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someone to you || a tarlos fic

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Summary:

Ever since the start of the semester, Carlos has been harboring a crush on the cute guy in his weekly lecture. When the boy begins appearing at the coffee shop Carlos works at, attending weekly open mic nights, Carlos finds himself falling a little bit more with each song. After one slightly awkward introduction, Carlos goes from being unknown to seen. With a friendship fully in place, Carlos' feelings only grow but he slowly starts to see that maybe, just maybe, he isn't alone in thinking they could be something more.

story mood board by: @sunshinestrand literally just reposting this story because Paige surprised me and blessed me with this graphic and it needs to be seen! thank you so much, my love! I loved writing this fic for you. now we’ve come full circle 💜💕

I’ll make the moon shine just for your view I’ll make the starlight circle the room And if you feel like night is falling I wanna be the one you’re calling

“If you don’t say something to him one of these days, I just might lose my mind,” Michelle says with a sigh as she approaches the counter where Carlos is standing.

He chews absentmindedly on his bottom lip as he looks over at TK. Everything to the guy is so effortless. Somehow he makes sitting down in a coffee shop look like an ad as he holds up his mug aloft and laughs at something one of his friends says.

Carlos would give anything to have that kind of access to TK, to be able to share in jokes and to simply know him. Carlos is fairly certain TK doesn’t even know they’re in the same lecture every Tuesday. But even in a hall filled with students, Carlos is always able to spot him, constantly dialed into his frequency like his favorite radio station.

Realizing that he’s been blatantly staring, Carlos clears his throat and looks away, mindlessly pouring sugar into a dispenser.

“It’s just a stupid crush. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Michelle rolls her eyes. “Yeah, well the way I see you gawk at him every week he shows up here says otherwise.”

Carlos can’t help it. In their class TK almost never speaks but each time he makes it out to an open mic, Carlos gets treated to TK quite literally under a spotlight, up on stage singing and playing his guitar or the keyboard.

“He’s really good. I like his sound is all.”

“Is that a euphemism?” Michelle teases, bumping her hip against Carlos’ as she passes by him. “I think it’s safe to say you like his everything.”

He jokingly glares at her before laughing. She’s definitely not wrong about that. Carlos has been crushing quietly since he first saw TK in their lecture at the start of term a little over two months ago. TK has been coming to open mic nights here at the cafe for the last month. Each week he performs, Carlos feels himself fall a little harder, swept up in his beautiful voice. Whether TK performs original music or a cover of something, he always brings the house down.

Michelle glances at her watch. “Oh, I have to start in just a few. Are you okay up here?”

“Yeah, I can tackle the counter. You go ahead.”

She pats his arm once with a smile before moving from behind the counter to head towards the stage to double check the microphones and setup for the evening’s session. He turns his focus back on refilling the dispensers in front of him. A shadow casts suddenly over the countertop, darkening his work area. Carlos looks up, his hand jerking forward in surprise to see TK smiling at him. Sugar spills against the surface, Carlos quickly tipping the bag upright to stem the flow.

“Shoot, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” TK says, grabbing a tissue and trying to clean up the grains of sugar.

Carlos grabs a dry rag from under the counter and wipes it away.

“No worries. It’s cool. Uh, can I get anything for you?” he asks, looking back at TK, doing his best to ignore the way his heart is hammering. This isn’t how he pictured his first substantial interaction with TK to go but he saves face as best he can.

“Could I trouble you for a scone?” TK says, jutting at the case with his thumb.

Carlos holds his breath and nods, clearing his throat, picking up the tongs and a plate. “Yeah, sure thing.”

TK smiles and Carlos can feel something inside his chest melt at the sight. Before he can dwell on it or potentially embarrass himself by randomly saying something to prolong the moment, he quickly puts the pastry on the dish. TK already has his card out, ready to pay for it.

Carlos ignores the slight tremble in his hands as he takes it, mentally reprimanding himself for getting so worked up over his brief and truly mundane conversation with TK.

“Here you go,” he says, handing back TK’s card and pushing the plate toward him.

TK thanks him and Carlos thinks that’s the end of their interaction until TK looks up again and eyes him thoughtfully.

“I feel like I know you.”

The phrasing makes his breath catch in his throat but he quickly realizes what TK actually means.

“We have a class together, don’t we?”

“Astronomy,” Carlos supplies.

TK snaps his fingers and points at him. “Right, yes. That’s it. Man, that was really bugging me. I knew I recognized you from somewhere other than here. It’s good to see you…”

“Carlos.”

“Carlos,” he repeats as if weighing the syllables on his tongue. “I’m TK. It’s nice to meet you officially.”

“Yeah, you too.”

The house lights dim and both TK and Carlos snap their heads towards the stage where Michelle approaches the microphone.

“Hello and welcome to open mic night here at Déjà Brew,” she greets. There’s a warm round of applause and eager cheering from the crowd gathered.

“It’s always so great seeing so many familiar faces and new ones alike. There are still slots available. Our sign up sheet will remain here just offstage for anyone that would like to perform,” she says, gesturing to her left. “Without further ado, please help me welcome one of our favorite regulars to the stage…Mr. TK Strand. Take it away, sir,” she muses.

TK turns back to Carlos and looks as if he wants to say something but the crowd is already giving him a warm, welcoming applause. He quickly takes his scone and hurries back to his table where one of his friends is holding out his guitar for him.

Carlos lets out a breath as TK approaches the stage and settles on the stool positioned right in the center of it. A few people whoop and cheer for him once again now that he’s situated. TK laughs coyly but the microphone sends his chuckle throughout the room.

“Thank you for that lovely intro, Michelle. Very flattering; I love being a favorite but really, who doesn’t?” he jokes, earning a few laughs. “I was debating what to play tonight. I’ve been working on some new stuff but finally settled on just going for one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists. This is The Girl by City and Colour, bastardized by me.”

There are a few more laughs, TK personable as ever that he makes each person feel like they’re old friends. Anyone who has ever heard him play knows there’s no way he won’t knock this cover out of the park.

From the first string TK plucks, the room is completely his. Carlos watches his fingers move expertly along the fretboard. It’s a real sight to see and as Carlos looks away from TK’s hands to his face, he can see just how much fun he’s having with the playful opening melody.

TK gets close to the mic and starts to sing and instantly Carlos leans closer, arms folded on the counter as he watches TK in action. There isn’t a single person speaking quietly to a friend or distracted by their phone. All eyes are glued to the musician on stage. Carlos could listen to TK play all day and never grow tired of the sound. It’s remarkable how his voice floats and cloaks the room, each note nestling in his chest like seeds.

The audience erupts into applause as TK’s final note rings out. He smiles to himself before looking out at the crowd.

“Thank you so much,” he says into the mic before slipping off his guitar and hopping down from the low stage.

Carlos can’t help but to smile as people TK passes give him thumbs up or murmur compliments as he returns to the table with his friends.

Michelle gets back on stage and introduces the next person on the sign up sheet.

The next performer is great but Carlos knows he’s more than a little biased in saying that TK will be the best person to hit the stage tonight.

He chances a glance over at TK and sees that TK is looking at him as he breaks off a piece of his scone. Carlos quickly looks away and focuses on other tasks throughout the rest of his shift, ones that don’t include keeping tabs on the comings and goings of a certain musician.

The night comes to a close, marking yet another successful open mic night. Given that it’s Friday, most of the crowd dissipated as the evening progressed to perhaps party or hang out elsewhere. TK and his friends opted to stay for the entire session, as they almost always do, showing support to each performer who graced the stage.

As TK and his group begin to file out for the night, Carlos waves them off as they say their thanks for another fun night at the shop. Carlos turns his back for a moment to replenish silverware when he hears the quick rap of knuckles on the counter. He turns and is greeted to TK’s bright and open smile up close for the second time this evening.

“So, I’ll see you on Tuesday, right?” he says, hitching the strap of his guitar case up his shoulder.

Brought up short at TK essentially singling him out just then, Carlos nods slowly before he finds his voice again.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll uh, I’ll see you next week.”

“Cool. Have a good night, Carlos,” TK replies simply with the smile that hasn’t left his face. He knocks on the counter once as if to punctuate his sentence and slinks away to join his friends just outside of the shop.

“Looks like you made it onto someone’s radar tonight,” Michelle sing-songs, settling in beside him.

Carlos stares out the window at TK with his friends, one guy nudging his arm as they begin to walk away. Once they’re out of view, Carlos turns back to look at her.

“He’s just being nice.”

“Denial runs deep in you, doesn’t it?” she teases, shaking her head. “Come on, let’s try and finish up so you can have some of the night to yourself, loverboy.”

~*~*~

On Tuesday Carlos makes sure he shows up early for his lecture, standing outside of the hall doors waiting for the group before him to clear out. Today has the potential to be so different from all the other lectures that have come before it. This Tuesday in particular marks the first time TK will truly know of his existence in the hall too.

He tries to settle his nerves by reading news on his phone but he’s too anxious to focus on the words for long. He gives up with a sigh, tucking his phone into his pocket when TK comes bounding toward him with a bemused smile.

“I was hoping you’d come early, too. We didn’t really get a chance to talk much on Friday,” TK says, completely blowing past any formal greeting. Carlos is taken aback by that candor.

“Yeah, I guess not. You were great, by the way. I mean, you always are but…I really liked your performance. I’ve pretty much been listening to the song on a loop since Friday so thanks for the rec.”

Carlos’ heart nosedives as he realizes what he’s just disclosed so openly. But TK doesn’t appear to think it an odd statement. His face lights up, genuinely pleased.

“Oh yeah? That’s awesome.”

“You’ve got great taste in music though, I guess that really shouldn’t be surprising.”

TK laughs. “I’d be majoring in the wrong field if I didn’t, that’s for sure.”

Before Carlos can reply, the doors to the lecture hall open, students filing out into the hallway. Carlos thinks this kills off the chance of speaking to TK still but the guy stays close to him once the doors are clear enough for them to enter too.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit with you today?” TK asks.

Carlos quickly shakes his head. “Uh, no. Not at all.”

He heads up the flight of stairs in the hall, taking up his usual seat. The one beside him is typically home for his backpack but today it’s TK’s frame that settles into the chair.

Carlos takes covert glances at him from the corner of his eye. It was truly so much easier to look at him when he was across the hall these last few weeks. This close up, it’s much harder to sneak and get an open look. But just sitting beside him makes Carlos so acutely aware of TK’s movements.

As the lecture starts, he zones out in favor of taking notice each time TK toys with the strings on his hoodie or his leg bounces restlessly.

The hour and a half passes in a blur and Carlos is surprised to look down and realize he actually still managed to take a decent amount of notes. Their professor reminds them of an upcoming assignment to which TK groans and quickly writes something down in his book, underlining it twice.

“I totally spaced on that.”

“Was that meant to be an astronomy pun?” Carlos cringes at himself but TK laughs heartedly.

“That was a good one.” He closes his notebook and puts it back into his bag, Carlos following suit and packing up his things as well. “But seriously, I completely forgot the deadline was coming up so quickly.”

“I could…if you need someone to go through it with you or anything, I could help,” he offers.

“Carlos, that’s so sweet of you but you don’t have to do that. I got myself into this mess. I’ll figure something out. But, I mean, maybe I could get your number just in case I hit a snag or something?”

The quick turnaround from feeling rejected to elated is jarring but Carlos smiles and says, “Definitely, yeah.”

TK flashes a smile back and takes his phone out, unlocking it before surrendering it to Carlos to create a new contact. When Carlos is done, he hands the phone back to TK who looks at the newest addition to his phone.

“Cool.” TK sends him a quick text. “Just in case you need to get in touch with me for any reason before then, now you can.”

