Bas-- the real reason I'm considered the easiest class in McKinley is actually because I spend all my time stalking your conquests instead of lesson planning or grading.  It's all just a front."  The older man chuckled in amusement.  "Oh right-- the private versus public school debate.  Personally, I feel like it'd be a little more conspicuous if you snuck out of class to go up to your room, though I don't have any personal experience with that one.  And what kind of classrooms did you have?  Ours were big on open windows-- not exactly lending the kind of privacy a teenager would be hoping for in that situation."  Brody honestly couldn't even remember where Bas said he went to school-- just that he had roots in New York and France.  And while he'd definitely had sex in classrooms in the former, they'd been in college, which was obviously a very different experience for him.  "Really?  Because I see to remember you commenting on how any antics in the bathroom at Scandals would get us kicked out because of your lack of discretion," Brody noted.  Oh god-- he was flirting dangerously close to this idea.  This idea that he was definitely not considering.  Not even as Bas came slinking up toward him, doing that thing with his voice that already had Brody half-hard and raking his bottom lip between his teeth.  It was just a game.  Just talk.  Just  "I don't know Bas-- I'd hate to put this perfect illusion you've created for yourself at risk...what would people say?" His voice was breathy, and Brody just didn't fucking care-- he was wondering why the hell his hands weren't on the other man yet if the opportunity was right there.

 "Ah, but see, that's where you're wrong, Brodes. People have a tendency to sing my praises. " Admittedly not often as strongly or as frequently as Sebastian could, but that wasn't really something he needed to let on. He hummed in agreement. "I do like a bit of creativity," he said with a suggestive smirk. Brody had certainly been creative enough when he'd come back to Sebastian's place, having found a way to deal with his - regretful, not that he'd tell Brody lest the smug asshole rub it in his face - lack of headboard. "This is just getting sad now, Brodes. Look, I'm willing to just say it was a 'close call'. I mean, you held your own back there. If it wounds your pride too much to say that you 'lost', then I'll be nice. We can call it a 'tie', even if I feel like that's stretching the truth a bit in your favour. Just call me a philanthropist." He scoffed. "Hey, I kept it up just fine."  He smirked. "Guess that's your loss, huh?" And the twinge of disappointment those particular words triggered in his chest was definitely uncalled for. Still, it just seemed like a shame not to indulge in another night with the older teacher - get to do all the things he never got to do with him before. That was dangerous thinking, though. Not that he thought Brody would turn into a psycho stalker, but it was probably best not to make a habit out of it. He shrugged. "I'm not saying I never take control, but the prostate is a magical thing, Brodes. Just feels better that way." The fact that he liked giving up control to let someone take care of him for once didn't really need to be said. It felt too personal, even if they were merely talking about sex. Wouldn't want Brody reading too much into that. He snorted. "I can't tell if you're trying to imply that I /pay/ for sex or /get paid/ for sex, but in either case, you're wrong. I was wrongfully accused, and I got punished anyway," he said with a suggestive note. Not that he hadn't been arrested before - several times, in his wilder years, for the amount of fights he'd gotten into - but that was less kinky and more depressing. "I knew it," Sebastian teased. "I'm surprised you even have time to work around it." His lips twitched. "There's no debate. Private schools are better. And it's not like we told the teachers we were going to our rooms. It was easy enough to bypass the toilets and end up there regardless. What, your school only had one floor? No blinds? It's almost like your school was trying to stop you from having sex. But, hey, mine was an all boys school, so I guess mine didn't account for that." Not that the straight ones didn't manage to sneak around with the Crawford County girls, but that was mostly done - well, fuck knows where. He never really bothered, since he had his pick of guys at Dalton. Whenever he hooked up with a girl back then, it had been outside of school grounds. He smirked. "I never said I couldn't hold back - just that I didn't want to. Sounds to me like you're trying to talk me out of taking up your challenge." And what a tempting challenge it was, too. The way Brody's voice sounded, it seemed like the other was just as tempted as he was - something that they probably should avoid, considering where they were, but fuck if Brody hadn't been driving him wild all night. He approached the older teacher slowly, until he was standing right in front of him, leaning in so close that he could feel Brody's breath tickle his lips, and his tongue ran over to wet his own. "What do you say, Brodes? I'm sure you can think of-" he huffed, recalling their earlier conversation "-/creative/ ways to keep me quiet."

