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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 7 months

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Midnights vs Daylight

Thoughts on TS Midnights title and promotion (This will tie into my ‘Thoughts on the Eras tour’ theories)

I think we can all agree that folklore and evermore were pandemic products. If there had been no pandemic, it stands to reason that Lover would have led directly into Midnights (especially with the way the re-recording process has inspired this album). And that’s interesting because Lover was originally meant to be titled Daylight.

So instead of getting an album called Daylight, we now have an album called Midnights, the polar opposite. Could that be because daylight never came after all and she’s stuck in an eternal night?

Midnights announcement and visuals

In the midnights announcement on socials, we got two images: the cover of Taylor holding the lighter, and the image under the announcement text from the promo photo shoot. Immediately, these two do not look like they are front and back of the same album. The cover image on white background has a modern classy but glamourous tone to it, and the announcement photo has a depressed 70s vibe. So the duality here is not hidden, and that confused me at first, but I do think this is deliberate and once we got the Anti Hero mv, it became clear why:

Midnights is about hiding your true self in favour of protecting a beloved public image and Taylor has perfected this to such a degree that her public and private personas have become two separate entities battling each other until they finally learn to co-exist, as we see in the two Taylors in the mv. One is the quiet contemplative one, the other is the loud party girl. One writes the songs, the other is the performer. One is the trusting people pleaser, the other knows that everyone will betray her. These two Taylors and their differences are the overarching theme of the video, and that theme carries over into the dichotomy of the midnights album style: Private vs public

Front: She’s wearing her glittery stage make up here so while we can’t see her outfit, I do think this is meant to be the performer Taylor. She’s holding the lighter open and looking at the flame, which to me feels a bit threatening, like she’s poured the fuel and is about to drop a match into it. And what did performance Taylor do this year on tour? Ah yes…burn the Lover house. (More on that HERE if you haven’t read my lover house theory). We should have seen it coming 😊

Back: The second image has even more to unpack, both in the photo and the text. I wasn’t a gaylor on the internet back in 2022 so forgive me if I’m repeating what other people have already pointed out. Taylor is inside with the curtains drawn, blocking out the outside world, looking hopeless with her head in her hand and phone in the other. The old phone could be a reference to the one she uses in the Anti Hero mv to call for help, so maybe she’s trying to call for help here and no one is answering. Or it could be a nod to the red phone from MMWM which many have pointed out could be a reference to the ‘red telephone’ Moscow-Washington hotline during Soviet times, which was used to deliver encoded messages. I like this interpretation, because the way she’s holding the receiver looking so devastated really gives me the vibe of someone who’s been on the phone with a person for ages who is just not getting the message. Almost like someone whose constant flags and encoded messages are falling on deaf ears (to a large majority)… I’ve also noticed that there is a framed photo of two people on the table in this house where she supposedly paces the floors alone at night, but can’t really make out enough to say anything more than that.

Now for the text: I’m by no means the first person to point out that the ‘lanterns lit… out searching’ is from one of Emily Dickinson’s letters to her lover Sue which seems a fitting comparison for Taylor, the writer of many lyrical love letters to her muse and lover. But what really gets me is the sentence

‘Just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve … we’ll meet ourselves.’ Why the ellipse? The sentence would have made perfect sense without this, so why add that deliberate suspense? What happens when the clock strikes 12? In the following months we also got the ‘it’s a clock’ video announcing that the four midnights vinyl covers together make a clock, and then the Eras tour literally starts with a countdown to midnight. Clocks ticking down to 12 are also in both the Bejewelled and Karma mv, so safe to say this means something. The obvious one is the Cinderella connection, which was probably an Easter egg for the Bejewelled mv, but if that’s all it was then it could have stopped after the video was out. Notably also, Cinderella’s party ends at midnight, whereas Taylor’s starts both in the mv and on tour. Midnight is the first minute of a new day, so this seems a lot more about new beginnings for me, than eternal darkness. I’ve pointed out in a previous post that Taylor references the song ‘Naughty’ from Matilda the musical in her Eras tour performance of Anti Hero. That song not only references Cinderella heavily, it also includes the lyrics ‘Every day starts with a tick of a clock/ All escapes start with the click of a lock.’ So… interesting that the announcement post mentions both ticking clocks and cages. Is she escaping from her self-made cage at the strike of midnight? Which brings us to the final, but very loaded, sentence of the announcement.

Meet ME! At Midnight

Before you come at me, yes I know, that’s not how it’s written. It’s meet me, not ME!, but that would be first and foremost, way too obvious, wouldn’t it. I still think that this is where she is taking us with this sentence, back to the beginning of the Lover era, the dawn of daylight, if you will. If you need a reminder, ME! was the first single off of Lover and kickstarted the sunshine and rainbows parade that was meant to be her coming out with the glorious ME! OUT NOW post on Lesbian Visibility Day in April 2019. This whole summer has felt strangely similar to that, with cruel summer becoming a single and playing endlessly on the radio, Taylor being unashamedly queer in public and surrounding herself with other queer artists, gaylor discourse in mainstream media outlets, and then of course, Karlie Kloss of all people showing up to the last LA show. The congratulatory comments under GLAAD’s instagram post from the VMAs felt much the same to me as the ones under TN’s post of the ‘proud’ bracelet back in 2019. The people that get it, get it. We are officially in the soft launch period.

So, is there going to be a hard launch? Maybe. With all this open queerness I could totally see her just gradually turning it up until she gets photographed kissing a woman in public one day and it’ll just be a case of ‘deadass thought I made it obvious’… But the lesson from the 2019 (not so soft) soft launch was that a lot of people would still rather default to accusations of queerbaiting than assume that she is queer herself (as shown by what happened to Kit Connor last year), and I’m sure she wouldn’t want that again. For that reason, and the fact that she did have a plan to explicitly come out in the past, I think she may have another go in the future, whatever form that may take. One thing I will say, as it ties into this midnights to daylight theme, is this:

With all this clock/countdown imagery, it is notable that the three different versions we have so far of the midnights album are all chronological on a clock. Starting at the top, we have midnights, then the 3am edition, then ‘dawn’ which is around 6am, so to complete the circle we’d need a 9am (or near enough) version. I know that seems unlikely, as 9am is definitely morning and not night anymore, but maybe that’s the point, that at the end of midnights we have a daylight version. ‘You’re loosing me’ is still not officially out on streaming so there is a glimmer of hope that maybe one more version is coming.

What era are we actually in…?

It’s hard to remember that we are actually still in the midnights era with all the re-releases stealing the show and the throwback to lover with cruel summer. But given that the masters heist foiled her plans to come out and made Daylight into Lover, it makes total sense that the 'midnights to daylight' era is the one that includes those important re-releases to further this journey.

She has made so many positive changes and additions to these ‘Taylor’s versions’ that I think it’s just as much about owning her work, as it is about owning the narrative she puts out there. And on that note, it may not be a coincidence that the titles that Taylor has left to reclaim now are her birth year, her name and her reputation, all things that are intrinsically linked to her, and she has arguably never been more authentically queer out in the open. I’m not saying these next three re-releases are suddenly going to have she/her pronouns, but they may have vault tracks that would never have made the cut back in the day. And if we thought the 2017 version of rep was already unbelievably gay… I won’t make any predictions for the tv, but I have high hopes.😊 And I still think that if we end with debut (tv) in June 2024 (Pride month), then ‘TAYLOR SWIFT OUT NOW’ isn’t looking too far-fetched. And I recon if I was putting out something called MY version of MY name, I'd want to make sure that it absolutely reflects who I am. It did surprise me initially that debut wasn't the first album to be re-released and it's in fact now looking likely to be the last one, but it makes sense if she is using it as an opportunity to go back to the beginning and re-write the story. What a boss move that would be: ‘My version of ME, OUT NOW’ and maybe she really means it this time.

My prediction is, that the end of the midnights era will also be the end of the re-releases (some time next year) and with the final one we end the night and step into the daylight. ☀🌈

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lokisasylum · 9 months

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I'm sorry but 🐰 is so FAKE!

"My future changed because of it. If I hadn't done this project I would probably still be in bed, eating and watching cartoons"?????

As if he and everyone at Hybe didn't know since months PRIOR how his debut was gonna go down, like that Hybe staff (and Jimin anti) that got caught on DC Gallery talking smack during Jimin's debut about JK's single, because they all knew it had already been BOUGHT thanks to 🛴 & Bongo.

[Reminder that ALL Suchwita episodes are pre-recorded months PRIOR to present events]

Also the way he stated:

"I'm Korean , but I'd like to be the one and only singer who can cross back and forth between k pop and pop songs I'm gonna conquer all genres if I could " "one and only singer"... one and only singer to do WHAT when OTHERS have already done it BEFORE YOU??? (Shinhwa? Ailee??? Hello???) He'll never be the "first and only", "one and only", JUST THE PRIVILEGED ONE.

But you know what really gets on my tits? Its the way he toyed with the fandom's emotions through vlive acting out this story of the mistreated, neglected member that was too scared to ask the company for permission to come on vlive to talk to army, so he asked one of his hyungs to cover for him and "take the blame".

And then continued his little sob-story of "Oh I haven't left my apartment in over 3 weeks. All I do is eat takeout and sleep and play with my dog 🥹 please pity me." Getting so drunk that he passed out like twice (with a whole ass candle still lit) and coincidentally SOMEONE who was already inside the apartment would turn off the live (IF there was a staff with him at all times while recording, why did they let him get so drunk to the point of passing out? )

Then came the rebellious, child tantrums at his own hyungs asking him to take it easy with the drinking live (consequentially bringing hate against said members and his solo stans applauding this behavior as him "standing up for himself & doing what he wants" and how "respect has to be earned").

Then came the sasaeng scare, the "Please don't follow me to the gym where I work out every day, that scares me buuhuu 😭." And again getting drunk "to show how upset he is" by the whole situation, causing more unnecessary concern (a.k.a creating morbid anticipation and more people tuning in to the circus show).

But the live that really took the cake was when he first failed to hide the very obvious vape that was literally on top of the table in a very obvious pink color (like his hoodie) that many quickly identified, then another sob story, then FINALLY came the TEARS, acting like he was about to say goodbye to the fandom for the last time with the perfectly executed: "Please be happy, even if I'm not here." before ending the live and sending the fandom into a frenzy of "omg poor kookie, he's suffering so much" and "omg what if he harms himself???"

Everyone was SHITTING themselves on the TL, expecting the worst to happen.... only for Hybe to share a post from CK with a clip ready to announce that JK had been named Global Bran Ambassador to CK, with this huge promo, a whole ass video, photos, posters, an interview, the whole she-bang.

And suddenly... he was fine? Did another live like NOTHING happened? And the ones that followed??? Suddenly he was this refined model for CK that actually gave a shit about his image? Ya'll cannot convince me that this man was not gaslighting the FUCK outta the fandom through this whole shit-show while 🛴& Bongo finished up securing his achievement$ & po$ition on the chart$ before officially announcing his debut (despite having announced a month prior that another member would debut instead).