That phrasing sounds like a challenge, as if TK is now tipping the ball into his court.

“I’ll keep that in mind ,” he says.

~*~*~

Texting with TK becomes such a part of Carlos’ daily routine now. It’s to the point where he comes to expect a message from TK each time his phone buzzes as they’ve had a pretty consistent chain going all week. TK’s most recent text, however, wasn’t a Spotify link to a song he thought Carlos might like but rather an SOS to help him complete his astronomy assignment. The message was followed with TK’s building and room number and the entire walk across campus is spent with Carlos’ heart racing until he’s knocking at TK’s door.

“Thank you,” TK immediately says as he lets Carlos in. “I almost didn’t text you to come over but I’m pretty sure I’ve been doing this wrong.”

Carlos looks around the room as he steps in, clearly picking up on which side is TK’s. There are guitar picks and sheet music on one of the desks, two guitar cases leaning against the wall by the foot of one bed. Above the bed itself is a stylish black and white map of Manhattan. Carlos smiles to himself seeing these traces of TK in the space.

“You can grab a seat,” TK says, gesturing to the desk chair. TK sits at the foot of the bed, a small gap of space separating them.

The air feels charged but Carlos is certain that’s all in his head. Being alone in TK’s room is worlds away from sitting beside him during their lectures.

“Okay, let’s see what you have so far,” Carlos says, determined to focus on the task at hand.

They work for about two hours, getting distracted with cracking jokes every now and then and talking about random things as they eventually end up on the floor with papers and charts spread out between them. It’s a mess but Carlos looks over all that they have and draws one very clear conclusion.

“We did it. You’re officially done.”

TK throws his hands up in victory and laughs, flopping down to rest his back on the floor and stare up at the ceiling.

“Holy shit. Thank you. Again. You’re a lifesaver; I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” He turns his head to look at Carlos who merely shrugs.

But Carlos can’t deny how good it feels to be of help and save TK from the stress he’s been feeling with this assignment hanging over his head. TK is looking at him as if he’s a saint or something. Carlos can feel the back of his neck warming up and busies himself with gathering the sheets of paper around them to avoid looking at TK for even a moment longer before that blush spreads to his face.

“What are friends for, right?” he says, only daring to look back at TK now that he’s collected himself.

TK eyes him thoughtfully and Carlos holds his breaths as he waits to see what TK will have to say.

“Lucky me for having you as mine.”

~*~*~

TK has been frequenting the shop more often than his usual Friday nights. Now Carlos has come to expect him here and there but on Sundays mostly where the crowd is far less dense and the evenings are slowgoing enough that Carlos can actually linger behind the counter and chat with him. It’s become a common occurrence for TK to plant himself at one of the elevated seats and work on assignments. More often than not, the books get neglected for long stretches of time. It’s a comfortable routine, one that Carlos has been finding himself growing dependent on.

TK helps him clean up for the night, offering to sweep while Carlos closes out the registers. They don’t speak much as they focus on their tasks but there’s a comfort in just having TK there, to look up from counting the till to see him moving about the room. This coffee shop really belongs to them in their own ways and now they’ve managed to find yet another way to make it special.

Carlos gets back to his closing duties as TK volunteers to put the trash out back. While he’s gone, Carlos makes a quick to-go cup of green tea, TK’s usual, as thanks. TK comes back in and heads over to wash his hands in the bathroom.

When he returns, he joins Carlos at the counter who pushes the cup forward.

“For your hard work tonight,” Carlos says.

TK smirks and picks it up, bringing the cup to his mouth. “If you keep this up, you may never get rid of me.”

“Ah, so you’re on to me then.” The words slip from his lips so easily but TK doesn’t seem put off. Instead the boy smiles into his cup as he takes a sip.

Relieved, Carlos takes his store keys out of his bag and heads for the door. TK steps out as he flips off the switch, the shop plunged in darkness as he locks back.

“Thanks again for sticking around and helping me,” he says as they begin to head back to campus. “You really didn’t have to do any of that.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s the least I could do. You completely saved my ass last week and besides, it was just…nice. I like hanging out with you.”

Carlos bites the inside of his cheek to keep from breaking out into a ridiculous grin. He feels like he’s in middle school again with just how much he’s been crushing on TK but he can’t help it. His stomach always seems to do cartwheels when TK is around, especially when he makes statements like this.

They walk alongside each other in comfortable silence for a time. Carlos does his best not to keep stealing glances at TK but it’s easier said than done. A few times he’s caught TK looking at him which throws him off guard but it’s certainly not unwelcome.

“How old were you when you started playing?” he asks as they near campus.

“I always sort of grew up around the piano. My mom played and she had one in the apartment so I’d sit with her sometimes and she taught me a few things here and there. But I didn’t start taking it really seriously until I was about seven, maybe eight. It was our thing, you know? My parents…things with them went south and she was busy a lot with work. But whenever we did get to check in with each other, we’d find ourselves on the piano bench together. I loved that time with her, even though it became harder and harder to come by the older I got.”

Carlos smiles a bit sadly. But, he thinks, it says a lot that TK is able to be so candid with him about his upbringing. It’s pretty personal insight and yet TK extends it to him so freely. He supposes TK may just be an open guy in general but it still means a lot to be trusted in this manner.

“Wow, that took a turn, I’m sorry,” TK laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“No, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind at all.” TK nods at this and continues after a beat.

“I got my first guitar on my tenth birthday from my dad. I think he was trying to speak our language in his own way and I really appreciated it. I took to that pretty well and became a bit obsessed, clearly. Totally thought I was going to be a kid rockstar,” he jokes. “Anyway, music’s always been there for as long as I can remember.”

“That’s really cool, TK. Most people go on a long journey to find the thing that’s right for them but your passion found you early on.”

Carlos’ building comes into view and each step towards it fills him with utter dread. They’ve already managed to stretch this night but greedily, it’s still not enough for him.

As they come to a stop outside the doors to his building, TK stares at him and for a wild moment, Carlos thinks TK might kiss him. TK does lean in but it’s to give a hug, one in which Carlos gladly reciprocates.

“It was great getting to hang out with you tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” Carlos replies, subtly drawing in a breath and breathing TK in as they embrace.

TK begins to pull away after a moment and places a soft kiss on Carlos’ cheek.

Carlos is sure his face flushes and he’s all too grateful for the cover of night to disguise it. They both avoid each other’s gaze for a second before laughing a bit. TK stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Carlos tries to remember how to form a sentence.

“Goodnight, TK,” he says softly.

TK searches his eyes for a moment, almost pensively before smiling faintly.

“Goodnight, Carlos. Sweet dreams.”

~*~*~

Carlos has not been able to shake his walk home with TK. Each time he thinks about it, he can practically feel TK’s lips on his cheek. It was such a modest kiss, a quick peck that probably didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things and yet, it’s all he can think about.

On Tuesday they sat beside each other, same as always and have continued chatting regularly through texts. Neither has made even the smallest hint or mention of what happened Sunday night. It makes Carlos wonder if he’s been blowing this out of proportion or if TK is just as clueless on what comes next as he is.

The latter seems almost comical. TK is perhaps the smoothest, most confident guy he knows. If he wanted to progress things further, he would have already.

Carlos does his best not to stare now at TK’s table. Friday night has rolled around once again and while Carlos is excited to see TK perform, it’s hard to see him and not feel transported back to Sunday night. The phantom sensation of that chaste kiss has kept him up every night this week.

“You okay?” Michelle asks, pulling Carlos from his thoughts.

Carlos blinks twice and nods. “Yeah, just tired I guess.” His eyes flicker to where TK is seated.

Something about him seems off tonight. Normally he’d be the liveliest one at the table but TK seems withdrawn.

Michelle makes a noncommittal hum but says nothing else on the matter and Carlos is grateful for it. She excuses herself to start tonight’s event.

He busies himself with customers who approach the counter as the evening kicks off, the backdrop of performers truly background noise as he works.

Michelle calls TK to the stage when it’s his turn and immediately Carlos zeroes in on his table. TK’s friend pats him on the back before letting out a whoop as he settles up on stage before the keyboard.

“Hey, guys. This one’s been playing on my mind a lot these days. Figured I should do something with it and free it somehow. So, yeah. This is Bloodstream by Stateless.”

TK clears his throat and it’s strange but for the first time, the young man actually looks and sounds nervous. He looks over at Carlos who smiles encouragingly. TK blinks twice and looks down at the keys, brows deepened before playing.

The melody he plays is eerie but beautiful, Carlos’ interest all the more piqued as TK’s fingers strike deftly. The song is haunting, TK’s voice much more gravelly than usual and it’s all so captivating that Carlos holds his breath as he listens.

I think I might’ve inhaled you I could feel you behind my eyes

“Gee, wonder who this one is for,” Michelle says, coming up beside him at the counter for a glass of water.

Carlos can’t even offer a response as he continues to watch TK. The guy’s eyes are closed as he croons into the mic, his shoulders bouncing as he strikes the right notes.

He feels goosebumps watching TK perform and can’t help but to hope there’s some validity in what Michelle is not so subtly hinting at.

TK tinkers around on the keyboard for the last few notes, his eyes landing on Carlos for the briefest of seconds as the audience claps for him. He thanks them and rises from his seat, hopping off the stage and returning to his table— but not without another look at Carlos before he sits once more with his friends.

Carlos feels shaken, his heart ricocheting like a pinball.

He hopes so fiercely that TK’s performance was a declaration of some kind but the night ends for the first time since they’ve befriended each other with an awkward smile and wave from a distance as TK and his friends leave.

Carlos isn’t sure what to make of any of this.

~*~*~

The strange energy doesn’t last long. The very next day TK shoots him a random humorous text and Carlos is glad for the ice breaker as it allows them to get back on track. They easily fall into their usual routine and as the week progresses, the night at the shop soon seems like a lifetime away.

TK invites Carlos to his dorm to hang out Wednesday afternoon and Carlos is all too happy to accept, taking advantage of his free time to head over to TK’s building.

From what he can discern, TK’s roommate is the next best thing to living alone. The guy is never in the room, leaving Carlos with uninterrupted time to just talk and be around TK any time he visits.

TK sits at the foot of the bed with his guitar, plucking out a melody for a song he’s been working on and hoping to debut at open mic. He’s got a pencil trapped between his teeth as he plays, stopping occasionally to jot down a note in the open book beside him. It’s fascinating to watch his process from his spot in the middle of TK’s bed, seeing how he develops an idea from a mere thought to an actual song, to something tangible.

“I hope this one goes over well on Friday,” TK mutters, moreso to himself.

“I know it will. Everyone loves you there and your songs are always a huge hit. This won’t be any different.”

TK smiles warmly at his sentiment. “Thanks. It’s always a bit nerve wracking to perform something new and original but it’s pretty exciting, too.”

Carlos shakes his head and laughs, resting his back against the wall.

“I could never do what you do.”

TK finger picks without even looking at the fret as he eyes Carlos quizzically.

“What? Play or perform?”

“Both. I love music but I don’t have the talent for learning. And performing? Ha, there’s no way you’d ever catch me in front of a crowd. But every week you get up there and knock it out of the park. It’s incredible though.”

TK’s mouth twists to the side slightly before he sets his guitar back into its case on the ground and turns to face Carlos again.

“Lay down,” TK says unexpectedly. Carlos is sure his expression must be bewildered because TK laughs and rolls his eyes. “I’m not about to steal your virtue. Just…settle back for a second.”

Carlos does as he’s instructed and stretches out on TK’s bed completely, his head coming to rest on the guy’s pillow. TK’s scent is everywhere and with the young man smiling over him now as he sits just to the left of him on the edge of the small bed, it’s enough to make his head spin and heart stop. He stares at him as TK speaks.

