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[jinmukangwrites]

Whumptober2021 - October 4th - Taken Hostage | Pushed

Gift fic to @fidothefinch <3

Fandom: Nightwing, Batman - All Media Types

AO3

Warnings: Near death experience, hostage situations, implies Bruce as a shitty dad but I don't go into detail on it.

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If there’s anything in the world that Dick hates more than being restrained, it’s being held hostage. Especially if he’s being held hostage as a threat against Bruce or Batman. One thing they don’t tell you in the foster system is that if you’re adopted by a rich and famous to the Kardashian level man, is that you’re often the target of criminals who think snatching a kid on their way home from school is a surefire way to make a million bucks. It’s no better in the vigilante business either, because often any hero in Gotham is only seen as a stepping stool to getting to Batman.

Honestly, at this point Dick’s used to it. It doesn’t mean he enjoys it, though. Not so much because of the initial kidnapping part, but because he’s worked hard to become his own person, his own man with his own life. He moved to Blüdhaven to be anything other than the son of Bruce Wayne; to be his own hero that villains learn to fear. And then the second he sets foot back in Gotham, for whatever reason, suddenly it’s all about the reclusive eldest Wayne child returning home! Suddenly, when villains see him at night, it isn’t “Oh shit, it’s Nightwing!”, it’s “Shit, it’s a Sidekick! Where’s the Bat?!”

Anyway, long story short, Dick came back to Gotham for one weekend to visit family, and now he’s dressed as Nightwing, standing on a roof with duct-tape keeping his wrists together behind his back and a knife to his throat belonging to a shady businessman who’s finally caught the attention of Gotham’s heroes.

And it’s sorta pathetic how Dick ended up in this situation. It wasn’t like this was going to be a particularly difficult mission. Just sneak into the building, grab the evidence he needed to get this bastard behind bars, and then get out. Unfortunately, someone tipped the man off without Bruce knowing about it. When he went into the main office, he was met with a very strong guard hiding behind the doors, and after a hefty blow to the head and a few concerning minutes of blacking out, Dick opened his eyes—thankfully still masked—to find himself kneeling on the rough cement of a skyscraper’s roof, completely stripped of any of his useful tools. He has a small knife in one of his gauntlets, but it’s not exactly in an easy to reach position. It would take time to grab at it, and that’s not counting the high probability he’ll be spotted by Jerome McCoy--Gotham’s latest shady businessman--or any of his goons.

Besides, Tim is already up here listening to their demands to get Batman up here or Dick dies. It shouldn’t be long before Bruce gets here and kicks his ass. That’s not even accounting for the facts that Jason, Steph, Duke, Dami, and Cass are all in town.

These idiots have no clue how close they are with dealing with close to every single bat if something bad happens to Dick tonight.

And everything was going fine until Tim suddenly stopped mid sentence in reminding McCoy that Batman was on his way and brought his hand to his communicator in his ear. When Tim paled ever so slightly, Dick knew something had gone exactly NOT according to plan.

“What is it?!” McCoy demands, pressing the knife against Dick’s neck with worrying pressure. Dick leans his head back slightly to lessen the risk of his neck being cut and meets Tim in the eyes through their masks.

Tim swallows. “Batman is being held up-”

Dick resists sighing in both disappointment and lack-of-surprise as McCoy practically explodes.

“What?!

“Only for a few hours,” Tim rushes to explain. He’s lifted his hands in a placid manner and softened his voice, which can’t be good. “He’s… met an unexpected complication along the way that he cannot ignore. Please, just tell me what you want, and I can take my partner and be out of-”

“I don’t have a few hours,” McCoy practically screeches. “Either Batman makes it his priority to get here, or Nightwing gets it!” to make a point, McCoy lifts the knife from Dick’s neck and waves it in front of him. Dick slides his eyes over to the other goons on the roof; there’s only a few. Maybe… if Dick plays his cards right… “That was the deal!”

“I understand-”

“Tell Batman to get here now, or Nightwing’s blood is on his hands!”

“He’s busy- I can’t just-”

Dick slams his body back, pointing his elbow the furthest he can with the way his arms are bound and jamming it into McCoy’s stomach. McCoy lets out a startled, breathless gasp as Dick uses his surprise to escape from his grasp and jump to his feet.

“’Wing!” Tim yells at the same time McCoy wheezes “Get that fucker!”

Dick has just a second to notice Tim’s shock at Dick’s sudden attack before Dick’s having to defend himself with his hands literally tied behind his back. Sorry, kid, Dick thinks, ducking around a pair of beefy arms, but we’re out of options.

It was going well until it wasn’t. Tim was even about to step in. However, while waking up from his lovely whack to the head, Dick failed to assess just where he was on the roof.

All it took was for the back of his heel to tough nothing but air for his heart to jump to his throat. Instinctively, he tried to wave his arms to catch his balance, but was quickly reminded of his predicament when the tape tugged against his wrists. For a moment, pure panic filled his entire body, here, wobbling backwards off the edge of a roof dozens of stories above the ground. He could feel his heart pound, hands shake, breath catch, hair rustle in the wind, but he couldn’t do a thing to stop himself from falling backwards. He’s pretty sure he hears Tim scream his codename, but he’s not totally focused on anything other than his pending doom right now-

A heavy hand wraps around his upper-bicep, stopping his almost-promised journey to pancake town. Everything is silent on the roof for a solid moment, as Dick practically hangs over the ledge of the roof with his feet just barely still on solid ground, a goon holding him juuuuuust enough to make sure he doesn’t fall. Tim looks even paler than before, looking like he really did watch Dick go over the edge. McCoy looks a constipating mixture of smug and outraged while the other goons stand nearby like useless props.

Then, McCoy speaks with anger as heavy and level as stone. “Tell Batman I want him here in ten minutes.”

Tim meets Dick’s eyes, and Dick sees everything that he needs to. Whatever is holding Bruce up, it’s more important than Dick, and Tim knows it’s useless to even try.

“Please,” Tim says, voice wobbly. He’s a detective. He knows what’s about to happen. “Just give us more time-”

McCoy snaps a finger, and that’s that.

The hand on his arm pushes Dick away and opens it’s grasp. It doesn’t matter anymore that Dick had his feet on the roof, because the rest of his body is falling.

Falling.

Dick’s completely off the roof in a blink of an eye and he’s falling.

The air is rushing past his ears and through his hair, so loud he can barely think. That’s if he’s thinking at all, as story after story passes him by. He’s falling, and for the first time in a long time, he’s afraid of falling, because this time there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He doesn’t have any tools… he doesn’t even have his hands, nor enough time to even try and get his hands free. He’s falling, rushing to the ground. He can already see in vivid detail what his body will look like when it hits the pavement.

He’s falling. He’s standing at the top of a beam, watching his mama and papa fall. He’s falling. He’s screaming as the sound of their bodies landing and snapping reaches his ears. He’s falling and he’s going to die in the most Grayson way possible.

He’s going to die the same way his parents did, a way that he’s worked hard to not be afraid of ever since he first moved in with Bruce, but was always secretly terrified.

He closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to watch. He’s afraid, and Tim will watch from above and blame himself and he never wanted any of his siblings to blame themselves for his death like how he blamed himself for his parent’s for decades and-

And the wind is knocked out of him, but not from his body slamming on the ground. A strong arm wraps painfully around his stomach, and suddenly the world turns sideways and his eyes shoot open in shock.

“Fuck,” Jason grunts, holding Dick with one arm and the other wrapped tightly in a grappling line. “Fucking hell.”

And Dick… doesn’t know what to do. He feels muted, like a YouTube video playing at 144p and buffering still. The adrenaline is pumping so loudly through his entire body that the fact that Jason’s caught him doesn’t register until Jason’s landing roughly on the ground and lowering Dick to the asphalt.

“Started heading over the second that bastard said he wasn’t coming,” Jason explains. Dick nods numbly, his eyes locked on the oil covered road below him, his mind still trying to process. “Said he ran into some bastard working for Two-Face holding some rich family hostage. Said we could handle it. I can’t believe I got here just in time. Fucking fuck-face fucker.”

There’s a splash of two feet landing on the permanently puddled street beside them, and Dick can hardly contain his flinching at the sound, but thankfully Jason doesn’t notice. He just stands up and faces where Tim has landed quite suddenly from where he must have grappled down from the roof. Dick continues to look at the ground, wringing his knitting together in front of him. He… hasn’t noticed Jason undid the bindings.

“What happened to McCoy?” Jason demands, and Tim takes a gasping breath and shakes his head.

“They ran into the building while I… jumped after N.”

Jason growls, taking a step forward but Tim stops him. “Orphan said she’ll handle it, she sounded pissed.”

Jason backs off, but anger still curls in his stomach like an old friend. His fists clench to his side. “Once I see B, I’m gonna punch his teeth up to his brain.”

And it must be proof of how shaken Tim is, because he doesn’t argue.

Then, like a pin hitting tile, a small sound catches Jason’s ears. He looks down to where Dick is still sitting in the grime of Gotham’s street. His heart sinks to his gut.

“N?” he asks, and Dick doesn’t respond. “Nightwing, you’re… crying.”

That directs Tim’s attention down where tears are certainly streaming down Dick’s cheeks from under his mask. His lips are wobbling, and the second Jason kneels down to put his hand on Dick’s shoulder, a wounded sound escapes his lips.

“Dick?” Jason asks, his voice sounding shocked and unsure.

Dick looks up at Tim, looking one breath of the wind from falling apart. “You jumped after me?” His voice is small and brittle. When Tim nods slowly, Dick whimpers, dropping his head into his hands and letting out a sob. “You almost watched me die,” is all he says before he finally breaks down into mournful cries.

Jason looks up from where Dick’s now shaking and gasping into his hands and meets Tim’s eyes. Neither of them… has ever seen Dick get like this before. It feels wrong, like something in the world has shattered and can never be replaced.

“Lets… get him home,” Jason says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” is all Tim can smartly bring to his lips while Jason scoops Dick into his arms and stands up.

Dick’s so out of it with his sobbing that he hardly reacts, just curls against Jason and continues to cry.

“You know,” Jason says quietly, “the scariest way to die, for me, is to overdose.”

And Tim understands.

“I… see.”

Jason nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah. So let’s just call it a night, get him some Alfred cookies, and just… let him take this at his own pace, okay?”

Tim nods, knowing that after years of Dick always going out of his way to help them with their trauma, their issues, and never asking for anything in return… it’s now their turn to return the favor. Dick looks so much smaller than Tim swears he’s ever seen him, curled up in Jason’s arms, trembling and sobbing. He silently promises to himself that he will do whatever it takes to make sure Dick gets through this, just like what he’d do for them, always. And Tim’s positive the rest of Dick’s siblings will do the same.

#dick grayson #nightwing #batman #whumptober2021 #no.4 #taken hostage #pushed #near death tw #fanfiction #jin writes

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

Episode 3. Angel's Blessing | Pt 1

Your weeks in Miyagi flew by so fast, you're a little sad that you'll shortly be heading to stay with your aunt and uncle in Tokyo soon. It didn't feel like you'd spent nearly enough time with Toshi. You'd also had only a couple days to visit Tobio and Miwa, your cousins from your mom's side that also lived in Miyagi, but you didn't realize it wouldn't be nearly enough time. You'd had to promise him, Miwa, and their parents that you would stay with them the next time you visited.

You had a little over a week left here and Toshi and the guys from Shiratorizawa had just started their summer break so it was the perfect excuse to make the most of your time left while taking them out to celebrate. You'd gotten to know them well during your stay, with constant drop ins to their practices - You could swear even Coach Washijo had warmed up to you! ...or maybe just gotten used to tolerating your presence.

You'd also spent a lot of time chilling with the guys on their time off but that was usually chilling indoors playing video games at one of their places or stopping by cute little shops. Toshi, Tendou, and Semi had even come shopping with you a couple times which was a hilarious circus in itself but you repaid the laughs you got by torturing them and buying them gifts. Although you didn't realize it wasn't quite regular at first but they got used to it... well, at the very least Semi stopped getting flustered and just let you have your way.

It's not like you couldn't afford it and when you said that to his face, he literally just rolled his eyes and said something about rich kids which you threw back in his face because... hypocritical! At least you had your own hard-earned money, but you just refused to tell him how and why it was still so much and you think he was kind of concerned now.

Regardless, you'd be leaving soon and you really wanted a special night to commemorate this trip and your new friendships so you told the guys that you all were having a nice dinner somewhere, your treat. They protested that at first but you stood firm and finally they picked the nice sushi restaurant you were headed to for dinner tonight.

Hence, you out here in a chic semi-formal outfit, which is basically a cute dress and flats with a couple layered necklaces and matching bracelets on each wrist.

"Y/n!" You're standing with Toshi and Tendou, already outside the restaurant when you hear your name. Looking over, you see Semi, Yamagata and Soekawa walk up to the three of you.

"Thank you so much for offering to treat us tonight!" Soekawa says as they reach you.

Semi's scowling like usual but he sounds relaxed when he adds, "Yeah, although it really should be us treating you."

You laugh and shake your head, "No way! I'm just so glad to have made great friends like you guys here, how can I not want to celebrate our friendship before I leave?"

"I wish you could stay." Yamagata's looking down both literally and figuratively, "You could come to Shiratorizawa and we could chill all the time like we have been."

"Aw, you'll still have me!" Tendou exclaims with his arms up in the air. He's moving towards Yamagata, who dodges before he replies.

"We see you every day! It's not the same, she's actually nice and doesn't always poke fun at us for every little thing!"

You giggle at them because their dynamic is great, yeah, but what you think he really means without saying it is that all these boys need is some platonic estrogen in their lives.

Tendou narrows his eyes at you when he hears though and you think he knows you well enough to know you're amused at their expense so you're ready for his move.

"Hmm..." He pretends to think, "Maybe if we kidnap her, she'd miss her train to Tokyo and have to stay here longer!"

Before he even finishes his sentence, he's running at you and you're embarrassed to say you shriek in surprise before spinning to run away, calling over your shoulder, "It doesn't work that way! I'd just get on a train the next day!"

Too bad you're not watching where you're going because you run right into a wall in your path. Just a metaphor this time because this wall stumbles back with a soft 'oof-' as its arms reach out to wrap around and steady you while you fall over together.

Oh my god, you just ran into, and took down, chocolate boy- you mean chocolate eyes. Wait, no- "Oikawa!" His name slips from your lips in disbelief as you look up at his face and then your face turns to what you're betting is a very embarrassed shade of red - and for too many different reasons, oh god.

He's a little stunning stunned but you think that's from the fall so you can't fault him when he responds, "Angel?"

Tendou's standing right by the two of you and you swear this boy really doesn't know how not to tease in an already pretty embarrassing situation because he just has to say, "So.. Y/n. Getting up off of our rival anytime soon?"

"I'm so sorry!" You blurt out again as you carefully try to move off him without using him as leverage since, you know, he just took the brunt of a fall that was your fault for the both of you. You also don't want to embarrass yourself any further by accidentally placing your hands anywhere intimate inappropriate.

His arms only release slightly and he's already sitting up while you're kind of maneuvering your limbs to find purchase on the ground around and in between him so you end up basically straddling his leg and your faces too close for comfort in that split second before you stand back up. And you never want to think of this again. Like if there was ever a time for a hole to open up and swallow anyone into oblivion it would be now and that person should be you.

He's way nicer than you would have expected from a pretty boy though because he just laughs brightly as he stands too, "No need to apologize! I think we reversed and I was just the one in the way this time."

"No, this one wasn't you at all. I'm really sorry, Oikawa."

Another voice chimes in, quite seriously, "Dropped the honorific already, Y/n? And that's the second time in minutes.. I wasn't aware you met more than that one time."

Even Semi is teasing you?! He almost got you for a second, his voice was perfectly serious, you only realized because you noticed the glint in his eyes when you looked over to make excuses. So instead you.. still make an excuse.

"I didn't grow up with this? It's pretty normal to use someone's name without honorifics back home!"

"Hmm." He looks like he'll drop it, but oh my gosh, Yamagata picks up the let's make fun of Y/n game by throwing back, "I don't know Y/n, you've had no trouble fitting in like a local for weeks. Seems suspect."

You look to Toshi for support but he's silent and just calmly looking back at you.

What. Is. This.

Even Iwa and the other friend behind Oikawa are various degrees of amused. Like. What?

You can't look at him, but you'll make it worse if you don't so you literally use all your remaining dignity to turn your probably flushed face back to Oikawa and all your control to keep a serious, sincere expression before trying to apologize again.

"Please ignore them, they were just telling me how nice I am since I don't tease them when they're down but apparently not enough to return the favour. Anyways, I hope you can accept my apology." No way are you saying his name again, because whether you use the honorific or not now, either option will just get you teased more.

You finally manage to look into his eyes again and that's when you realize that you're not the only one that's incredibly flustered. Like, he is too? Did he hit his head when the two of you fell? And.. has he just been staring at you this whole time?? Oh god, you're wearing a dress! Are you somehow flashing yourself?? The guys would tell you right? You quickly run your hands down the flared skirt to check without looking and making your consternation obvious, but no, everything seems in place.

He clears his throat, catching your attention again, and then there's a smile on his face, maybe more like a smirk, "That's okay, really... Now we can make it up twice."

Suddenly, your embarrassment is forgotten and you're smiling back. How can you not? You had said that back then because, what were the chances, really? So you definitely hadn't expected that cute moment with a cute boy to mean anything and yet here you are.

"Okay, yeah, sure." You lightly laugh out your words, because you're a little unsure about your coming offer but you're still about to go for it. "I'm treating these guys tonight so, if you and your friends would like to, you're welcome join us. If you think that might be enough to make up for running you over this time."

He's a little taken aback and shaking his head, "I can't let you treat me."

"Why?"

He blinks like he doesn't understand, "We both have to make it up to each other anyways, right? So that wouldn't make sense-"

"But we'll join you." His friend Iwa cuts him off as he steps forward, "We're celebrating his birthday tonight anyways and it'll be nice to have some buffers for his stupid."

Aw, his pout from last time is back and he's actually whining, "Iwaa, you're so mean to mee. And on my birthday?"

"Ohh goodie, this will be fun!" Tendou is literally the heart eyes emoji now but you think it's from the thought of all the fun he'll have torturing so many different people tonight.

"Yes. We have a table booked because we were unsure how busy it would be." Toshi adds, "I will inquire as to increasing our reservation."

It seems Oikawa's realized that he's going to be having dinner with his enemy and honestly looks a little sour about it but then you catch his eye again and he sees the smirk on your face. He tilts his head as he studies you because maybe he's only just realizing you're not such an 'angel'. No, you're definitely more a devil, it's probably why you and Tendou get along so great.

Either way, it looks like he's made his choice because he gestures for everyone to head into the restaurant after Toshi and now there's nine of you instead of the original six.

As you wait, you're properly introduced to Iwa - who is actually Iwaizume - Hanamaki, and finally Oikawa, before you introduce yourself. The first two call you by last name, but Oikawa calls you Y/n-chan or even just Y/n and you let it go because who are you to insist on proper etiquette when you're not even from here? Yeah, right, that's your story.

You end up sitting next to him and you think that was definitely manipulated by at least his friends if not also Tendou, who's managed to snag a front row seat right across the two of you.

It's definitely lively with this group and once everyone places their orders, it only gets louder as they all start talking and joking around with each other. For rival schools, they're making a surprising effort to get along, minus Tendou, but you think everyone has mutually decided to ignore his jibes.

"So..." You look over to your right at Oikawa with a bright smile to match his, "I didn't get to say it yet but.. Happy Birthday!"