Even Jimin called him out on his BS during that live in the car after one of the music shows where outta the blue he interrupted the live saying he was gonna go watch Jimin perform live, as if he didn't know that Jimin's promotions had ended that very day.

Like atp I just feel pity for his stans 'cause they're SO NAIVE that they believe everything he says to the point of creating this false narrative that JK was the one who actually got sabotaged on his debut and received the shortest debut/promo time compared to Jimin. When the cold hard truth is that everything he got was thanks to all the MONEY 🛴 & Hybe invested on him.

#I'm sorry I know Jimin loves these dudes but it needs to be said #they've been gaslighting the fandom since those final concerts in Las Vegas #first it was namgi with the whole obsession with grammys #then SG lying on vlive about having done crossfit with the others and accusing armys of making it up

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polydeuces · 2 years

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The View From the Afternoon

Alex turner x fem reader

faceclaim- Taylor swift

requests open!

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y/nalexupdates: watch out Alex, if you break her heart she’ll take photos of your stuff burning…

Outtakes from y/n’s promo photoshoot for her new album, coming soon! Who’s excited? I know I am! I’m also extremely excited because THE arctic monkeys are back on stage!! Have you got your tickets yet?

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y/nsbabymama: AM7 ANDD Y/N’S ALBUM OH FUCK

kindontheeyes: She IS the moment

alexturnerupdates: our dream girl.

arcticmonkeysupdates: from the fandom: thank you!

alexturntable: I’d sell my soul to meet both y/n and alex frrr

milesawayfromu: on my knees for y/n

arct1calex: stop because the songs she’d make if he ever broke her heart…

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alexnotalex: Just another ‘Alex Turner the hopeless romantic’ moment. To the public my muse is unknown. Faceless. Nameless. But to her and I, and to you, she is the marvelous, gorgeous, heavenly Y/n. She’s behind the music both in meaning and production. She creates her art and inspires mine. My muse forevermore, my heart beats for you.

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thisisy/n: me: writes a song called mirrorball

you: has a mirrorball at your shows and is supposedly calling your album glitterball..

hmm.. i sense a copy cat 🤔

kidding. I love you.

matthelderz: I can’t believe I made a private account just to see this lovey dovey vomit

yourfriend: please tell me AM7 isn’t called glitterball… 😐

peanutbutterandjamie: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

mileskane: y/n didn’t even acknowledge the caption haha

thisistherealryanross: growing impatient.. we need songs from you two

ben_chappell_: this is almost too cute to handle

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thisisy/n: Anticipation has a habit to set you up for disappointment in evening entertainment but, tonight there’ll be some love.

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y/n’sfavoritegirl: she’s SOOO

vicdeangelis: bisous!!!

kehlani: getting butterflies when I see you wow

selenagomez: you were like a classic rockstar up there tonight, babe! you lit up the entire show!!

alexandtheshadowpuppets: LADIESSSS

haimtheband: nothing can top that show absolutely nothing! thanks for everything

opheliamillaiss: una forza della natura.

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praeluxius · 2 years

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Picturesque Undressed - Viviz/Gfriend Umji

18+ Umji x Male Reader smut

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Five years—not that any of them would know it. Five years since you were hired as a student photographer and freelancer to shoot promotional pictures for Gfriend. You’ve been a fan ever since, and when the opportunity arose to work with both Cosmopolitan and Viviz on a promo shoot, you snatched at the chance. Although you understood that your pictures wouldn’t make the editorial, you had the opportunity to place these three girls in your viewfinder yet again, always amazed by the view you would find. It may only be half of the group you remember, but it’s three more than you had seen in a long time.

The shoot had just ended, much to the relief of all the staff and the final solo shoot model: Umji. You take a seat and scroll through the pictures you took—some of these will be great behind-the-scenes shots. If any of these three girls have changed the most over the past few years—it’s the maknae. Gone is the shy nineteen-year-old who teased her unnies for years, replaced by a confident young woman who deployed an arsenal of sultry gazes throughout the shoot.

You flick to the first shot of Umji’s solo shoot.

Taking an attractive photo of Umji as she posed with pouted lips was maybe the easiest snap of your life. Under the studio lighting, her complexion glowed, every detail of her soft skin highlighted. Her eyes, in particular, seemed to captivate everyone in the room; the white eyeliner enhanced one of her best features. The exposed shoulder and collarbone demanded equal attention as the striped shirt clung to one shoulder but fell completely off the other.

You flick quickly past the one with her exposed back for fear of becoming far too excited. You recall taking the photo; focusing on such a simple task for you became so tricky under the distraction of her bare back and exposed legs. The legs you avoided photographing because, with those images saved, it would become infinitely more difficult to hand the company camera back.

The final picture you took as the shoot came to a close. The main photographer had called an end to the shoot. In an instant, Umji looked towards you, you met her eyes, and she met your lens as you clicked and the shutter snapped. Now you sit here at stare at the result. Through the image, the stunning girl looks back at you as if staring into your soul. You start to feel a little hot under the collar, your cheeks burn, and you fidget in your seat.

The uncomfortable feeling peaks as the top of your peripheral vision is filled with two bare legs stepping toward you until they come to a stop. You look up from the camera, away from Umji’s stare, only to be replaced again by Umji’s stare—except this one is real, and she is smirking at you.

"I look good there, don't I?" Umji asks with bravado. Her confidence stuns you for a moment, but after a shoot like that, she must feel good about herself.

Though her comment didn't need a reply, you struggled to find one for a few flustered seconds until Umji continued, "walk with me for a moment. I'd like to see the rest."

Umji places her delicate fingers on your wrist and guides you to your feet. She lets go and strolls ahead of you, her half-exposed ass swaying as she walks, with the patterned one-piece hugging the tense muscle. If there's one place, in particular, that girl had developed the most—it's her ass and legs. Her workout schedule must have blessed her body with some of the tightest features you had ever seen; her ass is so firm you could bounce a quarter off it.

Under the trance of her body, you blindly follow the young woman down a brightly lit, white corridor until you reach a changing room door, which Umji opens and steps aside to let you in. You walk by without hesitation into the square room with four white walls. Umji closes the door behind the pair of you, followed by the sound of a soft click.

The changing room was decidedly bare with only the essentials: a long desk lining the left side of the room covered with assorted make-up and hair tools; a small table in the centre of the room with drinks, snacks and what you assumed to be Umji's handbag; and in the far right corner is a black leather corner sofa.

Umji breezes past you and reaches the desk, perching herself before turning back to you. "Show me the one you were staring at before I interrupted you.”

You look down at the camera in your right hand, the screen still illuminated with the shot of Umji. You outstretch your arm, presenting the camera to her, which she dutifully accepts. “Wow, I look good; you take good photos. This one is intense. It's like I was staring at you—and maybe I was.”

“I was always told I have an eye for beauty.” It's a cliche comment for a photographer and one you had heard several times, but you bite your tongue, realising the flirtatious subtext of your comments.

She smiles and quickly flicks through the pictures as if looking for something. The gallery won’t move any further. She looks at you and scowls with disappointment.

“All these photos, and you didn’t take a single shot of my body in this outfit?”

“I um—I didn’t want to—”

“What? Am I not hot enough?”

“It’s just that I have to keep it professional.”

“You can take professional full-body shots. I guess you just don’t like my legs, whatever.”

“No, no, you’re so fucking hot I just—” You bite your tongue for the second time in succession before letting your mouth fall open. Your breath hitches, and no words come out. You feel the colour drain from your cheeks and freeze as cold as ice in embarrassment.

“If I’m so fucking hot, why didn’t you take any sexier pictures?” She leans against the desk behind her, stretching out her slender body.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say—”

“So I’m not hot?” Fuck. She has you stuck between a rock and a hard place. Either admit your attraction and risk coming across as a pervert or deny it and insult her. The next ten seconds seemed to last ten minutes. With Umji now leaning against the desk, you could see your own face in the mirror behind her, as white as a sheet and as if you had just seen a ghost.

She lets you marinate in your thoughts for a moment. Clearly enjoying watching the gears turn inside your head as you searched for a professional response.

Then she offers you the cruellest lifeline. It’s not a way out or a respite from your situation; she just pushes you in one direction. “You can tell me. You already said it once.”

You swallow non-existent saliva like razor blades.

“You are hot.”

“Nuh-uh. That’s not what you said.”

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“There we go. Now take a hot picture of me, will you?” Umji had become so much more confident in her body, and taking it in now, you understand why. Not only had she matured, but she had worked hard on toning her body. Her thighs are slightly muscular but still soft enough to melt between your fingers, the thought of which runs through your mind endlessly.

“An actual picture, not a mental one,” she says, making you realise she has been holding the camera for you to take.

“That is a company camera. I can’t risk taking pictures here with this.”

“Here then.” Umji places your camera down on the desk and then turns and bends forward to reach down into her bag of belongings on the table. She fishes out a polaroid camera. “Make it a good one.”

She turns and places the palm of her right hand on the desk. You pull the camera up to your eye and drop to one knee for a better angle. She leans forward, pushing her ass out towards you. Her knees meet, but there is just a tiny gap between her tasty thighs. Her back dips and arches, pushing her ass into the air and flexing its full shape. Umji looks over her bare right shoulder, placing her left index finger into her mouth, just between her teeth, where she bites lightly. She lets her full lips rest against her digit, slightly separated from each other by the obstruction. Again she glares at you with sultry seduction. Perfect.

You push lightly with your finger, eliciting a loud snap from the camera followed by a whirring. Umji turns and removes the photo from the front of the camera.

She holds it in front of her face. “Wow, you’re good. I do look so fucking hot here.” She imitates your voice again.

“Please, you made it easy.”

She turns back to the desk, doing something you can’t quite see. “Take a seat,” Umji says, tilting her head towards the corner sofa against the far wall. You sit down facing her and place the camera on the other side of the couch.

Umji saunters towards you, swaying her body with each step; her full thighs jiggle a little with each step. “Fifteen minutes.” A blunt statement you don’t fully understand and you reply with a puzzled expression.

“We have fifteen minutes until someone comes and knocks on that door,” she clarifies.

“Let’s not waste another second, then.”

“Let’s not.” Umji concurs. She grabs you by the shirt, pushing you to the side, so you’re now laid flat on the sofa. Her hand releases your shirt but remains against your chest. Slowly, she snakes her hand down your torso until she makes contact with your tight trousers.

“You enjoyed taking that photo a little more than the rest. It must be so tight under there. Let’s help you out.”

You reach for your leather belt, excitement takes control, and begin to unbuckle the cold metal until Umji stops you. “Ah ah. I said let me.” She throws you a serious look, halting your movements.

Umji resumes what you began. Unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped—she quickly pulls down your trousers and underwear in one motion. Umji stops at your thighs and looks at your freshly exposed, erect cock for a moment, and smiles before continuing her action and pulling your clothes free of your legs.

Suddenly you're exposed to the cool air as your cock stands at full mast poking into the air but not for long as the cover of your trousers is replaced by the warm mouth of Umji. With one hand resting on your stomach and one holding one of your thighs, Umji rests for a moment with your cock filling her mouth.