“Playing is a lot easier than you might think. It’s all about proper placement and timing.” He sets his fingertips against Carlos’ ribcage like they’re keys on a piano.

Carlos searches his face as TK mimics playing and hums a melody. It sounds familiar to Carlos but he can’t place it; it’s something classical, he knows. But his main focus is on TK’s light touches, each press of his fingertips like ripples on the surface of water. His long fingers skate up and down Carlos’ side as TK continues to play as if he’s on a Steinway.

It’s a marvel watching his expression. It’s all make-believe but Carlos has no doubt TK can see it all as clear as day in his mind’s eyes, the ivory and black keys. Though his gaze is fixed on TK’s face, the young man doesn’t lose his own focus and doesn’t catch Carlos’ eye until the final note.

“See? Nothing to it,” TK says, eyes shining with amusement.

It isn’t a conscious decision, that much Carlos knows as he sits up slowly and inches closely to TK, his hand cupping the nape of his neck. He doesn’t typically make bold moves but the draw he feels to TK is simply too much to ignore now.

TK falls silent and stares at him but doesn’t move away, his lips parting. After a beat, he draws nearer as well. Their noses touch, Carlos nuzzling gently before bringing his mouth to TK’s. That first press sends a spark shooting down his spine but Carlos doesn’t hurry or balk at the sensation. He relishes in the slight shiver that runs through TK, the small intake of breath, happy to see that he feels this thrill too. His fingers card gently at the back of TK’s hair, curling around the strands as he continues to kiss him.

TK’s hands encircle his waist, pulling him closer and Carlos is pliant as ever, melding against the man’s frame. The kiss grows gradually, moving from tentative to assured, both guys shedding away any hesitancy and owning the moment.

It’s easy for Carlos to get swept away in kissing TK. His lips are proving themselves to be skilled at more than just offering beautiful smiles.

When TK breaks first, his eyes are still closed and Carlos can’t help but to stare, smiling softly at him when he finally reopens them.

“That’s what playing feels like,” TK says quietly. “An electric rush.”

Carlos’ face burns but TK doesn’t tease him for it. Instead he leans in and kisses Carlos’ cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose. This draws out a laugh from Carlos, a note so carefree and unguarded he’s almost surprised it’s ripped from him.

He smiles shyly and rests his forehead against TK’s, settling down and simply breathing him in. His hand finds its way once more to the nape of TK’s neck, skimming his fingertips lightly against his scalp. TK seems to appreciate the subtle touch, his eyes fluttering briefly. It’s almost hard for Carlos to wrap his mind around the fact that he’s capable of any real effect on TK and yet, the proof is laid out right before him.

All these weeks of getting to know him as more than just the cute guy in a shared class or the talented performer who frequents open mic nights. All these weeks of truly getting to know him and falling even more, they haven’t been one-sided.

“I see why you like performing so much now. I could get used to this feeling.”

TK laughs and places another kiss on his lips. It takes everything in Carlos not to get too carried away but it’s certainly tempting. TK, a musician through and through, knows what to do with his hands. Placement and timing, as he said before.

He’s able to draw out sounds from Carlos like any of his instruments, a sigh, a moan, a whimper. Carlos’ lips feel swollen by the time they break apart for good, his head in a fog.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks now,” TK says.

“Yeah?”

TK rolls his eyes jokingly. “You know, I don’t usually go around serenading guys at open mic nights, right?”

“So, that really was for me then?”

“You thought I was singing that about some other guy? Seriously?”

Carlos shrugs a shoulder, looking down until TK lifts his chin gently. He stares into his blue-green eyes and finds the confidence to keep going.

“It felt too good to be true that you may have been dedicating it to me. I thought—I mean, I’ve been hoping but was too scared to ask. In case you aren’t aware, you’re a very attractive and ridiculously talented guy, TK. You could have your pick of anyone.”

“Just like you could. Easily, Carlos. You’re such a catch. I’ve spent weeks hoping you liked me back. I was out of my mind nervous up there. It seemed like a great idea beforehand but actually being on stage and seeing you watching me? I almost chickened out but I knew my friends wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I did. And, honestly? I wanted to get my feelings for you out there somehow. Music is always my fallback so, seemed like the best bet.”

Carlos shakes his head and draws in a deep breath, letting it out in a gust.

“It was beautiful, TK. Absolutely beautiful. No one has ever done anything like that for me.”

TK gives him a small smile, looking down and playing with Carlos’ hand. “Since we met, I’ve just wanted to matter to you. Is that weird to say?” he asks, pulling his gaze upward.

Carlos shakes his head. “No, not at all. I actually liked you before we even met,” Carlos admits. “You’ve always been someone to me, TK. Never doubt that because I get the feeling that you always will be.”

TK searches his eyes, relief flooding his features before he leans in and kisses him again. Carlos serves it right back, pulling TK against him as he sinks back against the man’s bed. It’s light, it’s playful with soft laughter and even softer kisses. It’s safe and comfortable to hand this vulnerable side over and trust it will be protected.

All in all, Carlos finds, it’s simply natural to be this way, to fall for this beautiful boy and his beautiful music that makes him feel like a work of art to TK in his own right.

#tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #tarlos fic #ronenrubinstein #userjilly #userthai #useralie #userbones #userjillian #tuserjamie #usermaximus #reyeslonestartag #kimmy writes

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ixellent · 4 years ago

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So in case you’re not on twitter a bunch of artists recently announced they were working with an “eco friendly” NFT company and the reactions were mixed but I wanted to put a few simple notes without even talking about the environmental impact of NFTs as a whole, like let’s just skip the whole discussion of that part for a second. It’s not that I don’t think it’s important, but it’s a little bit of a distraction on this issue because people can split hairs and pull statistics over the cost of NFT vs carbon offsetting vs how much electricity we waste vs big corporations all day. This is probably not going to be how we finally pass legislation to stop pollution and save the planet, so let’s just put a pin in that aspect and talk about ethically what’s going on.

1) Money Laundering A lot of artists were interested in NFT because they saw how much money people were allegedly making, right? We want that money, we feel that art is underpriced, undercut, underappreciated, it sucks out there! But! Why does NFT go for so much? Because it’s certified authentic ownership of digital art or whatever? We have been able to do this with digital files for a long time, quickly and easily, it’s called DRM. "Authenticity” and “owning an original” was never the reason. This has been happening in the fine art community for decades. (Rich) People use art to launder money because they can buy it for some amount of money*, insure it for even more money, have it valued at more money, and sell it to other people for obscene money and that’s a lot easier to explain than randomly paying someone thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars for doing you a favor. It also effectively “hides” money the same way real estate can. It doesn’t mean it’s easy but it’s a loophole to avoid taxes and the IRS and makes your money look more “legitimate” on paper because less of your assets are liquid, they can still “appreciate” because the object of value the money is tied to can be subjectively desirable as to make it “worth” whatever you want. * Art CAN be somewhat objectively valued by experts and historians, kind of like how comics or Magic cards can be valued, but it is a unique good in that people can decide its value based on literally whatever they want, which is to say, nothing at all. And you can be like “Well what about LEGITIMATE art sales!” I don’t know how to explain to you that most art isn’t going to suddenly be worth thousands of more dollars overnight legitimately. Like aren’t people suspicious of the fact that people would suddenly be paying a lot of money for wafer-thin ownership of an image they made? You can be like “idc where the money comes from” I guess, but then you’re probably not concerned about the issue of unregulated markets in the first place lol. Here’s some articles: https://www.natlawreview.com/article/art-and-money-laundering - This one does a great job explaining how private art sales and real estate manage this and what they’ve been trying to do to stymie it, as well as making it obvious how NFT sales are exactly the same as the warehouses people keep art in lol https://www.artandobject.com/news/how-money-laundering-works-art-world - this talks a bit about the big famous warehouse https://www.cnn.com/2020/07/29/business/art-money-laundering-sanctions-senate/index.html - I know it’s CNN but it talks a little about the red tape that allegedly exists and where it doesn’t https://news.artnet.com/market/think-artists-are-getting-rich-off-nfts-think-again-1962752 - your art isn’t worth thousands overnight lol

2) Artificial Scarcity So this is one of those things that people can come down a few different ways on. In the last few decades of The Internet, you’ll have some people who believe in a free and open internet and exchange of ideas and media, while other people want to keep ownership of the things they create and protect that ownership, and if you ask me, neither of them are wrong exactly! But that doesn’t matter because when we “mint NFTs” for art, it is artificial scarcity, because with a digital copy of work, you can redistribute, copy, paste, screenshot it as much as you want for personal use. It’s not illegal until you try to sell copies of things you DIDN’T create (and as we’ve seen with some vehement NFT benefiters, the lines for fair use, parody, and ownership are being ground into dust in order to make a buck), and it’s certainly frowned upon to repost or share it without permission. But NFTs create limited “certified original copies” or “ownership” of an image for no reason other than to give people a reason to inflate its value (see money laundering above). As a digital artist, I’m not saying I think my art is less valuable because it’s digital, but I can create infinite copies of it - the file itself is worth virtually nothing but the demand for the labor it took to create it. A limited physical run of prints of digital art has ACTUAL scarcity because it may not be printed again, or might not be printed in that way, so the price can be set by demand/by the market! There are physical costs of materials, shipping etc. The physical cost of digital goods is measurable but not as easily because of the myriad of ways it is produced. My digital commissioners actually pay for the service of art rather than a physical good, and my freelance clients pay for the RIGHT to use an image as well as my labor, because there is no scarcity of digital materials themselves. This is not to say digital art does not need preservation at some point, or that it is a zero-cost-to-produce situation, but I hope you can see why limiting certificates of ownership of a digital file in this way to do art sales is suspicious and kind of weird. We have had secure methods of demonstrating creation and ownership of a digital file for a long time if we really wanted it to be about “ownership” but it wouldn’t stop people just screenshotting all the same. That’s why so many artists will offer the option to pay for ACCESS to the files and we still depend largely on the honor system! As they’ve been saying with piracy all these years, anyone who was going to pay for it would have, and all we can do is give people convenient, accessible ways to get the content they want to try and prevent them from stealing it, and some people always will because they think it should all be free. (And I’m not here to pass judgement on that! I’ve been on the internet a long time lol.) I just wanted to get this out because people got so up in arms about the ecological impact of NFTs (and rightly in a lot of ways! Sure!) and missed the part where the fine art business is MONEY LAUNDERING. Also idk but the fact that all the NFT stuff can literally just shut down and be gone forever isn’t really secure finances. You can tell me that it’s spread out on a bunch of computers so it doesn’t just disappear when one goes down, but it doesn’t appear to be so seamless in practice, and like all currency, we have to agree collectively that it’s worth something for it to be worth anything. https://www.businessinsider.com/what-happens-to-digital-art-nft-servers-shut-down-2021-3

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mcbigbang · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the second McHanzo Reverse Bang! Sign ups start on October 5th, until then just share this post and spread the word!

Schedule:

5th October - 20th November - Sign ups

21st - 26th November - Art Submissions

27th - 30th November - Art previews, Claims and Match ups

12th - 13th December - First partner check ins( to make sure everyone is in contact)

20th - 25th January - Second partner check ins

20th - 25th February - Final check ins and Posting schedule

March - Posting (exact dates TBA)

These dates are subject to minor changes during the course of the event. All changes will be announced ahead of time.