"Aw thank you Faye-chan! I'm pretty lucky to have an angel wish me.. I have a feeling I'll be blessed for this year - if not the rest of my life!"

Ack, why are you blushing again? Is he genuine, flirty, or right on that line in between that you usually manage?

Probably the last, since you can't tell and you're the master at it. Okay then, fine. Let's play, pretty boy.

"Hm, I guess you didn't know that an angel can only pass blessings through tears or kisses.. if you want a blessed year, you'd have to make your angel cry... or fall in love." You inform him casually, holding eye contact the entire time so you don't miss the widening of his eyes, the colour on his cheeks, and that completely taken aback expression that slides on his face. Yeah, you went there. You have no filter when you're being impulsive but it's not like anyone else is listening either so you can be a little risky.

With a smirk, you finish, "Not just anyone can receive an angel's blessing after all. You'd have to be one of the luckiest guys in the world."

Something slightly shifts across his expression, like he reached a thought or decision you can't read, before he composes it to a conciliatory smile, "Well, then I'll just have to do my best to make sure I don't make sure I don't make you cry."

You get a warm, fuzzy feeling even though you left that opening for him, because that's a pretty sweet implication to make. You know you're both playing, but you can't help but wish he actually was going to try and make you fall in love.

Your wrists tingle at that thought, like an ever present reminder that fate in love is chosen for anyone who decides to follow that path. You refuse to get sad and melancholy, you've known the multiple markings on your wrist have decided your supposedly perfect matches since the moment you was born.

Unlike others in the world, who either choose to completely follow that path and dedicate themselves to the names etched on their skin or even those that completely oppose the idea of that kind of pre-destined love and shy away from it, you decided long ago that you would be neutral and give your soulmates a chance when you found them. So, you're not exactly available to just anyone, but you're not closed off to options, especially given that you're a little on the rarer side given the number of names currently hidden on your skin.

You don't realize you're adjusting the bracelets on your wrist until you notice him watching with a curious look on his face. What are the odds this cute boy you ran into has six currently indecipherable markings on his own skin? He hasn't rolled the sleeves of his shirt up this whole time so you haven't been able to check, if you would have even bothered to before, but by now you have a small, little percent of you that wants to know. It's just considered pretty bold and forward to ask or really keep trying to catch a glimpse of others' marks and even you're not that shameless. Maybe he's among the people that decided to completely ignore his marks?

Okay, now you're a little sad, but it's supposed to be a good night. You can hear the chatter of my and his friends around the two of you, but it feels like, for a moment of mutual quiet between you both, you're in your own little world together, with just each other and your shared thoughts. Or maybe you're just projecting.

You're glad when Iwaizumi distracts him from his other side because you dropped into this rabbit hole in your head so fast, that you're sure you got all weird and quiet and pretty obvious. You look up and see Tendou staring at you with a raised eyebrow and a pretty rare serious look on his face. Aw, he's checking to make sure you're okay. You really hope he didn't hear your conversation, though, because he's been one of your sounding boards on this matter way too much so he needs a break and you just don't want to talk about it.

Thankfully, the food arrives and your mood is back up as you all enjoy the delicious appetizers and variety of sushi that's been prepared for your table. You make Oikawa try a spicy dynamite roll when he admits he hasn't before and Tendou and Semi both keep stealing your gyoza before you can slap their hands away.

You're full well before any of the guys at the table when the topic of your trip comes up.

"Y/n-chan, what did you mean when you said you're not from here earlier?" Oikawa looks over to ask before dipping his last roll into some soy sauce and popping it into his mouth.

"Oh, I'm actually visiting Japan for my summer vacation. I spend my school year in America."

Maki pipes up from across Iwaizumi, "That's a pretty specific way you worded that. You live there?"

You smile happily knowing that he's caught on fast, you're a big fan of how words are used for communication, "I mean, I've spent so much time in different countries with friends and family and am usually travelling when not in school that I actually did mean that how I said it. Technically, I've been living here the past month, haven't I? And the next month, I'll still be living in Japan, only to return home when school's about to start."

"You'll be in Japan, but not Miyagi?" Iwaizumi is holding his green tea, his head tilted like he's trying to read between the lines now that he's realized you mean more than what you typically say.

"Yeah," You fiddle with your chopsticks, lining them up perfectly before looking around the table with a sad smile, "I'm off to stay in Tokyo instead, next week. I'll miss it here, but I'm also looking forward to my next adventures and new friends." You say the last with a smirk aimed at the Shiratowizawa guys who either smirk, whine, or roll their eyes (I see you, Semi) in response. Toshi seems completely unaffected but you know he'll miss you so you're not offended.

"So that's what you were yelling about taking a train before you ran into me." Oikawa states with a smirk while your face gets hot remembering that awkward encounter outside. Didn't you decide you never wanted to think of it again?

"Weren't you the one 'in my way'?" You throw back quickly but he's already shaking his head.

"No, pretty sure you made it clear that one was on you and only you, and who am I to argue with an angel?"

"Oi, shittykawa, stop trying to embarrass her, you're acting like trash." Wow, can you take Iwaizumi everywhere with you? Knight, shining armour.

"Iwa-chan! I think you've already forgotten what day it is again!"

"Yeah, it's the day you're supposed to grow up."

They're going to start bickering again so you think Soekawa is diffusing the tension when he return everyone to the original topic, "It's almost like you grew up here, though, I wouldn't be able to tell you're just visiting since you fit right in."

"Even when you claim not to be familiar with common customs!" Yeah, thanks Yamagata, I'm going to ignore that.

"Well I have a lot of family in Japan. Toshi, of course, and a few other cousins, aunts and uncles in different regions. So I guess it's like a second home for me where I've spent the majority of my breaks when I'm not travelling anywhere else." Soekawa already knew that, as did the rest of the Shiratorizawa guys, so you're just following his lead to keep the peace and share a little more for the others at this point.

"So you come back a lot?" Why is Oikawa asking? You don't want to read too much into it.

"Sure, if I don't have any other obligations, then yeah, I love spending time here."

"Why not just move? You could live here and come to Seijoh!" Aw, Maki's the sweet one in their group.

"If she were to live here, she already knows she should come to Shiratorizawa." Guess who?

Oikawa's reply follows so quick after Toshi's statement, like he just knew where it was going, "Yeah, no. She'd definitely like Aoba Johsai much more."

Ugh, you should have expected this too. The table erupts into a slightly heated debate but you can't fault this rivalry, it gets even worse between the academies back home so this is really oddly polite and low-key in comparison.

You excuse yourself and leave them at it to go wash your hands before dessert arrives and surprise, surprise, who do you bump into on your way back out to the dining room but pretty boy himself. Definitely curious if he was waiting for you for some reason or it's just a coincidence because, you know, people are allowed to use the restrooms when they need to.

"You know, Angel, you promised to make it up to me for running into me earlier."

"I thought we were supposed to make it up to each other?"

"Well.. then, how about we choose what we want from each other to fulfill our promise?"

You hesitate because it seems like he already has something in mind, but you don't think he would ask for anything you wouldn't be okay with. You're caught in his gaze as you take way less time than you probably should to consider his proposition before agreeing, "Well, it is your birthday, I guess. So tell me, how can I make it up to you?"

His smile becomes positively wicked, if you could call it that on a cute teenage boy, "Since I'm hoping for an incredible year and I got it wrong the first time, I'd like to ask for an angel's blessing."

You choose your words carefully, because, is he asking for what you think he is!?

"I don't suppose you want to make me cry?"

He chuckles and it's just a divine sound that rolls right through you, holding you still in this mesmerizing moment, "I'm sure I already said I don't ever want to make my pretty angel cry."

"I'm not your anything, Oikawa."

"Call me Toru, Y/n-chan. You're at least my friend, aren't you?"

You swear he's just stealing your smiles and blushes, because you can't stop the amused pull of your lips and light, warm flush at his playful tone. "I don't know, Oikawa, I don't think friends ask for kisses in return for... small mishaps."

"Well, I think we're friends," he pouts before settling back into an almost serious expression with a confident, sincere smile on his face, "but I'd really like to know what it's like to be the luckiest guy in the world."

"Hmm." You pretend to think it over but you already know your decision because you're so ridiculously charmed by this guy, "Well.. I suppose if it's a birthday wish..."

And before you can overthink it, you cross the step of space between you two, lean up with your hands resting on his chest for balance, and close your eyes before softly gifting him a small kiss on his cheek, right by the corner of his mouth. You must be as reckless as your friends say but you can't help but love the electric feeling that comes with the adrenaline of making bold and risky choices.

You want to look away so badly but you're also stubborn so you force yourself to keep meeting his eyes as you drop back down from your tip toes and pull away slightly. He'd immediately reached for your waist when you stretched up to reach him, as if to help steady you, but you're realizing now that was like some conditioned automatic reaction because he's actually looking frozen in shock and a little disbelief now that you're studying him.

Is he surprised that you actually gave him a kiss in some way, when he asked for it? Wow, you hope he wasn't completely joking around.. you hadn't thought you were reading that wrong. Oops?

His eyes are slightly wide again and mouth a little open like he was about to say something at whatever point he froze- why does he look so cute like this?? What a face he's making.. You smile at him and repeat your wish to him, "Happy birthday.. Toru."

He blinks like he's coming out of a trance, arms gradually dropping back to his sides, and this time, his smile is slow to spread but so sweet and happy. You think for a moment again about the marks on your wrist and wonder.. no. What are the odds?

"Angel, you... I'm really already the luckiest guy, aren't I?" Oh my gosh, why does that make you blush? He sounds incredibly genuine, maybe that's why.

"I guess, as your friend, I'll have to agree." It was supposed to come out sounding playful and careless, but there's a certain tension as you're kind of looking at each other for a moment before you feel the need to get some space from this.. weirdly intimate scene. You start to step backwards, with a friendly smile back on your face, "I'll see you back at-"

"That was my birthday present, right?"

You stop moving and tilt your head in confusion, "...yes?"

He smirks, "So what about 'making it up' once, let alone twice?"

You're pretty sure disbelief is sliding across your face now, "Seriously? I don't just go around giving birthday kisses, what more could you want?"

His laughter is warm and ripples in the space around you, "Don't look so suspicious, angel! The kiss was a birthday gift, we both agreed. But to make it up for running into me earlier, I just think exchanging our socials should be more than enough. We're friends anyways, right?"

"Oh." Okay, now you're a little embarrassed. You guess that's not really a sacrifice and it would be nice to keep in touch with him when you leave. It makes you sad to think you'd never run into or get to talk to this sweet chocolate boy again. "Okay, sure. But here's the thing, Oikawa. That's your request, not mine, so you still have to make it up to me for running into me that first time." You hold your hand up, briefly uncurling your first finger to make your point, before dropping it and tilting your head at him with what you hope is an innocent smile on your face.

He doesn't look thrown off at your challenging retort, so you're pretty sure he's got a feel for your unpredictable nature at this point. Oh well, you're sure you can still keep surprising him if you continue your friendship.

"Feel free to let me know what you want whenever you're ready then, but don't wait too long, Angel. It would break my heart to think I didn't pay off my debt to you."

You laugh off his lighthearted words with your own, "What a heavy word for our deal! Aren't devils the ones that hold debts over you? Pretty sure angels wouldn't ever do something so unkind."

He raises an eyebrow at your playful statement before remarking, "Are you trying to warn me? Pretty sure devils make deals, too, the debt just comes after. Sounds familiar, now that I think about it."

Your mouth drops at his teasing, even though you once again left him that opening, but before you can respond, Tendou finds you both, "Are you guys hiding out here from the rest of us? Sneaking some alone time, hm?"

You roll your eyes, because at this point, there's a lot worse moments he could have walked into that he'd never let you live down so, you're just thanking your own blessings. Toru's actually the one that snarks back something about getting away from him because he's annoying, as you all head back to the table together. That's when you also realize that he didn't head to the men's room so.. he'd been waiting for a moment alone with you.

Was it just about the birthday kiss and both of your 'debts'? Or was there something more left unsaid between you both?

You settle that thought away for later while the two of you quickly exchange your contacts before dessert arrives. Toru offers you his mochi in exchange for trying some of your coffee jelly and you almost give him a bite of your own spoon before you see the blush on his face. See, you do forget some things are still considered more intimate here in Japan than in North America.

He's still about to go for it, leaning towards you and opening his mouth for a bite, when you withdraw your spoon with an embarrassed laugh because, hey, his friends are watching pretty closely. Although, Toshi, Tendou, and even the other Shiratorizawa guys must be pretty used to you slipping on these things around them because it hasn't caught their attention.

You take that bite yourself, savouring the flavour and texture, while grabbing a spare spoon and handing it to him with a look out of the corner of your eyes. He accepts it with the slightest pout, actually looking a little disappointed, but then ends up digging in and finishing the rest of your dessert. He's ignoring your protests, grabbing the cup and turning so he's blocking you as you try to reach around him so you retaliate by taking away the rest of his dessert, which is pretty good too.

You find a moment while the guys are distracted and finishing up to quickly stand and find a staff member in order to cover the dinner before anyone else can do anything about it. When you return, Toshi and Tendou are looking at you, Toshi with a resigned look on his face and Tendou smirking at you. Yes, you're stubborn - these boys know it, some of the others are learning it, and the Seijoh guys will be getting their first taste of it. Pun intended, you guess.

You all stay a little longer before Toshi decides it's time to be heading back so you, him, and Tendou stand while the rest of the guys look at you three like you're missing something.

Iwaizumi's the one to speak up, kind of like he's not sure if you're oblivious, up to something, or that he's missing something, "Uh.. we need to pay the bill."

"Wait, are you serious?" And cue the realization for Semi, but then, he's also spent the most time with you apart from your cousin and bestie here, "Y/n?"

You just smile at him, not wanting to actually upset anyone, while Tendou responds, "I don't know why you look so surprised, Semi-Semi."

The others guys are starting to catch on and protest but it's Toshi who cuts them off, "If it pleases her to have taken care of the bill for us, than we should not disrespect her wishes. Do not throw her gift back in her face or feel indebted, I can guarantee it's no trouble to her and it makes her happy."

"Thanks Toshi!" You hug his arm while looking at the guys, "He's right, I never really agreed with anything when we first discussed it and this was my intention the whole time. I hope you guys enjoyed it and don't let it bother you, because I, for one, am just happy to have had this time tonight with all my new friends."

You swear, even Iwaizumi blushes and Maki actually hugs you. Toru's giving you a narrow-eyed look but he does have a smile on his face so you know he's letting it pass. If you're going to be friends, he'll have to realize that you're not one to stand on formalities or politeness. You do think things through and observe etiquette when necessary but, mostly, you do what you want to when you want to, especially if it means making the people you care about happy.

When you exit into the warm, summer night, you all start to head the same way. Most of the guys have grouped off with Soekawa and Yamagata walking furthest ahead, far enough that you can barely hear their voices, let alone their conversation. Just behind them are Toshi, Tendou, and Semi close enough that you can heard the lilt of their conversation but can't quite catch the words they're saying. Somehow, you and Toru have gravitated together and you think it's done purposefully again, because Iwaizumi and Maki are trailing slowly behind the two of you as if to give a little space too.

Toru is complaining about something Iwaizumi said but it seems like a pretty standard occurrence, their antagonist friendship, so you're just listening to the sound of his voice and appreciating the moment in time. You don't know when, or even if ever, you'll find this sort of relaxed comfort with someone you only barely know. You guess that's why you miss it when he grows a little quiet before asking, "So what's your life like when you're living your school year in America?"

You look up at the sky, thinking over all the thing you might say, and you settle on, "Busy, I guess."

"Hm. Me too, but that's typical, right?"

"Is it? What keeps you so busy?" You're looking over at him now so you see the smile slip on his face while it seems like now he's the one looking at something in the distance.

"I mean, other than school, I'm the setter for Aoba Johsai's volleyball club."

You laugh out loud but explain when he looks a little offended, "No, sorry, it's just, I already knew that!"

"Oh? Keeping tabs on me?"

"No, silly." You reach out to smack his arm and he grabs it like you've hurt him, pouting yet again. "I mean, aren't you and Toshi rivals? Like, everyone here plays volleyball, right?"

"Except for you?" He sounds almost certain, with just the slightest question in his voice when he throws that out there so you smirk, interested to see his reaction.

"I'm the setter, you know. Toshi apparently said once that I could teach you a few things." He whips around to look at you and you can see he's torn between several emotions - definitely curiosity and competitiveness among them.

"You were talking about me?"

"Semi mentioned it to me, I don't know if Toshi has actually ever complimented me on my skills to my face." You laugh a little, thinking about your cousin's quiet, serious, and direct nature. "Wait, no. He definitely has, but I think we were in single digits then. He hasn't seen me play in person for a long time."

"Hm. Well, he does have a good eye for talent."

"Right, like I don't know how much he bugs you about joining his team." You tease lightly, tilting your head so you can look sideways up at him, "Haven't you heard? You should have gone to Shiratorizawa."

He rolls his eyes, matching your tilt with his own to look sideways and down at you, "Don't you start too or we're not friends anymore."

"Aw." You copy his signature pout, "Toru-chaaan, you're so meeaan!"

He's shaking his head in complete disbelief at your silliness but you've got him smiling wide - and slightly blushing - too so you consider it a win.

"We're going to be a really strong team. I wish you could come see me play." There's a pause and you think he's finished but he adds, "You know, when we beat your cousin and his team."

"Hm." You don't agree or disagree, choosing instead to divert, "Or you could see me play and I could teach you that thing or two."

"I wonder." He actually sounds thoughtful and you're kind of glad because it means he's not as conceited as he sometimes acts. You wonder why?

It's almost time to move on, and you're anticipating your goodbye already, "You know, I'm glad we ran into each other."

He looks surprised that you would say that and thrown off because it's not flirty or teasing. You're genuine and sincere in your statement and you're sure that comes across.

"Really?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? You're a good person to be around, Oikawa. I can tell that from just a couple run ins and a couple hours. I'm happy to call you my friend."

The look he sends you is as undeniably warm, tender, and sweet as it is slightly apprehensive and thoughtful. You don't know why he seems to question his value or worth in some way, but you can tell he appreciates your words, however he decides to accept them.

"I'm glad to have run into you too." It's said softly before he seems to switch back into his confident smirk, "I'm really glad to have received a blessing from a pretty angel like you too."

You're not going to blush, nope. No. You can feel your face heat up so you throw out a random statement to cover your fluster, "Aren't all angels pretty, anyways?"

"You're extra special." He smiles and then adds, "You look especially pretty tonight."

"Uh.. thanks. I mean, it was a celebratory dinner one way or another."

He's still studying you, particularly the bracelets that cover your wrists, so you're not exactly surprised when he reaches out a little, to lift your arm. You don't notice you've stopped and are facing each other at this point because he's asking, "Do you always wear these?"

You study them when you don't need to, for once avoiding that inner urge for strength to look up, face your fears, and see what might lie in his expression. "No. Obviously I can't when I play."

"The rest of the time?"

"Not really. Not these specific ones a lot, either, but other bracelets or sleeves or gloves, sure - it's probably like fifty-fifty." You don't know why you're even telling him this but his expression is a little apprehensive, a little hopeful, so maybe you want to see where this goes.

"Why?"

You look up at him then, at an unusual loss for words and not knowing if he understands what it's like. He must know, of course, like every child in this world learns growing up, how diversely fractured the beliefs in this concept is. You're sure he's aware of the people that completely support the soulmate system and push others to believe in it just as faithfully. He must also know about the other side of the scale, people that literally hate the concept to the point of forcing their disbelief, mistrust, and active rebellion onto others. That's all common knowledge quite well understood around your world and anyone can fall anywhere on the scale, like with politics or religion.