She plays gracefully with her tongue around your length, swishing it from side to side, brushing over your cock. Umji swirls the tip of her wet muscle around the head of your cock with playful freedom. Your eyes flutter uncontrollably as pleasure shoots around your body from her playful teasing.

"Yes Umji, that's it." You grunt quietly to encourage her.

Umji slides her hand from your stomach down to the base of your cock. She wraps her thumb and forefinger around it and rubs slowly, matching the small movements with her mouth. She slides your length in and out of her wet cavity and covers your entire cock in her saliva.

Umji suddenly sucks hard, making you twitch before sliding her head completely away from your cock with a small pop as her lips leave your body.

"That's good enough," Umji says while smiling to herself and admiring her work. As much as you didn’t want her to stop, you thought better of interrupting her as she moved with purpose, finally discarding the shirt that had hung loosely on her arms.

With both hands on the back of the sofa, Umji lowers her body onto yours, and your slick cock slides between her bare thighs—the whole time, her head is turned towards you, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. The soft flesh of her thighs embraces your cock in a gentle hold, the pressure isn’t intense, but there’s just enough friction on your sensitive tip to send small jolts of pleasure through your body. You effortlessly slip in and out of the small gap between her thighs as she slowly shifts her body on top of you.

“The camera,” Umji says as she raises a hand behind her head. “Take one now.”

You reach out behind you, and as you lay your hand on the camera, you hesitate as Umji sinks again around your cock. You grip the metal frame and tense your whole body as she descends, eliciting a laugh from Umji. The control clearly made her feel good.

“How’s this angle?”

You pull the camera up to one eye, close the other, and then centre the view onto the posing Umji, who leans her upper body away, exposing more of her thigh and ass to you. “Keep still… It’s hard—to take… a picture,” you say between sharp breaths as she rocks her body.

From maybe the most effortless photo of your life with Umji bent over the desk to the most difficult as you try to maintain focus while her petite body rubs your sensitive cock. Her pillowy flesh squeezes your length, making it increasingly difficult to take a photo. Somehow, some way, you find enough focus to quickly take a photo of her before succumbing to the pleasure and dropping the camera back onto the couch.

Umji continually rises and drops her right leg on you, holding the left in place. Each time she goes up, pulling your stiff cock down and trapping the head between her thighs before rubbing back down on your cock. Her movements have caused the fabric of her one-piece suit to ride up between her legs, exposing all of her ass and being worn like a thong. The view here was almost perfect. Everything which attracted you to this young woman is on show, from her athletic legs, her toned stomach and her deceptively full ass all the way up to her stunning face.

There is one image left that you can’t quite formulate in your head, and you need to see it for real: this young woman's expression as she impales herself on your cock.

“How long left? Five minutes?”

“Maybe ten, give or take a couple,” Umji replies.

“Then fuck me. I want you.”

Umji’s mouth opens slightly as she takes in your words, clearly a little surprised by the desperate undertone in your voice.

“Oh, you must want me bad. Really bad.”

The voice in your head calls out and reprimands you. You’re supposed to play it cool. Don’t be so needy; you’ll look desperate. For better or worse, your brain shouted at a brick wall; the mind had conceded to the needs of the cock.

“We don’t have long, and I want to see your pretty face when you cum.”

Umji slides your cock out of her pre-cum-covered thighs and then opens her legs and repositions, so one sits on either side of your body and your stiff cock presses against her abs. “I can show you that. Now lay there like a good toy and let me ride your cock until I cum.” With each passing second, it seems that Umji’s confidence grows, and she is intent on putting on a show for you. One at a time, Umji slides the straps of her one piece over each shoulder, then lifts her hands out of the fabric and pulls the patterned cloth down her torso to expose her chest.

“You’re even hotter than I ever imagined.”

The mounds aren’t large, but they’re perky, enough to cup in your hands. Her hard nipples poke into the palm of your hand as you take hold—the soft flesh moulding to the shape of your grasp. A slight whine of approval escapes her parsed lips, encouraging you to play a little rougher—a tug and a rub eliciting similar, louder responses.

“Do you think about me a lot? I bet the only reason you’re here today is to stare at me and think about me riding your cock. Well, today’s your lucky day.”

With her eyes closed and her head thrown back, Umji lifts her body and suspends her crotch over yours. A hooked finger does the job, pulling the bottom of her one-piece to the side, and it exposes her glistening slit. The soft skin of her folds glimmering right above your equally slick cock.

You take your hand to your cock, with a finger and thumb at the base. You swish it like a wand against her pussy, casting the spell to open her folds to accept you inside. Up and down, you tease, probing inside her folds. Each time you slide down towards the wanton hole, she inhales in anticipation and exhales the air in a soft moan when you push against her swollen clit.

“Stop fucking around and put it in me. We don’t have time to waste.”

Umji re-assumes her control, placing her hand on top of yours and wrestling control of your cock. She pushes it down, placing it against where she wants it the most. She sinks her whole body in a swift motion. Your stiff cock slides into her, pushing out her walls and filling her up.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big!” Umji’s mouth falls open wide, an expression halfway between shock and ecstasy. She slowly releases her body weight onto you, allowing herself to sink completely down and embracing all of your cock inside her. Resting, Umji appears to be acclimatising to the sensations inside her, but you don’t allow her the opportunity to relax. You use your core to buck your hips upwards, catching her by surprise as she unwittingly lets a short moan escape.

“Ya! I’m the one fucking you here. Let me use you.”

Umji places both of her hands on your chest, her soft fingers resting on your shoulders as if pacifying you. With furrowed brows and fierce eyes filled with determination, she sets the pace, slowly riding your length. Her hips roll to a sensual rhythm as if savouring every movement inside her tight cunt. Her tense walls push and pull on your cock with every motion designed to draw pleasure from you.

The bobbing breasts above you come closer to your face as Umji leans forward, tantalisingly close to your mouth but just out of reach as your shoulders remain pinned to the couch. “Oh yes. Yes. Yes! This is amazing.” A breathy tone to her words. Her pace increases as she chases her desire to cover your cock in cum.

After placing a hand on each of her hips, you buck up again into her with a little force and authority. Umji’s hands slip from your body and onto the sofa. Her head falls into the crook of your neck, and her black locks fall over your face, filling your nose with a mixture of lemon shampoo and lilac perfume—an unusual combination, but you wouldn’t change it for anything else right now.

“Fuck me! Go on!” She shouts into your neck, the vibrations of her words radiating through you and tingling your skin. Faster now, you pump up into her pussy that remains suspended above your cock, with your lower body leaving the couch each time you fill her tight hole.

“That’s it, right there! Harder!” You match each thrust with a push down on her slim hips, forcing her to meet your cock with more force. A series of whiny moans flow into your ears as you fuck her into what you assume to be her orgasm. Her whines hit a climax, so you can only think she did too. The tightening pussy around your cock confirms your thoughts.

With all of Umji’s energy committed to the sensations inside her tight cunt, she is powerless to stop you from taking complete control, and you lift yourself from the couch, placing her in your old spot. You take a moment to admire the hot mess beneath you. Strands of her hair have stuck to the side of her face and forehead. Her cheeks are flush with colour. Her chest and stomach heave as they draw oxygen in through her mouth, which seems frozen in a permanent smile.

You look down at the thin strip of fabric pushed to the side of the slick pussy between her spread legs. Accidents can happen. You take the material in each hand and pull it apart at the seam with a loud tear. “What was that? What are you—?” You interrupt her by sliding into her with a hard push, planting yourself inside her again. A loud gasp and the words: “Ah! Fuck!”. And with that, you’re back to fucking her with such ravenous energy that everything else which follows from her mouth is saliva-muffled syllables that don’t resemble any words of the languages you know.

With her mind orgasmed into mush, everything Umji did from here on out was contradicting. She screamed out as if wanting the whole building to hear, but she sunk her teeth into her lip to stifle the moans. Her hands flail loosely against your chest, bracing against your body weight and your aggressive pounding, but her tight folds hold onto your cock as if treasuring its existence, begging to be fucked harder. Her legs instinctively tighten around your waist, denying you the space to move your hips, yet every time you pull back, the heels of her foot on your lower back pull you inside.

“I’m so close,” you manage to say through sharp, strained breaths. Umji turns her head to the side as if trying to bury it into the couch and then brings up one arm to cover her face.

“Cum—.” You only hear the first word and lean down closer, putting your head right by hers. A little louder, she repeats, “Cum in me, please.”

You relax your mind and let your orgasm take over. The moment you had dreamed of for years, finally, you get to fill your favourite maknae with your cum. Pure euphoria takes over as you pump her full of cum. Shot after shot from the end of your sensitive cock into her grateful hole. The once confident Umji can only lie on her back, with her glowing face buried into her arm, taking every drop of your seed.

You dismount her and sit back on the edge of the couch, still admiring the limp girl in front of you, cum dripping from between her spread legs, a film of sweat on her glowing skin and a satisfied smile on her face. Just to the side of her and a little up, on the other side of the sofa, lies the camera you most recently used, still with the polaroid hanging from the front. It reminds you of the confident young woman who rode your cock just minutes ago and had now become a twitching, whining mess beneath you.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Three sharp rasping knocks on the door spring you and Umji to life. Umji rises from her momentary passive state with an alerted look on her face and her hair a mess that she desperately tries to tame.

“I need one more minute! Don’t come in!”

“What’s taking so long? Do you need a han—”

“NO!” Umji coughs, realising how aggressively she shouted. “Actually, could you bring me some more water?”

“No problem, one minute.”

While Umji had her long-range through-the-door conversation, you had taken the opportunity to retrieve and wear your previously discarded clothes.

Umji reaches out and grabs your hand, using you as leverage to rise to her feet. “Thank you,” she says before pointing you towards the door.

“Quickly, out before they come back. Don’t forget your camera.”

“I won’t, oh, and, Umji?”

“Yeah?”

“That was amazing.”

“I know.” She replies with a confident smile. You turn and head towards the door; a hand appears on your shoulder as you place your hand on the doorknob. “And don’t forget these. They should be useful.”

Umji places the two polaroid photos you took of her into the palm of your hand. You hold them tightly and step out into the corridor, looking for a bathroom where you can ensure you don’t look like you’ve just nailed an idol in a changing room.

You glance down at the two photos in your hand and notice the black writing scrawled along the bottom. On closer inspection, you make out the digits of a phone number.

A/N2: Thanks for reading, enjoyed writing this one and hope you all enjoy reading.

#male reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #idol x male reader #reader insert #smut #girl group #viviz #gfriend #umji #Kim Ye-won #kim yewon #m reader

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jimkirksgirl · 2 years

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The promo photos for Star Trek 2009 will always be my favorite because

These are like some of the first photos we saw of Chris & Zach as Jim & Spock

They are sooooo young in these pictures omg bb Chris & Zach

Zachary’s wig is horrendous I love it

You can already see the chemistry these two have and would have as Jim & Spock

They are dummy photoshopped, like Zach looks like a Spock mannequin why did they do him so dirty like who green-lit this lmao

I just love them sm

#star trek aos #star trek 2009 #kelvin timeline #spock #captain kirk #chris pine #zachary quinto #bbs #I love them sm

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zine-garden · 10 months

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There are SO many types of zines, sometimes it’s hard to keep track of! Here is a list of common zine categories with links to either free to read zines, descriptions, or artist shops and zine distros to buy from!

art zine - Zines that are filled with art, photo, collage, etc. This could be a sketchbook zine, drawings under a singular theme, or a general compilation of art. This is the most common type of zine produced by artists!