Guidelines and important info to know before you sign up

Every participant should follow the central event blog or join the Discord, and be aware of the schedule so that everything can be done on time (reminders will be posted before each major part of the event, but please don’t make the mods have to message you personally because you forgot to send things in)

All check ins and submissions are going to be done through emails, however only the admin and one mod will have access to the event email and your email address will not be visible to anyone else

Emails are gathered in the sign up form only so that you can get a copy of your form and your confirmation email from us

The art you submit for claims should be a rough sketch, so the claims are as anonymous as possible; writers should pick the art based on the idea and not who the artist is

If you’re not comfortable posting a longer story on one day, this event may not be for you

If you’re not comfortable sharing your wip with your partner, this event may not be for you

FAQ (below the cut)

What is a Reverse Bang? A Reverse Bang is kind of the opposite of a Big Bang; an event that spans over a couple of months, where artists come up with idea concepts and draw art, and writers write stories based on that art.

How do I participate? To participate, you just have to sign up. Artists can immediately start working out their ideas and sketching stuff.

What do I have to create? Artists have to create at least 1 finished piece of art that includes Hanzo, McCree, or McHanzo, and 1 small banner for the project as a whole with the story title and both partner names.

Writers have to write a story based on the art that is at least 8 000 words long.

Can I sign up as a writer and an artist? Definitely, if you think you can manage it! Just keep in mind that this may be a lot of work for you.

Can I sign up if I already have a partner? Of course! You both need to fill out the sign up form and fill out the necessary info (there is a category for this as well). You won’t go through the claims process unless you want to do more than one project, but everything else is the same.

Where and when do I post? For this event, artists will have to post on Tumblr (and you can post on any other site as well, but the Tumblr post is mandatory). The reason for this is that you will be creating the archive posts yourself so I don’t have to repost the art on the blog. Posting will be explained in detail a bit later on.

Each writer and artist pair will get a specific day during the posting period on which you post your works in full. This means the story has to be fully posted on the assigned day.

What happens if I have to drop out? That’s okay, it happens and it’s not a problem, just make sure to email or message us to let us know as soon as possible. Please understand that dropping out after claims means you’re leaving your partner alone and we need time to find them someone else to work with, so letting the mods know as soon as possible is important. We don’t need to know why you’re leaving, just that you are!

Can I post teasers of my work? Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to post snippets or teasers because all entries have to be completely new and never posted. You should share your work with your partner and the mods for check ins if asked to do so, but other than that it should remain unposted until March. Sharing with the other participants in the Discord server is okay after claims go through.

Can other ships be included in the project? You’re more than welcome to add other ships and characters to your work, as long as the story is focused on McCree, Hanzo, or their relationship, whatever kind it may be. The type of their relationship, romantic or platonic, is completely up to you. However, please refrain from incestuous relationships or ships where one person is underage.

What do claims look like? Claims for the Reverse Bang will work the same as for the Big Bang: artists will submit sketches of their work with a short description of what the finished piece will look like. Writers will then get access to the art file and they will have a day to look through all entries, before picking their top 5 and submitting them in the claims file. The claims will be on a first come, first serve basis.

What’s different this time? Unlike the previous run of the Reverse Bang, artists will not include any prompts or ideas this time around for claims. You will be asked to submit just a sketch of the art, and all claims will be based on that. Once you’re partnered up, the way you brainstorm and figure out ideas for the story is solely between you and your writer, but it goes without saying that artists should approve of the story idea before the story is written (unless agreed upon otherwise between the artist and writer).

If there’s anything we didn’t cover here, don’t hesitate to send an ask or a DM!

#mchanzo #mchanzo reverse bang

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stressedkitkatttt · 4 years ago

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In Control(Let The Games Begin Part 3, Dirtier Version)

This is for the people who wanted it dirty with Zabdiel. I have little to say about this - enjoy! It's basically the same, only the smut part is different. And also sorry if it isn't that good... I don't really like getting tied up so I don't know how that shit goes down... But I tried so that counts, right?

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Dom!Zabdiel, SMUT, oral, BDSM elements(bondage), overstimulation, gets a little real in some parts, y'all wanted nasty so I give you nasty(lmao I tried), but it's definitely dirtier than my original idea for this story.

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take my stories and post them somewhere else without my EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else's stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog my stories, you may NOT repost my stories without MY PERMISSION.

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The boys started early; an interview in the morning followed by a small fan meet and greet, which takes a long while to finish up. All the boys were having fun. All except one, that is. You noticed that Zabdiel was acting rather strange today. Of course, he covered it in front of the cameras and fans but when he was out of sight, he just seemed.... off. You've rarely ever seen him like this; the last time you did someone had pushed his last nerve and he hadn't hesitated to rip the poor guy a new one before going back to the bus and not showing his face for the rest of the night.

The question now is either who pissed him off or was it a personal problem? You decide to take a chance knowing that Zabdiel would never lay a finger on you. As far as chewing you out, you weren't so sure. You keep an eye on him for the time being to look for any signs that he might lash out on certain people. Nothing. Every person that came up to him didn't seem to piss him off so now you're beginning to think that it was a personal problem he was dealing with. And you wanted to know what it was.

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Backstage of tonight's show was tense, the air was electric, and the boys were smiling like crazy from the thrill of going out on stage. Even Zabdiel, who had been grumpy all day, had a smile playing at his lips. You wished the boys good luck and watched as they went out on stage to their respective positions before starting - the crowd of screaming fangirls and boys going absolutely wild.

You watched how fluidly their movements matched. You watched Zabdiel and noticed that the way he moved his hips was just a little harder than they should be. The boys were so in sync this time around. Your tongue pokes out to lick your lips as dirty thoughts of how all the boys could show you those sinful moves. It wasn't the first time you'd thought about having all of them at the same time but that was one fantasy you kept to yourself. Maybe one day it'll become a reality. Sure, they share you already but doing it with each other at the same time could raise some problems. So until then, this is one fantasy you wanted to indulge by yourself.

You're snapped from your thoughts as a production assistant came up beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him. "Come with me, Ali needs your help." You take one last look at the boys before following the PA down a hallway. After helping out Ali, you come backstage just in time to see the boys say goodbye to their fans before running backstage. They each grab a towel and wipe off the sweat from their foreheads and necks. You help the boys remove the equipment from their shirts and handing them off to some backstage worker. The boys stayed around to talk; buzzing about how well tonight's show went. All except for Zabdiel, who walked off first chance he got.

Everyone watched as he walked off down the hall to his dressing room. "Tal vez sólo está cansado?" Erick says. Everyone seemed to leave it at that and continued on talking about their performance. You, however, decided to follow the tall Puerto Rican. You walk all the way to his dressing room door and you take a deep breath and knock twice. There was some shuffling before the door opened and revealed a shirtless Zabdiel, who's pants were hanging just a little lower than necessary. He didn't say anything but he stepped to the side to let you in. Once you were in, the door was closed and locked.

You turn to face him, watching as he walks past you and to the small couch, collapsing onto it with a small huff. You decide to sit on the chair close to the mirror. There's a silence that's fallen in the room. You decide to break it. "You gonna tell me what's going on?" He doesn't reply but keeps his eyes on you.

"There is nothing wrong." He replies after a few moments. You scoff at the horrible lie. He may hold a good facade against everyone else except you. You had a sixth sense of knowing when someone is lying. And you can't even count the number of times you've caught people in their bullshit.

You cock a brow at his response, hardening your gaze a little. It never took much for the boys to crack when they're around you. Zabdiel was no exception. "Zabdiel, I've known you for close to three and a half years. You know you can't lie to me." He sighs and nods in defeat.

"Vale, vale... tú ganas." He shows his hands. "Siento que no tengo ningún control. Todos el mundo siempre nos dice qué hacer. Sin embargo, nunca nos preguntan si es lo que queremos hacer." He takes a deep breath. "Me estresa, siento que no tengo control." You take a moment to process what he just said. You make a mental note to tear management a new one for not considering how the boys feel or what they want. You look at Zabdiel, who had his face buried in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. He needed you tonight, that was a given. Now whether that meant stress relief through sex or talking to a friend was entirely up to him.

You get up and walk over to the tall blonde and sit down next to him. You place a hand on his back and gently rub circles. You feel him lean against your touch and sigh contently. You try to hold in your impure thoughts at the feeling of his back muscles tensing and relaxing, trying so hard you don't realize you've stopped massaging his back. He turns to look at you and sees you're lost in your own thoughts. He reaches up a hand to gently cup your cheek, which takes you out of your thoughts.

The smirk on his lips tells you he knew exactly what you were thinking. You see his eyes darken and he suddenly grabs your hips, dragging you into his lap and unleashes a searing kiss upon your lips. You moan and grip his hair, letting him take control. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, breath fanning across your face.