"Really?  In a manner to your satisfaction?" Brody snarked, a teasing half-smile on his lips.  The teacher chewed on his lip to suppress the smirk that threatened to blossom from Sebastian's response.  Brody knew he was no slouch in the bedroom, but being complimented by Bas still caused his chest to pound a little.  "Yeah, I imagine at this point in the game, anything less would make it a chore for you," he replied instead, drawing attention to the younger man's multitude of bedfellows.  "Hence that hot/crazy graph you enjoy so much."

Brody rolled his eyes, but honestly, he wasn't even sure he minded at this point.  The banter with Sebastian was fun, and (let's be honest) hot.  Especially when it was about sex.  About them having sex.  Really, it felt like baiting, which Brody wasn't usually that into, to be fair.  He didn't like competing or confrontation in a face-to-face capacity.  Maybe that's why he wasn't much for sports.  But something about Sebastian got his blood up, and when he was like this, Brody just wanted to slam him against the wall and show him how well the older man remembered that night.  He licked his lips distractedly at his own thoughts, but managed to snap out of them in time to comment on Sebastian's.  "You know what Bas?  If your pride means that much to you-- fine, we'll call it a tie.  It's not like you're going to have to prove it later, right?"  He swallowed thickly, wishing he hadn't said that last part, because he really wanted to prove it later, and he wasn't helping himself overcome his tightening pants.  Brody didn't reply to Sebastian's retort-- just flashed a toothy grin, because damn, that was a memory.  And that was an image.  "Might have been," he conceded.  "Or the other way around.  How often do ponies get to do the riding?" he pointed out.Brody bobbed his head in understanding-- he'd definitely played bottom enough to understand Sebastian's argument, but he couldn't imagine giving up the thrill of the control even for that extra bit of pleasure.  Maybe he had some aggression issues after all-- who knew?  "Well, with reach arounds, why do the work if someone else is willing to do it for you, right?" he added with a light scoff.  Brody's face split into a wide grin as Bas reacted to his accusation.  "You sure about that Bas?  I mean, you could totally pull off the white collar escort look.  And with a law background, you've got the perfect cover."  At the rest of the explanation, he shook his head in amusement, because with Sebastian, you just couldn't help it.  "I see," he added between chuckles.  "Well, I'm sure you learned a valuable lesson regardless about the rules and those that enforce them."  Except that actually reminded Brody all over again of Thanksgiving, and how close the other man had been to begging and holy fuck when did it get so goddamn hot in this bathroom?"Well, what can I say-- I've been at this school for seven years, so I know all the shortcuts."  Brody shook his head, "Thanks, I prefer wearing something comfortable and sleeping in my own bed at night to the whole blazer and tie in a dorm."  Brody quirked an eyebrow and shook his head.  "I lived in //California//, Bas-- our schools go out, not up.  Forces kids to exercise and get fresh air and whatnot."  He pursed his lips in thought.  "No blinds...drapes, maybe?  I think that's how they got the rooms dark for movies and all.  But that would be a little conspicuous for an empty classroom.  Yes, what must have the admins been thinking?  Trying to keep the campus focused on academics instead of hormones?  Seriously though?  How could you even stand that?  I would have gone crazy on a stud farm."  It was funny, in that sense-- Brody hadn't thought about being bisexual at all growing up, because he'd been attracted to girls just fine.  He'd never even thought about being with a guy until college, so he couldn't imagine what it would have been like for him if he'd been deprived of girls growing up.  Brody might have forgotten how to breathe for a second.  "So just semantics then," he managed to remark, adding roughly.  "I didn't realize you thought I possessed the ability to talk Sebastian Smythe out of doing something he wanted."  Sebastian started to speak again, but Brody's ears had started buzzing from the blood rushing through them, his eyes staring at his tongue playing at his bottom lip.  The way the word "creative" managed to form on that beautiful fucking mouth--"Aw fuck it," he breathed, half desperate and half furious with himself as he suddenly grabbed at Bas, pressing his lips hard against him in a rough kiss, turning him so that he was pressed firmly against the door, which thank god had a lock that Brody spun shut-- though a small part of his brain had to wonder at why a public school would install locks on its bathroom doors.But right now he was grateful, and gripped greedily at Sebastian's arms as he closed any hairsbreadth of space between them.