Subject of Devotion, Sabrina Mellado (For Shortbox Comics Fair). This was a digital collection of sketchbook scans available for free, compiled on her website

comic zine - Writing and drawing a self produced and printed comic! Another popular category of zines for artists. Also: Diary comic zines, Auto-bio Comic Zines.

How to Survive a Haunting, Jade Zhang Duende, Elle Shivers

fanzine - Fan-drawings, comics, writing, meta, fiction, etc. compiled into a self-published work!

I know the internet has taken over what many people, especially in fandom, understand a zine to be, but anyone can make a zine and anyone can make a fanzine. At the zine library I used to help maintain, there was an 8 page mini that was just a bunch of Idris Elba pics with cute kaomoji’s saying “i love uwu idris elba <3”. The first media fanzine was published in 1967, for Star Trek called, “Spockanalia.” Seriously, all you need to do is be impassioned by a subject to write, collage, or draw something about it!

Stitching Together, Annie Mok (Available to read for free, but I encourage you to send her a tip as she has recently been in recovery from surgery and is also on food stamps https://ko-fi.com/heyanniemok/shop) Good Chicken, Natalie Mark (Me! Is self promo okay?)

info zine - A zine that shares information. This can be informational, or it can be an instructional zine such as a “DIY Zine” or a “Recipe Zine.”

Trans/Disabled Bibliography, Saul Freedman. I don’t have a link to this one, but it was a really wonderful and short zine of both citations and a love letter to the works cited. Instead, I have linked you to Saul’s zine page on his website 🤠 Patchwork Primer: how do we find what we’re not looking for?, kaythi and seiji. This info zine was created for an event I organized for people creating zines on the margins. I invited the two of them to co-program an activist book club for the event!

litzine - A “literary zine” can be a collection of fiction, poetry, prose, etc. that is self published and distributed as a zine. Also called “lit zine”, or “literary zine”. Some people prefer “chapbook”, or “poetry zine” for poetry.

My favourite litzines are not available anywhere online, so I will describe one of them for you? Todo Parecia de Cristal / “Everything Looked Like Crystal”, Laura Rojas is a collection of photos of the artist’s mom and her siblings growing up paired with journaling between 2015-18. They couldn’t bring photo albums with them when the moved to Canada from Colombia, and the photos had been mailed to her years prior to the making of the zine.

perzine - A “personal zine” focuses on the artist’s life, opinion, or thoughts in some capacity. A zine about yourself, your experiences, your life, a particular memory, your feelings, etc. This is my favourite type of zine!

Sonali Menzes/glittermagpie has some really awesome perzine and info zines about anxiety and mental illness. I have her zines, So you’re anxious as fuck, and You’re so Exotic. Keet Geniza/Make! Shift! Love! is another favourite zinester! I love Keet’s perzine series, Picking Bones, which are full of reflective auto-bio comics and prose. Your Whiteness is Boring: A Gender Perzine, Cleo Peterson.

political zine - Dealing with political topics, anarchy, communism, social justice, historical movements, and present day issues.

An Illustrated Struggle for Housing from Canada to the Philippines, Julie Guevara Autonomous Resistance To slavery and Colonialism, Russell Maroon Shoatz. (Note, the prices on Brown Recluse Distro are for BIPOC only, white people and institutions are asked to donate an extra $5 USD)

#zines #international zine month #zine-garden #long post #happy monday! IZM starts soon!!

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lady of the night | a smutty Jonerys Hollywood Drabble 💫 📸

For @youwerenevermine and her eternal love of manwhore Jon, who I love too but always with a twist 😂 And it is over the drabble word count (3100) so I’ll post on AO3 soon.

"Jon! Jon! Over here!"

"Jon, we love you!"

"Lord Commander! Look this way!"

The sounds of people screaming his name as he left the awards show afterparty were annoying buzzes in his ear, especially after several whiskeys-- and maybe a hit of something else, he wasn't sure what he'd taken-- although it didn't make it less loud. If anything the buzzes seemed magnified tonight. Jon blinked against the camera flashes, a horde of paparazzi on the street, just beside the roped off crowd of fangirls and professional autograph chasers.

Normally he'd just wave, maybe even smile-- most likely not now because he was so buzzed-- carrying on with his plan to get from the club to the waiting black SUV which would whisk him back to his suite at The Sunspear, which was the toniest and fanciest of the hotels in Sunspear, Dorne. He only showed up in Dorne when he was meeting with executives, filming if necessary, or forced to attend these events, whether they be networking or awards shows.

He was in town for the Golden Kingdom awards, putting in his contractual appearance as one of the "ensemble" of The Steel Throne cable fantasy series. He was nominated this time around, for the final season, and he had no idea why. His role had been reduced to nothing more than window dressing and he had only a handful of lines he mostly delivered in a flat wooden voice because he really couldn't be bothered to put in anything else. It really was his last bit of "fuck you" to the writers and producers who had destroyed a character he'd come to consider a part of himself.

And somehow he got a nomination for an award. He was crossing his fingers that he'd lose and thank the gods he did. He wasn't even at hsi table when they called his category, he needed a smoke break.

As always happened when he left clubs and his publicist-- shitty little cretin Tyrion Lannister-- called ahead for photographers and tipped off Instagram celebrity spotting pages, he was swarmed. He paused as the SUV pulled up to take him away, lighting a cigarette. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and took pity on several of the people calling his name, because they looked young and naive enough to think he deserved to be famous.

Plus they didn't have the look of girls who wanted to come home with him, which was nice. He ignored Tyrion, who was tugging on his arm to drag him back, and waved at his "date" to the awards and the parties, his beastly friend Tormund who was leering at some of the poor girls, and approached the line.

He stuck his lit cigarette in his mouth when he got to the line, randomly scribbling his name on shirtless pictures of him from his modeling days or promo shots of him as Lord Commander Cregan Snow. He would have preferred it if someone had brought up the cartoon character of the same name. He was gunning to voice that dude in the animated movie he'd heard was in production, but seemed his agent Davos wasn't keen on him attaching his name to a children's fantasy series.

“You don't have the greatest of reputations, son."

It was all a matter of perception, he thought, and somehow he'd fooled even Davos.

As he scribbled his name on one last photo of his shirtless, oiled up body from a blockbuster he’d done in his early acting days, turning his face briefly to blow smoke away from the crowd, he caught sight of a woman with curly dark pink hair.

Pink. That was a new color, one he hadn’t seen before. He ignored the screams of the girls; at least two shoved their numbers into his hand, which was still outstretched for another photo to sign. He scribbled something akin to his name on this one and waved, stepping backwards from the throng of fans. He sucked on the cigarette a moment, his gray eyes sweeping the crowd again, until he spotted her again.

The pink haired woman blinked at him, cocking her head and coyly pointed her finger at herself. She smiled, long and slow, and he noted that her eyes were a curious coloring. She had one green eye and one blue. He had never seen that before either. He blew out more smoke, licking his lips and flicked ash off his cigarette, his gaze never wavering from her.

She had on a deep pink halter top with a pair of barely there black shorts she’d put on over black tights, a pair of heavy platform black boots, and a black leather jacket. The shirt was cut, jagged, giving a glimpse of her taut midriff. The dark hair with pink streaks was wavy around her face and scattered with tiny braids.

He didn’t blink and pointed at her, before gesturing towards the car. She giggled and pointed to herself, mouthing “Me?”

“You,” he mouthed back. He turned, not waiting, and went to the waiting car. Davos was standing there, already on his phone. “She’s with me,” he said, before Davos could stop security from keeping the woman from going to the SUV.

Davos sighed and said nothing. He shoved his phone in his jacket pocket and turned without a word, going off to his car.

Jon climbed into the SUV after the woman, ignoring the sobs of his name from the dejected crowd. He slammed the door shut and turned to her, taking her in again, this time face-to-face. She had pale skin, her cheeks flushed pink, and there was a tattoo creeping out from the top of her shorts. “Wow,” she giggled. “This is really insane! Jon Snow!”

“That’s me.”

“Sooooo dreamy,” she giggled, leaning against him. She licked her lips and her tongue wagged, a pink stone in the center of it. He twitched in place, already growing hard at the prospects of what that little tongue and stone could do when placed in certain areas. She dragged a pink fingernail on his collarbone, dragging it over his exposed chest. “You’re shorter in real life.”

He smirked. “Not the best way to start off a convo, babe.”

“Babe?” She wrinkled her pert nose. “Not a fan of that.”

“Sweetie?”

“Ew.”

He reached behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her against his chest and rubbing his lips over hers. “How about your name?”

“It’s…” She trailed off and shrugged. “Whatever you want it to be.”

He laughed. That was new too. “You’re usually better prepared. Pink, huh?”

“THought I’d try something new.” She straddled his hips, pushing his shoulders into the buttery leather seat behind him. Her hips swiveled against his and he groaned, unable to stop his hands from finding her hips,pulling her closer. She pressed a kiss to his mouth, hot and open, before jerking back and gagging. “Disgusting.” She swatted his chest. “No fucking smoking!”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s a stress reliever!”

“I thought I was your stress reliever.”

“You tend to give me more stress.”

She pulled a mint out of her pocket, popping it into his mouth. He crunched hard on it and swallowed quickly, eager to get back to her, but they were already at the hotel. Fuck, he thought, glancing between them at the heavy bulge in the front of his pants. She smirked again, tapping his nose. “Ill walk in front of you.”

“Much obliged.”

They exited the SUV, thankfully only a couple of photogs across the street who snapped some what he knew would be blurry unidentifiable photos— he’d gotten good at this in the last decade— of the two of them hurrying into the hotel.

He selected this hotel because it was discreet, which was very needed given his ah… <I>proclivities.</i> Or what the world thought were his proclivities. He jabbed the elevator button, his nose in line with the top of her pink hair. He inhaled deeply, sighing out the exhale. “You smell like peaches.”

“It’s the shampoo.”

“I like it.”

The doors dinged open and they stumbled in, barely waiting for them to close before he had her pressed up against the back, her surprised gasp caught in his mouth as he kissed her. He noted that she even tasted like peaches. Or he could have been making that up between the booze making it’s way through his system.

She hiked her leg around his hip and he dove his fingers down to unzip her shorts, finding that her tights were actually stockings, the garter hidden. “Oh seven hells,” he groaned, feeling her desire already seeping against his fingers, hot and slippery. She was starkers too, which caused his cock to twitch in his pants. “You’re all ready.”

She choked out a throaty laugh. “You know what I like.”

“Gods, I can’t wait…” He turned to hit the stop button but it was too late, the doors already opened onto the penthouse floor. He fumbled in his pocket for his key card, tripping out and down the hall to his room.