"Yo necesito," he whispers, "pero no aquí."

~~~~ You and the boys finally reached the hotel and file out of the van. The trip over from the venue was silent, the boys either listening to music or resting their eyes for a brief moment. You all grab your suitcases and hotel room keys before heading to the elevator. You stand between Zabdiel and Erick, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. The doors open and you follow the boys out. Thankfully, you didn't have to put up a fight with any of the boys because of the concert. They all head to their respective rooms and bunk down for the night. You follow Zabdiel and realize that your rooms are right next to each other. How convenient.

You put your stuff inside your room before knocking on Zabdiel's door. It opens immediately and he is quick to move you inside. The second the door closes, Zabdiel is on you and pushing you against the wall, placing his knee in between your legs. He quickly takes your hands and pins them above your head with one hand. His kiss is hot and he instantly takes control. He pulls away and looks down at you squirming against him. "I'm in control tonight." You look up at him.

"I noticed," you reply. He leans back in and kisses you again. The three years you've known him, he was never this rough with you. Sure, he liked to be on top, sometimes even letting you dominate him if he felt like switching it up, but he was never this... aggressive. Not that you were complaining.

He pulls away and picks you up, shoving you down onto the bed and pinning you down with his weight. "Are you okay with this?" He suddenly asked. You look at him and nod.

"You aren't the first person to dominate me like this, Zabdie." You reply, licking your lips. He leaned down to place his lips by your ear, his breaths sending little shocks down your body.

"Maybe not, but I'll be the one you won't forget." He gets up and walks over to his duffle bag, pulling something out but keeping it out of your sight. He finally turns around, keeping whatever he had behind his back as he walks back over to the bed. "Come here." He commands. You crawl over to him and sit on your knees in front of him, waiting for his next command.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks one more time, hand coming down to cup your cheek. You nod and he isn't satisfied. "Use your words, nena.”

"Yes Zabdiel, I am okay with this." He nods in approval before pulling out a long silk ribbon from behind his back. He places it down beside you and quickly removes your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, a very pleasant surprise for him. He moans as your breasts bounce free. He grabs the silk and you place your hands out in front of you, letting him tie the ribbon.

He takes a step back to admire the way you look. Topless, hands tied in front of you, and the innocent look you're giving him just adds to his arousal. He reaches a hand out and cups your cheek. You lean into the touch and look him in the eyes, pulling the most innocent look you can. He groans and swipes his thumb over your lips. You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it. His eyes darken, his other fingers tighten around your jaw. "Did I say you could do that, princesa?" His voice is deeper than normal; more dominating. You lick a final stripe over his thumb and pull away, a coy smirk on your lips.

"No papi."

"Entonces, por qué lo hiciste?" His accent was thick.

"Because I can." A wide grin spreads across your face and you can see the wheels turning in his head. Your eyes trail down for a split second and you notice the twitch in his pants. He likes it when you disobey him. He takes a moment before replying.

"We haven't even started and you're already disobeying me, nena," his grip tightens around your jaw. He suddenly moves you back and pushes you into the bed. Your head lands on the pillows and the bed dips beside your head. You watch as he grasps the silk and moves your hands above your head, tying the end of the ribbon on the headboard. You tug but the knot doesn't budge.

Zabdiel moves down to the edge of the bed and you watch as he begins to undress. He quickly removes his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers. Your eyes trail down his toned chest and to his prominent bulge. He reaches down and palms himself for a few moments and you clench your thighs together. He climbs onto the bed and crawls up until he reaches your legs. He rubs your legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and looking at you with dark eyes. "Open your legs, amol."

You smirk and keep them closed. He sighs and places his hands on your knees and pulls them open. The sudden smack against your ass made you jump in surprise, letting out a small moan slip past your lips. "The more you disobey me, the longer it will take you to cum. Only good girls get to cum." You nod and open your legs some more, allowing him easier access to your heat. He runs his hands up and down your sides before finally deciding to unbutton your pants and pull down the zipper. He slowly takes off your pants and drags them down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear.

Once they're off, he throws them in a corner and focuses on your clothed cunt. He slowly runs his finger over the fabric and applying a little bit of pressure, just enough to give you a tingling sensation but not enough to give you any relief. You begin to squirm the more he teases you. He stops and pulls away from you, landing a smack on your ass. You moan again. "You like it when I spank you, don't you? Such a dirty girl you are." He rubs your thighs and you calm down.

Soon enough, you feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down. He groans at the sight of your glistening cunt and begins to stroke your clit with his finger. "Already wet?" He asks, looking up. You moan and dig your head into the pillows. "What do you want? Dime." It was a loaded question, he knew what you wanted but he was in control and he wanted to hear it.

You lift your head to look Zabdiel in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me." He doesn't waste a moment and quickly pushes in one of his fingers, followed by another one. He begins to thrust his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure to drag his fingertips against your walls. You begin to moan and push your hips against his fingers, pushing them against your soft spot. When he pulls away suddenly and smacks your thigh, you groan in frustration. You look at him again. "Why'd you stop, Zabdie?"

"You take what I give you. Remember, the more you act up, the longer it will take for you to cum. If you keep this up, you won't be cumming at all tonight." He threatens. He suddenly leans up and his hand lands around your throat. You look up at him with big eyes. "And what's my name?"

"Zabdiel." You reply, smirking when his hand tightens, knowing damn well that's not what he wanted to hear. You were expecting him to smack your ass again but you watched in shock as he just shrugged and pulled away. You watched, mouth agape, as he climbed off the bed and removed his boxers, letting his dick slap against his stomach. Your eyes are instantly drawn to his dick and your pussy clenches around nothing. He begins to stroke himself, making a little show of how his hand fits perfectly around his dick and how he moves up and down. "What are you doing?"

He raises a brow, "You seem so keen on not wanting to cum tonight, so I might as well get myself off tonight and leave you here." You bite your lip as he continues stroking himself, letting out little moans here and there. He was never really vocal during sex. You tug on your restraints but couldn't get free. You can only take so much before you break.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry papi," you whisper out, clenching your thighs. Who knew watching Zabdiel get himself off would make you this hot and bothered? He stops his hand and looks at you.

"What did you say? I can't hear you."

"I said, I'm sorry papi. I really do want to cum." He approaches the bed again and places himself between your thighs.

"But you sure aren't acting like it."

"I promise I'll be a good girl from now on. Just please..."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me until I can't walk papi! Por favor, no puedo tomarlo más!"

"Okay. I'll be nice. If you disobey me one more time, however, I will leave you tied up and you will not cum at all." You nod and lay your head back down into the pillows. He spreads your legs once more and slips a finger in. You moan out and it takes every ounce of self-control to not buck your hips. Just be a good girl and you can cum is all that repeats in your head. He adds a second finger and you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach growing bigger the more he brushes his fingers along your walls and sweet spot.

"Fuck, papi, I'm close." He encourages you to let go, rubbing your clit with his thumb and that's all that it takes for you to cum. You buck your hips into his hand and he watches as your juice flows out onto his hand, thoroughly coating his fingers. He pulls them out and licks one finger clean. He reaches over your body, tapping his finger against your lips and you take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

"So sweet, mami." He says as he pulls away and scoots down, coming face to face with your wet cunt. "I want a better taste..." He suddenly flattens his tongue against your core and begins to lick a stripe, collecting most of your juices only for your body to produce more of it. He grabs ahold of your thighs and gives them a light smack every time they try to close around him. You're panting as he continues his assault on your pussy, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching.

"I'm close a-again, papi," you moan out. When he adds his finger again, you're cumming around him again, clenching hard. You feel a little lightheaded after your last orgasm, which was stronger than the first one. "Papi..."

"Hmm?" He hums against your core, tongue not letting up.

"I want you to... fuck me please." You reply, the feeling of his tongue getting to be just a little overstimulating. He pulls away just a little and looks at you.

"But I am, amol, mira," he drags his finger against your walls.

"N-no, not with your fingers."

"Do you want my mouth?" He begins to lower his head again, tongue poking out ever so slightly to brush against your sensitive clit.

"No... I want... Necesito tu polla, papi, por favor!" You raise your voice. He smirks, satisfied with your answer, and makes his way up your body. He rubs his tip against your entrance and you jerk at the sensation. You know that he won't go easy on you for the last round, and it's going to take all your energy away. He pushes in, your juices from your two orgasms making it easy to slip himself in all the way. Once he bottoms out you both moan. Your hands feel weak from being tied for so long and you tug at them, knowing it wouldn't do anything. Zabdiel begins to move his hips, pulling out slowly and pushing back in slowly. He makes sure you feel every inch of him against your walls. He leans down and his voice makes the hairs on your neck stand.

"Come on, nena, you can cum one more time, right? For me?" He whispers, lips attaching to your neck as his hands grip the sheets. His thrusts are stuttering and he is getting close himself, from both teasing himself earlier and your tight walls. You don't hold back on being vocal, telling him how good he feels inside you and how you like it when he dominates you. With you whispering dirty nothings into his ear, it serves to bring him closer to the edge.

Shifting his weight to his forearm, one hand slips down your bodies and lands a smack on your ass that echoes in the room. You moan loudly and he repeats the action a few more times, your pussy clenching him tighter each time. You're clenching hard around him and he's losing his rhythm, so he moves his hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit while whispering, "Look at you; taking all of me like a good girl. Such a good girl."

You feel the knot snap and your strongest orgasm yet overtakes you. Your back arches slightly, as much as you can while still being tied up, and you let his name fall off your lips like a prayer. He watches in awe as you come undone beneath him. Seeing you like this, knowing he was the one to bring you to this point, is all it takes before he coats your insides and collapsing beside you. He leans up beside you and unties your hands, tossing the silk somewhere behind him.

"Was that too much?" He looks at you with concern in his eyes. You cup his cheek and kiss him on the lips. When you pull away, you reply.

"No. I would tell you if it was too much. In fact, I would probably let you do this again." His eyes widened slightly.

"You would?"

You shrug and smile. "Yeah." You yawn and collapse on your side. "But right now I'm tired as hell and you have another busy day tomorrow." Another yawn interrupts you again and you relax into the bed. Zabdiel moves close behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you into his chest, spooning you. You close your eyes and sigh contently, letting yourself drift off into sleep.

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#cnco #cnco smut #cnco imagine #cnco zabdiel #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus smut #zabdaddy #cnco let the games begin

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thcllslnrd · 4 years ago

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Writing Commissions!!