"I think we can both agree that it'll never be quite to my satisfaction," Sebastian quipped in return. "Which is why I make up for their shortcomings by complimenting myself. Because, hey, why be modest, right?" Sebastian's motto in life, really. A huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes at Brody's reply. "Exactly. Can't get too monotonous at this point." Not that he hadn't had a few unfortunate duds in his time - ones that were prone to taking without giving in return, for example. Nothing frustrated Sebastian more than a lazy partner. Something that Brody most certainly wasn't. "Hot/Crazy /Scale/," he corrected. "It's a rule to live by."Apparently Brody just wasn't letting up - and, honestly, it would've been a shame if he had at this stage, considering the fact that Sebastian enjoyed this game of theirs. Besides, stretching his mind back to that night was hardly a chore, in any case. "Fine. A tie," he agreed. "For your sake, of course." The last part to Brody's sentence caused a pang to his chest that he couldn't quite decipher. Or, well - it was disappointment. He knew that much. Because he damn well wanted to prove himself to Brody again. One more night - that's all it would take. There was no harm in revisiting it for one night, was there? As long as he didn't make a habit of it. Brody drew him out of his thoughts again, though, and his lips twitched at the question. "Whenever I'm in the mood. But make no mistake - I can make your little stunt in my bedroom look like child's play." Okay, that was a bluff. Not that he couldn't take control in bed when it came down to it - because sometimes he just needed to - but Brody had definitely been thorough. He still remembered how close he'd been to actually begging. Something that the other teacher was /never/ going to find out. He huffed. "I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer - because I think you know damn well that I do my fair share of work." He'd definitely worked hard with his mouth, after all - not to mention that being tied up on the bed definitely wasn't a cakewalk, even if it had been an intoxicating experience. He snorted. "You're right, Brodes. Of course. How do you think I paid for law school?" With a smirk, he shrugged. "It was definitely a... memorable experience." Who could forget being cuffed up as a gorgeous woman rode him, after all?"Hey, the blazer and tie commanded respect. I looked hot, if I do say so myself." It had definitely gotten him laid more than once back then. "What. all one level? Sucks to be you." He scoffed. "Right, poor me - surrounded by so many sexually frustrated teenage boys that were looking for some form of release. How ever did I survive?" he quipped. Back then, he didn't even have his 'one time only' rule. "Mm, no - I /always/ get what I want," he replied, eyes landing on Brody with a heated blaze. His chest erupted with excitement as his back hit the door, his lips meeting Brody's with a bruising force, hands instantly fisting into his hair as he swallowed back a groan, revelling in the feeling of having Brody pressed so close to him once more. Stupid hot co-worker and his tempting ways. Which, yeah, seemed a little hypocritical of him, but - well, it didn't really matter right now.

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Final Product for Major Project

Over the last few days I’ve worked tirelessly putting all the final parts of my project together! Editing Song for Japan in Adobe Premiere took a bit longer than I anticipated and when I finally finished it I accidently overwrit the project with one I was going to use for my tutorial videos...I’m actually such a silly goose. So at 12am that night I started to redo my project which of course didn't take as long the original since I kinda knew what I was doing now. In hindsight it was actually fortunate I had to do it again because I could then write down the steps I was taking to then use in my tutorial. Also I did end up changing a few things anyway because they worked better the second time (not sure why)? So I guess there was a silver lining in this unfortunate calamity. 

Anyway, after I last posted the audio recording of the piece on my blog I then recorded my audio recording/editing tutorial (or part I) of my project which encapsulates the beginning of my project from when I recorded my 4 parts in audacity, to when I finally edited them in soundtrap using an array of different tools. 

A few days ago I then recorded part II of the tutorial which covers the whole process of visual editing in Adobe Premiere, now strap yourselves in for that one for it is quite a long watch! (but obvs you can scrub through to the points you want to watch). 

After I recorded my part II tutorial I then went and kept the project I made in the tutorial since it yet again turned out to work much better than the previous two takes! After making a few minor edits my project is finally done and I couldn’t be prouder of the result. Alas, each of the three files are too big to put on here so I have attached a link to a folder in my google drive which displays all three videos! I also intend to show my recording of the piece, plus parts of the tutorials at our PoL this Friday night which I am very keen for! Mainly to see everyone else’s projects! One in particular I’m very keen to see is the massive virtual performance website put together by Josiah Lau whose progress and final product you can view at https://josiahlau910.wixsite.com/! It’s called Ensembly and the reason I have such a divested interest in it is because it relates so much to my intentions with my own project and website I’ll be creating. 

Speaking of which after this semester is finished I plan on creating a website where I’ll upload all future recordings I make of myself performing works for saxophone quartet and possibly other instruments in a multi-screen setting (Song for Japan included). I’ll post a link in my blogs in the future after I create this website! 

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/12efJacxd0Y2pwHMkR8nwNQqWngf3aLc8?usp=sharing

Cheers legends!