She was behind him, sucking on his earlobe while he tried to swipe the key. Her hands were in his pants, fast and warm, the first touch of her fingers around his cock almost causing him to explode right there. He growled. “Fuck!”

The door burst open and they fell into the room. He tripped on his pants, already at his knees courtesy of her stealthy moves. He ripped off her jacket and yanked at the halter, the fabric falling forward and exposing her perfect breasts to his hungry eyes. And mouth.

He eagerly kissed her, hands grasping the soft globes, squeezing and flicking at her nipples, furling them into tight pink buds against his fingertips. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, pressing her to the wall near the suite’s bedroom. They were definitely not going to make it there.

“Full of compliments, aren’t you?” She gasped, his lips folding over one nipple, his fingers tweaking the other. One of her hands tangled in his hair and the other was between them, pumping his cock. “Seven hells Jon. Fuck me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

With one fast drop to his knees to swipe his tongue on her slit, teasing at her little clit and dipping his fingers in to test her readiness, he was satisfied. Her nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at his jacket and dress shirt. He struggled to get them off, buttons flying in all directions when they finally gave up and just tore the damn thing.

The designer would have to understand. It was a life or death situation at this point. She scattered kisses along his collarbone while he shoved his briefs down and kicked them off, her legs up over his elbows, her abs flexing as he pressed her harder against the wall, searching for her lips.

He had no idea at what point she’d taken off her shorts, but they were gone, only her stockings and garters on. He slid against her, the head of his cock bumping her clit. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, hitting her head against the wall. “So good…who knew?”

Jon tangled his tongue with hers, tilting her hips so he could line up and a second later, punch his hips up, cock sliding into her plush, molton heat. His eyes rolled back in his head, her body squeezing around him, pulsing and tight. “Shit,” he mumbled, forehead touching hers. He let go of one leg, his hand cupping hee face, rough fingertips scratching against her soft cheek. “I think we can give up the act.”

She laughed, her tongue barbell tapping his lower lip. “Not yet. Show me your talents Jon Snow. I’ve always wanted to know.” She gasped, eyes slamming shut when he thrust back, almost pulling out before he bottomed out into her in a hard, powerful thrust.

They said no more, just curses and shouts of Valyrian from her and gasping grunts from him as he fucked her hard against the wall. Her nails ripped at his hair with one hand and held her leg up with the other as he pressed his thumb between them against her clit, just when he knew she was about the topple over the cliff.

She screamed, coming so hard around him she triggered his release, his heart stopping as he shuddered around her, clutching her limp body to keep from dropping her. He came and came, seeing stars as he emptied himself into her. “Fuck,” she sighed, after he finally finished, his breath ragged gasps into her throat.

They slid down the wall onto the cool floor, a heap of clothes, sweaty limbs, and sex. He kept his eyes shut a moment, trying to return to his body. She kissed him and patted his cheek. “I’ll show myself out.”

He weakly reached for her, but she was gone in a flash, clothing on and door shut after her. “Fuck,” he mumbled, scrubbing his face. He stood slowly, his mind foggy. He blinked a few times to right himself and went to the bathroom to clean up.

A piss and hot shower later, he was walking out of the bathroom to collapse into bed, when he heard the TV going in the bedroom. He chuckled, scrubbing a towel through his hair, another tied around his waist. Jon padded into the bedroom, in time to see his ex-wife shrieking at something.

It was on the television but still made his balls shrivel up inside of him. “What the fuck is this?” he demanded, tossing the towel aside.

His girlfriend of almost a year, Weateros’s Sweetheart and all around good girl Daenerys Targaryen, who no one would ever have pinned as his one and only, the love of his life, and the only woman he had been with in at least two years since he divorced said ex-wife, was curled on the massive bed in a t-shirt with his character’s face on it, slurping an ice cream sundae.

She smiled innocently around her spoon. “I can’t help it, I like watching shitty television.”

“Can we not watch her show? It’s horrible.”

“I like it! It’s good bad tv.” She tucked a faded pink strand of hair behind her ear, patting the space beside her. “Come on, let’s have a game. Whenever she makes a constipated face or that guy shows up naked, we’ll drink.”

“We will be drunk in ten seconds.” He climbed into the bed anyway, dragging her over to him and allowed her to feed him bites of ice cream before he could stand no more of his ex’s face. “This is too much I’m changing the channel!”

Dany whined, trying to grab the remote. “Oh come on!”

Jon flicked the channel in time to see her face take up the screen. He grinned. “Ah, now it’s your stuff.”

She stuck her tongue out and then shook her head. “No, it’s not my movie, it’s a post awards show gossip fest.”

They watched for a few minutes— she had been declared one of the best dressed for her red plunging neckline dress which they all declared was Daenerys “stepping out of her good girl shell.”

“If only they knew you dressed up as different women and pretend to be a fan girl,” he mused. It was a kink they’d discovered on accident, but one they loved to indulge in, especially Dany. It worked for them both. She could exercise her inner bad girl and he got to look like the whorish bad boy that had made him famous.

Too bad no one knew he’d rather spend his nights in bed eating ice cream with her watching bad TV. He was the opposite of a whore, but hey, it made him famous. He was just sick of it. “What are you thinking about,” she mused, tapping the frown between his brows. “What’s this here?”

He shrugged. “Guess I’m tired of being Man Whore Jon.”

“Jack.”

“Huh?”

“Online they call you Jack. It’s your whore alter ego.” She nipped his bottom lip and reached for her phone, bringing up a blog. “See?”

“Get off the internet Dany it will ruin your brain.”

“Oh shit.”

“Huh?” He was looking at his phone now, Davos sending a few messages they had to talk about revamping his image.

She shoved her phone under his nose. It was a gossip Instagram, Lantaissa. People dropped celebrity sightings there and send in blinds. He peered at it, squinting since he’d taken out his contacts in the shower. “What’s it say?”

“Anon please! I have MAJOR NEWS. I JUST saw Lord Commander Jon Snow and goodie two shoes Daenerys Targaryen at the Sunspear Tower. She had pink hair but it was DEF her and they were getting in the elevator together and were super handsy!”

Dany groaned. “Ugh this is NOT how I wanted us to get out!” It could work though, he thought. They’d have to figure it out with the PR teams but it could work. He took the phone from her and tapped on the submit button. “What are you doing?” she demanded. She leaned over his shoulder, chuckling after a moment. “Oh Jon Snow, you crafty little wolf.”

Using a fake email he’d had set up for exactly these PR purposes, because Davos made him, he submitted the “anon please” and then using his phone, texted Davos his image control would be handled.

After a few minutes, he frowned again and looked up at her. She was staring at the TV, her blue and green contacts out. He flicked one of the pink curls. “You sure you want to tie yourself to me?” he wondered. “I don’t have the best rep.”

“Jon I love you, I don’t care.” She kissed him softly, smiling and arched a brow. “I just open us being a public thing soon enough won’t upset our little rendezvous.”

He laughed. They’d snuck around like this for this long. “You might have to upgrade to some elaborate wigs instead of hair coloring.”

“I have a whole closet full.”

“Also you didn’t have a name picked out tonight, threw me off guard.”

“I was in a hurry to get out of that loaned awards dress and into my costume.”

He smiled, pulling her down for a quick kiss. He sighed. “I love you Dany.”

“Your lady of the night,” she teased. “Is that what they call the girls lucky enough to fuck Jon Snow?“

“You tell me, you’re the only one lucky enough for that.”

She giggled and pulled him up over her, sighing happily as he kissed down her neck. “Hmm, yes, lucky me.”

THE END

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #smutty drabbles #for Erika lol

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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- create their own christmas/holiday tradition Thank you for the request Angel, I'm excited to do this. I couldn't choose which to do so I've done both of your choices in your tags....

| Christmas Prompt List | Buy me a coffee |

JOMIE - A Christmas Miracle

Jamie had flown back after back to back interviews for Stranger Thing promotional videos with Joe. He had stayed to do some independent interviews, leaving Jamie to search London for Christmas decorations.

Neither of them had decided what they would do at Christmas, leaving it open ended before Jamie flew back. But as he saw various couples cuddling up together at the Christmas markets, he realised that he wanted to all of that with Joe.

He decided to message Joe as his thoughts ran wild with 'I miss you' and 'I might love you' but instead, he videoed the scenes with a smiley face as he lifted up the hot piping glass of Mulled Cider.

Joe replied to Jamie's message an hour later, a smiley sleepy image of him lying in bed. Probably in a hotel room, they had just come back from Japan.

The caption of the photo made Jamie's heart fluttered at the words 'I miss you Jamie', he smiled and recorded a video for Joe amongst the busy crowd. Not wanting to admit that he was slightly drunk off the festive alcohol.

''So I know we didn't say anything about Christmas but Joe, I would like to do something you together. In fact, you're all I could think'' he chuckled, his cheeks were red from the cold and the alcohol.

He sent it without blinking, as he put his phone into his pocket. A fan rushed over with her friends, she had clearly been drinking the same festive drinks as him as she clung onto her a friends shoulder. Giggling at the sight of him, she rambled for a photo and drunkenly held up her phone to fit both of their faces in the frame.

Smiling awkwardly as her body hit into his, his pocket vibrated multiple times as she took many photos in her drunken state. As soon as the photos were done and they thanked him politely for his time, he wandered down the street to the rest of the wooden huts of goods. His phone still going off in his pocket.

Reaching the end of the huts before deciding to check his phone, Joe had bombarded his phone with messages and two videos in reply to his tipsy video message.

"J, I miss you too and I would love to spend the holidays with you" Joe's voice was raspy, as he had changed into his light jeans and long sleeved hoodie.

He videoed himself trying on Jamie's long black coat that he had left in Joe's hotel room the night he left. Jamie laughed at the footage, rolling his eyes jokingly as he sat in the dark taxi on the way their empty shared flat.

Despite living together in the centre of London, Jamie was the one that spent most of his time in the flat. Joe was out and about doing various interviews, filming for films or other promos for companies. Jamie was bustling about London recording and producing his music, Joe obviously heard every single preview and idea of his music.

As Jamie entered the dark and cool flat that night still slightly tipsy, he realised that they would need to stick to their Christmas tradition.

His phone screen was bright against the dimly lit kitchen room as he began writing a list to Joe of the things that he wanted to do with him over the holidays. Maybe it was the alcohol but he felt extremely needy for Joe all of a sudden.

The list was long and detailed, he hadn't felt this strongly about wanting to celebrate Christmas with someone. With Joe it felt right.

He began typing

Hey Joe, you looked good in my coat. Maybe you should keep it on a permeant basis ;)

Anyway I have been thinking about the Christmas traditions that we could do, maybe it's because I'm sitting alone and I miss you. But I think some of them could be fun!

Hot chocolate

Baked cinnamon rolls and cookies

Christmas hats

A fire - wood fire

His phone made the swooshing noise as the text was sent and he slumped up to bed. Collapsing onto their double bed, fully clothed and it wasn't long before he drifted off into sleep.

As the light streamed in the open window of their bedroom, Jamie awoke from his sleep to see a familiar face peering over him. He had been tucked under the bed covers, his clothes were scattered across the floor with his hat along with it. A sleepy smile crept across his face as Joe leant down and kissed him.