Hello!! This is something I’ve been thinking about doing for a long time, but due to school starting up and the holidays just a few months away, I need it more than I ever really have. Covid has kinda put a halt on me getting a job in my area right now and I’m working to get my license, but sadly things have just been slow for me and I can’t afford to wait anymore. Due to all this, I’m officially holding writing commissions! Everything below is what you’ll need to know if you’re looking to buy my writing from me. If you’re not able to buy anything, please help signal boost with a repost or share with someone you know who might be interested!

BASIS INFO:

I have the right to turn down or deny any commission if I’m uncomfortable or don’t want to write what you’re asking of me.

I’ll send small updates of the piece as I’m writing it to show that there’s progress and to see if you like it so far, but I will not be sending the full piece until it’s been paid for in its entirety.

Questions count as updates. If I’m asking about anything related to the the piece, more than likely I’m just pausing to ask/double check with something.

If I go over a discussed limit, whether it’s page or word length, there’s no charge! Call it my treat for commissioning me in the first place :)

Yes I can write smut and I have in the past, but considering I’m a minor, I’m not going to be posting and/or writing it for profit.

Orders over $30 come with a free gift of choice! So far I’m thinking of either an aesthetic mood board or a short Spotify playlist of one of the characters or ship, but if you have any other ideas or something specific you’d like, I’ll see what I can do.

When writing OC’s, I’ll need some sort of detailed spreadsheet or file so I have a good idea about who I’m writing for you. I’ll probably ask questions while I write just in case, but having a big sheet of basic info is still needed.

My first (and only) language is English. I can always sprinkle in bits of a second language, but unless you know the other language you’re requesting and I can ask you for translations, I’ll have to use Google Translate.

PRICING:

0.01 per word (100 words = $1, 1,000 words = $10)

$1 per 1 hour of research time (0.50 for a half hour, etc)

OC’s are an additional $2 per character, for self insert/cross canon only! There’s no extra charge necessary if I’m writing you’re characters only. (1 insert OC = $2, 4 insert OC’s= $8, etc.)

I’m currently taking payments over PayPal and I will send you a link to my page to send in your payment once we’ve finalized what you want and how much you’re paying. I’m looking into making a Cashapp account as well, but I’ve also made an Amazon wish list where you could order something of the same price range as an alternate from of payment.**

WRITING:

I’ll write pretty much anything as far as subject matter and character goes, so I’m listing the things I won’t do instead. I’ll also have some in the tags, but to put it all out there, here’s a docs page full of characters, ships, fandoms, and subjects that I know I like to write about.

DON’TS:

Smut

The act of rape/sexual abuse/vore (reference talk or mentions is a different story)

Pedophilia

Incest

Sexual age regression

CONTACT INFO:

You can DM me here on Tumblr: @thcllslnrd

My Instagram DM’s are open as well! And yes, the account is blank as far as posts right now (I plan on posting mostly art stuff soon), but it’s mine and active: @.thcllslnrd

My twitter: @.thcllslnrd

Standard email address: [email protected]

And my Linktree for any other places I’m active/signed up for!

**Edit: New forms of payment added/in the works!

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sheisraging · 5 years ago

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I’m not going to link to the repost because I’ve learned that people have a tendency to skip over what you’re actually saying and just reblog the reposted content as if it’s just another post.

I feel like it should go without saying, but apparently not: saving someone else’s work and posting it to your own blog, credit or not, is reposting and it’s not cool. It’s not okay. Don’t do it.

Cropping someone else’s work and posting it to your own blog is also reposting. It is JUST as much, maybe more so of a dick move. Don’t do that shit either.

ALSO, pro tip: Don’t message a giffer on anon, ask them to change their message settings so you can talk to them privately, DM them to say you’ve reposted their content but credited them, ask if it’s okay and promise to take their stuff down if it’s not, promise to never do it again, and then have something up by the next morning. This is also, SHOCKINGLY, not cool.

I don’t know what it is about this fandom and rampant reposting, but I’ve seen it more here than in any other I’ve been a part of. I don’t know if it sounds silly to people who don’t actually make gifs (or other edits) to see people complaining about reposting, but the kind of tedious work that goes into creating these kinds of files is mind-numbing and frustrating beyond all belief.

Attempting to save a file 20 times only to have it consistently be 1KB over the gif limitation and have to fight with the allowable max of 256 colors, figure out which frames we’re willing to sacrifice to get there. Shutting down Photoshop 10 times in the process because the scratch disks are too full to run the program any longer...

We do it because we genuinely enjoy it, but we also do it because this is our way of contributing to fandom.

If you want to share a gif makers’s content, then reblog it from the source. “Credit to the artist” “Credit to the original owner” or crediting the person you saved it from is not the same as reblogging and rightfully sourcing that work.

When you’re trying to figure out if it’s okay to post a gif natively on your blog or not, the way to find that out is really easy:

Ask yourself: Did I make this, or did someone else?

If the answer is: Someone else made it, and I saved it to my computer/phone/whatever device.

Then: Don’t be a dick. If you post it, you’re a reposter. Go reblog it from the original source.

#reposting #gif making #tumblr #fandom

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vrainsweek · 5 years ago

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VRAINS WEEKS “LINK-14″ - Daily Prompts 2019

Hello again Minna-saaaaaaan!

How are yooou? Did you miss me? Did you miss the 2 weeks we were talking about Vrains and Vrains only? Yes I missed them, too. =D So I sat down and started thinking about the prompts for these year’s Vrains Weeks. But first a little information! As some of you remember I asked for another name for the Vrains Weeks because...”Vrains Weeks” sounds too normal and kinda boring even if any of you understand what they are. (I had a minute I wanted to call them Double Week but that was even worse.) So I asked around if you guys have an idea how to call them and actually... One person had the perfect idea! So first let me introduce to you the new name of the Vrains Weeks:

Link-14 (Weeks)

And I think it fits. 2 Weeks have 14 days and everyone in the Vrains fandom knows what you mean when you say “Link-”. My special thanks for this name go to @mythicalartisttm Thank you so so much, my brain never ever would have thought this way!

Thank you! Danke! ありがとう！

Before we start with the newest Vrains Prompts for 2019 let’s take a look at the rules again (So noone can say they didn’t read or find them!)

NO Bashing of ANY content! That means no BASHING or INSULTING over any Headcanons, Theories, Shippings, Works and and and.

NO NSFW. Sexual and / or Gore content or similar for some people in a fandom are exciting ofc but since I can’t control the age of this blog’s followers I have to keep this free for minors. Also I hope this will keep triggers away from some followers.

NO Copying, Stealing or Reposting of other people’s work! Not even with credits! This is unfair and really NOT a way to show YOUR content. Also you hurt the real artist with this and we don’t want and don’t need this. YouTube Videos musiclinks or similar for special topics for a day are excluded as long as credits such as the directlink are included. (Please contact me if someone reposted your art over the #vrainsweek or #VRLINK14 tag)

Don’t forget! If you break one of those rules you will be banned from VRAINS WEEKS! Also I want to inform you that every content is allowed as long as it doesn’t break the rules. Drawings, Cosplay, Theories, AUs, everything aslong as it fits with the topic!

About the tag you have to use to find your work you can use 2 tags now:

You can still stick with the #vrainsweek from last year or use #VRLINK14

I will look at both of them to check your guys’ works. Just don’t forget to tag! Ok, here we go! Ready for the 2019 prompts?

Monday (15th July 2019)

“Favorite Headcanon” To start the Link-14 weeks let’s begin with something easy. Show me your most favorite Headcanon you had so far after 2 years of Vrains. Draw something, describe it, whatever you like! It doesn’t matter if this headcanon is old or brand new just show us you always wanted to show all of us!

Tuesday (16th July 2019)

“Androids” Wouldn’t it be great if we see the Other Ignis as Andoids as well? Or even Yusaku and the others? I wonder how they survive in the real world? Do they eat like normal humans? Will they ever feel tired? How would the Ignis look like? Aaaah so many questions~

Wednesday (17th July 2019)

“Happy Hot Dog Day!” Of course the newest LINK-14 Week again is the same date as the National Hot Dog Day as well! And again you can do whatever you like aslong as it includes a Hot Dog (I am sorry if it sounds a bit NSFW But I DON’T MEAN IT THAT WAY ///)

Thursday (18th July 2019)

“Babies”

Last year we had a prompt which I wanted you to put our favorite characters into adults. This time let’s go back in time and show them as little kids and babies.

I think Vrains has too less of some past shots from when our favorites where small and cute, let’s change that!

Friday (19th July 2019)

“Memories”

Thinking of the past can be beautiful but also pretty cruel. We all know that everyone of us thinks of the past knowing that it made us what we are today. So do Yusaku and the others. They think of the past and appreciate every memory they have no matter if they are hurt- or beautiful.

Saturday (20th July 2019)

“Gaming Champs”

Ok ok so... I played some League of Legends a while ago and suddenly I thought: “How would Yusaku look like as a LoL champ?” I went too far and even thought about his skills but hey! Wouldn’t that be a great prompt as well? If you guys are actually gaming something why don’t you put Yusaku or Ryoken or whoever you like into a game? No matter if it’s an MMO or something like Super Mario or Sims 4 or whatever you like. Maybe...I will design Yusaku as a LoL champ as well *laughs*

Sunday (21st July 2019)

“Vacations” We all are soo thirsty for a beach episode but it looks like we never get it...sadly ... *cries* BUT That’s why the LINK-14 Week is here for so let’s get the boys and girls into some sweet vacations! They really REALLY need a break! It doesn’t have to be the sea, send them wherever you want them to be. Another place, another country, wherever you like!

Monday (22nd July 2019)

“What if?” What if Ryoken / Revolver never was able to save the children from the Lost incident?

Tuesday (23rd July 2019)

“Share some music”

Music is my way to happiness I always say. What are the songs you relate the most to when you think of Vrains? It can be anything, songs to some AUs or to a special character or shipping or a scene you liked the most.

You can share Spotify playlists or YouTube Links or just the title and singers of the songs (Please don’t upload music files).

If you want you can use this prompt as well to show some relating from Vrains characters to music (For example Hanois as a band)

Wednesday (24th July 2019)

“Me when I watch VRAINS”

I am curious and maybe this prompt is a bit stupid but Vrains and the LINK-14 week only works with the people who actually watch Vrains. And I want to give you a “stage” cause you matter a lot! What do you look like when you watch VRAINS? (Describe it or draw it or even take a photo of it haha)

Thursday (25th July 2019)

“VRAINS goes Hollywood” So I have two tasks and whatever you like more is what you gonna do: Drawers: Redraw a movie cover / movie poster from whatever movie with Vrains characters. Writers: Take a scene of a movie you love and rewrite that scene with Vrains characters. Those movies can be anything (Disney, Marvel, Ghibli or other Animes, Romance movies or Hunger Games stuff) as long as they still fit with the LINK-14 Rules.

Friday (26th July 2019)

“VRAINS Manga”

I don’t know how long we will wait till we finally get a VRAINS Manga But we all have a lot of imaginations of how it will be. So share!

Saturday (27th July 2019)

“Happy Birthday!”

Imagine it’s Yusaku’s birthday. No other comments needed just be creative ;D

Sunday (28th July 2019)

“???” This day will be a surprise. Just wait till 28th July to see what’s up.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER!! DON’T FORGET TO TAG YOUR POSTS WITH #vrainsweek or #VRLINK14!!!!!!

See ya in July Minna-san!!

Choco

Note: I got the render pic of Yusaku for the header from here: LINK ME

#vrainsweek #VRLINK14 #yugioh zexal #vrains #vrainsdays

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gwentoryfics · 5 years ago

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hyunggu what was your reaction when you saw the mc in the elevator?

Hot for Teacher, Part 5.5.

Genre | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

Pairing | Hongseok x Reader x Hyunggu (Kino)

Words | 1.5k

Summary | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Warnings | None

Parts | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • More Coming Soon