But does he understand how it feels, even in a world where almost every person has at least one name on their skin, to have six? To either be an object of awe, or envy, or disgust. To be you, in that position, an overthinking, overachieving daughter of an almost empirical family, and to have to account for how the marks you were born with might be received in the various environments you're in. You haven't even been able to use your real last name for years thanks to your last deal with your grandmother.

You don't know what his mark is, if he has more than one, you don't even know what he thinks of any of it and where he falls on that scale. And you're supposed to explain why?

He's still looking at you, waiting for something. You don't know if any of your thoughts have hit your expression because you're so conflicted and a little scared. But you're also oddly curious too, like a little part of you is hoping that out of the 7.6 billion people in the world, you just happened to run into and click immediately with one of your six actual soulmates. Seriously, what are the odds? 1 in every 1.2 billion, you guess.

It's like he can see you're retreating, even though you feel like you haven't even moved to take a breath, and he asks, "Can I?"

It's like your heart stops. Why? Why? But you're biting your lip and nodding, like in some kind of trance-like moment. You don't move to help him figure out the clasp and he's just about to snap it open-

"Oi!" You look over and see all the guys stopped a little bit further down from the two of you, where they're clearly going separate ways. When did Iwaizumi and Maki even pass you both??

You burn with embarrassment and concern at how completely unaware you were while talking to Toru. Has it only been a minute or two since you stopped walking? It felt like eternity and a single moment all at the same time.

When you look at his face, he has an equally complicated mix of emotions on his face, that same embarrassment and shock, but also frustration and.. what looks a little bit like a question, if you both can stay here and see this moment to its end. What end would that be?

"Yo! Stop flirting, it's getting late!"

Without looking over at the others again, the both of you pull apart and, metaphorically, pull yourselves together before breaking eye contact and turning to walk the rest of the way.

"You know," You've almost reached the group and you don't expect Toru to talk so you're a little startled when he cuts into the silence but, "I'm really excited to meet mine."

You look over at him at him again, grateful he's diffused the tension so beautifully, even though you're left with what feels like hundreds of questions. You push it all away to bring back some of that easy comfort you were enjoying and answer him with a bright, sincere smile, "Me too. I always have been."

You hope that conveys something to him or explains it a little. You've never been ashamed of the marks on your skin. You're not enamoured with them either. You're simply open to what the possibilities could be and happy to accept whatever makes you and the people you care for happy.

You don't bother questioning the odds or worrying about all the pressing thoughts you've chosen to tuck away for the rest of the night, even after you say your goodbyes and part ways. One way or another, at least some of your questions will be answered. Because in a little over two years from now, if you're the youngest of all your soulmates, the designs that so prettily cover the six currently unreadable names between both of your wrists will change as if they've melted away. A little over two years from now, on your 16th birthday, the names of your soulmates that have been etched into your skin from birth, will finally reveal themselves.

And from your perspective, what you do then won't be any different from how you operate now. Because your future and your fate will always be your choice.

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-Y/n is pretty solid on where she stands regarding soulmates, including hers specifically - She wants to give them a chance, which means no serious commitments or relationships until she's learned who they are and met them; if any of all of them want nothing to do with her, she's decided she'll move on and explore new possibilities with a higher degree of commitment at the time

-She's aware things don't go as planned or imagined.. you might call her realistically optimistic.. she's also well aware through personal experience that what you think you want to do might not line up with how you feel about people since, you know, you can't control the feeling, heart wants what the heart wants, etc, etc :')

-And, like any teenager that is constantly undergoing different experiences, particularly one with a tendency to overthink many things, she also suffers moments of doubt and questions if her philosophy should change - for her, there's no perfect answer, just the best she can do or choose

-Essentially, she has a flexible mindset in that, while she has her opinions which she stands for pretty steadily, if new information does manage to sway those opinions, she's always willing to adapt and learn, consequently updating those opinions and beliefs with new information

-Oikawa... isn't playing around. Actually, he loves to play around, lol, but he's definitely interested in Y/n. He also definitely questioned their odd instant attraction to each other but he's not going to push or make anyone actually feel uncomfortable, especially with a ridiculously high chance of being wrong

-He wasn't lying when he said he's excited to meet (and know) his soulmate, but he's also still just a kid and he currently already loves something real/tangible with all his being so he's okay to wait for something that's supposedly meant to be

A/N: Hi friends! I felt like the written part of this chapter was really long so I'm posting the SMAU part on a different post tomorrow morning. It'll also give me time to make sure everything is in line since I have a lot more trouble with putting those together, as previously mentioned. As always, feel free to send me a message if you noticed any mistakes or even just have anything you want to say about the story so far. I'd love to hear from you! <3

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lucy (m)

pairing: pornstar!taehyung, tattooed!taehyung x pornstar!reader

genre: pornstar au, humor, smut, light f2l, angst if you squint.

word count: 8,305

summary: after reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

warning(s): smut (masturbation, sex toys, unprotected sex, fingering, creampies ; mention of: face fucking, squirting, gxg), !ENDGAME SPOILERS!.

a/n: inspired by that video of taehyung with the fake tattoos…good lord… sorry i posted this later than i said i would, some stuff came up :( not proofread so i apologize for mistakes.

With one final thrust into the petite girl beneath him, Taehyung was fast to pull his dick completely out of her with the sigh of relief. Sure, he sighed because it was in the script, but he would’ve done it even if it weren’t apart of the porno.

He flopped on the bed, right next to the girl who was playing the role of his horny step-sister. He visualized the script in his head, and waited a few seconds before turning to his co-star and saying, “I gave you what you wanted, now, can I have my skateboard back?”

“AND CUT!” the director yells, standing up from his chair across the room. Taehyung’s manager, Seokjin, enters the set with a bathrobe in one hand and water bottle in the other and hands Tae both. “Everyone did a great job today! Remember to report back here tomorrow at two for the promo shoot, got it?!” the director asks, and everyone confirms they’ll be there.

Taehyung stands up from the messy bed to put on his bathrobe while his former co-star, Rosie, covers herself in the sheets. ‘If you’re so fucking shy, why are you doing porn?’Taehyung thinks to himself, annoyed.

“You did really good, I enjoyed it. And, you’re an amazing actor. Not many stars are good at acting, but you are.” Rosie compliments sweetly and Taehyung feels bad for what he originally thought of her.

“Thanks,” is all he can say to her because (1) he can’t compliment her back because it would be a lie and there’s no need for that, (2) he’s not interested in talking to her, and (3) he’s ready to head back to his trailer and take a shower. “See you tomorrow,” he adds, because he doesn’t want to seem like one of those stuck-up pornstars he hates so badly.

He then leaves the rented airbnb home and takes the quick walk to his trailer with Jin right by his side. “What’d you think?” Taehyung asks.

Seokjin makes a face as he thinks of an answer. “It was…decent. Not your best.”

Tae scoffed, offended, “It wasn’t my porn, I’m only here to get her some clout. You think I enjoy wasting my time with newbies when I could be with a professional? Hell no!” his rant goes on as he approaches his white trailer, opening the door and holding it so Jin can walk in first (because he’s polite like that).

“Then why film with newbies when you hate it so much? Oh wait, because their team is willing to pay big money for the number one pornstar on ‘nexxxtdoor.com’. That’s why.” Seokjin stated once he entered the trailer and sat on the white couch, Taehyung following shortly behind.

Jin was right, Tae was the number one star on the number one porn site in the country. Maybe people were drawn to his blonde mullet that was usually accompanied by one of his many headbands, or maybe it was the floral tattoos decorated nicely across his neck that drove people crazy. But it was probably just the plain old fact that Taehyung was hot, had a pretty dick, and knew how to use it.

“You’re damn right about that,” Tae says, stripping himself of his bathrobe and little clothing. He doesn’t bother to lock to door of the trailer or even cover himself up in front of Seokjin; everyone had already seen him naked, all boundaries have burned down.

“God, I’m so hot,” Jin says suddenly, and Taehyung looks over to see his manager has moved to stand directly in front of the mirror above the couch, looking directly at his reflection. “Maybe I should start doing porn just to give you a run for your money.”

“Ha!” Taehyung laughs, walking to the standing shower and turning on the hot water. “As gorgeous as you are, I’m a pretty tough guy to beat. Aren’t those two guys still fighting for second place? What are their names?” Taehyung snaps his fingers as tried to remember the names of the two porn stars fighting for second place like a bunch of losers.

“Suga, and uh, that Jimin guy. But they actually dropped a few places…” Seokjin’s tone changed, he seemed nervous.

“Oh, yeah?” Tae asked, stepping into the hot shower, “Have people finally gotten bored of them?” He grabs the white bar of soap from its appropriate holder and begins to cleanse himself, starting off with his neck and shoulders.

“Not exactly, people still like them, there’s just this…uh…”

“Spit it out, Jin.” Taehyung demands, moving the bar of soap down to his chest and belly. Small, white bubbles form at the surface but are quickly washed away with the water pouring down from the shower head.

“There’s this new girl who’s going viral really quick; she’s number two.” Jin admits with a nervous cough.

“A girl,” Taehyung repeats, “I like girls. She must be pretty good if she’s growing so quickly.” It’s true; (Taehyung does indeed like girls) it took Tae two years to become number one on nexxxtdoor, so whoever was able to pass stars as good as Jimin and Suga in such a short amount of time had to be fucking amazing.

“She sure is…something. Her name is ‘Lucy Fer’; look her up when you get home. But, yeah, I’m off to go pick up your next script; see you later.” Jin leaved without another word, and Taehyung is still in the shower.

“Lucy Fer…” he repeats in a whisper, “Lucy Fer…”

Taehyung does as he’s told later that night and types in the name of his possible nemesis on nexxtdoor.com. He clicks the little arrow and the search results pop up in a matter of seconds; your channel popping up in full display.

LUCY FER  ✓ @lucy_fer im basically a youtuber that taker her clothes off hehe </3 4.7M Subscribers | 192 Videos | Joined 1 Year Ago

Taehyung is confused by your biography, but decides he’ll find out what you mean after looking at some of your videos. And, just by the titles alone, he can see why so many people enjoy watching you:

FUCKING MYSELF WITH A DILDO WHILE I THINK ABOUT MY FUCKBOY EX :( 1,343,400 views

FAILED MATH CLASS BUT I STILL KNOW HOW TO SQRT **NOT CLICKBAIT** 3,473,621 views

ex bf fucks my face while frank ocean plays in my airpod$!!# (ft. namjoooooon) 2,372,084 views

After reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, Taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

It’s weird for him to feel desperate for the girl literally coming for his career, especially when he hadn’t even seen you in action yet. And for that reason, he doesn’t like you. Does he think you’re hot? Yes. Does he want to fuck you? Of course. Does he dislike you? Actually, yes, but only becaus you’re

He sighed, straightening up in his desk chair as he kept his eyes on the illuminated screen in front of him. Curiosity got the best of him and soon enough, he was scrolling past all of your videos until he gets to your very first one:

GIRL GETS SUPER WET AFTER FEELING APPRECIATED 15,192,604 views

He notices that in every thumbnail, you’re wearing a pair of red devil horns and when you’re very rarely accompanied by someone else, they’re also wearing their own set of horns, identical to yours. Even in your display picture, it’s an up-close photo of you, your hair is down and it’s dripping wet, the devil horns are on full display, and your tongue is stuck out with a lit lighter dangerously close to it.

You’re the devil. Satan. Lucifer. Lucy Fer and oh, he finally understands your stage name.

He smiles lightly and shakes his head in realization. Taehyung’s about to close the laptop and call it a night - he has a long day tomorrow - but, he decides just watching oneof videos wouldn’t hurt. I mean, you are his competition, right? He has to see why you’re so popular.

Taehyung scrolls for a few seconds before clicking on a video titled “masturbating and crying about how broke i am (ft. namjoon aka my ex bf lol)“.

The video buffers quickly, taking Taehyung by surprise. For some reason he pauses it, grabs his laptop whole, and makes his way over to his king-sized bed. He tells himself it’s because he’s going to fall asleep afterwards, but he knows that he’s retreated to the bed for other reasons.

Once he’s in a comfortable position with the Macbook in front of him, Tae finally hits the triangle-shaped button and the video plays.

Your bed and pillows are the only thing in the frame at first, then you step in and sit on the edge of the bed. You’re wearing a red skater skirt that’s a tad bit short, a lacy, black bralette, and your signature devil horns.

You stare at the camera in silence for awhile and Taehyung wonders when you’re finally gonna get down to business. That’s when the camera suddenly zooms in on your face, on the single tear that comes from your left eye and makes its way down your cheek.

"Oh,” Tae says, shocked. He wasn’t actually expecting you to cry, though the title said you would.

The camera zooms from out of your face and goes back to the full body shot of you on the bed. “Why the fuck am I so broke?” you ask, there’s a smile on your face, but another tear slips from your eyes. Taehyung then decides for himself that you are a fucking maniac.

With the way the video is edited, Tae feels like he’s watching one of those popular YouTubers; like Emma Chamberlin or Antonia Garza. Your bio had described you perfectly: you truly were just a YouTuber who took her clothes off, and everyone (including Taehyung) loved it. It was a great idea on your part, since literally no one else made homemade porn the way you did.

With you, it felt so natural and relatable and not at all like the washed-up pornstars that came before you. Your viewers loved you, and they were so attached to you. Though you considered yourself to be just another lost, twenty-three year old, your viewers thought you were perfect because of how honest you are. Being so close to them, you didn’t even mind when they called you Y/N, your real name.

Even at times when you weren’t uploading videos or going live on nexxxtdoor, you held a PG-13 rated Instagram live that allowed you to speak to your supporters on a less intense platform.

You were thankful for them, and they were thankful for you.

In the screen in front of him, Taehyung watches and listens as you talk about your card getting declined at Starbucks as you unclasp your bra. You pull the black straps down slowly until they completely fall off your arms, your boobs spilling out nicely. Your nipples are hard because of how cold it is in your apartment, but you let the people watching think it’s because you’re horny.

Though only the top half of your body is bare, Taehyung still admires you. Many of the girls had had worked with had fake boobs or a fake ass for the most part, not that it was a bad thing, it was just nice to see something he wasn’t used to.

You’re complaining again, this time about how you received a parking ticket that morning and you have no clue how you’re gonna pay for it with the amount of student debt you’re in. With a sigh, you wipe away another pathetic tear before turning on all fours with your ass in view of the camera; the black thong underneath your skirt hardly hiding anything.  

Your hand reaches under your pillow and pulls out a white vibrator. It looks dull and worn out, but no one really expecting you to have a top of the line one that costs $100.

“The police officer that gave me the ticket was pretty hot, though,” you say whilst getting into your original position on the bed. Taehyung then pauses the video, not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because he’s now realizing his hand had slipped past his pajama pants and he had began to palm himself through his boxers.

He can’t jerk off to the enemy, it’d only give you more power. But, he can follow the enemy on Instagram.

So he does exactly that.

lucy_fer is live…come watch!

The little banner pops up on Taehyung’s screen, staying for a few seconds before disappearing in his notifications tab. He considers the tempting invitation as he stares at the YouTube video that had been playing before being interrupted.

Sure, it was just an Instagram live and it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if he watched. But, what if you thought otherwise? What if you thought he was only watching just so he could scope out his competition?

“Screw it,” Tae mumbled before pulling down his notifications bar and clicking on the Instagram banner. It loaded within a few seconds and soon enough, Taehyung’s presence had been announced in the stream.

k.taehyung has joined.

But your face was turned elsewhere, talking to someone who was out of view of the camera. Secretly, Tae was hoping you’d turn back in time to acknowledge that fact that he was watching. And, much to his luck, you turned back towards the camera just as his was going away.

“Three hundred already?” you asked, watching the view count go up. “You guys must be bored.”

nam_joonie yep. why dont u take that shirt off and put on a show.

You read your ex-boyfriend’s comment with a sigh, leaning back on your couch as more comments from new viewers filled the screen. “You all know Namjoon,” you said to the viewers, grabbing the cup filled with water that stood on the coffee table next to your propped up phone. “I apologize that my ex is such a perv.” You took a sip of your drink as you roommate, Jennie, leaned into the frame to read a comment that caught her interest.

pinkszn.lisa girl fuck your ex, kim taehyung is here

Once Jennie read the comment out loud the water in your mouth was done for with the way you had begun to cough it up in shock.

You had heard of Taehyung, of course, and it was a surprise enough when he followed you on Instagram a few hours ago. He was intimating, to say the least, with his tattoos and blonde mullet and headbands and…wow. In fact, he was so intimidating, you hadn’t even watched any of his pornos. You knew he was good at his craft and didn’t need to watch any of his stuff to prove it.

When you were able to finally catch your breath, you turned to Jennie, shaking your head in shock. “Stop lying,” you choked out.

Seeing this as a second opportunity from hod himself to make his presence known, Taehyung typed out a comment.

k.taehyung hi hahaha

Rainbow hearts continued to fill up the screen as you read Tae’s comment whith wide eyes. He was actually here, watching you awkwardly get choked up over him.

“Taehyung!” you said suddenly, probably a little too excited. You cleared your throat as a way to calm down, “I…we…” nervously, you looked towards Jennie with a desperate facial expression that yelled ‘help me’.

“Why don’t you…guest him?” Jennie suggested.

“Oh, yes! Can I guest you, Taehyung?” You asked hopefully, though you already had requested for him to join before he could process what was going on. Sitting up on his couch, he looked down at the floor where his housemates Jungkook and Hoseok were sat in front of the television watching whatever sports game was on.

Of course Taehyung could afford to live alone, but these truly were his best friends.

“I’m about to go live. Try not to talk too much.” he said.

“That was a terrible pass,” Jeongguk said to Hoseok, clearly ignoring Taehyung’s request as he kept his eye on the basketball game. “I could pass better than that.”

Hoseok shakes his head, grabbing a few pieces of buttery popcorn that sat in the bowl on his lap. “You can’t even play basketball that good.”

“My point exactly! I could pass better than Williamson and I’m not even good at basketball; that’s tragic.”

With an eyeroll, Taehyung accepts the request to appear in your stream and gets himself in position with his phone camera, taking off his thick, clear glasses only momentarily to properly capture his face in the frame. Seconds later, the stream connect and he appears on the bottom half of the screen with you on top.

You open your mouth in shock once Taehyung is on screen then bring an arm to cover your eyes. “Woah, Taehyung! No shirt?!”

“Woah, Y/N, no bra?” he fired back, pointing out the obvious fact that your nipples were clearly hard under the thin, white shirt you wore. To anyone watching, they could easily mistake the two of you for lifelong friends with the way you were comfortable enough to joke around like this.

Or maybe it was just cheesy pornstar humor.

Slowly, you brought your forearm down from your eyes and got a good luck at Taehyung. He was indeed topless, flower tattoos on full display along with the gold chain that hung loosely around neck. He was a gorgeous sight, to say the least, and it’s no wonder why so many people enjoyed seeing him preform such filthy acts on his partners; never the same person twice, but always getting them to cum more than once.

You then realize this is your first time getting at good look at Tae’s face, other than the few Instagram photos you skimmed through when he followed you the day before. You also then realize you’d been staring at him in awkward silence since you brought your arm away.

You clear your throat, “touché. It’s nice to, like, see you for the first time.”

Taehyung raises a brow, had you never watched any of his stuff? He wants to ask, but also doesn’t want to seem cocky; it’s not like you were obligated to watch his pornos.