"What are you doing here?" he laughed onto his lips as they kissed once more.

“Well I saw all your videos and I realised how much I miss you” Joe smiled, as he sat down on the bed next to his body.

They kissed once more before Jamie got up out of bed, meeting Joe in the kitchen as delicious smells wafted through the flat. Joe had a smile on his face as he plated pancakes on their plates.

Jamie sat down at the counter, admiring the food as Joe walked around to sit next to him. As they ate hungrily, Jamie had never felt as happy as he did in that moment.

“So shall we head out and buy some of the things on your list then” Joe smirked at Jamie as he collected their plates and cups from the counter. Gazing into his eyes.

“Yeah that sounds good, maybe we could get a decorations for the tree” Jamie’s eyes move towards the tree in the corner with a wink.

Excitedly they leave the flat, after paroosing through the many streets of London they decide to head back. Their arms practically dropping off from carrying all their bags, light flecks of snow dropped down into Joe's hair as they unlock their flat door. They twinkled in the light, Jamie's stomach flipped as he felt himself begin to fall in love. Maybe it was the Christmas Spirit but as Joe dumped the bags on the counter and made his way towards Jamie to kiss him. He swore he felt it too.

They emptied to bags onto the counter, an asortment of decorations crashed onto the side. Ingredients fell too, their giggles of excitement echoed throughout the kitchen as they tied their matching aprons around each other and began to bake.

As Joe began weighing out the ingredients for Cinnamon Swirls, Jamie threw a log onto the fire. Soon the sounds of a roaring fire crackled as his arms squeezed Joe's waist, his head resting on his shoulder as he watched him make the snack. Only deciding to chip in as he began to make the cookies.

Once their flour covered aprons were coated, Jamie helped him to place it into the oven. Covering his finger in flour and 'booping' Joe's nose flirtily before kissing, frantically Joe began to tidy up their mess as Jamie messed with the Christmas decorations on the red rug. The hot fire hitting his back as he gazed in-between the entanglement of lights in his hand and his half full glass of red wine next to him.

Once the lights were on the tree, Joe walked over with a smile. His apron was folded onto the kitchen chair, an identical glass of red in his hand as he watched Jamie struggle with the decorations.

''Want any help, pretty boy'' Joe's lips were stained red from the wine, his words winding Jamie who turned around with a smirk and a nod.

Moving their wine to the side table next to the tree before picking up some of the red tinsel that blended into the rug, their bodies next to each other. Their eyes full of love and alcohol as they decorated the tree together.

Admiring the glistening tree in front of them as they finished their wine, the flat was not as cold and empty as it was when Jamie first arrived back from Japan. As they stared at the baked goods piping hot from the oven, the kettle boiling in the background. A flush of love swept through their bodies, Joe had bought them second hand Christmas Hats, which perched on top of their heads as kettle finished boiling.

Jamie opened the bag of marshmallows in front of him as Joe made the hot chocolates, they had changed into their pyjamas whilst the kettle was boiling. Making themseleves comfortable on the sofa together as they stared ahead at the roaring fire in front of them.

"I think this is going to be the best Christmas ever, what a miracle '' Jamie sighed, his back was resting against Joe's as they clutched their drinks together. Gazing into each others eyes happily.

A mixture of cinnamon swirls and cookies sat warmly on the coffee table where their feet touched as they relaxed into the Christmas spirit. Music softly playing in the background.

STEDDIE - Our First Christmas Together

Steve and Eddie had both experienced distant Christmases, Eddie's Uncle Wayne tried his hardest to get out of his night shift at Hawkins Lab but every year was unpredictable. So much that Eddie found himself sleeping throughout most of the day until Uncle Wayne would come home to celebrate.

Steve's Christmas was a little different to Eddie's, despite his parents being physically there at Christmas they were never mentally and emotionally engaging with Steve. He found a way to distract himself by playing with the housekeeper, taking his time with the opening of his presents.

Eddie learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life as each present was more personal every year until he reached legal drinking age when all his presents became beverage related but Eddie never minded.

Steve and Eddie had not discussed Christmas together but they were both feeling pretty anxious about the topic. Since their childhoods were completely different, Eddie was worried that Steve would be expecting grand gestures and presents with the typical family experience.

However this Christmas, Eddie was determined to have the best time with Steve. As the days got closer to Christmas Day, Eddie counted all the money he had managed to save from selling drugs and doing gigs with his band Corroded Coffin.

Steve had some idea of Eddie’s saving tactics, trying to conceal his excitment every time the topic of the holidays came up. Until one day, Eddie stopped the car outside an obvious Christmas Tree Farm. He had loosely covered Steve's eyes, informing him that he was taking him on a surprise date. As he untied them slowly, he tried to stop himself from giggling as Steve gasped with excitment at the sight in front of him.

"Eds!" he threw his arms around Eddie with excitment, giggling into his ear.

"Do you like the idea?" Eddie shyly asked, Steve pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes. Biting his lips and he nodded enthusiastically.

''Yes Eds, I'm so excited to do this with you'' his voice carried as he swung the van door open quickly, Eddie followed him around the van.

His hand found his in the cold as they gazed at the lights above the trees, inhaling the strong smell of fresh pine before heading towards the light wooden gate.

Someone greeted them just before the door and instructs them on what to do, with excitment Steve pulled Eddie through the aisles of trees. Touching each trees as they passed until they stood in front of a small tree, it smelt strongly. Still encased inside the growing pot, an assistant wandered towards them and greeted them with a smile. Eddie's hand squeezed Steve's as the assistant informed them that this particular tree would need to be planted once used.

''That's okay right?'' Eddie looked over at Steve with curiosity, who nodded at both the assistant and Eddie.

The Assistant nodded and picked up the tree, tilting his head towards the carpark. The boys excitedly rushed ahead in front of him, directing him to Eddie's van. They thanked him as they stared at the tree lying in the back of his van, Steve pulled his closer to him. Their faces touching as Steve's hot breath hit Eddie's cool face.

"Thank you for suggesting this Eds, I can't wait to decorate it with you" he kissed him softly, smiling into his kiss.

"You're very welcome, pretty boy" Eddie grinned as his kissed Steve again, their hands swinging as they stared at each other. Eddie kissed his head before heading towards the driver's seat, he watched Steve reappear in the passenger seat with a beaming smile on his face.

Metal Christmas songs played quietly in the background as they sped home, they had been spending time at Steve's parents for a while. They had the house to themselves over the Christmas period, deciding at the last minute to decorate together. They struggled with the tree in their arms, dragging it against the laminated floors of the house. As it stood next to the fire place in the corner, they smiled at each other with joy. A box of old Christmas decorations sat in front of them, diving into it as a cheesy Christmas film played loudly on television.

Steve was happy as they dressed festively in matching Christmas Jumpers as they organised the tree. Standing back to admire the tree, Steve pulled him closer and pointed towards the ceiling where a small piece of mistletoe hung perfectly above them.

"Kiss me you fool" Steve giggled, pulling him by his jumper crashing their lips together and kissing him passionately. A soft moan escaped his mouth as Eddie bit his lips slightly with a smile.

They kissed until their lips were red and sore, grinning against each others faces. Steve suddenly jumped away from him and rushed into his kitchen, hurrying back with a brown paper bag in his hand. Mumbling giddily, Eddie raised his eyebrows enjoying Steve ramble on to him.

He placed the bag on the coffee table, revealing premade gingerbread houses with a smile.

"So, I know we didn't make these ourselves but I knew that they wouldn't come out as good as these. I hope this is okay' he laughed lightly, anxiously scanning Eddie's face waiting for his reaction.

Eddie moved closer to Steve, cupping his face and kissed him.

"Of course, this is okay. Shall we decorate these together?'' his eyes were filled with happiness as they pulled away from each other. Seeing the thrill racing in Steve's eyes as he grinned at him, turning away from him for a second to carefully place the houses back into the bag and rushing ahead into the kitchen.

Eddie chuckled and followed his quick footsteps, standing back as he watched Steve organise the kitchen space for them both. He had brought decorations for the houses and placed them in the middle, waving Eddie to join him.

"So here is there the icing, the edible beads and glitter" rambling animatedly, kissing Eddie on the cheek as he moved to his 'station'.

They began to decorate together, Steve peering over Eddie's shoulder with excitment at every given chance but Eddie tactically blocking his house from Steve's view. Grinning together throughout the process until the big reveal. Eddie winked at him with a smirk his arms crossed his body as Steve presented his house to Eddie.

"Wow, it's almost a pretty as you" Eddie gasped, smiling as Steve's cheeks flushed red.

Eddie moved to show Steve his, who smiled admiring Eddie's creation in front of him. Bringing their lips together and kissing him, pushing him slightly against the counter until Eddie pulled away gasping. The words ''oh oh, the houses'' escaped his mouth, making Steve smile. As their hands fumbled over each others clothing, dying to touch skin.

They parted after 10 minutes of making out, all high and giddy with lust and Christmas Spirit. Carefully walking together back into the warm and cosy living room with their houses in the palms of their hands, placing them softly on the coffee table.

Resting into each others arm on the sofa, smiling as the television played another cheesy Christmas film.

''I want you to know that this has been the best day I have ever experienced in the holidays. I love you Steve'' Eddie turned to face Steve with a grin, their hands touching across the back of the sofa.

"I feel exactly the same way, I love you too Eddie'' Steve's were flushed red from the fire, their hands playing behind them as they gazed into each others eyes.

Both of them knew that this would be a good Christmas

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NEW FANFIC SERIE - PROBLEMATIC SEASON 2

18+ content, minors dni

/!\ MAJOR SMUT, +18 CONTENT /!\

NOTE : this is all for fun, please keep in mind that no hate is sent to any of the people mentioned, THIS IS A FANFIC FOR FUN 🩷

All of the people mentioned in the fanfic are adults

synopsis : Suite à un bal de promo plus que désastreux, tu va passer tes vacances avec tes amies dans un hôtel luxueux réservé uniquement à l’élite de la jeunesse de Los Angeles. Vous croyez que les vacances allaient être de tout repos ? vous vous trompez.

FR FANFIC

Mentions de Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Woonggi (Boys Planet), Jay (Enhypen), Ningning (Aespa), Rosé (Blackpink), Intak (P1H), Jake (Enhypen), Zhang Hao (ZB1), Natty (Kiss of life), Chaewon (Le Sserafim), Kazuha (Le Sserafim), Mingi (Ateez), Keeho (P1H), San (Ateez), Sangyeon (The Boyz), Juyeon (The Boyz), Sumin (Xikers),Julie (KOL).

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Episode 8 : New rules

“Pardon ?” tu réponds à Jang, confuse.

“Jay te passe le bonjour SALE PUTE, tu veux que j’appuie encore plus sur le ‘sale pute’ ?” te répond-t’elle, les mains sur les hanches.

Kazuha se lève du canapé et se place entre vous deux, elle demande d'un ton sérieux : "Qu'est-ce qui se passe avec Jay ?”

Jang prend un air hautain et répond : "Demandons-lui?" en te pointant du doigt. Son ton est teinté d'ironie.