Note | Basically I planned this scene for Part 6, but this seemed like a great opportunity to re-write it from Kino’s point of view. Enjoy 🤗

The elevator slows to a halt, only one floor away from Kino’s destination - the sixth floor, where his dorm is situated. After stopping by the vending machines on the eleventh floor, his hands are now full of Doritos (his favorite late-night snack). He’s ready to binge-watch a few more episodes of Forensic Files and nothing can stop him.

Except her.

The doors slide open to reveal her image, and he’s taken aback for more than one reason. Not only is it unusual that he would see her in this dorm building (and well past midnight), but there’s clearly something wrong. He can tell from her disheveled hair and dripping wet dress.

“_____?” He murmurs her name, and she looks up at him, clearly just as surprised as he.

“Kino…” She sounds weak, defeated.

This isn’t right. He’s never seen her so distraught. Frowning worriedly, he offers, “Do you want to come over?” No matter what put her in this state, he needs to be there for her. She’s one of Kino’s best friends; of course he wants to take care of her.

With a gentle nod, she steps onto the elevator. She seems a little wobbly, and she smells faintly of liquor. Kino is about to reach out and steady her when she leans back against the wall of the elevator, supporting herself.

Kino suddenly remembers his last encounter with her drunken self - that explicit voicemail she left when she thought she had dialed someone else. Even though she made it clear that the message wasn’t meant for him, he has to wonder how things could be different if it had been his.

What if she had meant everything she said in that voicemail, and she was as hopelessly attracted to him as the voicemail made her sound? How would he have responded then?

He doesn’t know.

She’s certainly cute. That much is undeniable. And she’s incredibly easy to get along with. Kino had so much fun with her at karaoke, and she’s definitely one of the better friends he’s made at university.

But when it comes to more than friendship, he’s just not sure what he would want. He hasn’t really thought about it too much because he doesn’t want to risk losing her friendship.

Kino lets her into the dorm, quietly letting her know that his roommate is asleep in their shared bedroom. “You don’t have to whisper, though. He’s a heavy sleeper, and you can’t hear much in there when the door is closed.”

She just nods, slipping out of her heels. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course,” Kino immediately responds, but then he holds up a finger. “Actually, hold on a sec.”

He slips into the bedroom for a moment and digs around in the pitch black for a t-shirt and shorts. Her dress is completely wet and can’t possibly be comfortable, so the least he can do is give her something else to wear.

She gratefully accepts his clothing, and she’s in the bathroom just long enough to make him worry if she’s doing alright. But just as he’s about to check in on her, she reemerges.

“Kinooooo…” She groans as she comes into the living room, plopping down on the couch next to him. She leans over, resting her head on his shoulder and tucking her legs up onto the couch. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cancelled our plans.”

Is that what’s bothering her? “It’s okay. I know that stuff comes up.” He doesn’t know exactly why she cancelled, but that doesn’t really matter. She hadn’t said much, just that she needed a raincheck for tonight.

Suddenly she sits up and looks right at him. “It was a shit night, Kino, and we would have had fun. We would have had so much fun, and I just want to eat barbecue - God I could go for some barbecue right now…”

Kino frowns. So something else is wrong. “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”

Dramatically, she collapses back onto the couch. “I made out with Wooseok.”

What?

The sudden confession catches him entirely off guard. He’s aware that she’s been tutoring him, but he didn’t realize that they were close. Or that she was into him.

The most confusing part of it all, though, is the fact that he feels distinctly disappointed.

“You did?” He tries to sound unfazed, but he’s not sure if he’s convincing. “I… didn’t realize you liked him.”

“I don’t know if I do.” She sighs. “I don’t know what to think. It was sort of an accident.”

Kino’s caring-mode goes into overdrive. “Did he force himself on you?”

“No! No. It’s… I wanted to. I just… ugh I’m so tired. Can I stay over?”

He doesn’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, of course you can stay. But I need you to drink some water before you go to sleep, okay?” She doesn’t seem out-of-her-wits drunk, but he needs to make sure that he’s at least somewhat hydrated so she doesn’t feel like death in the morning.

“What about some more tequila?” She giggles, grabbing his arm playfully.

“No.” He laughs, unable to be stern with her. “You need water.”

“Ugh, I knowww… That’s why my dress is wet.”

Kino gets up from the couch to fetch her some water. “What happened with that, anyway?”

“I did the same thing you’re doing now.” She padded behind him, following him into the kitchen, watching him fill the glass. “I told Wooseok we needed some water, but neither one of us finished, and so we just put the cups on the counter, and then he put me on the counter, and then he took off my underwear and-”

“Whoa! I don’t need all the details.” Kino interrupts her, not really wanting to hear any more of her ramblings about Wooseok and what he did or didn’t do to her tonight. He holds out the water to her. “Drink.”

She gulped it down way too fast, handing back the empty cup. “There. I did it.”

“I’m proud of you.” Kino places the cup in the sink to be washed at a later time, and then he grabs his collection of Doritos from the counter. “I know it’s not barbecue, but do you want some chips?”

“Hell yeah I want some chips.” Like a vulture, she swoops in, grabbing one of the snack-size bags from Kino’s hands. “Why do you have so many?”

Shrugging, Kino leads the way back to the couch. “I just like them.”

Mid-crunch, she blabs, “They’re goooood.” Without any sort of prompting, she reclines across the couch, resting the back of her head on Kino’s thigh.

He just chuckles. “Please, make yourself at home.”

She gives him a stupid smile and shoves another chip in her mouth. “Hey, Kino… Have you had your heart broken before?”

The question catches him off guard, but he thinks for a moment. “Yeah, but it wasn’t really a big deal. It just felt like the worst thing in the world at the time. But that was years ago, so…”

“What happened?”

He looks down at her, innocently munching on her cheesy chips. “I had a crush in high school, and when I confessed they just laughed at me.”

She frowns. “That wasn’t very nice of them.”

“It’s whatever. I went on to have other relationships and it wasn’t really a big deal.”

“You’re probably too good for them, anyway. You’re so fun. And talented. And clever. They probably had zero personality and a poo brain.”

Kino laughs warmly. “A poo brain?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

Without thinking, Kino’s non-cheesy hand comes to rest on his lap, his fingers gently stroking her hair. He just feels so comfortable being close with her that he doesn’t even realize it might be a weird gesture.

“Mm.” She hums softly, closing her eyes. “That’s nice.”

“You like it?” He drags his fingers across her scalp.

“Mhm.” Her whole face relaxes for just a moment, and then she frowns slightly. “I think he has a girlfriend.”

“Who does?”

“The guy I like. Liked. I don’t know.”

“…The guy from the voicemail?”

She nods, eyes finally coming open. “I saw him tonight and it was awful.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s a secret.”

Kino’s hand passes over her hair one more time, enjoying the feel of it. “I’m sorry that it was so awful. You’re probably too good for him, too. Clearly he’s got a severe case of poo brain if he picked someone else over you.”

Her laughter is sweet and bright, and it warms him. He’s always glad when he can make her laugh and lift her spirits. She murmurs, “Yeah, Professor Poo Brain.”

“Professor?” His hand pauses. She couldn’t mean that literally… right?

“Yeah he teaches his little poo brain class, he doesn’t even know how to add…”

What the hell is she talking about? “You’re not making any sense.”

She waves her hands, brushing him off. “It’s okay. It’s a secret. I want to sleep now.”

Kino desperately hopes that it’s just the alcohol making her spew nonsense. There’s no way she could be wrapped up in something with a professor…

Post Script | Thank you for reading! Please stay tuned for Part 6.

Update | Read Part 6 here!

#anonymous peach #game night with gwen #ask my muses: hft #ask my muses #ask game #gwen answers #kino #hyunggu #kino scenarios #hyunggu scenarios #kino fics #hyunggu fics #kino fic #hyunggu fic #kino angst #hyunggu angst

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kanasmusings · 6 years ago

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[Translation] QUELL “Matchless People” Track 2

Here’s track 2 of “Matchless People”~ It’s focused on Issei and Ichiru’s fight this time around~ The angst!! THE ANGST!!!! But don’t worry, it all gets better in the next tracks, I swear!!

Thank you again to Deea for sharing with me the files before I got mine~! Please don’t ask her for it as per her request and if I’m going to share mine, thank you ^^

※ Please don’t re-post these translations without permission. Instead of reposting, please just like/reblog instead ^^

Under the cut, enjoy~!

Track 02: [ケンカ] “Fight”

[0:00]

ISSEI: (slurping miso soup) Delicious…

ISSEI: This miso soup is so delicious, Eichi!

EICHI: I’m glad~

ISSEI: I want to try making it, too. Will you teach me how?

EICHI: Of course! Let’s make some together next time.

EICHI: Together with Icchi, too, okay?

ISSEI: … Oh yeah, Eichi… Can you bring some [miso soup] to Ichiru, too? I’m sure he’ll be happy.

EICHI: I don’t mind but… Are you sure I should do it?

ISSEI: Right now… I think he won’t accept it honestly if I went there.

SHU: Can I ask what happened?

ISSEI: … I think we just had a sibling fight. Probably…

EICHI: I asked this a while ago but… “Probably”?

ISSEI: I’m not mad at all so I was wondering if I could still call it a fight… Ah, but, it didn’t happen during work so we didn’t cause problems for anyone, don’t worry.

SHU: I’m not worried about that at all. There are times when we treat you like little kids but, you already act like adults compared to most people your age. We know that well.

EICHI: Exactly. Us being overprotective and going, “Are you okay?” or “Did you do this?” is just a bad habit of ours.

ISSEI: Ah…

SHU/EICHI: Hm?

ISSEI: That’s it…

EICHI: Uh… What is?

ISSEI: The cause of our fight.

ISSEI: Ichiru thinks a lot about others and even though he’s my younger brother, we’re still the same age.

ISSEI: He’s not someone who’s younger than me. And yet… I probably overdid it because I kept thinking that Ichiru’s my little brother.

ISSEI: I think Ichiru’s mad because of that.

SHU: What did you do at work today?

ISSEI: We appeared at a talk event at the shopping mall.

SHU: Ah, if I remember, you were the image talents for the new brand, right?

ISSEI: Yeah, that’s it. It was only a small stage so we weren’t really nervous and I was happy we got to see the people who came up close.

ISSEI: There were a lot of smiles so event-wise, I think it went well…

ISSEI: But, on the way back…

[02:48]

(fans cheering and screaming)

ISSEI: Thank you for coming to today’s event!

ICHIRU: Thank you! Go shopping, eat, and enjoy yourselves to your hearts’ content after this, too!

(fans continue to cheer)

(door opens and then closes)

ISSEI: (sighs)

ICHIRU: (sighs) Ah, it’s over~!

ISSEI: Yeah. I’m glad it ended safely.

ICHIRU: I was super nervous~! Ah, keep that a secret from Eichi, ‘kay?

ISSEI: (chuckles) Why not just say that you were nervous but it all went great?

ICHIRU: Nah! I wanna say that we were completely fine. If not then Eichi will be worried and come check on us ‘secretly’, you know?

ICHIRU: He has his own work to worry about and having to always be nervous is kinda… uncool…

ISSEI: (chuckles) I don’t think that being nervous is uncool at all. And even though he still worries, I feel like Eichi’s letting us do more things on our own.

ISSEI: It was Eichi who asked us if we wanted to go here on our own, wasn’t it?

ICHIRU: Well, that’s true and all but…

ISSEI: I want to be able to talk and discuss even about the little things.

ISSEI: Because right now we still can’t make really major decisions on our own yet.

ICHIRU: I got it… If Issei says so, then okay.

ISSEI: Ichiru?

ICHIRU: I’ll tell him properly! That’s fine, isn’t it?

ISSEI: Yeah… Let’s tell Eichi when we get back home.

ISSEI: But before that. (Issei goes to get something) Here, the boxed lunches that the staff prepared.

ISSEI: We couldn’t catch a break a while ago because we were moving around a lot but since we’re here, let’s have some.

ICHIRU: I’ll have some.

ISSEI: (smiles) Thought so. Here.

(The twins sit down to eat)

ICHIRU: Thank you for the food!

(Ichiru starts eating)

ICHIRU: Delicious.

(Issei snaps a picture)

ICHIRU: Hm? A picture?

ISSEI: Yep, wanna see?

ICHIRU: Yeah, I wanna~!

ICHIRU: Hm~ It looks totally delicious! Let’s send it to Eichi and Shu and brag about it.

ISSEI: That’s good too but… Ah, I know! Can I take a picture of Ichiru together with the boxed lunch?

ICHIRU: Me? I-I don’t really mind…

ISSEI: Okay. (Issei brings out his phone again) Alright, I’m taking it.

ISSEI: Okay~

ICHIRU: Smile~

(Issei snaps a picture)

ISSEI: (chuckles) See? It looks more beautiful with Ichiru in it compared to just the boxed lunch.

ICHIRU: Oh~! That looks dope!