He decides to ask, the curiosity is killing him.

“I’m guessing that means you haven’t seen my stuff…” he says.

Now you’re embarrassed and wish you could go back in time and never make that comment about seeing him for thee first time. But you can’t, all you can do is shake your head and say, “I’m sorry, I don’t watch porn.”

“You’re the second most watched pornstar in the country and you don’t even watch porn?” he asks, confused.

You realize how stupid you sound and become embarrassed again. “Wait, no! Not like that, I mean. I watch my own stuff and I have some friends who do porn and I watch them…but that’s for support. I don’t get off to them or anything. Not because I can’t! I just…don’t want to…masturbate to my friends.”

It’s silent as Taehyung tries to take in what you said.

nam_joonie suddenly im not bored anymore

Although you and Namjoon have been broken up for quite some time now, he still knew when you were nervous about something, and that’s exactly what you were now.

You pretend you hadn’t seen Namjoon’s comment the same way to choose to ignore Jennie’s silent laughter fit. “I know who you are, though, Kim Taehyung,“ you nod as if you’re trying to reassure him while Jennie tries her best not to pass out from second-hand embarrassment.

Tae tilts his head up when he chuckles and you’re given an even better view of his neck and the tattoos that accompany it. If given the opportunity, any person would love to leave little purple bruises up and down his throat. But not you (you weren’t like other girls (and boys for that matter)), too afraid to mess with the beautiful artwork that Taehyung truly was.

And on top of that, everything about him was cute and sexy at the same and it nearly made your head explode. For example: the fact that he had neck tattoos was sexy, and the fact that they were flowers and butterflies made it cute. His blonde mullet was sexy, and the baby pink headband he usually wore underneath it was cute.

Then there was his smile. The smirk was sexy, but his boxy smile is what made your heart flutter. You were beyond nervous.

“I love your tattoos,” you compliment, “do you have anymore?”

“Mmhm!” he hums excitedly and it seems like the butterflies on his neck have made their way down to your belly. He holds his left hand up, showing off yet another butterfly tattoo – a blue one. “And I have one one each thigh of a bird.”

nam_joonie omg taehyung ur tattoos are so hot ugh the sexual tension between u two is killing me just fuck one of her holes already!!!

Namjoon isn’t the only one commenting, but it’s the only comment your eyes let you see. Taehyung sees it to and wonders if your ex boyfriend’s bitter jealousy would be a problem in whatever relationship he’s trying to form with you.

“Maybe I will,” Taehyung says with a smirk and no context at all, but everyone had seen Namjoon’s comment – made it hard to miss with it being so long. If you had water in your mouth, you’d be choking on it. And Jennie, who was off to your side, had her jaw slacked open at Tae’s straightforward and risky reply.

user1 we-

user2 TEA !

user3 and i oop-

…And more twitter slang flood the chat. You and Taehyung stay on live for another half hour, Namjoon doesn’t comment again so you assume he left after what Taehyung said. The rest of the broadcast goes well, consisting of you and Tae joking and talking and flirting with Jennie occasionally making fun of you or one of his roommates yelling about the basketball game.

It’s nice talking to Taehyung, it’s like he’s managed to become your friend in the short amount of time you’ve talked to him. When he listens to you speak, he pays attention and doesn’t interrupt you. And when you interrupt him when he’s speaking, he doesn’t mind because he likes seeing you get so excited. He’s literally the perfect boy.

So perfect that you want to keep talking to him forever, even when your eyelids get heavy and demand sleep. Jennie has already taken a shower and would be heading to bed soon, and any other day you’d be following her footsteps by getting ready to sleep.

“You’re tired,” Taehyung says when you yawn for the third time in a row.

You bring you index finger and thumb together, creating little space between them. “Just a tad bit.”

“Then sleep, don’t you have class in the morning?”

You nod, “I’m probably gonna drop out anyway, but yeah I do.”

"Then sleep,” he repeats so kindly it makes you want to close your eyes right there just to please him. He’s taken his glasses off now (making a show of it when he did so) and you’re able to look into his eyes better.

“I’ll go to bed if you do,” you challenge.

Taehyung isn’t sleepy, but he should be going to bed anyway so he’s not tired for tomorrow’s early shooting. “Yeah, I’m filming tomorrow, I need to go to bed.”

There’s something about Tae saying he has to film tomorrow that makes your heart drop. It’s like, in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you forgot he was the most watched pornstar and mistook him for an everyday boy who had a normal job and a normal life that could sustain a normal relationship. But you should know by now, nothing in your life is normal, and you and Taehyung had the same career in completely different aspects.

“Okay,” you sigh, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” he says before leaving the broadcast. He would’ve stayed on longer if his job wasn’t so demanding.

He waits a minute, and you’re finally done with your livestream. Then he waits, and waits, and waits until…

lucy_fer sent you a direct message.

It’s your phone number, along with a message.

lucy_fer / 1 min ago send nudes pls

Taehyung knows you’re joking, but considers sending a dick pic just to make you squirm. But he doesn’t, instead, he saves your number and sends a text of his own.

imessage today at 11:37 pm

no u

Withing the next few weeks, a friendship blossoms between you and Taehyung. You text everday now, and neither of you could be

You’ve uploaded more videos (to which Tae has jerked himself off to), and Taehyung has kept his title as number one and has starred in more films of his own (in which you was only to support because, again, you don’t watch porn).

It’s when he’s in his trailer with Seokjin getting ready to film another boring horny stepbrother when he get’s a text from you.

imessage today at 12:22 pm

i want to see u

in real life tho

like…i wanna meet u in real life

The last thing he texted you was a Jeongguk being stupid a few hours ago, so your lack of being able to respond quickly in this situation gave away the fact that this was something you had been thinking about a lot. He’s not too sure what to say in this sense. Yes, he’s your friend and wants to meet up with you, but what if something happens and changing the dynamic of your friendship? He cares for you the way a friend should (and probably a little more), and feels like you’re one of the few people who actually understand him. He definitely doesn’t want to lose you like Namjoon has.

He responds:

hmm, what prompted ur sudden interest in wanting to see me?

You’re quick to reply:

rmr a little while ago we talked about filming something together? u can come up here for a weekend, we could hang out and film something

taehyung:

so u only want me for my body?? i see how it is…

you:

oh quit it

so, what do u say? u can stay at my place

He tells you he’s going to think about it, but already knows he’s going to say yes. It’s all he can think about twenty minutes later when he’s fucking some redhead deep into the mattress. The sound of your girlish moans and gasps play so vividly in his mind, if he tries hard enough, he can pretend your sounds are coming from the girl’s mouth and you’rethe one he’s balls deep in.

And if he tries hard enough, he can pretend the little tuffs of the girl’s red hair that form against the pillow are your red devil horns.

And when he does try hard enough, he has to stop himself from cumming right then and there by distracting himself with other thoughts. He can’t think of you, of course – you’re the one who got him into this predicament in the first place.

Taehyung opens his eyes, trying his best to momentarily erase you from his mind. He looks down at the girl beneath him and is met with closed eyes and parted lips; her tongue was only slightly visible and was bit down on to stifle load moans.

The expression on her face is awkward, amateur almost, and Taehyung can’t stand it. He thrusts deeper, earning a high pitched moan from the girl and follows suit with a low groan.

He’s bored. Extremely bored. Then his mind drifts back to you, and he smiles because he’ll be seeing you in a few days. And for once, in a very long time, he’s excited for something. So excited that his boxy smile pays a visit and he has to bury his face in his co-star’s shoulder to cover it up.

Friday comes around rather quickly, and Taehyung finds himself halfway out of the front door with a duffel bag in his hand, saying goodbye to his roommates.

“No people, no parties, no dancing, no loud music, and Yeontan is the only animal allowed in this house. If I get a complaint from the neighbors, I swear–” Taehyung’s infamous exit speech is cut off by Jeongguk clasping a hand on his shoulder.

“Relax, hyung,” he says a little too calmly for Taehyung’s comfort, “nothing bad is gonna happen, don’t worry.”

The sound of tiny nails scraping against the wooden floor has made Tae forget what he was saying, only being able to focus on the beautiful dog running up to him.

He drops the bag, bending down to pet the fur and say goodbye to his faithful companion. “Please remember to take care of Yeontan; he’s very needy.”

“We will, I promise.” Hoseok says and Taehyung stands upright once again.

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” he adjusts the bag on his shoulder, “Gguk is the one that concerns me.”

Jeongguk scoffs, fake offended, “Me?! Why me?!”

“That time you went two days without food and didn’t even realize it.”

“That–I–it was for a gaming tournament! Plus, I drank Red Bull and that gave me all the energy i needed.” he tries to redeem himself, but it doesn’t work.

“Please just take care of my fucking dog,” is the last thing Taehyung says along with ‘goodbye’ before leaving his house.

The drive to your apartment is nearly two hours away, and Taehyung can hardly believe he’s going out of his way to hang out with a friend then have sex with her. It’s ridiculous yet so exciting. So…new.

You’re outside your apartment building when Taehyung arrives, heart beating out of both of your chest. He doesn’t leave the car, since the two of you agreed you’d go out in the city before coming back to your place, but you can already see he’s a lot taller in person. And a lot hotter, if that was possible.

You jog up to his Range Rover, the best looking car in the parking lot, and slide into his passenger seat. Before Taehyung is able to get a word in, you’ve already engulfed him into a tight hug. He’s thrown off his game by your sudden forwardness, but he doesn’t let it phase him. Instead, his arms find comfort around your waist, embarrassing you so tight and completely as if you’d melt away if he let go.

Then, you’re pushing him off of you, as if nothing happened.

“I can’t believe I’m here, with you, in your car. I bet so many of your fans would die to be in this position,” you run your fingers through your hair as a method to calm your nerves.

“And many other positions…” he jokes with a small smirk, handing you his phone so you can put in the address to the place you’re having lunch at.

“Touché,” you reply, and minutes later you’re on your way to a whole-in-the-wall cute, little restaurant. It’s mostly empty, so neither of you are recognized.

Taehyung picks a little table in the far corner by the window; just enough room for the both of you. He pulls out your chair, because he’s polite like that, before setting down your tray of food on the table and sitting down on his own seat.

“It’s raining,” you whisper, chin in the palm of your hand as you stare out the window.

Taehyung had started to place your food in front of you, but stops when he hears you speak. He looks up at you, and the only word he can use to describe you in this exact moment is ‘pretty’. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

He gulps, glancing out the window to see it had indeed began to rain. “Yeah,” is all he can say, because there’s not much you can say when you’re being taunted.

The sky is teasing him, as though it was saying, “ha ha, I can cry and you can’t”, because Tae is so at peace being here with you, he could actually cry. He’s happy for once, and wishes he didn’t have to hide it.

“It’ll be dark by the time the movie’s over,” Taehyung says while handing you your sandwich, “are we going straight to your place afterwards?”

“We can, I mean, it’s Friday and you don’t leave until Monday morning; we have the whole weekend to explore.”

Tae nods out of excitement but doesn’t show it. He’s been looking forward to filming with you and is happy you’re ready to do so as soon as possible. Now, he’ll just have to find a way to stop thinking or talking about it.

“So about the video we’re making today,” he takes a sip out of his lemonade.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna have my manager email yours to sort out some details, then I remembered I don’t have a manager–”

“Wait,” Tae raises a hand to silence you, “you don’t have a manager? Why not?”

Embarrassed, you slump back in your seat and shrug. “I dunno, I felt like I didn’t need one until now, honestly. All of my videos are filmed and edited by me and on the rare occasion I have someone to film with, they’re people I know personally; not big time…pornstars.” you whisper the last part because although the restaurant is mostly empty, you’re still in public.

“I’m literally just a YouTuber that takes her clothes off,” you continue.

“Even YouTuber’s have managers, don’t they?” he points out.

Before you can respond, your phone starts to vibrate on the table. “It’s Jennie,” you say, “do you mind if I…?” you hold your phone up with pleading eyes, claiming the call could be important. Taehyung says it’s fine and takes a bite out of his own sandwich while you accept the call.

“Yeah?…Oh, okay!…Can you tidy up before you go?…I know, but still…Great, have fun…Oh, shut up…Thank you, I love you…Alright bye,” Is all Taehyung hears from your forty-second conversation before setting your phone back down.

“That was my roommate, she just left for the weekend, so me and you have the apartment to ourselves.”

“You have a roommate?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, Jennie.”

“Does she know you do porn?”

“Mmhm, she was in my video before. I think I titled it: Pussy Is God.”

“Knowing you, you probably replaced the S’s with dollar signs.”

You smile, “You know me pretty well, don’t you?”

And he does know you pretty well. Just like he knows when the two of you are exiting the restaurant, you make sweater paws with your hands because you’re cold. So he holds your hand and let’s your fingers intertwine the entire walk to his car and tells himself it’s just platonic hand holding.

And when you’re in the theater watching Endgame, he feels your body tremble as you watch Iron Man take his final breath. You don’t cry, but Taehyung let’s the tear he was holding in fall from his eye. He doesn’t think you saw it, but you do, and later on he let’s you assume it’s the movie that made him cry. But really, it was you.

You had brought Kim Taehyung to tears.

Because when he’s with you, he isn’t thinking about his job or stress, or anything. Your presence had captured him and tricked him into thinking he, being the person he is, could handle being in a relationship; a serious one at that.

And that’s exactly what he was afraid of.

“Just admit it, you big baby. We basically went on a date.” You say hours later as you lead Taehyung into your apartment.

“Oh, you think so?” Taehyung asks as you flick on the light switch.

“Well, we had lunch, held hands, saw a movie, and we’re about to have sex so…yeah, I think it’s safe to say we went on a date.”

Upon entering your apartment, Taehyung notes it’s as small as you said it would be, but didn’t expect for there to be so many new, expensive appliances. Seriously, your fridge, flat screen television, and microwave all look so out of place in your crappy apartment. He assumes your porn money as started rolling in, but doesn’t ask.

“You wanna film now?” Taehyung asks, slipping off his shoes when you notices you doing the same.

“Why wait?” You ask with a devilish smirk, “I’m gonna change, but please, make yourself at home.”

You’re in your room getting dressed in your usual skirt, bra, and devil horns (and even a little bit of makeup because…fuck it) while Taehyung takes time to prepare himself with a mini prep talk while he waits.

“I’m ready if you are,” you call from your doorframe. Taehyung’s dick already feels like it’s stirring in his pants, so he tries his best not to look at you when he enters your room and sits on the edge of your bed, directly in front of your only camera.

“Are you ready?” you ask, a finger on the ‘record’ button.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replies.

You press record and sit down next to him.

“It’d be so funny if I just put in, like, clips of our first livestream together when you said you would fuck one of my holes,” you laugh, and Taehyung is amazed at how comfortable you became in a matter of seconds. You truly were a natural at this, and it put him at ease.

“Please don’t do that,” he replies, shaking his head.

“Im gonna do it, but, anyway…! I’m here with Kim Taehyung! And I have a gift for him!” You lean over to your bedside drawer to retrieve your gift for him, Tae lets out a desperate sigh when he gets a clear view of your ass.

“Usually, I have my co-star for the evening wear complimentary devil horns, right? But, for you, I went out and got you your own pair. They don’t look much different than mine or any other pair, but these are special…because they’re yours.” you pull the headband from behind your back and gently place it in his hands and watch as he stares at them for a moment.

Although they’re the same style of the ones of the ones usually featured in your videos, they’re different in some way. Newer. Cleaner. His to keep.

He stares at them in silence, making you nervous by the second, and you make a mental note to edit awkward Wii music in at this part. “..so do you like it, or…?”

Instead of responding, he moves his tattooed-hand up to his hair and removes his baby blue headband in a swift motion; replacing it with his new gifts. Out of his duffel bag, he pulls out a light pink supreme headband (similar to his infamous one) and gives it to you, claiming he also brought you a gift.

And for the sake of the porno (and because you like him so much without realization), you take off your devil horns and replace them with the headband he’s given you.

When Taehyung stares at you, he feels like his looking at his heart in human form. He can’t look away and sure as hell doesn’t want to. But, he’s not in love. He’s in lust and in like and all the things that come with having a crush because Jesus Christ he has the biggest, fattest crush on you, Y/N.

“Do I look like you?” you ask.

“Nope, you look way better,” he compliments.

You wave your hand in a motion that says, ‘as if’. He isn’t used to working without a script, but is too shy to ask how you plan on getting things started. And, like you read his mind, you instruct him to lay back on the bed, and he does so.

"What, are you gonna top me?” Taehyung asks with a cocky smile and a raised brow, elbows holding himself up as he watches you crawl over him until your faces are centimeters apart.

“You’d make such a cute, little bottom,” your lips brush against his with every word you speak, and yet, you’re still not kissing. “But no, just relax.” You might as well had been speaking a foreign language Taehyung had no knowledge of because he had no clue what you were saying; too distract by the fact that your lips were literally on his and you weren’t even kissing, though you both so badly want to.

“Kiss me, pussy,” is what you want to say to him, but you don’t. Your lips place delicate kisses down his neck, so soft and subtly and almost nonexistent, not wanting to cover up his tattoos with hickeys.

Your hands make their way down to his jeans until you’re undoing his belt and sliding it off with ease. With his elbows hosting himself up again, Taehyung watches you pull his jeans down all the way to his ankles until they’ve met the same fate as his Gucci belt. When you hook a finger on the waistband of his boxers, he stops you with a question.

“What’re you doing?” he slurs, and regrets asking such a dumb question because he already knows damn well what you’re gonna do.

“Gonna suck you off; is that okay?”

It’s more than okay, honestly. It’s just, Taehyung is a giver. His fans pay to watch him give and give and give until they’re watching his cum drip out of someone’s swollen cunt; he definitely wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of sex and couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gotten a proper blowjob.

He doesn’t respond verbally, only giving a light nod and running his tongue across his top lip.

Getting the answer you were hoping for, you tug off Taehyung’s boxers with a single finger, his cock springing free and laying flat against his abdomen. Precum leaks from his reddening tip and you can’t help but gasp at the euphoric sight. Taehyung smiles in delight when the soft noise leaves your mouth, and suddenly, he’d confident again.

Your hand makes it’s way to grab a hold of Tae’s cock, using the pad of your thumb to smear the seeping precum along his tip. He let’s out a moan of pleasure, already obsessed with the feeling of your small hand wrapped around his ever-hardening member.

Starting off with slow strokes, you lower your head until you’re inches away from his dick. You’re not even doing much, yet Taehyung feels like he could cum right now just by the way you’re looking at him; so dark and lustful and sinful, like the she-devil you truly were.

Without warning, your tongue presses itself alongside Tae’s tip, peppering the sides with small kitten licks. “Shit,” he mutters, eyes tightly shut. If he thought your hands were good, your tongue nearly sent him into overdrive.

The little kitten lick only last for a few seconds longer, and then your mouth is completely around him. He’s big around you, and it’ll take a bit of work if you plan on getting him to the back of your throat.

You pull your mouth away from with a pop, your free hand stroking off parts of him your mouth couldn’t reach quite yet. He’s still propped up on his elbows, watching as you get him off.

Your mouth is wrapped around him once again, and soon enough, his eyes are back to being shut as he takes in the warm feeling of your mouth. Taehyung fights the urge to buck his hips once you’re finally able to allow him deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you fight off your gag reflex.

He even fights thee urge once you’ve gotten used to the feeling and began to slowly bob your head. He grabs a fistful of your hair tightly, earning a pleasing groan from you that vibrates around his dick. Pulling only a slight bit harder on your hair gets another reaction out of you, this time causing your left hand to work your way down into your panties.