“Je vois pas du tout de quoi on parle Jang” tu réponds.

Tu vois vraiment pas, tu sais pas si Jang parle du moment où Jay t’as dévoré dans la cabine d’essayage ou quand il s’est occupé de toi dans le placard d’entretien ou… en fait y’en a trop.

“il me faut de l’alcool” répond Jang avant de se diriger vers le bar du salon.

Jang se sert un cocktail composé à 90% de tequila, en réalité, le cocktail est juste un verre complet de tequila.

Elle l’engloutit en 5 secondes avant de balancer le verre vide à travers le salon.

“TU TE FOUS VRAIMENT DE MA GUEULE” hurle t’elle en te regardant dans les yeux.

Natty se rapproche de Jang tentant de détendre l’atmosphère avant de lui dire “Jang on se calme, j’étais là et Jay a juste dit de passer le bonjour, il a rien dit d’autre”

Jang enchérit “POURQUOI IL LUI DIRAIT BONJOUR SANS AUCUNE RAISON ?”

“parce qu’il veut te faire chier et il sait que passer par ta meilleure amie est une chose facile ?” réponds Natty en mangeant des chips sur le bar.

Jang baisse les yeux.

“Désolé de m’être emportée” réponds Jang en te regardant.

“T’es excusée, la situation était complexe” tu réponds à Jang en te rasseyant dans le canapé.

“Je pense qu’on devrait tous aller se coucher” dit San en prenant Jang dans ses bras.

Natty lève les yeux au ciel devant le geste de San.

Kazuha et Ning partent en premières en direction de leur chambre, suivies de San qui porte Jang dans ses bras.

Tu restes assise dans le canapé et regarde Natty encore au bar.

“Je suppose que je vais dormir sur le canapé ?” te dit Natty.

“Tu peux venir dormir avec moi si tu veux” tu lui réponds.

Natty se lève du tabouret avec son paquet de chips et vous vous dirigez vers ta chambre.

“Je vais me doucher” te dit Natty avant d’aller dans la salle de bain.

Tu te poses sur ton lit en sous vêtements et regardes tes notifications.

Natty sort de la salle de bain en peignoir, toute excitée, et te montre l'écran de son téléphone.

“Ning a de la concurrence !! un compte ‘Paradise Updates’ vient d’ouvrir et y’a déjà des photos compromettantes” dit elle en ricanant.

“quoi” tu lui réponds avant de prendre son téléphone pour mieux voir les photos.

Les premières photos postées par Paradise Updates sont des photos de Lucas prenant ce qu’il s’apparente à de la coke.

“prend ça dans les dents sale chien” dit Natty en se brossant les dents.

“plutôt prend ça dans le nez” réponds Jang en ouvrant la porte.

Tu regardes Jang et croise les bras en disant “Toc toc c’est pas optionnel”

Jang sort, referme la porte.

*Jang frappe à la porte*

tu réponds “entrez”

Jang entre, elle est vêtue d’une fine lingerie en dentelle noire transparente avec des petits noeuds.

Natty la dévore du regard.

Jang s’assoit sur le lit et prend le téléphone de Natty de tes mains et prends la parole “Ça, on avait vraiment pas besoin de ça”.

Natty répond “on a rien à se reprocher, on s’en fiche, tu te drogues ?” dit elle en regardant Jang.

“Tu crois vraiment qu’avec un corps pareil j’irais me droguer ?” répond t’elle à Natty en faisant glisser sa main de sa poitrine à ses hanches.

Certes Natty et Jang n’ont rien à se reprocher, toi en l’occurrence …

“Ce que je veux dire par là, c’est que la moindre erreur de notre part peut être relayée DIRECTEMENT en ligne, Ning peut rattraper certaines choses mais ça, c’est pas rattrapable” répond Jang en montrant les photos de Lucas du doigt.

“Oui après Lucas on s’en branle un peu non ?” répond Natty en baillant.

“Oui bien sûr que Lucas on s’en branle, mais admettons que on me surprenne à baiser dans la piscine avec san-“ dit elle avant que tu ne l’interrompes

“C’est genre, de l’exhibitionnisme Jang” tu lui réponds.

“C’EST PAS LE SUJET. Ce que je veux dire par là c’est que on peut être cancel très facilement, faut arrêter la personne qui se prend pour un paparazzi” réponds Jang avant de s’étaler sur ton lit.

“La poupée gonflable de San ne lui manque pas trop ?” dit Natty, voyant que Jang est couchée à sa place.

“C’est lui mon jouet, non l’inverse” réponds Jang en levant les yeux au ciel.

“Si tu le dis … je pense pas que ce soit lui qui soit habillé comme une pute de luxe en ce moment” répond Natty en ricanant.

“T‘as raison, je vais aller vous faire dons de mes cordes vocales dignes de Mariah Carey” dit elle avant de se faufiler dans l’ouverture de ta porte de chambre.

Elle revient, passe la tête dans l’entrouverture de la porte avant de dire “bonne nuit” en souriant et ferme la porte.

“Elle est cinglée” te dit Natty en se mettant sous la couverture.

“C’est pour ça que je l’aime” tu lui réponds avant de te coucher également.

“Dors bien” te dit Natty.

“Toi aussi” tu lui réponds en souriant.

Le soleil se lève sur Paradise, offrant une lumière douce qui baigne l'endroit d'une aura particulière. Rien ne pouvait te préparer à cette journée.

“Elle est dans la merde” tu entends.

Tu ouvres les yeux doucement et aperçois Natty assise dans le lit sur son téléphone.

“Hm ?” tu réponds à Natty.

“REGARDE” te répond Natty en te collant son portable à 5cm de ton visage.

Tu prends son téléphone et cligne des yeux plusieurs fois, c’est impossible.

La photo de ton string que tu avais oublié dans la chambre de Juyeon, postée sur Paradise Updates.

Tu lis la description.

“Une jolie jeune fille prend beaucoup de plaisir à Paradise depuis plusieurs semaines, elle ferait mieux de faire plus attention aux affaires qu’elle laisse traîner derrière elle, à faire comme le petit poucet, on va bientôt pouvoir découvrir son identité”

Tu ravales ta salive.

“AHAHAA je me demande qui c’est, petite cochonne” répond Natty en signalant le post.

“Tu le signales ?” tu dit à Natty.

“Ouais, a poster des petits strings comme ça je suis sûre que c’est un putain de mysogine encore” te répond t’elle.

Tu te lèves et va te doucher.

Tu arrives dans le salon et voit tout le monde à table en train de déjeuner.

Tu t’assoies à table avec eux et attrape deux viennoiseries ainsi qu’un jus d’orange.

Ning prend la parole “Je sais pas pour vous mais je passe la journée avec Hunter aujourd’hui, on va faire un tour en ville”

“Moi je dois aller me faire mes ongles donc je vais en vile aussi” répond Jang.

Tu envoies un message à Mingi.

Toi : “On peut se voir en fin de matinée ?”

Mingi : “Bien sûr, 11h ça te va ?”

Toi : “Parfait, on se voit au patio à 11h”

“Et toi ?” te demandes Jang

Tu poses ton téléphone et lui répond “Oh je vais traîner à Paradise, je vais aller faire un tour au spa”

“Si j’avais pas mes ongles à refaire je t’aurai bien accompagnée” répond Jang, faisant la moue.

Vous terminez de déjeuner, tu te prépares et rejoins le patio.

Mingi se tient au bar du patio de Paradise, dégageant une aura décontractée. Ses cheveux sont soigneusement coiffés, et sa chemise fluide laisse entrevoir ses pectoraux bien définis. Il porte des lunettes de soleil, ajoutant une touche de mystère qu’il aime tant.

Il sourit en te voyant arriver.

“Ahhhh mi principessa” dit-il avant que tu ne t’assoies à côté de lui.

“Arrête de faire le mafieux italien” tu lui réponds en ricanant.

Le serveur apporte un martini pour toi et un mojito pour Mingi.

“Y’a pas d’heure pour un martini c’est ça ?” il te dit en te faisant un clin d’œil.

“T’es si prévenant, ça me ferait presque peur” tu lui répond avant de trinquer avec lui.

“Alors, que me vaut ta petite demande de rendez vous ?” te demande t’il.

Tu prends une grande inspiration, et tu regardes le fond de ton verre avant de lui répondre “tu te souviens quand tu m’a dit de te prévenir si Intak me faisait du mal ?”

Mingi pose son verre et serre la mâchoire avant de te regarder et répondre “oui je me souviens, il a osé te faire du mal ?”

Tu lui réponds “Pas physiquement, mais il s’est bien foutu de moi oui, il couche régulièrement avec Chae….”

Mingi attrape ton menton avec sa main et te relève le visage afin que ton regard croise le sien.

“Si tu veux que je m’occupe de lui je vais le faire” te dit-il.

“Je veux pas que tu le blesses physiquement, je veux qu’il regrette ce qu’il fait” tu lui réponds.

Il soupire et te répond “Tu l’a déjà fait ça, tu te souviens pas ? le délire de ‘il va regretter et revenir à moi’ c’est déjà fait et ça a pas servi à grand chose”

Il marque un point.

Soudain te vient une idée.

“Tu veux pas aller draguer Chae ?” tu lui demandes.

Mingi retire ses lunettes et te regarde en levant un sourcil avant de répondre “Tu m’as bien regardé ?”

Tu souris, lui tape l’épaule légèrement avant de reprendre la parole “Intak agit comme ça car il a Chae, si il a plus personne il arrêtera”

Mingi remet ses lunettes avant de répondre “Pas faux, cependan-“ avant de se faire interrompre.

“Alors toi si jamais Kazuha te voit” dit Julie en sirotant son thé glacé.

Vous vous retournez tous les deux sur Julie.

“Oh bonjour Julie” tu lui dis en souriant.

“Tu m’as pas présenté à cette belle nymphe” répond Mingi avant de se lever et d’embrasser la main de Julie.

Tu lèves les yeux au ciel.

Julie ricanne avant de répondre “Grand, dragueur, charmant, bien élevé.. dommage que tu sois un homme”.

Mingi se redresse, ne comprenant pas là où Julie veut en venir.

“Elle est lesbienne” tu chuchotes à Mingi.

Mingi se racle la gorge avant de répondre “Évidemment, les plus belles créatures sont les moins accessibles”.

Julie donne une tape sur le torse de Mingi en souriant.

“Je flirtais pas avec lui” tu dis à Julie, tentant de te justifier.

“Oui, je suis un homme célibataire” répond Mingi en regardant Julie.

“MINGI” tu t’exclames en fronçant les sourcils.

“Je ne suis pas intéressée et le serais jamais mon beau” répond Julie avant de reprendre une gorgée de son thé à l’orchidée.

Elle passe sa main dans ses cheveux avant de continuer “Juyeon te cherchait plus tôt ce matin, j’ai pas voulu te déranger donc je l’ai pas envoyé à l’appartement de Jang, il avait l’air préoccupé”

C’est probablement suite au post de Paradise Updates …

“Dans tous les cas il y a une soirée bowling ce soir, vous vous verrez la bas !” continue t’elle “Une meuf me remplace ce soir donc je pourrais venir aussi !”