ISSEI: If I’m not mistaken, this boxed lunch is being sold at the foodcourt. Do you think Shu and Eichi will be happy if we bought some for them?

ICHIRU: Uh… Wait, what time will Shu be home today anyway?

ISSEI: Ah, that’s right… If he comes home in the middle of the night, the boxed lunch might not be good anymore…

ISSEI: Maybe we can ask the shopkeeper how long the foods will keep for.

ICHIRU: Ya know, Issei, you’ve gotten better at taking pictures, huh?

ISSEI: R-really?

ICHIRU: Yeah! Is there a secret to it or something?

ISSEI: Hmm… I didn’t do anything special. I only press the shutter whenever I think something seems good [to take a picture of].

ICHIRU: Hmm… (Ichiru continues munching)

ISSEI: Alright then, I’ll have some, too. Thank you for the food.

(Issei starts eating)

ISSEI: It’s delicious! Ichiru, try some of this meat.

ICHIRU: I’ll have some!!—Is what I wanna say but, what about you?

ISSEI: I’ll have some but, I was wondering if you’d like a bite, too.

ICHIRU: Then, I won’t. You have to eat it.

ISSEI: Even though you like it more and I don’t really mind?

ICHIRU: That’s no good. In exchange, I’ll have some of that tomato!

ICHIRU: (Ichiru talks with the tomato in his mouth) You hafta eat properly when you’re tired.

ICHIRU: Eichi’s not gonna let you hear the end of it, y’know?

ISSEI: Hmmm… I see. I got it. (Issei starts eating again)

ICHIRU: If it was Eichi then I… might’ve eaten it though.

ISSEI: Hm, what did you say?

ICHIRU: Nothing! (Ichiru starts eating, too)

[07:35]

ICHIRU: Woah…! Amazing! There are so many shops.

ISSEI: Ichiru, your voice is a bit loud.

ICHIRU: …

ISSEI: I think it should be fine but there might still be some fans who came to the event a while ago.

ISSEI: We’d cause trouble for the shopping mall if we make unnecessary ruckus.

ICHIRU: I know that much.

(Ichiru starts walking away fast)

ISSEI: Ichi—(he stops himself from shouting Ichiru’s name) Wait!

(Issei runs after him)

ICHIRU: Oh! This is… (Ichiru tries some sunglasses on) This isn’t half bad!

ICHIRU: Ah, Issei, I’m over here.

ISSEI: So you were here… I panicked when I thought I lost you.

ICHIRU: Sorry, sorry. But there are a lot of shops so I got curious about things here and there.

ISSEI: Oh, here’s your umbrella, too.

ICHIRU: Ah!

ISSEI: I noticed it leaning somewhere when I went to check on your clothes.

ICHIRU: Oh, crap…! I completely forgot about it.

ISSEI: It’s fine since I’m here with you today but you have to be careful.

ICHIRU: Sorry… Anyway, what do you think of these glasses for fashion?

ISSEI: Yup, it suits you well.

ICHIRU: Alright! Then, let’s buy a matching pair~ If we have these on, it can hide our faces so we can walk freely, right?

ICHIRU: If it suits me then it definitely suits you, too! Here. (Ichiru puts the glasses on Issei)

ISSEI: …!

ICHIRU: See? I knew it’d look good. Look in the mirror.

ISSEI: Hm?

ISSEI: Oh… We really do look alike, huh…

ISSEI: But, it looks good with the outfit but I don’t think it works for a disguise.

ICHIRU: That’s not true! Just put on a hat with it and it’ll work.

ICHIRU: We’re not Shu anyway so we don’t have to worry about getting recognized much. It doesn’t look weird at all anyway.

ISSEI: That’s… Well, yeah.

ICHIRU: Right?! Then it’s decided. Ah but, maybe we should choose a different color for the frame…

ICHIRU: Hm…

ISSEI: Ichiru, after we buy that and check the foodcourt, let’s go home.

ICHIRU: We came all the way here so let’s play a bit more.

ICHIRU: I heard that there’s a petting zoo at the top floors! And then—

ISSEI: But… If we don’t come home early after a while, Eichi’s gonna get worried. Let me at least contact him first.

ICHIRU: Fine. Then, never mind. Let’s go home.

(Ichiru puts the sunglasses down walks away)

ISSEI: Eh? Ichiru?

[10:23]

ISSEI: Ichiru? Ichiru!

ICHIRU: Calling out with a loud voice is no good, right?

ISSEI: Ah… Yeah, that’s right…

ICHIRU: You know, even I can understand those nitpicky things even without being told!

ISSEI: Eh?

ICHIRU: I know that you’re just thinking about Shu and Eichi and I know that you don’t want to cause any trouble but…!

ICHIRU: But, what about you!?

ISSEI: Me?

ICHIRU: Be honest. You didn’t sleep much last night, did you?

ISSEI: That’s…

ICHIRU: I can tell that much just by looking at your face! But, didn’t you laugh and say you’re fine when Eichi was worrying about you this morning?

ISSEI: That’s… Because I thought I really felt okay.

ICHIRU: Didn’t you want to talk about even the little things before they became a problem?

ISSEI: … Th-that’s… yeah, you’re right… I said that…

ICHIRU: Even I can understand why you say stuff like that.

ICHIRU: You want to say “Don’t push yourself,” right? It means that we don’t have to work ourselves too hard, right?

ISSEI: Yeah…

ICHIRU: But, what about you!? You’re already so tired and yet you still want to go buy some boxed lunches. You even thought of giving me the meat from your lunch.

ICHIRU: You’re always pushing yourself so isn’t that kind of like lying?!

ISSEI: Lie…?! That’s not what I had in mind…

ISSEI: But… I’m sorry.

ICHIRU: Don’t apologize so easily if you didn’t plan any of it!

ISSEI: …

ICHIRU: You’re not wrong. I understand perfectly what you want to say. And yet…

ICHIRU: Don’t treat me like a kid all the time! We’re standing in the same place! We’re equals, aren’t we?!

(Ichiru walks away)

ISSEI: Ichiru…

==END==

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[Translation] QUELL “Matchless People” Track 3 - Part 2

Here’s part 2 of Track 3! This time, it focuses on Ichiru’s side of the fight ^^ I hope that the first part didn’t end in too much of a cliffhanger XD It runs from where part 1 left off until the end of the track.

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[11:03]

(Shu knocks on Ichiru’s door)

SHU: Ichiru, are you awake? Eichi made some delicious miso soup so I brought you some.

SHU: There’s some rice balls, too. A lot of things happened so I figured you’d be hungry.

(door opens)

SHU: (smiles) Ichiru.

ICHIRU: You’re… back home early today, Shu…

SHU: Yeah, I guess I am.

ICHIRU: I still haven’t told you this yet…

ICHIRU: Welcome home.

SHU: (chuckles) I’m home.

ICHIRU: That… I’ll have some.

SHU: Yes, please do. I ate some a while ago and it’s really delicious.

ICHIRU: Did Issei tell you to come check on me…?

SHU: No, I came here on my own and I volunteered to talk to you.

SHU: I wanted to talk to you.

ICHIRU: With me? About what…? Lecturing me?

SHU: (smiles) No. About a lot of things.

ICHIRU: Well… I don’t mind.

ICHIRU: I’ll go sit on the bed so sit wherever you like.

SHU: Speaking of, it’s been a while since I’ve been in your room.

ICHIRU: Is that so?

SHU: It’s pretty clean, isn’t it?

ICHIRU: I just don’t have that much stuff.

SHU: Is there something that you want?

ICHIRU: Hm… Nothing much.

ICHIRU: I mean, there are times when I want games but Tsubasa has them already so, yeah.

ICHIRU: Ah, when there are clothes and shoes that I like from photoshoots, I usually just look at them on the mail order site.

ICHIRU: There are a lot so I haven’t actually… been able to buy that many.

SHU: It’s money you earn for yourself so you’re free to spend it how you like, you know?

ICHIRU: Well, that’s true but… When I’m faced with it, I actually start double thinking whether I actually really want it or not.

SHU: You’re quite a thrifty person, huh?

ICHIRU: Not really. I just don’t know anything good to actually spend it on.

ICHIRU: It’s really just me thinking twice about buying this and that when I don’t think I’d even use it that much.

[13:18]

(Ichiru start eating)

ICHIRU: This miso soup is so delicious…!

SHU: It’s Eichi’s proud creation after all. It seems like he made everything, even the broth.

ICHIRU: That guy really can do anything, huh.

ICHIRU: You know? If I’m being honest, I thought myself someone who’s handy, too.

ICHIRU: I have some confidence in things that use the body.

SHU: Well, it’s true that you have outstanding athletic abilities and you’re dexterous, too.

SHU: Plus, there’s your sharp intuition as well.

ICHIRU: I may not look it but I got good grades at school for P.E, music, and arts, you know?

ICHIRU: Though… I didn’t do too well in things that really required studying…

SHU: It’s not because you’re bad at studying. I think it’s a lot closer to you just ignoring things you’re not interested in.

SHU: There’s quite a difference between them.

ICHIRU: I mean, I can’t do my best in things I’m not interested in, right?

ICHIRU: Ah, but Shu seems like he can do anything.

SHU: There are things that I can’t do and things that I can’t do my best in, too, you know?

ICHIRU: Like what?

SHU: Let’s see… I’m still bad at corporate parties. Especially when the higher-ups start getting lively and drinking.

SHU: Even if everyone’s having fun, I can’t seem to enjoy the atmosphere and there are a lot of times when I turn down invites.

SHU: I know that it’s good for my job but still.

ICHIRU: Ahh… But, isn’t not being able to drink alcohol a constitution? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of “not wanting to do it”?

SHU: Even if they already know, there are times when they insist.

ICHIRU: Ah… That’s… I think I can kinda understand…

ICHIRU: You know, Issei’s very… serious.

ICHIRU: That’s why when we’re trying something new, he plans ahead so much before going with it.

ICHIRU: I’m the type who doesn’t concern myself much with things like that so I do things my own way.

ICHIRU: There are times when I finish mine faster and with good results.

ICHIRU: But, there are also a lot of times when I give up when it doesn’t go well.

ICHIRU: Issei doesn’t experience that much. He can do just about what he sets his mind to.

ICHIRU: And he’s really amazing to be able to plan ahead. I can’t compare at all.

ICHIRU: We’re twins and we look so alike but we’re different on the inside.

ICHIRU: We’re really not alike. I think that’s a given since we’re different people but…

ICHIRU: It… frustrates me sometimes.

ICHIRU: Even though I want to be able to do things well, too…

SHU: I know how that feels.

ICHIRU: You don’t have to force yourself to sympathize.

SHU: I’m not.

SHU: I know because there’s someone I admire, too.

ICHIRU: Eh? You do?!

SHU: Is that strange?

ICHIRU: N-no, it’s not really but… I see…

SHU: I respect him more than anyone and I want to be able to earn his respect.

SHU: I want to stand beside him and not lose my place. And yet, I’m always looking at his back and I can’t catch up no matter what.

ICHIRU: Yeah, it feels like that.

SHU: Even though I know the advice he gives is correct, when I think of our positions, it just kind of irritates me.

ICHIRU: I totally understand! I know that what Issei says is correct. I’m the one who should know that best and yet…

SHU: Correct?

ICHIRU: Of course he’s right. Anything I think of is most of the time just gut feeling but Issei’s different.

ICHIRU: He thinks it through and comes up with a solid reason. That’s why he’s right.

ICHIRU: Even during the beginning when I was wondering whether to go with you or not, Issei said “Let’s try,” that I made a decision [to go].

ICHIRU: Though I thought that you were very suspicious.

SHU: (chuckles) Oh yeah, that happened.

ICHIRU: It’s not a laughing matter. I was really worried, you know?

ICHIRU: But… Wasn’t he correct?

SHU: I guess so. It’s because you came with me that we became QUELL. And even now, I’m still thankful for that.

ICHIRU: Though, I had my doubts that you were deceiving us when we first got to Tokyo.

SHU: When did you start trusting me?

ICHIRU: When Issei first sang QUELL’s very first song.

ICHIRU: I didn’t know that Issei could sing that well.

ICHIRU: Ah, speaking of, I wanted to ask this. Did you know that Issei can sing like that, Shu…?

SHU: I thought that you two had the potential to debut but… It’s not like I had a concrete grasp of what you could do.

SHU: To be honest, I was surprised, too. He surpassed my expectations.

ICHIRU: You know, I was very surprised! I totally didn’t know that Issei could sing like that.

ICHIRU: Even though we were always together…

ICHIRU: It was a huge shock but, I knew at that moment that we both found something we could try our best in.

ICHIRU: I really thought that “this is good.”

SHU: I see.

ICHIRU: Ahhhh!! (groans) I know that I can’t compare to Issei at all but—

ICHIRU: But, somehow… It’s frustrating, huh?!

ICHIRU: I know that I can’t help that Issei’s amazing but… Sometimes, it makes me wanna say, “Hey, even I can do things properly, too!” y’know?

ICHIRU: I overdid it today again…

ICHIRU: Ah, geez! Why am I talking to you about this? I’m so uncool.

SHU: I’m happy that you talked to me.

ICHIRU: Why are you happy when I’m being so helpless like this? You’re so weird.

ICHIRU: (smiles) But, I kinda wanna see your weaknesses, too~

SHU: (chuckles) Please let that slide.

ICHIRU: Eh~? What? It’s so unfair that only you get to act cool.

ICHIRU: But, I guess, since you feel the same way, I’ll let it slide.

SHU: Thank you.

ICHIRU: Just a bit, ‘kay?!

ICHIRU: That’s why… I want you to talk more about that kinda thing from now on…

ICHIRU: I’ll try to do so as much as I can, too…

SHU: I got it. I promise.

SHU: Oh yeah, Ichiru. Let’s make it a pinky promise.

ICHIRU: Eh? What’s with that? I’m not a kid anymore.

SHU: I never got the chance to do it when I was a kid. I’ve always wanted to try it.

ICHIRU: I got it. Here.

SHU/ICHIRU: Pinky promise, if you tell a lie, you’ll have to drink a thousand needles. (2)

SHU/ICHIRU: (laughs)

==END==

Translator’s Notes:

(2) This is actually the Japanese version of the pinky swear. It goes “yubikiri genman, uso tsuitara, hari senbon nomasu/ 指切拳万、嘘ついたら針千本呑ます”. [Source]

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