The sight alone makes Taehyung want to replace your fingers with his own; watching his tattooed-hand disappearing into your underwear until his fingers are circling around your clit, slipping his fingers between your slick folds until they’re completely covered. He’d bring his fingers up to your mouth and whisper “taste yourself, baby, taste how wet you are for me,” then his fingers would be in your mouth, licking your juices clean. And he’d bring his hand back down to your cunt, calling you his good girl while we thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

But that can’t happen, at least not tonight while you were recording and, oh fuck…he was so caught up, Taehyung forgot this whole thing was being filmed.

“Shit, fuck, stop it,” he instructs, knowing he’d release right then and there if you kept this up.

“Something wrong?” you ask, your big doe eyes peering up at him with your mouth glistening with his precum. You looked so innocent yet so sinful and it drove Taehyung so crazy.

He’s taking his shit off, leaving him completely naked and you follow suit. “I shouldn’t be selfish,” he says when you’re leaning over him, hardening nipples brushing against his own chest. “You need to get off too, right?”

You grin with a nod before finally kissing him. It’s not a cute, first kiss you’d imagined it being, but it was something. Sloppy, messy, and horny.

When he tries to lift you up to lay you on your back, you stop him by pulling away from his lips and harshly grabbing his shoulder blade. “I’m going to top.”

Taehyung chuckles because he thinks your joking, and when he realizes you’re being serious, he shakes his head. “Absolutely not,” his dominant side had slowly began to show.

“That’s what you think,” you say, and reach down to grab his cock. He decides there’s no point in fighting you on this since your mind is made up and admits defeat by replacing your hand with his and rubbing his tip against your folds.

Your grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes closed while you let him tease your entrance. His tip lazily brushes circles on your cunt, and you can’t help but a let out a high-pitched whine when he’s finally inside of you.

His thrusts are slow at first, giving you time to stretch out around him. “Okay,” you sigh, once you’re finally ready for harder, deeper thrusts.

“You wanted to top so badly,” he says, “you do all the work.”

You let out a laugh but deiced it’s fair, so you rock your hips against his, grabbing his thighs to hold onto in the process. You’ve just started, but the feeling of Taehyung finally inside of you after all these weeks already has the both of you moaning, thankful your roommate was out of town.

Your head is thrown back now as you keep the steady pace, hair sticking to the sweat on your back while Tae keeps a firm grip on your waist. His eyes are still closed in fear of releasing right then and there if he opened his eyes to see the sight of you on top of him.

“Taehyung…I–I–” you’re barely able to talk, so close to your climax you can hardly get a word out.

“You wanna come?” he asks, fingers moving down to massage your clit, adding all the more reason for you to orgasm.

“Please,” you whine, although it’s not like Taehyung has told you to ask for permission to come, this is just you in your natural state. And he loves it.

“Then come,” he says, and your orgasm rips through you, the type that has your eyes rolling back and body shaking. Tae can’t help but do the same moments later, the feeling of your cum dripping around him a little too much to handle. The inside of your walls are splattered white, but you don’t mind much; at least you’re on the pill.

The two of you pant as you come down from your highs, both exhausted at this point. And you, being yourself, reach down to give Taehyung a high-five, to which he accepts with a laugh.

“That was fun,” you say, just now rising off of him and trying your best not to groan at the feeling of emptiness.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “you’re good at your job.”

You accept and return the compliment before turning off the camera and excusing yourself in the bathroom.

Alone with his thoughts, Taehyung flops backwards on your bed and recall what has just happened. He’s scared, he feels like you’ve trapped him in your heart, like a caged animal. He knows he shouldn’t have feelings for him, but he can’t help himself; you were absolutely perfect in his eyes.

When you enter the room again and lay down next to him, he thinks about how little he cares about anything other than you. He doesn’t care if his career doesn’t allow it, what his friends will say, or what his fans will say. He only wants you.

“Y/N?” he calls softly, turning his head to look at you.

“Yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

#bts #bts smut #taehyung #taehyung smut #bts imagine #bts scenario #kpop imagines #kpop scenario #kpop smut #jeongguk #jungkook #jimin #hoseok #namjoon #kim seokjin #yoongi

[eag1e98]

Virtual Aces

So this short is an irrelief fic. Going off of @tsarisfanfiction prompt videogames. I imagined at some point in Scott's teenage life he played video games, air combat video games in particular. Fast forward to present day Alan finds Scott's old games and the fun ensues.

"Wow...how old is this?" Alan whispered to himself as he rifled through an unmarked cardboard box. The underground hangars had their fair share of cardboard boxes. Even though most were in storage rooms some found their way into various corners of the hangars. Alan had literally stumbled upon one near the maintenance desks that sat ready to assist with any task involving Thunderbird 1. Alan was placing a can of wax and a buffer pad on the desk after waxing one of the stabilizers. It was a task Scott usually did, and actually enjoyed but he was busy assisting Virgil with maintenance on Thunderbird 2. The waxing could not wait any longer.

Alan had already finished washing and waxing and was ready for a break. Or...at least something else to do. The box beside the desk was worn. It's flaps were coming apart and the bottom corners had stains after sitting in a slightly humid hangar for who knows how long. Alan had opened the box to find a black console and some cords. Alan picked up the box and ran upstairs hoping to further inspect it in privacy.

Alan bypassed any curious brothers and retreated to his room. After pulling the black console out of the box he realized exactly what he was looking at.

It's a video game console.

Due to its age he guessed the possible owners of the video game console. Alan found a single plastic disc case missing any sort of cover that might identify the contents on the disc. Alan opened up the case and read the label on the disc...air combat ace...huh it must be Scott's. Alan was so entranced with his new found treasure that he did not hear the footsteps stopping in his bedroom doorway.

"What are you doing?" Alan jumped like a spring loaded toy. "G'ah!...oh Kayo it's you I thought you were someone else." Kayo had just returned from the gym. Her intuition was on point when it came to her brothers. She knew Alan was up to something. "What are you hiding Alan?" "Nothing..." Alan had never mastered the art of lying. "I saw you running upstairs with a box. Just tell me what you found." Kayo was not looking to snitch on her youngest brother. She hoped it was family history or something like that...which it kind of was.

Alan paused and thought for a moment. His sister had nothing to gain from ratting him out and every ounce of curiosity he had. "I think...I think it's Scott's old game console." Kayo and Alan were not alive when Scott was a teenager so they knew little about the games he played...but they both knew Scott's love of older jet aircraft especially military aircraft. Scott had flown in the United States Air Force for 5 years. Virgil had told the younger siblings about Scott's affinity for warbirds before, but never had they looked at their eldest brother as a gamer.

Alan started setting up the console and plugging it in to the older TV that sat in his room. Antique games were still appreciated in the age of newer TVs and holoprojectors which meant that older consoles could still be hooked up and used. "Look at these older VR headsets! These are so cool!" Alan was delighted to see elements of Scott's childhood. Kayo checked the hallway for Virgil or Scott before sitting down on the floor next to Alan and grabbing the second controller.

There was a moment of suspense as Alan switched on the TV then the console. It would be a real letdown if the console didn't work. The TV sat with a black screen for what seemed like ages until...ding. The word Gamestation appeared on the screen. It works.

Alan had played flying games before even though he preferred his usual role playing games. Kayo didn't game as much but she had taken to any flying game she came across during trips to the arcade with her brothers. Air combat ace was a simple game that allowed up to 4 players to battle together against bots, battle in teams, or battle each other. The aircraft in the game were from the 2010s and 2020s. "So how about we battle each other?" Alan smirked at Kayo who was never one to back down from a challenge. "You're on Alan Tracy." Another voice spoke from the doorway, "You sure about that?" This time Kayo and Alan both jumped. It was Scott.

"Wow... where'd you find my old Gamestation console, I've been looking everywhere for this!" Scott was even more amazed that the thing still worked. "I found it in the hangar...sorry for running off with it." Scott couldn't be mad at Alan...not after finding this treasure. He sat down on the bed intending to spectate. "I'm just glad you found it. Do you guys want help with controls?" "I think we got it." Alan answered as he and Kayo went through the aircraft selection. Kayo eyed the stealth fighter, it looked sleek and maneuverable like her bird. It was called a raptor. Alan chose the same plane. The choices didn't surprise Scott, it was his favorite plane in the game after all. The gaming pair slipped on their VR headsets and commenced battle.

The score was 2 for Kayo, 1 for Alan. After kill 3, Alan pulled off his headset in defeat. "Man, I'm no good at these games...but I guess you have an advantage being the pilot of Thunderbird Shadow." Alan plopped down on his bed next to Scott. "Keep trying, you'll get it," Kayo encouraged her younger brother. "Wait...Scott I challenge you to a dogfight." Kayo had been learning a bit of air combat basics from Scott...only because he knew he couldn't keep her out of a dogfight if a rescue required it. Scott had not taught her everything though. "The student challenging the teacher...bold of you to think I taught you everything. Plus, this is my game." "Well if you aren't busy..." Kayo's grin showed all the competitive spirit that being raised around brothers gave her. Scott returned the expression, "F. A. B. you're on."

Scott took Alan's place on the floor and grabbed the headset and controller. The match continued where it left off. The match would end when someone reached 5 kills, the traditional amount that designated an ace. Alan watched the split screen on the TV in awe. The two virtual jets were locked in a tight furball. Not a word was spoken between the two pilots. Each jet turning and flipping, trying to get an angle on the other. Poof...Kayo's screen erupted in a fireball as Scott landed a missile hit.

10 minutes had passed in the match. Virgil and Gordon peeked in the room to see what was going on. "Who's winning?" Gordon whispered to Alan hoping not to disturb the spectacle before them. Scott had 4 kills and Kayo had managed to land 1 kill bringing her score to 4. The score was tied. Alan's bed was now a metaphorical grandstand as Virgil, Gordon, and Alan watched the enduring battle before them.

Boom...Kayo's screen erupted in fire...match over. Scott and Kayo let out a huff. "That match was the most fun I'd had in years with that game, good job." Scott held his hand up for a high five. Kayo smiled back and high fived her humble brother. "Pay up Virge!" Gordon laughed. Scott and Kayo whipped around to see the audience that had formed behind them. "When did you guys get in here?" Scott questioned. "At the tiebreaker." Virgil chuckled. "I think we have a new family challenge."

From then on the family had their challenge. Beat their own virtual ace.

#irrelief2020 #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #alan tracy #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #gordon tracy

[zsweber-studios]

Ranking all of the Marianas Trench Songs, Part 1: The Masterpiece Theatre

Since the start of the quarantine, I have listened to the entire discography of the Canadian punk-rock band Marianas Trench more times than I can count, and in doing so, I’ve made myself fairly well acquainted with them. However, of the people I know in real life, I am one of three people who know about Marianas Trench, the other two being my younger twin sisters, who initially introduced me to them via a Homestuck Lyricstuck video.

No, I am not a Homestuck, I just know they exist.

However, being as I am greatly acquainted with Marianas Trench music and supremely bored, I’ve decided to go ahead and make my own ranking of all of the Marianas Trench discography, to show the maybe half-dozen people who will actually see this post why Marianas Trench is such a good band, and why they too should be listening to them during this hellish quarantine when the whole of the world is dying and at war with each other.

With that said, let’s get started with the rankings, starting with the first album by Marianas Trench I ever listened to: Masterpiece Theatre

1. Masterpiece Theatre I: The first movement of Masterpiece Theatre, it gives a good introduction to this orchestral-punk style that pervades much of the album. The verses skirt the line between a beautiful choral breakdown and a rock ballad, while the chorus hits hard and strong. About halfway through, it switches styles suddenly, with a more jazzy punk style, before finally landing on a strong choral breakdown that fades into a soft harmonic union. A great start to the whole performance, but also a good stand-alone. 9/10

2. All to Myself: The first song after Masterpiece Theatre I, it displays a much more classic punk-rock feel that feels distinctly of early 2000′s era music. It hits very strongly in nostalgia for me myself, and the lyrics and style are both very strong. However, it doesn’t really stand out too much compared to much of the discography by punk bands of the early 2000′s, as such it’s probably one of the weaker songs on this album. 7.5/10

3. Cross My Heart: Another song that feels distinctly early-2000′s era punk. It took me a dozen listens of the album for me to realize that the opening few chords of the song was making me think of Counting Crows’ Accidentally In Love, which was why I was hit by such a deja vu sensation. Also, the first song to display the running theme of this album, which is the use of lyrics and lines from the other songs on the album in the Masterpiece Theatre itself. Very energetic and enthusiastic, the lyrics are fun and creative, and is always fun to sing and listen to. 9/10

4. Beside You: A bit jarring to go from such a pump-up punk-rock song to a soft and soothing solo, but once you reach the chorus, it picks you right back up again. Trading out the guitars and drums for maracas and vocal breakdowns in the background offer a very different, but very pleasant sensation, one that fills with emotion and lifts you up. By far, the most emotional part is the bridge, with the singer’s desperate pleas in his evocative vocal breakdown. Overall, 8.5/10

5. Acadia: Upon first blush, not that intense of a song, though it does feel nice to listen to. It’s your classic coming-of-age song, looking back on childhood and the path you’ve forged since then. The real strong point of the song comes from the supposed ‘Acadia’ mentioned in the song, which is apparently a real place in Vancouver, British Colombia. At that point, the song takes on a far more heavy and emotional weight to it, as it is a song about a home that was torn down, and now literally all that remains of this person’s past is the memories he treasures so dearly. Of the songs on this album, it’s one of the weakest, but the meaning behind it brings it up a bit. 8/10

6. Masterpiece Theatre II: The second movement of Masterpiece Theatre. Frankly, the weakest of the three movements, in my opinion. It doesn’t really add anything new to the piece, and leans heavily on the first movement, and the parts from the other songs on the album. Despite that, it is still immensely enjoyable to listen to, especially with the choral breakdowns and background music the album is known for. With the rest of the album, it fits very nicely as the midsection of the piece, however on its own it has less legs to stand on. 7/10

7. Sing Sing: Back to the high octane rush of punk-rock and pop that the first two non-Masterpiece songs had, it’s a fun and fast song that pumps you up and makes you feel good. It is very indicative of much of early 2000′s punk, as with the others, however stands out again with the fun choral and vocal parts thrown in around the midway part of the song. It’s fun, fairly unique, and pumps you up--what’s not to love? 8.5/10

8. Good to You: Once more, right after the rush of punk, we’re brought down by a beautiful rock ballad. It’s slower and softer than the other songs on this album, but the chorus picks up as it embraces the rock part of the ballad. The duet is beautiful and loving, and feels strongly of the devotion meant to be portrayed in it. It breaks up the intensity of the rest of the album beautifully, while also keeping itself distinct and withing the overall theme and style of the album. 9/10

9. Celebrity Status: Right beside Cross My Heart, possibly one of my favorite songs on the album. The lyrics are smart and quick, hit hard and fast, and make it a fun listen, both in the actual listening, as well as the meaning--of gaining celebrity status, but in order to do so, cutting off everything that really matters. It stands out with the choral-harmonic style during the bridge that is emblematic of Marianas Trench, while still feeling distinctly of that nostalgia factor I’ve mentioned previously. Overall, a great song. 9/10

10. Perfect: Can I speak frankly for a moment? This song gets it. This song gets what it feels like to strive for perfection, or to have someone expecting perfection from you, and you having to strive for it over and over again, only to fall short. It’s presented in this fun and energizing song style that buffers the heavy message of the song--that is, that having such high expectations, and forcing others to try to rise to those, can be a form of abuse that tears them down and is killing them, makes them desperate. 10/10

11. Lover Dearest: I’ve come to notice that just before the last song of the album, Marianas Trench has one last sad and somber song. This one is seeped with bitter sadness. The absolute absence of all other instruments but the piano really drives home the loneliness and solemnity of the situation the song is portraying. Though it does eventually include the other members of the band, closer to the end, it comes across as feeling more of that desperation. Again, a beautiful song. 10/10

12. Masterpiece Theatre III: Here we are. The moment we’ve been building up to all along. Literally every line, every moment, every breath of this song is a line and moment pulled from another song in the album, rewoven into a new setting, a new style that drives up, and up, through different styles and feels that this song is offering up. This was the piece that made me realize Marianas Trench was what would happen if Bohemian Rhapsody was an actual genre of music--the interweaving of genre, style, and emotion all builds up beautifully, in what has to be the strongest and most beautiful song on the album. On it’s own, it’s fun to listen to. As the final song of the album? It is perfection. 10/10

#marianas trench #masterpiece theatre #ranking

[carlyfrombleachers]

Liveblogging of TS6 (reputation)

Okay. Let me preface this by saying I don’t like Taylor Swift. I think she’s a boring artist, who brings close to nothing to the table. The reason I’m even listening to Reputation is because I keep getting recommended an interview of Jack Antonoff where he talks about New Year’s Day (which is a song on Reputation) and I really want to watch that but I also want to know what the fuck he’s talking about. So here we are. Don’t expect more stuff like this from me. I expect this to be just a one-off thing. Swifties, don’t fucking come after me or I will cry. The only other TS album I listened to was Lover, and I thought it was trash. Absolute garbage. And apparently this one is worse than Lover. I don’t know if I’ll regret this.

Let’s begin, I guess.

...Ready For It?

I keep thinking of that one voice clip from the Hannah Montana intro (?) where you faintly hear a girl say “are you ready for it?” and that’s my first impression just by looking at the title.

I’m hitting ‘play’ right now.

Oh nevermind, I forgot to pay Deezer this month. YouTube it is.

Hey look, Ajay is in my recommended. Queen of reactions.

Help what is this

rockstar taylor??

what the fuck is up with the beat

chorus felt weak. this is my first opinion im not done with the track

i looked at the music video for 3 seconds and i saw a horse bye

i was distracted by the music video help i dont like this

since i looked at the music video for just a lil while i should say it looks weird. it is weird in a bad way it looks like some knockoff cyberpunk thing.

why didnt she just name this “Are You Ready For It?”

I’m... not particularly blown away by this track. It’s fine. I wouldn’t bop to it but I wouldn’t object to it playing somewhere. It’s like... it’s decent.

End Game (ft. Ed Sheeran, Future)

I don’t know who Future is.

she said reputation haha thats the name of the album

ok future is a rapper i dont listen to rap thats why i dont know him

after listening to lover i cant believe this is the same woman this is so weird

not looking forward to the ed sheeran part

“i wanna be your end game” this wasnt really what i was expecting

fuck off ed sheeran (i just reached his part)

according to some tabloid lady gaga mistook ed sheeran for a waiter? i would do the same thing if i saw this redhead fuckface on the street as well lol

“big reputation, big reputation, you and me got a big reputation” so deep!!!

I guess I should take this time to-- is she rapping?

Sorry, I got distracted. I don’t think every song needs to be this huge deep piece that must be deeply analyzed for centuries, but I do expect some interesting message or context for a track at least. If it sounds good, I’d also give it a pass. 

This one? This was boring. I would not verbally object to this playing close to me, I would just have a grossed out look on my face during the chorus.

I Did Something Bad

I keep reading the title in Akasaka Sad’s tune. You know the part where Rina says “A-ka-sa-ka sad, I’m a sucker”? I keep thinking “I did-I did something bad”. I don’t expect it to be like that.

“i never trust a narcissist but they love me” taylor talks about her fanbase

sorry to drag swifties publicly but i will forever take an opportunity to drag a swiftie

predictable antithesis use there with “i did something bad so why does it feel so good” but okay

why was taylor branded a snake again? she pretended it was “””gone””” with lover but like. it’s weird. its not like she punched kanye on stage in 2008 or something. i dont care enough to search for evidence that taylor is a snake so lol go off i guess

dont enjoy the post-chorus part where she’s like drddddddd dddddddd it feels so distracting the gunshots were more than enough

Yeah, this one was fine. My favorite up to this point, I think.

Don’t Blame Me

lol she said “dont blame me” then it buffered bye

i was showering for the past 25 minutes hello i was listening to track 10 and melodrama

i am enjoying this one kinda

“dont blame me love made me crazy” haha wait until you find out what your next era is

“i once was poison ivy now im your daisy” this is a pretty good line honestly

obligatory katy flop moment: haha taylor could hit the high notes in daisy

this sounds like a country song especially in the chorus i dont know what to really make of it

“loooord save me” this is why your female fans are called horse girls

This was... pretty good. The chorus weirds me out still, but it had its good moments. It was nice.

Delicate

stop saying reputation in the reputation album

this autotune voice bits of hers are so distracting

i say as i listen to how i’m feeling now by charli xcx

yes i did just roast myself. gotta leave the swifties with nothing

god the music video for this track has 400m views this woman is making my faves look like indie stars LOL

I keep getting distracted because this song is boring. It’s... okay. I guess. The music video was pretty cute. Nothing caught my attention in the track, but it sounds like gym music. It would play on a gym owned by a 30-something white woman during the yoga classes and you know it.

Look What You Made Me Do

We’ve all heard this song. I’m gonna listen to it and then be done with it.

I guess I’ll just watch the music video.

ONE BILLION VIEWS????????????

Okay. I watched the music video.

Really? All the fem guys dancing with her?

I’m not going to sit here and be like “fem guys are BAD and should all die and never be represented” because… lol. But it is kind of annoying how it was literally just fem guys dancing with her and doing all those faces because you KNOW she was looking for the impressionable gays to go “omg taylor progressive!!!!” and go talk about it on social media.

But am I saying that because I don’t like Taylor? Yes. But that doesn’t make my point less valid.

The music video was pretty good, the production on this track is really good (thank you Jack Antonoff xx) and the track itself is good. Not outstanding or perfect or a serve, it’s good.

Also the ending with all her previous eras? That was cool. The uncool part is most of the “look how rich I am” parts… because we all know you’re rich, Taylor. Nice SFX.

So It Goes…

i got an ad whyyyyyyy

fuck this shit i cant keep up with what shes saying im pulling genius out for this one

this is not lyrically deep i can tell already from genius

im not a fan of love songs i already have CRJ to cover that base and Lorde covers breakup songs I guess and this song is just. boring. lol

Nothing really shocking or noteworthy here, it’s just.. okay.

Gorgeous

I got another ad FUCK

i got a boss baby ad help

god boss baby really was something huh i completely forgot about that

why am i talking about boss baby

okay. reputation

why did a baby say gorgeous

HELP i am so disappointed this is the one track with the lyric video and god this is disappointing

i saw this and i was like “oh shit shes gonna talk about how its gonna be gorgeous when u die” or smth and

lol. LOL. the depth is nonexistent and the bar is in hell

who wrote this? you lied

This song is so boring, LOL. I expected so much from it and was instantly disappointed when the pre-chorus hit. You had everything on your plate and you ate the plate itself. Girl. What the hell. Why. You could’ve given us an anthem about hating your man, and you took the easy route.

Getaway Car

im intrigued

okay im listening and this sounds very jack antonoff? the shotgun thing made me immediately go o_o

it felt a bit weak at the end but at the start i was enjoying it quite a lot… i think this is my fave

I enjoyed this one quite a lot :) It was pretty good but not an amazing masterpiece. It was better than LWTMMD and that’s all I have to say.

King Of My Heart

sounds boring haha

taylor keeps putting these trap beats in things sister youre not lorde LOL

yeah this is kinda boring

WAIT A MINUTE NEW YEARS DAY IS THE LAST TRACK???? IM GONNA HAVE TO STICK UNTIL THE END oh my god please no

i dont. i .. i knew this would be happening but i didnt expect it to be the last one

i guess the timing is accurate ha ha ha ha

i just heard ariana grande

I keep hearing Ariana Grande on this track. Is that good? I don’t know.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

why are there so many songs in this fucking album

the beat is.. okay. it is catchy

oh i like this i think. its pretty nice

the chorus is nice. yes. i do kind of enjoy this

Yeah, I liked this one. Pretty good writing, and it sounds great.

Dress

wtf is this song why is it so horny

horny taylor is weird stop being horny please

this song is okay i would not revisit it because its just weird. do not like this!!!

when carly rae jepsen says slide on through my window it is funny but when taylor sings i bought this dress so you could take it off i die

oh that second of silence was really good

[looks at the producer] [it’s jack antonoff] :)

This song weirds me out. I don’t like it. It had its moments production-wise but it was... weird.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

I expect good things from this. With a title like that? Give me a bop.

Currently not being a bop.

Okay, it was cute. Nothing amazing. Just… fine. Cute attempt.

oh i liked the spoken part thats what i expected from this song

Call It What You Want

this is about genitalia this is my prediction

It was not about genitalia.

This song is pretty good if you remove all the mentions to her lover and her man and her baby, which are all the same person, I guess.

This is disappointing.

JACK ANTONOFF BACKING VOCALS

I LOVE YOU JACK

umm anyways

OH HE DID IT AGAIN IM GONNA CRY i love this man

I expected so much from this track and the chorus just… disappointed me.

JACK!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! KEEP SINGING!!!!!

i love this man im gonna cry

The highlight of this song is the part where Jack Antonoff sings.

New Year’s Day

wow the reason why im doing this shit

look at him. :)

this song was cute. nothing special. just cute. very okay.

just. okay. yeah. pretty fine.

nothing special.

Final Thoughts On The Album

It was better than Lover.

I expected this to be a concept album, all about the drama she’s gotten into? But it was just boring love songs with some extra flair. I expected great things from this album, having only heard LWYMMD from it before this. A concept album that’s just an answer/clapback to everyone’s who wronged her à la Yellow Flicker Beat (I know it’s for a movie but that song slaps and I don’t know a thing about Hunger Games) would’ve been PERFECT but it was just... love songs. I need Taylor to stop singing about love and start serving us big meals.

I would not like to revisit this. Like, 5/10. It could’ve been a lot better, but it wasn’t because you’re too afraid to cross some lines, Taylor.

Final Ranking:

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Getaway Car

Look What You Made Me Do

I Did Something Bad

Don’t Blame Me

New Year’s Day

Call It What You Want

...Ready For It?

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

So It Goes...

End Game (feat. Ed Sheeran, Future)

Dress

Delicate

King Of My Heart

Gorgeous

taylor flop stream gone now

#taylor swift #liveblog #liveblogging #reputation #swifties dont kill me thanks #i dont like taylor swift why did i do this #music

[kagohme]

Rapport

This is my first hakyona fic, and it’s really silly, but I hope you enjoy!

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Fic Prompt: I’m your new neighbor and I’m using your wifi au

Yona fisted her hair out of frustration. Why was it taking so damn long to send the email? she thought.

She glanced at the clock on her laptop screen and closed her eyes, annoyance boiling to a dangerous peak.

3 o’clock. Right on the dot.

Ever since her new neighbor moved in next door, her Wi-Fi would get suspiciously slow during the early morning, specifically around 3 o’clock in the morning. Much to her dismay, her new neighbor just happened to move in during midterms, so Yona would be up during the dead of the night either studying or finishing up assignments. Or at least trying to.

It started with an unsent assignment for her online class. After that, it was a late message she received from one of her group partners about the change in their presentation date. Then, it was a buffering Netflix movie she wanted to watch when she couldn't sleep. Every single time, around the exact same time. It was too much of a coincidence.

Granted, Yona could place a password on her Wi-Fi, but she didn’t see the point considering majority of the apartment tenants didn’t even know how to operate any sort of modern technology. Also, she lost the CD to her router, so it was pretty useless to even try.

The email still hadn’t sent. Anxiety prickled at her being, and she began nibbling at her thumb nail. If she didn’t send this email to her professor, she was definitely going to lose credit for this assignment.

Ten minutes passed. Still unsent.

Silently, Yona rolled away from her desk on her chair. She swiftly straightened out the wrinkles on her pajamas and headed for the door. She put on her slippers and headed outside, determined to finally give her new neighbor a piece of her mind.

She jumped at the sight of a dark, hulking figure crouched in front of her neighbor’s door. The only source of light was coming from his phone, giving Yona a look at his face.

Oh, she thought, cheeks warming. He’s... She shook her head and smacked her cheeks, capturing the attention of a pair of dark eyes. Her determination faltered, but she forced her legs to move until she was standing across him, looking down, hands on her hips.

In hindsight, she probably looked like the least intimidating thing in the world in her floral pajamas and fluffy slippers.

“You,” Yona said as firmly as possible, “get off my Wi-Fi.”

He looked down at his phone and began tapping a few things on the screen. “Your Wi-Fi name is...Princess Yona?” He snickered.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment. “My dad was the one who—that’s besides the point! You’ve been stealing my Wi-Fi!” she accused.

“It’s not stealing if it’s free.” His matter-of-fact tone fueled her annoyance.

“Excuse me, you’re not the one paying for it!”

“No, but Daddy is, right?”

That assumption struck at something delicate inside of her. She glared at him. “No, I am because I have a job, asshole. How about you get a job and get your own Wi-Fi instead of mooching on other’s!”

He stayed quiet, dark eyes assessing her. His stare was too direct, and it made her uncomfortable. However, she stood her ground.

Then, he sighed. He pocketed his phone and stood up, grunting at how his knees popped from remaining in the same position. She was wondering how long he was sitting outside his door—and why—when her eyes widened once he reached full height.

He was the literal embodiment of “tall, dark, and handsome.”

“Princess,” he started.

“It’s Yona.”

“Yona, I’m sorry,” he said, at least sounding a tiny bit sincere. “But this is urgent.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, what’s so important?”

“A man has needs, y’know.”

She gestured for him to continue.

He continued staring down at her.

She sighed impatiently. “And what are those needs?”

“I was watching porn.”

It took her a while to register what he just said. Then, Yona gasped and stumbled back a few steps away from him.

“Y-Y-You!” Yona spluttered out. “Ew, gross!”

He shrugged. “It’s perfectly normal.”

“But you were watching it outside!”

“Your Wi-Fi signal’s better here, and besides, the video was like an hour long.”

Yona covered her ears and quickly shook her head. “Just stop talking and get off my Wi-Fi!”

“Well, I was about to get off—“

She groaned. “Oh my god.” She began walking away, but he followed after her.

“You don’t know what porn is, but you know what ‘getting off’ means?” He was delightfully amused.

Yona stopped and quickly turned around. “I know what porn is, moron!”

“Princess, quiet down—there are children sleeping, y’know.”

“Says the pervert that was watching porn in the middle of the hallway!”

“Like I said, your Wi-Fi’s faster outside.”

Yona rolled her eyes and opened the door. She looked behind and saw him standing there, still smirking. For a minute, she regarded him warily. 

She asked, “Were you really watching porn?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked to the side. “I got an assignment due tomorrow—or later on. I work the night shift, so I only get to do my homework around this time,” he explained. “Moving here was expensive, so I didn’t have enough to get my own Wi-Fi.”

“That makes sense...” She pouted. “You didn’t have to lie about watching porn.”

The smirk returned. “Who said I was lying?”

She slammed the door in his face.

“I’m really good at multi-tasking, Princess,” he called out from behind it.

She leaned against the door, biting her lip, before opening it again. He was still standing there.

“It’s Yona,” she repeated. “What’s yours?”

His dark eyes were filled with amusement. “Hak.”

“Hak.” She went to close her door, but then she opened it again. “Good night.”

“Wait.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not gonna stop me from using it?”

Yona shrugged, but inwardly, she cursed at her tendency to be kind even to strangers. “Don’t you have an assignment to complete?” Certainly, her Wi-Fi was slow, but it still worked at the end of the day. Besides, she could also stop procrastinating and start studying or doing her homework with Yoon.

He gave her another unnerving stare, and Yona wondered how many people were victims to such a stare. It was both intimidating and...yet strangely alluring at the same time.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth lifted upwards, and his dark eyes glinted with appreciation. Her hand tightened on the edge of her door. She swore her heart thumped for a second there.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Next time, I’ll choose shorter videos to get off to.”

She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you just take me out for coffee instead,” she found herself saying. Her eyes widened, cheeks becoming as red as her hair. 

She expected Hak to say something snarky, but her condition worsened when she saw his eyes widen and face redden, as well.

Quickly, she slammed her door close at the cute reaction. She leaned her back against it, taking deep breaths to calm her heart down as it was practically thumping right out of her ears. After a few minutes, she stood on the tips of her toes to look into the peephole. 

Hak was rubbing the nape of his neck, cheeks still red. Yona resisted the urge to squeal at how adorable he looked. She assumed a man with his looks would receive propositions like that all the time, but then again Yona’s vice had always been her impulsive personality.

With another boost of determination, Yona decided to use that vice to her advantage. She marched right over to her laptop and opened up her network settings. 

A message popped up: Are you sure you want to change your Wi-Fi name from PRINCESS YONA to FREE TOMORROW AT 2PM?

She grinned and clicked YES.

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[viostormcaller]

Okay so I'm gonna go on a little bit of a rant here. It literally doesnt mean anything, it's not serious by any means and is extremely superficial. It's just a few issues my mom and I have both been having and I just wanna get it off my chest because it's been really nagging at me.

So, about a year ago, mom and I both invested in new laptops from Lenovo. At first, we both really liked them, considering what we paid for them (and considering how long it took to wait for mine, almost forgot about that part). But now... kinda wanting an upgrade even though it's only a year old (not that I can afford one, of course, and I'm not about to ask). Course, it still works (not well, sadly, but it does), and so does my mom's, but I've heard her say on more than one occasion that she absolutely hates her laptop.

I think the main reason I'm so disappointed is because of the battery life. Now, it's a laptop, I shouldn't expect much, but to put it into perspective, a few years back I was using a dinosaur of a Toshiba laptop, which was already years old by the time I got my hands on it. This thing had like no battery life. Lasted 3 hours (if even that, I think after a while it lasted 1 hour) off charger. When I was looking for a new laptop after that one completely broke, I was looking for something with longer battery so I didn't have to wear down the battery life by keeping it on the charger 24/7. So when I got this new laptop (it's the Legion Y520 btw) and saw the battery life was the exact same that I had been dealing with, I was really disheartened. But I wasn't about to complain because, of course, mom was paying monthly for this thing and it was pricey (she just finished back in december), so I was very grateful to have something that runs games well (and actually runs Subnautica without many issues) and I can watch videos in the highest quality settings (which I was super impressed with. Even now I'm still impressed with that fact).

Now, though, mom and I are having deal-breaker issues. One problem on my end that absolutely does not have a fix, is the fact that when I close the lid of the laptop, it acts as if it's still open. So if I minimize chrome, shut the lid, and leave the room (or even, if I go to bed), sometimes I'll hear noise coming from it. When I open it up, it turns out that chrome had re-opened and was playing a video somehow (and you can imagine my absolute fucking confusion when I walk in the room or wake up to hear Jack or Mark screaming). This happens every few days and I don't know if I should blame the cats (who like to run on my computer often), but even so, if the lid is closed that should not happen! It should be in sleep mode. And, I've noticed that the keyboard lights dont always shut off when I shut the lid, so the computer acts as if it's still on even though the screen is black.

Another huge issue: sometimes it won't allow me to start the computer at all. Either it does one or two things. It A) stays on a black screen with the keys all lit (meaning it's on but nothing's happening), or B) it'll stay on the lock screen page frozen so I cant click anything or enter in my pin to get into the computer, meaning I have to manually shut it off and turn it back on using the power button (which scares me because I dont want this computer to blue-screen-of-death on me because I have to do that almost every day). Then, once I do that, the backlight on the keyboard flickers for a few seconds before the computer turns on. Most of the time, though, starting up the computer from sleep mode after I had just been using it takes an unnecessarily long time, and it's super frustrating if there's something immediate I'm trying to do (like catching an upload from Jack). And I'm not gonna get into the issues with the keyboard and touchpad, because almost every review I've seen says the same thing: poorly designed, not very responsive to touch, yadda yadda yadda.

With mom's computer, I've watched it, while she was in the middle of using it, completely shut off on her. The screen went black and she could not turn it back on, even when pressing the power button. It was on the charger, so it didn't die. It just shut off. Also, her computer runs chrome very poorly for whatever reason, almost as if it's incompatible, so she can't even use that browser on her computer because it gives her too many issues. On top of that, she can't watch videos because it buffers and freezes way too much (which sucks because she bought the computer in part to watch videos on), and even when she's just using it normally it glitches out and freezes and she can't do anything on it at all, meaning she has to rely on her phone for a lot of things. She's also in college, like I am, so this isnt ideal if she wants to get things done. Plus, I've noticed her touchpad is way too sensitive, to the point where I can't use it to scroll up or down at all. Idk how to fix that though, didnt see any options for it but maybe I'll take another look and see if I really can't help her.

I can't afford to send mine in; not because of the price (if there even is a fee for sending it in for repairs, idk if mom bought mine with warranty), but because it's my first week in school and I cant take the risk of sending mine in and not having it for about three weeks since I don't have any other way of doing my school work. I dont wanna fail or get dropped from my class. Plus I've read that their customer service is outsourced in India, so I don't know if that's where my computer will get shipped to, but if I have to be without it for too long then it isn't worth trying to get them to fix it. I've also heard bad things about their customer service (and actually recall having a bad experience with them when I was trying to get my computer in the first place. Don't remember them being particularly helpful).

I know I can't afford a new gaming computer right now, so I probably wont be in the market for one for at least a few years (or whenever this thing eventually breaks), but I'm so afraid that my laptop will break before then. I can't afford to lose it but it feels like, with every forced restart, I'm getting closer to having it fall apart. I desperately need a computer on hand for school, now more than ever. It is great for gaming, but right now I'm mostly using it for school, and my computer absolutely needs to be powerful enough to run the Adobe software and other game design programs when I get to those classes in school (this is exactly what my advisor told me, too, so I'm a little bit nervous about this). I'm hoping it holds up until then, but as of right now, I'm extremely worried for it. The fact that my mom is also having issues with her laptop gives me some comfort, at least. I'm not alone, so I feel alright complaining about it (if I was alone in this I wouldnt say anything. Gotta be grateful for what I have, considering I could be much worse off). At least one thing's for sure: neither of us are purchasing anything else from Lenovo when we need to get new computers (and I believe my mom's replacing hers sooner rather than later, considering it barely works properly).

TDLR; both mine and my mom's computers are having major issues, I can't risk sending mine in to get it fixed, there are no fixes for mine that I could try that worked, and I'm extremely worried it'll break sooner rather than later because of constant forced restarting.

#vio stormcaller #long post #rant #this is all stupid but ill admit im a bit scared you know?

[scifikimmi]

I'm sorry for the flood of numbers but 1, 2, 3, 7, 9, 11, 15, 19 please and thanks?

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

“Ow,” she said as she entered the room by banging her waythrough the door way. She rubbed at her open laptop screen like it was abruised elbow. Perhaps it was part ofher body because for what other reason would she have to say ‘ow’ when shesmacked it into the doorframe.

If asked, she would say that the cause of the crash wassocks on a slippery wooden floor, but the truth was much less glamorous and wasdue in entirely to poor depth perception, terrible peripheral vision, and anunwillingness to look away from the buffering figure skating competition shewas live streaming illegally. But she would not be asked, because no one who mighthave asked cared, and no one who cared didn’t already know how huge of a nerdshe was.

2. Is there any specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing?

Before I write out a bullet point list of main plot points on paper and then type it up (filling in details and expanding as I go). Then I type up the actual scenes and stick it all together into a story. I usually go in order but sometimes I jump around. I also usually listen to music or videos in the background while I write.After, I edit and proof read then I post it to AO3 and then Re-Proof it on there and fix any errors and update the post.

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

Hurt/Comfort with lots of cuddles. Also anything with a lot of dialogue between to characters. Just a big old conversation, talking through hard time, while cuddling. Not kidding. I have like minimum 3 or 4 fics that is just that.

7. Inspiration, time, or motivation. Choose two.

Inspiration and motivation. Inspiration because even though I already have tons of fics I want to write up on backlog I would be sad if I suddenly lost inspiration to come up with fic stories. Motivation because I feel like if you are motivated you will MAKE the time to write. For example, I am doing NaNoWriMo but I’m also more busy than I’ve been in awhile. I’ve started carrying a pen and notebook around and just writing whenever I have 2 minutes. I’ll type it up when I get home even if its late.

9. Do you ever have plans to write anything other than fic?

I’ve answered this one before but no. At least nothing concrete. Every so often I come up with ideas for other stories or for short essays but I don’t have any real plans to write them up. Yet! But if anyone wants to be a co-author I have this one idea for a story roughly based off Billy Elliot.

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

Hmmm shipwise I once wrote a sam/dean fic cus someone requested it but I don’t ship it and it made me uncomfy so I ended up ‘orphaning’ it on AO3. Plotwise ... I’ve outlined ideas for time travel fics and some aus but those are pretty tame like hogwarts or high school aus. I had at some point a plot idea for a SandM ship for glee characters that I wanted to like... do in a nice way but realized I didn’t actually know enough about that life style to write that. Also it just was unneeded for the characters. Oh! I once (back in the day) wrote a re-write of harry potter that shipped draco and hermione (who I dont ship anymore) and who LITERALLY saved the day with the POWER OF LOVE and reverted voldemort to a kid to be his friend and give him a second chance??? That was pretty weird.

15. Your guilty writing pleasure?

Writing all the dialogue first and filling in the rest after.

19. Why did you start writing?

I started writing stories in general because in upper elementary school and middle school two of my best friends found a website called Writer’s Window (based out of New Zealand) which was like a mix of fanfic.net and a thread based blog site for original work that encouraged writers to write stories together. It was fun. There was one which was like you picked a topic and took turns writing. And another where a bunch of people wrote for one character and your characters interacted through branching chat paths. It was like RP-ing but with only OCs. And people also posted a lot of poems and short stories. The site is unfortunately now shut down, though there is a fb group where some people still stay in touch.

I started writing fanfic because I got into Doctor Who and it was the first show that I realized there was an online community for. Eventually I found fanfic.net and started writing for that. I had this one fic there that did pretty well and I could have probably afforded to bring over to AO3 when I switched but now is so far from my writing style it would need a full rewrite before I ever posted it there now. I also wrote a trilogy with a mary sue self insert companion for the doctor which I got like 2.5 out of 3 books through and then just stopped writing even though I had it all planned out. I wonder if I still have the plans kicking around somewhere... hmm.

#thanks for the ask #this was fun! #touf #ask game #my writing #tofuthebold

[mvssmallow]

Cloudy With A Chance

Chapter 25: …of marshmallows.

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November isn’t really what he expected. He had hoped for the best and expected the worst. November was a good song that ended too soon. Or a car ride that was too fast. He was a knife and November was a damm gun fight.

One minute he’s on their roof, eating take-away, a little bit sore but feeling content just sitting there and eating in silence.

The next thing he knows, Jiwon is pulling up in front of the Daily Grind offices to pick him up after work. He’s in that white shirt again, this time with fitted black jeans, black boots and the smell of that Jo Malone perfume that only gets used on special occasions.

That hair was still a mess though. Some things never change.

“Hey.” Jiwon greets him with a wide smile as always.

But he stops in his tracks to take everything in. He has a sixth sense about Jiwon and it’s almost never wrong. “Oh my god.”

Jiwon must have expected it because he laughs and shakes his head. “Oh my god, what?”

“Something happened. What happened?” He demands with a pointed accusatory finger.

Jiwon rolls his eyes and sighs. “Just get in the car, Hanbin. Your paranoia is showing.”

He stays frozen in his spot on the pavement and he knows it must look weird but he doesn’t care, the passersby can walk around him. “No. Something happened to you. Tell me.”

“I’ll tell you in the car.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No! I want to know now-”

“Hanbin? Please just get in the car.” Jiwon pleads in a tired voice.

A few curious heads turn in their direction and he feels a small prick of worry creeping up his neck but it’s nothing compared to the anxiety in his chest. They just stare at each other for a moment and he expects Jiwon to back down but he doesn’t.

When did that even happen? Since when did Jiwon even learn how to do that? Since when did he let Jiwon defeat him?

“Okay, fine. Drama queen.” He mutters before walking to the passengers side that Jiwon holds open for him.

“Oh my god…” Jiwon says under his breath as he climbs into the other seat and reverses out of the parking spot and down a quieter side road. They don’t get very far before he’s reach the end of his patience.

“JIWON.” He whines.

“Wait….let me find a park….”

There really isn’t one on the street so they drive down a dark and partially deserted underground carpark. It’s as ominous as the cloud hovering over his head.

“Okay.” Jiwon starts, cutting the engine and pulling his seatbelt off. “Don’t freak out but-”

“Well, that’s a dumb thing to say-”

A hand clamps down on his thigh in warming. “Hanbin…”

He sits back in his seat with what he knows is a childish huff. “Okay, sorry. Go on…”

“Okay. So ummm, I had a meeting with BeatBox today. You probably figured that out by now. They said they liked the mixtape and wanted to talk about signing me up for a 3 year deal. I was going to just sign right there and then but I remembered what you said about reading all the fine print so I said I wanted to take it home and think about it and……Hanbin? Are you even listening?”

No he wasn’t. He stopped listening after “signing me up for a 3 year deal”.

The hand on his thigh squeezes it lightly and Jiwon peers into his face with worry. “Are you okay?”

He shakes head. “No. I’m …..just give me a second.”

He climbs out the car to take a few deep breaths and stare into the darkness. Now he understands why Jiwon wanted to drive him somewhere more secluded, to a place where he can freak out properly without embarrassing himself in public.

When he gets back in the car, Jiwon is looking at him with a big toothy grin. “Feel better? Thought I told you not to freak out?”

“And I thought I told you that I hate surprises. Looks like nobody is getting what they want.”

Jiwon’s hand finds it way up his neck and across his cheek. “Yeah, this is such bad news.”

“Where’s the contract? I want to read it.” He asks, eyes searching around the car.

Jiwon sighs a second time and ruffles his hair until it’s a matching shaggy mess. “Why did I even think this would be some memorable romantic moment…..”

A heavy white envelope is dropped into his lap. “There. Go nuts. I’ll just be over here, waiting for my boyfriend to congratulate me like a normal person would. No big deal.”

He pulls the contract out of the envelope and the sheer weight and number of pages is terrifying.  So this is how Jiwon’s new life begins. He can hardly believe that any of it even came true. It wasn’t so long ago that they were still dreaming of this together.

There’s a whiny noise of irritation next to him. “Biggest day of my life and I’m upstaged by a word document. Great.”

He smiles to himself before sliding the contract back in its envelope and throwing it into the backseat. He thinks about waiting until they drive home but the parking lot is still empty so he climbs into Jiwon’s lap and hovers inches over his face. “Is this romantic enough for you?”

Jiwon is staring at his lips. He’s so obvious that it’s adorable.

He doesn’t know how long they just kiss for but by the time he comes up for air, he forgets where they are.

“You just like me for my contract don’t you?” Jiwon murmurs, hands roaming under his shirt and scratching down his back.

He licks into Jiwon’s mouth again and bites at his pouty lower lip. “Mmm, yeah. I love your big thick contract. I’m going to read it all night long. My eyes are going to be so sore when I’m done.”

Fingers dig painfully into his back and Jiwon groans. “Don’t say stuff like that unless you want me to do something about it.”

He pulls at Jiwon’s hair to get better access to his lips. “Why do you think I said it….”

There’s a laugh that he can hear in his ears and feel in his mouth. When they pull apart a second time, he’s breathless and getting lightheaded.

“So,” Jiwon says quietly, reaching up brush some warm fingers across his cheek. “You proud of me yet?”

He sits back and studies Jiwon’s face for a moment. There’s a smile, there’s always a smile, but there’s also the slightest tinge of insecurity. He’d never pick up on it if not for the fact that he sees it almost every day in the mirror.

He’s caught between feeling offended and guilty. Offended that Jiwon would even doubt him but guilty because he knows he never tells Jiwon how he really feels about him.

“Of course I am. I was proud of you even before you got this deal. You know that right?”

“Oh….Okay.” Jiwon replies with a smaller lopsided smile. “You’re kind of taking this better than I thought you would.”

He shrugs. “I always knew this was going to happen for you eventually. I was just waiting for the rest of the world to catch up.”

Jiwon sighs again and frowns. “Can I tell you something else?”

“Yeah.”

“Once I sign the contract, it’s going to be crazy busy.”

He leans forward and wraps his arms around Jiwon’s body again. “I know. It’s going to be a wild ride.”

“You’ll be there for it, right?”

His heart fractures just a little bit at the way Jiwon is so unsure of himself now, despite the amount of times he’s won and keeps on winning. Part of him understands it, the way insecurities creep into everything no matter how hard you push them away, but the other part can’t understand it at all. Jiwon has everything going for him. A whole new life to begin. What was there to even be scared about?

“I’ll be wherever you want me to be.”

*****

June invites them out to dinner to celebrate. He doesn’t really want to go. He doesn’t know how long he can keep this version of Jiwon all to himself for. It’s selfish but love is selfish sometimes and there’s nothing he can do to get rid of it’s greed.

But it’s nice. And he’s just happy to watch Jiwon laugh and bicker with June over things that weren’t even worth bickering over: like if he’s going to dedicate a song to each of them or if he’s going to make embarrassing hip-hop videos or when he’s going to buy June a Porsche.

There’s a nudge at his elbow as Yoyo leans across the table and asks him how he took the good news today.

“Did he text you? Because that’s about as romantic as I expect him to be.” Yoyo says, nibbling on a breadstick. “He told us he moved in with you via a post-it. It literally said; at hbin’s house now.”

“Because you guys aren’t worth a 10 cent text.” Jiwon interjects snidely.

June looks at him with a shake of his head. “See how he disrespects us? This is what I’ve been trying to warn you about for 6 months. It’s not too late to leave. If you’re into tattooed music guys, I can set you up with this guy that’s been coming to the shop lately. Kinda looks like a bunny too.”

Jiwon makes a disgusting noise. “Are you talking about that Jungkook kid? No way. He goes to my gym, he’s a little punk.”

“At least he can perform on stage without his pants falling down.” Yoyo says quietly into his glass of wine.

“I told you, that was deliberate. All the guys were doing it!”

June leans towards him again. “Seriously though Hanbin, if you ever want out, just let me know. I think you’ve suffered for 5 months longer than any human man should have to.”

He laughs at Jiwon’s indignant face as there’s another burst of argument.

Yoyo sighs, leaning back in his chair. “They’re like this every single time they’re within a 5 mile radius of each other. If anyone has suffered, it’s me. Please don’t leave okay? I need you as a buffer.”

“I won’t.” He says with a chuckle.

They end up talking about award shows over the entrees, music videos over the main course and how rich Jiwon will be over dessert. He loves thinking about Jiwon’s future and all the things he will get to do but there’s still that selfish part of him that resurfaces again, the part that doesn’t really want to share Jiwon with anyone. The more people that Jiwon meets, the more likely he’ll eventually find the guy who he is probably meant to end up with.

He can feel a frown forming so he occupies his mouth with cake instead. There’s a hand that sneaks behind his back to draw him slightly closer and for the billionth time in 25 years, he just wishes he was a regular person who knew how to act normally and didn’t have a brain that tries to ruin every single situation with pessimism.

By the time a second round of dessert is ordered Jiwon’s hand leaves his back to rest on his upper thigh. He likes it. Not because it’s possessive, and it was a little bit, but because he likes the feeling that they’re always connected, even when they’re not talking to each other. The conversation goes on without him so he reaches under the table and traces over all the prominent veins on the surface of Jiwon’s hand.

He really should’ve stopped drinking 3 glasses ago but someone keeps setting down something new in front of him. Either he drank too fast or Jiwon was drinking too slow because when he looks over with glazed eyes, all he can focus on is how Jiwon’s bottom lip always sticks out so much.

There’s a burst of laughter and suddenly his eyes are caught in Jiwon’s too-sober gaze. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head but even as he does it, he can’t even tear his eyes away from that face. Jiwon smiles at him before turning away. The hand under the table squeezes tighter around his thigh.

They share a rowdy and chaotic taxi home and and he doesn’t remember what was said in the backseat, just snippets of laughter, an old song on the radio, the cool air from an opened window, the way the night sky and sparkling lights whiz by and Jiwon’s hand still on his leg.

He wants to remember everything.

****

November felt so different. It wasn’t really a month. It was more like a circus with something happening at every turn. It was like someone just hit the fast-forward button on their life and now all they could do was try to keep up.

In the week after his BeatBox meeting, he felt something change in himself. Hanbin was right, he had never been expected to do anything or have any real responsibility for anyone but himself. Maybe there had been some kind of parental pressure to find a wife and settled down but after awhile even his parents must have come to terms with his need for independence and freedom.

But now he wasn’t just a single entity anymore. He wasn’t just Jiwon. Not really. He belonged to someone and to something. It went against all 26 years of living freely and doing what he wanted, whenever he wanted. He will never tell Hanbin about all those nights where he freaked out about falling in love because….well, he isn’t someone who falls in love, he barely even knew what that was like. Maybe he thought he knew but when Hanbin came along, it just proved beyond a shadow of doubt that he didn’t know anything.

He wasn’t just Jiwon. He was Jiwon-And-Hanbin, said in the same breath as June-And-Yunheong. Donghyuk-And-Coffee. Chicken-And-Beer. Music-And-Lyrics.

He was in a unit and he had actual responsibilities now: to himself, to Hanbin, to their life and their future. He wasn’t just living for himself anymore. The choices he makes affects someone else, just like the mistakes he makes will.

It was…..terrifying and claustrophobic and he doesn’t really know how to deal with it when it all finally hits him at 2 in the morning.

His first instinct is to just run away.

But there’s a hand that rubs his back when he tosses and turns a few too many times. “You okay?” Hanbin asks in a sleepy voice.

He doesn’t know. Is he okay?

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” He replies, probably not convincing anybody, least of all Hanbin.

“What is it? You want to tell me?”

The back rub is soothing and he wishes it wasn’t because it makes it harder for him to leave their bed and this conversation. “I’m just……I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t meant to happen like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like if I fuck it up, it’s not just me who has to deal with it. It’s you and the record label and the producer who went out of his way to get me the contract. I just wanted to make music and perform but this is turning out to be a whole big deal and I’m just…..I don’t want a whole big deal….and I don’t want you to expect anything from me because I might just disappoint you.”

He doesn’t really hear it until he gets to the end. He’s freaking out. He hasn’t had one in a long time.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Hanbins says gently in his ear and turns him around so he can bury his head into the smaller, but somehow more softer, chest. “I don’t really care if you fuck things up. I told you. I don’t care if things never get any better than this. You can fuck things up as many times as you want but I know you, I know you’re going to be great at this. You’re already great and you haven’t even started.”

He shakes his head.

“You are. You know you are. You always have been. You went out and got everything you said you wanted to get. It’s more than I’ve ever done Jiwon. You’re the opposite of a disappointment.”

“I don’t want things to change.” He says into Hanbin’s chest, wondering where the hell all his confidence and optimism went. Maybe he had been living in some bubble for too long. Maybe this is what it’s like living a normal adult life, complete with all it’s complications. “I don’t want to sign a contract that locks me in for three years. What if they make me tour for like 12 months straight? What if you can’t come with me?”

There’s a chuckle underneath him. “Did you even read anything besides the first page of that contract?”

“It’s too long.” He grumbles.

“Well, I read the whole thing and it doesn’t even say anything about a tour until year 2. You write and record for the sixth months, then they’ll try you out in clubs and events. If people like you, they’ll put you on the promo rounds. If that goes well, they’ll push for either a mini-album or a full album, depending on how popular you get. You won’t be going on any crazy 12 month tour for years.”

He knows it’s meant to make him feel better but it doesn’t really. “What if no-one likes me?”

“You must be kidding right?” Hanbin asks in an amused tone. “You know you have fangirls and guys already don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” He’s getting pathetic and whiny but he can’t help it.

There’s a hand carding softly through his hair. “Think of it this way, BeatBox could’ve picked anyone but they picked you. They’ve been to so many mic nights and they still picked you. It wasn’t an accident. They planned it. And they have plans for you. All you need to do is show up. It’s in their interest not to let you fail. And besides, you’ll always have me. If it helps.” Hanbin concludes with a laugh.

He’s known for a while now that there are days where Hanbin needs him in some way, whether it’s just a little physical contact or a lot of emotional support but the more time that passes and the more he grows up, the more he realises he needs Hanbin just as much.

“Can you read all my contracts?”

“Even if you don’t ask.”

“And come to all my shows?”

“Even if I’m not invited.”

“And maybe not date any other rappers?”

“Now you’re just being unrealistic, Jiwon.”

He shoves at Hanbin’s chest and gets that adorable high pitched giggle in return.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Hanbin laughs. “I already got the most ridiculous one, everyone else would be a total downgrade now.”

He settles back into Hanbin’s chest. “Why does everything have to be so complicated when you grow up?”

“Because adults like complicating things and business ruins art. But that doesn’t mean we should stop trying.”

He hmms in response and just enjoys the warm comfortable silence of their bed.

There’s a long sigh underneath him. “I can’t sleep now.”

“Me either. Sorry, I woke you.”

“It’s okay.” Hanbin yawns and stretches out. “I’m kinda thirsty. Do you want anything?”

“I really feel like a hot chocolate. With those marshmallows.”

“Are you also five years old?”

“Yes.”

****

November is throwing everything at him.

One minute he’s in their bed, having a dream about pudgy cheeks and bunny smiles and the next thing he knows, Jiwon is having a mid-adult-crisis and he’s now standing in their kitchen trying to find the mini-marshmallows for the hot chocolate.

Jiwon shuffles in eventually, looking like a crumpled mess as always. He hopes that never changes.

“Why did you get up? I was going to bring it to you.”

“Got lonely waiting.” Jiwon shrugs.

“It’s been like seven minutes.”

Jiwon takes the packet of marshmallows from his hands, throws it on the kitchen counter and just pulls him into a tight hug. He doesn’t really say anything or explain. Just holds on tight and whispers the same thing over and over again.

He gets the bittersweet feeling that one day, in the not-too-distant-future when they’re both too busy, he will miss this moment. He misses it even though he’s still right in the middle of it and can feel the way the seconds tick closer and closer towards the end. 

Because every beginning must have an end right?

He grabs the back of Jiwon’s shirt and holds on just as tight. Maybe he can make this last longer. Maybe some beginnings don’t have to end.

****

Soundtrack: Spring Day (piano cover) | Airplane (piano cover) 

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Project 24 - What You Should Know Before You Sign Up

How I Found Jim And Ricky

If you’re like me then you constantly yearn for financial independence. You’re searching the Internet for sources of passive income. Maybe you search on Google or YouTube for ways to make money online. Well I’ve been doing this kind of research for years and never really found anything except flashy gurus and high ticket scams. If you have been looking into making money online for any period of time I am sure you have seen this type of thing. Drone shots of Ferraris and other expensive cars driving around in exotic locations as people voice over the footage talking about quitting your job and traveling the world. This type of advertisement never seemed realistic to me. If these guys are making so much money doing what they’re doing why are they selling this course instead of focusing on their business. It just seemed kind of fishy. I have seen dozens of these gurus, coaches and teachers trying to pawn off their groundbreaking Internet marketing, MLM, drop shipping course on any person who has enough spare cash to waste. I got kind of sick of this type of teacher. Though I continued to do research online for affective and realistic ways to make money on the Internet. And then something amazing happened! One day While I was doing my normal YouTube research I came upon a YouTube video like one I’ve never seen before. This video gave actual advice for how one like myself could get started making an honest income using the Internet. I had found Jim and Ricky’s YouTube channel Income School. If you’ve never heard of Jim and Ricky from Income School I don’t blame you it’s a small YouTube channel and they don’t really do a lot of in your face advertising. Well, these are the same guys who are behind project 24 which is mostly what I’ll be talking about in this blog post. Project 24 is a 24 month training series that Jim and Ricky have put together to walk you literally step-by-step through how to create blog websites that earn passive income. These guys do not focus on any type of black hat tactics, scams or trickery to get their sites to rank. They use honest and proven techniques to grow websites and grow their income. Also they are not show offs. While they make a good living building blog websites they do not shove their success in your face. Often their videos are just two guys sitting at a desk and talking about actionable strategies they themselves have used and tested. And that’s one thing that really drew me to them is they were sharing things that they did themselves and had seen to be successful. If you haven’t already I suggest you subscribe to their YouTube channel Income School just for the valuable content that they share there. Since I found their YouTube channel I’ve been watching the videos they post on it frequently for the last six months. Three months ago I started my own website, Your Helpful Affiliate.com, based on the advice that they give in only their YouTube videos. I think so far I’ve been able to grow a relatively successful website with just this advice but I’ve always had this nagging feeling in the back of my head that I missing out on something. And I think it’s time for me to take the leap and sign up for project 24 for myself. I’m going to be tracking my progress with this course and sharing it with my blog readers. So if this is something you’re interested in I suggest you subscribe to my blog or bookmark this website so you can follow along as I move through the project 24 course.

Why Have I Waited So Long To Sign Up For Project 24?

Mostly it’s the money. This is not a cheap course. However because I’ve put off joining the course I’ve also put off my results. If you don’t know already it takes quite a bit of time for new blog content to rank on search engines. This time. Can range from three months to a full year. So the sooner you start on your blog and start posting content the sooner it will possibly rank. “The sooner you put the seed in the ground, the sooner you harvest.” - Jim from Income School Sadly it’s taken me six months to talk myself into the necessary investment to begin work on this course. That’s one of the main reasons I’m writing this blog post. I want to help people who are currently stuck on the fence or don’t have an exact plan or direction for how they intend to make money online. From my research over the years I haven’t found another course that even slightly resembles project 24. The honesty and integrity the Jim and Ricky have put into Income School End Project 24 shines through. That is why I want to share this course with as many people as possible who are actually interested in doing the work that it requires to create a passive source of income online and prevent them from making mistakes that Jim and Ricky have made in the past. I want to save you time and money and get you to your goal earlier. Jim and Ricky feel the same way they want you to be successful and they will teach you how.

The Math Of Joining Project 24

Project 24 costs $449 for the first year and only $199 every successive year you stay signed up. I know this seems like a lot of money but let us brake this down a little. $449 / 12 months = $37.42 per month for the first year. $199/ 12 months = $16.58 per month after the first year. Jim and Ricky estimate if you follow their training and put in the work you should be making $5 a month by month #3, $1000 a month by month #12 and $8000 per month at month #24. This is real money that you can be making passively if you are willing to spend the money now and put in the work over the next 24 months. Jim and Ricky do not guarantee your success. Your success is up to you. What Project 24 is offering is the correct steps to get you to success, you have to take them and the weight of your websites success is totally up to you. Jim and Rickys Objective For Project 24 - In 24 Months YOU Can Have A Passive Income That Earns More Than Your Day Job If you are interested in signing up for Project 24 I would greatly appreciate it if you signed up through one of my affiliate links. I’ll be placing one of these links below this section and then one at the end of the blog. When people sign up through these affiliate links I do get paid a commission and it helps my blog stay alive and reach more people. When you sign up for project 24 using any of my affiliate links it won’t cost you any more money than if you just went to the Project 24 site and signed up there however, I do get paid commissions if you use them. Thank you. https://incomeschool.com/yourhelpfulaffiliate/P24

What Is Project 24?

I have previously written a blog post on what Project 24 is. You can find a link for that blog post below. https://yourhelpfulaffiliate.com/what-the-heck-is-project-24-the-best-make-money-online-course-ive-ever-found/ Under this section is a YouTube video from the income school channel. In this video gym and Ricky put on a webinar for people who are interested in finding out what project 24 is all about. https://youtu.be/9jLo89V_q3g As an example of the awesome and actionable advice the Jim and Ricky offer their YouTube viewers I’d like to mention the 3 year saving tips they talk about in the video above. Year Saving Tip #1 The Content Mix. After building several blog websites and writing 1000’s of blog posts Jim and Ricky have created a content creation strategy that is highly effective. They call it the content mix. First you start writing what Jim and Ricky call response posts. These are 1200 to 1500 word blog posts that answer specific questions that people are likely to search for and are not very competitive. So basically you will be writing the best answer for this question that nobody else is addressing. Second you will start writing what Jim and Ricky call staple posts. This type of post is pretty common. It’s your basic 21 tips and tricks to blank kind of post. And they want you to have somewhere between 1500 and 1800 words for a post like this. This is the type of post that is commonly shared on social media. Third you will be publicizing blog posts. This basically just means you’ll be sharing them on social media. They don’t want you to worry about spending money on ads to publicize Your blog posts. They mainly want you to focus on free ways to do this. Mostly you will be sharing these posts on YouTube and Pinterest for reasons we will discuss in the “avoid social treadmills” section of this post. Forth you will be writing what Jim and Ricky call pillar posts. This type of blog post is often 3500 words or more and goes after big keywords in your niche. You should write 1/3 of your content to be each type of post. For example if you plan on writing 30 blog posts, 10 should be response posts, 10 should be staple posts and 10 should be pillar posts. These posts are written in the above order to help your site rank faster. Year Saving Tip #2 Build A Second Website After setting up your first website, which should be an authority website, Jim and Ricky suggest setting up a second website, which should be a smaller passive niche website. Having two websites buffers you from changes and opens you up to multiple streams of income. Year Saving Tip #3 Avoid social treadmills. This tip has made a huge impact for me personally. I used to spend tons of time posting on every possible social media. This tip plainly points out some social media content works better and lasts longer than others. The social media that requires constant posting and a very short content shelf life are called social treadmills. These include Facebook, Twitter and Instagram as well as others. After dropping these and focusing on social media that lasts I’ve seen a huge change. Not only do my posts get interaction more often but they also stay visible much longer. I now only focus on Pinterest and YouTube as my social media traffic sources. This has saved me tons of time and effort. This really is a hugely effective strategy.

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Guide to Hot Air Ballooning in Luxor [+Videos]

If you're thinking about hot air ballooning in Luxor, this is your guide!

I've been living in Egypt since 2016 so I know the in's and out's of this country and I'm sure I can help you make the most of your hot air balloon experience in Luxor.

Bucket List Experience: Hot Air Ballooning in Luxor

I will speak a bit about whether you should even do the balloon ride, how and when to book, the prices as well as what to bring and what to expect from this experience.

And, of course, I will share lots of stunning images of my hot air balloon ride in Luxor!

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Is the Hot Air Balloon Ride in Luxor worth it?

YES, YES and YES!!!!

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I've been to 56 countries and have experienced some of the coolest things you could imagine, from skydiving to scuba diving to volcano climbing and whatnot.

This balloon ride was one of the Top 3 experiences of my life. I'm usually an adrenaline junkie and parasailing e.g. bores me, but this was just WOW!!!

It's an incredibly peaceful time in the air. The balloon is literally floating, you don't feel a thing, and it's so silent. All the while you fly over one of the most amazing sceneries worldwide.

The height depends on the wind, so sometimes you fly so low over the sugarcane fields that you can almost touch them, and other times you fly high over all the other balloons.

If the wind is right, you even fly over the Valley of the Kings! It's honestly so amazing, you really can't miss this!

Flying right over the graves of Luxor

Matador Network ranked Luxor the second-best place to go hot air ballooning in the world!

Is the Hot Air Ballooning in Luxor safe?

So you've heard about the balloon crash in Luxor years ago and now you're worried whether the balloon ride is even safe?!

I get it. In foreign countries, especially not so much developed ones as Egypt, the question of safety has to come up.

There's no denying, there have been a handful of accidents over the last decades. Since then, the Egyptian government has increased their safety measures profoundly.

They can't afford people being afraid of one of their most famous tourist attractions.

Just becoming a pilot takes many years of studying now and there is no reason you should feel more afraid to go hot air ballooning here than in any other country.

Civil Aviation Observer Mahmoud Zain also said that the balloons are checked daily by accredited engineers and trainers to ensure your safety.

The "hot air balloon airport"

Just walking or driving around Cairo, for example, would be much more dangerous if you look at your chances of getting hurt in traffic vs. during a balloon ride.

My friend was terribly afraid before we went and she almost canceled. Even when she was already in the basket, she was shaking and thinking about jumping out again.

But then the balloon slowly ascended and it was such a peaceful and magical experience that all her fear was gone just like that.

What is the best time for a hot air balloon ride in Luxor?

I wrote an extensive article on the Best Times To Visit Egypt and have included the best time to travel to Luxor/do a Nile Cruise, so check that one out for more information.

In short: Avoid the summer months like the plague as it gets insanely hot. The best time to go hot air ballooning in Luxor is from October to March.

I went in October and we were lucky in the sense that it was mostly overcast (which is extremely rare in Upper Egypt) so it didn't get crazy hot during the day.

If you're especially sensitive to heat, don't go before November.

The good news is that the sunrises and sunsets are much more spectacular in winter, and the balloons go up for sunrise.

Unfortunately, because it was cloudy the day I went, the sunrise wasn't as great as it usually is.

You will see from the pictures that it's absolutely stunning either way, and most likely your experience will be even better!

Hot Air Balloon Luxor - Prices and Booking

Prices vary greatly and depend on a few different factors such as the season and where you buy your tickets from.

The balloon ride prices rise during peak seasons. It's especially busy during the holiday weeks for Europeans, as this is where most tourists are flying in from.

Prices are therefore quickly increasing in October, December, and April and you can easily pay double.

During high season it's also important to book ahead as spots quickly fill up.

Another major factor that determines the cost is where you get your balloon tickets from.

If you're on a Nile Cruise, you will be able to book a hot air balloon ride through the ship/travel agency.

Since they want their commission on this sale, they obviously charge you that on top.

Also, if you are on one of the more expensive cruise ships, or staying in a fancy hotel, you will pay much more than if you book through a hostel for example.

I paid $75 for my hot air balloon ride (I went during high season in October), and that was the absolute best price you could get.

All the other people in my group paid anywhere between $140 and $250.

Since the devaluation of the Egyptian Pound in 2016, shortly after I moved here, prices in general are constantly increasing and everything is about 2-3x more expensive now than it was then.

Therefore, if you read this article even a few months after I published it, prices might have increased again. There's no better time to go to Egypt than now!

Even though costs are going up, this is still the cheapest place to do a balloon ride pretty much anywhere in the world, especially considering the breathtaking scenery you get to see here.

The other two most famous hot air balloon spots are Cappadocia in Turkey and Bagan in Myanmar, where you pay AT LEAST twice the price, often $400-$500 for the same experience.

So where do you book your hot air ballooning experience in Luxor to get the best price?

I can only recommend booking via Getyourguide. They offer the balloon ride ticket for about 95€, and you likely won't get it any cheaper. It is operated by Sindbad Balloons, the most reputable company in Luxor from what I've heard.

Also, you really want to avoid going anywhere in Luxor figuring out buying tickets by yourself, as you're bombarded by literally everyone trying to sell you something.

Luxor is the worst city in Egypt when it comes to hassle and harassment. Honestly, if my very first trip to Egypt had been to Luxor, I surely wouldn't have moved here.

It's not dangerous, but it's annoying as F***!!!

I'm usually not someone who does group trips or books much in advance, but in this case I highly, highly suggest it. It will save you years of aging ;)

Just book the ticket online and let them pick you up straight from your hotel or cruise ship, no hassle involved.

Unless you speak Arabic and are really good at haggling, there's also no way you'll get it cheaper anywhere else.

Luxor Hot Air Ballooning - What You Need To Know Before

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1. Go ballooning the first day you arrive

Whether or not the hot air balloons can go in the air depends on the weather conditions.

Though they fly more often than not, there is a chance that you might not be able to do the trip on the day you wish.

I highly recommend, therefore, that you book a ticket for the very first day you arrive in Luxor. That way, if weather conditions make it impossible to go that day, you can still go do it the next day (if the weather has improved).

Don't worry too much about it, most of the time they do fly, but it's always better to be prepared and have a buffer.

That's about the highest you will fly

Safety Tip: I don't know where you'll book your ticket but if that company decides to actually fly on a day that is very windy or rainy, I recommend you don't go with them.

Accidents only really happen because of bad weather conditions, so be sure to take care of your own safety first.

They're pretty careful with this now due to those mentioned accidents in the past, so it's unlikely they will go.

But you never know if there are bad sheep out there, so don't risk anything and tell them you want to go the next day instead. Shouldn't be a problem!

2. Dress in Layers

Since all the hot air balloon rides in Luxor take place around sunrise, it's still a bit cooler than in the daytime.

I went in October and was picked up at 4:30 am, but that time changes depending on what time of the year you go.

Also, temperatures go down because you'll be at a much higher altitude.

The fire heating the air in a hot air balloon

That was my thought process - I freeze easily so I always try to dress warmly.

And it was good I did, the AC was cranked up in the minivan on the way to the "balloon airport" and it was chilly on the boat.

As soon as you're surrounded by the balloons that fire up though, it gets really warm! I guess they aren't called "hot air balloons" for no reason ;)

My sweater went off pretty quickly, it got quite hot fast!

Once you're in the air, the fire is burning above your head. Not constantly, but every few seconds the captain fires it up and then lets it rest again, depending on the wind and direction he wants to go.

My best advice would be to wear a t-shirt but bring a light sweater or cardigan as well.

3. Smile for the camera!

Nowadays, everyone has a smartphone with a camera and you will surely take a lot of photos.

If you bring a DSLR ( any bigger camera), they will tell you not to use it before takeoff. Once you're in the air, you can do whatever you want.

The reason is mostly that they want to sell you the video they're taking of your group.

Sunrise over the Nile in Luxor, unfortunately, it was overcast that day!

And that's why I'm telling you you should smile ;)

From the moment you get on the boat in the morning to cross the river and get to the balloon airport until you took off, there will be a guy filming everything.

I didn't think about the camera at first, but when I later decided to buy the video, I surely didn't look my greatest at 5 in the morning, haha.

My facial expressions didn't exactly show any excitement whatsoever before having a coffee, and let's just say, it wasn't the best part of the video.

Therefore, if you're one of the people who would like to get a video to remember this amazing experience, make sure you at least look decent in it and don't keep repeating the same poses, waves, at the camera, etc.

Maybe that's a travel blogger/instagrammer disease, but I guess we all like to look good in our photos/videos.

The video costs $10 on DVD and $15 on a USB stick. Quite a steal, considering you get a 32GB USB stick with it as well.

A lot of the footage is pre-filmed as they don't actually go up in the air with you, but all the moments before and after take-off are on camera.

Most people don't really like to be filmed much, so if you do, you can definitely get a few good scenes as the cameraman is happy he has someone actually motivated to film and create some good scenes.

Swirl around, jump in the air, whatever you think you want to have on camera later.

They told me they would have the video ready an hour after they dropped us back at the hotel and I honestly didn't believe that for a second, knowing Egyptians and their time management after living here for years.

I only ordered it because I was staying a few more hours and also returning to Luxor in a few days so I thought that would give them enough time and I would actually get it.

I almost couldn't believe it when an hour later the USB stick was actually waiting for me at the reception!

So you can really trust to get your footage unless you're leaving Luxor right away after your hot air balloon ride.

4. Bring some change to tip the crew

Before you take off and as soon as you land, there's a bunch of guys holding down the basket to make sure you're not flying away.

The Ground Crew Doing The Hard Work

Upon landing, they gather the huge balloon and have quite some hard work to do. They follow your balloon while it's in the air and quickly drive to the spot you're about to land.

There is no set landing point, it always depends on the wind. So when your captain starts descending and preparing for landing, you will see they usually already arrived on ground and are waiting to help you land.

These are the guys who you're expected to tip. Remember, people make very little money in Egypt and the rising prices are due to rising costs.

Life has become quite hard for Egyptians, so they really appreciate a tip.

5. What to expect from your hot air balloon ride

A few more things you might find interesting to know:

After they pick you up from your hotel or cruise ship, you go to the docks and cross the river with a small boat (not a felucca).

They provide tea and coffee there, much needed this early in the morning!

Oh, and they ask you for your weight so they can determine who to put where in the basket to balance it out. Maybe have a diet day before ;)

It's helpful for them to know it in kilograms, so maybe calculate your weight beforehand if you use a different system to make it easy for them.

The hot air balloon baskets are quite big. They will take up to around 20 people in one balloon. It can get quite cozy.

The basket of the hot air balloon in Luxor

You have to climb a bit to get in and out of the basket, but they help you with small stairs and lift you if needed.

It's not important where exactly in the basket your spot is. The balloon turns around itself and in all possible directions all the time. You will get to see everything anyways, so don't stress.

The balloon is literally floating in the air, so you don't have to worry about motion sickness or anything. It's as smooth as can be, you don't feel anything.

The hot air balloon ride in Luxor takes around one hour.

The whole experience takes up more time, of course, with transportation and all that. We got picked up at 4:25am and were back at the hotel by like 7am.

What you see during your balloon ride depends entirely on the wind. It blows in different directions on different heights and the captain adjusts direction according to that.

Watch this video I took to get a better idea of what to expect from your hot air balloon ride:

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They will always try to give you the best experience! With a bit of luck, you even get to fly over the Valley of the Kings!

Either way, you will see the Nile river from above, the farmland (mostly sugarcane), locals waving at you from the streets and rooftops, and for sure some of Luxor's open-air museum.

We flew right over the huge graves and a temple, pretty cool!

After the ride was over, we got a certificate for the completion. A nice memory if you're into collecting tickets etc.

Hot Air Ballooning in Luxor - Conclusion

Finishing up, I just want to say again that hot air ballooning in Luxor is a total bucket list experience that you really shouldn't miss!

I loved it so, so much, and I don't easily get excited.

Even my friend who had already canceled in her mind and was so afraid said that she would have regretted it so badly if she hadn't gone and it was such an amazing experience.

For me, it was the best part of my entire Nile Cruise and trip to Luxor, Aswan, and Abu Simbel.

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