“Une lesbienne entourée de boules, quelle ironie” dit Mingi en prenant une gorgée de son mojito.

“Alors ça, très mauvais goût” répond Julie en faisant un clin d’œil et continuant “à ce soir”.

Julie s'éloigne en direction du bâtiment principal, une démarche assurée qui met en valeur ses courbes. Elle déguste son thé à l'orchidée avec une certaine nonchalance.

“Je t’en supplie, drague Chae ce soir” tu insistes en regardant Mingi avec des yeux de chien battu.

“J’y gagne quoi moi” te répond Mingi.

Sans réfléchir tu souris et lui réponds “Une nuit avec moi ?”

“Deal” dit-il avant de se diriger vers le bâtiment principal de Paradise sans même que tu ne puisses répondre.

Tu sais très bien que tu ne tiendras pas ta part du deal… mais Mingi n’oubliera pas lui.

Tu restes assise et réfléchis à la bombe que tu viens d’amorcer.

Soudain, Sumin vient s’assoir à côté de toi.

“Tu bois seule maintenant ?” dit-il d’un ton moqueur.

“Je préfère boire seule que boire avec toi” tu lui réponds.

“T’es si mauvaise avec moi, comme si on avait passé que des mauvais moments ensemble” dit-il, posant sa main sur ta main.

Tu retires ta main.

Sumin serre la mâchoire.

“Sumin tu te fous de moi” tu lui dis en le regardant.

“Quoi encore” dit-il en soupirant agressivement.

“Sumin ??? tu m’as frappé ?? tu t’en souviens pas ?” tu lui dis à voix haute.

Plusieurs personnes se retournent sur vous.

Sumin t’attrape le poignet en le serrant très fort et te réponds “C’était qu’une gifle”.

Tu lui réponds “C’était un coup de poing, un coup de poing au visage Sumin.”

Tu retires ton poignet de sa main et te lève afin de partir.

“Tu l’as mérité” dit-il alors que tu as le dos tourné.

Tu tournes les talons, t'approches de Sumin d'un pas déterminé, puis lui jettes le contenu de ton verre de martini au visage avec une certaine agressivité.

“SALE PUTE” crie t’il en se levant de son tabouret et levant la main sur toi.

Soudain, comme une impression de déjà vu, Jay attrapa le bras de Sumin.

Vous vous exclamez, Sumin et toi à l’unisson “Jay ?!”.

“Me dis pas que t’allais la frapper ?” demande Jay sur un ton calme, tout en levant un sourcil.

“C’est pas comme si c’était la première fois” tu réponds en regardant Sumin.

“Lâché moi bordel” réponds Sumin

Jay lâche le bras de Sumin avant de le pousser en ajoutant “dégage”.

Sumin s’éloigne en direction de la plage.

“Ça va ?” te demande Jay, inquiet, avant de venir caresser ta joue.

“Oui ça va, merci Jay” tu lui réponds en croisant son regard.

Jay te regarde intensément, son regard est empreint d'une profonde tendresse mêlée à une lueur de détermination. Tu sens sa main chaude contre ta joue, une sensation réconfortante qui te fait te sentir en sécurité. Ses yeux, d'un mélange captivant de nuances sombres, semblent plonger dans les tiens, comme s'il cherchait à lire tes émotions les plus profondes.

Il retire sa main avant de prendre la parole “Heureux que tu ailles bien, je serais avec les garçons au bowling ce soir, je risque de t’y croiser ?”

Tu fais glisser une mèche derrière ton oreille avant de répondre “Oui, j’y serais avec les filles”.

“À ce soir alors” te répond t’il en s’éloignant de toi.

Tu as été agréablement surprise par la manière dont Jay t'a défendue. Cela t'a montré une facette de sa personnalité que tu ne connaissais peut-être pas aussi bien.

Tu te diriges vers le spa de Paradise, tu as bien besoin de te détendre après tout ça.

Le spa de Paradise est une oasis de sérénité nichée au cœur de l’hôtel.

Il respire le luxe et l'élégance, avec des matériaux naturels, des lumières tamisées et une ambiance apaisante. Des senteurs exquises flottent dans l'air, créant une atmosphère relaxante.

Les murs sont ornés d'œuvres d'art apaisantes et des plantes exotiques ajoutent une touche de verdure à l'ensemble. Les bassins d'eau thermale, les saunas et les salles de relaxation vous invitent à vous détendre et à vous ressourcer, tandis que le personnel attentif est prêt à vous offrir des soins de classe mondiale.

C'est un véritable havre de paix où chaque détail a été soigneusement pensé.

Tu retires ton peignoir avant d’entrer dans le bain à remous.

Tu entends quelqu’un entrer dans la pièce mais pense que c’est un employé.

“C’est drôle qu’on se retrouve ici, comme l’année dernière”

C’est Juyeon.

Tu ouvres les yeux et le voit debout devant toi.

Complètement nu, une simple serviette blanche autour de la taille.

Il sort du sauna, les cheveux ébouriffés et humides, les vapeurs ont provoquées des petites gouttelettes qui ruissellent sur ses abdos massifs. Comme à son habitude et malgré lui, une aura sexy se dégage de lui.

“Ça te dérange si je me joins à toi ?” te demande t’il.

“Si tu ne viens pas pour m’embêter, tu peux venir” tu lui réponds en fermant les yeux, essayant de te détendre.

Tu entends la serviette de Juyeon toucher terre et lutte pour ne pas ouvrir les yeux afin de voir ce qu’il se passe en face de toi.

Juyeon entre dans le bain à remous et gémis.

“La température est parfaite” dit-il après son gémissement de plaisir.

Vous passez quelques minutes dans le calme.

Soudain, tu sens le mouvement de l’eau, et Juyeon est à côté de toi en une fraction de seconde.

Tu ouvres les yeux et le voit à tes côtés.

Juyeon prend une profonde inspiration, ses yeux plongés dans les tiens.

“Depuis l'été dernier, il y a quelque chose que je veux te dire... Je suis tombé amoureux de toi. Chaque moment que j'ai passé à tes côtés m'a fait réaliser à quel point tu es spéciale pour moi. Je ne peux plus cacher mes sentiments. Je suis prêt à tout pour te rendre heureuse. Je voulais que tu le saches.”

“En m’ignorant et étant totalement froid face à moi ?” tu lui réponds totalement indifférente.

“C’est un mécanisme de défense, je suis jaloux mais je ne veux pas le montrer, je m’en suis voulu de ne pas avoir gardé contact avec toi depuis l’été dernier, crois moi, je regrette énormément” continue t’il.

“Il m’en faudra beaucoup plus Juyeon” tu lui réponds, en ayant toujours les yeux fermés.

Juyeon prends ta main et la fais glisser sur le haut de son torse, ta main parcourant le dessus de ses pectoraux avant de se diriger vers sa zone abdominale.

“Je sais que c’est pas de ça que tu parlais, mais tu ne peux nier l’attirance que l’on ressent l’un pour l’autre” dit-il sur un ton très doux.

“Bien sûr que je parlais pas de ça Jueyon, si ça ne devait être que sexuel ça se serait déjà fait” tu lui réponds en te redressant.

"C'est tout sauf physique pour moi" commence Juyeon d'une voix sincère, "j'aime tout chez toi, ta façon d'être, ton sourire, la manière dont tu éclaires une pièce juste en y entrant.

Je suis tombé amoureux de chaque petit détail, de chaque nuance de ta personnalité.

Tu as une manière unique de faire briller même les jours les plus sombres.

Tu es forte, indépendante, et d'une beauté qui éclipse tout le reste.

Et je ne peux pas m'empêcher de me sentir privilégié d'être à tes côtés. Je veux te soutenir, te protéger, et partager chaque instant, chaque sourire et chaque larme avec toi. C'est un privilège que je ne prends pas à la légère, et je ferai tout en mon pouvoir pour te rendre heureuse.

Alors, voilà. C'est de l'amour, pur et simple. C'est bien plus que ce que les yeux peuvent voir, c'est ce que le cœur ressent, et le mien ne bat que pour toi."

Dans un mélange d'émotions, tu respires profondément pour absorber les mots sincères de Juyeon. Ton cœur bat la chamade, tes pensées tourbillonnent. Tu le regardes avec un mélange de surprise et d'appréhension.

Finalement, tu réponds "Juyeon... c'est tellement... je ne sais pas quoi dire" murmures-tu, le regard brillant d'émotion.

“Ne parles pas alors, laisses ton corps parler pour toi” te répond t-il avant de t’embrasser.

Tu te positionnes sur lui, vous vous embrassez longuement, tes mains passant dans ses cheveux, les lèvres de Juyeon sont telles de doux nuages mais cependant fermes.

Les mains de Juyeon parcourent ton dos, puis remontent à tes cheveux qu’il tire en arrière afin de pouvoir couvrir ta gorge de baisers.

Tu gémis sous la traction de tes cheveux en arrière et la deuxième main de Juyeon massant ta poitrine.

Tu avais vu juste, Juyeon était nu.

Tu ressens son érection contre tes fesses, légèrement couvertes d’un bas de bikini qu’il vient détacher et poser sur le rebord du bain à remous.

“Ton corps est si délicieux” dit-il avant de lécher tes tétons.

Tu fais bouger ton bassin de manière à former des vas et viens contre la queue de Juyeon, ce qui le fait gémir et mordiller tes tétons plus fort.

Juyeon te retourne, te plaque contre le rebord du bain à remous avant de te mettre plusieurs doigts dans ta fente.

Son regard est explicite sur sa détermination, il veut te prouver qu’il est capable.

Tu es sur le dos, ta tête reposant contre le rebord du bain à remous, Juyeon a sa main gauche posée sur ta gorge, sa main droite te doigtant, sa bouche mangeant ta poitrine.

Tu gémis de plus en plus fort, il est très doué.

Soudain, il relâche ta gorge et attrape ta taille pour te soulever sur le rebord du bain à remous.

Toujours les mains sur tes hanches, il fait entrer le bout de son gland en toi.

Il gémit lorsqu’il se rends compte de l’étroitesse de ton vagin.

“Putain, laisse moi te faire du bien” dit-il en soupirant.

Tu le regarde en souriant “Vas y Juyeon”

Juyeon pose ses mains sur ta taille afin de pouvoir te tenir et faire les vas et viens directement avec ton corps en te tirant vers lui.

Juyeon fait rentrer l’intégralité de la longueur de son pénis, à laquelle tu as poussé un bruyant gémissement en sentant qu’il pouvait toucher le fond de ton vagin.

Les vas et viens s’accélèrent, Juyeon transpire sous la chaleur du Spa.

Tu sens chaque centimètre de Juyeon te procurer une sensation que tu n’avais jamais ressentie auparavant.

Juyeon te poussa un peu plus sur le bord afin qu’il puisse prendre appui sur le rebord également, qu’il puisse gérer les vas et viens depuis ses coups de reins.

Après cet ajustement, les coups de reins de Juyeon s’accélèrent de plus en plus, te rendant complètement folle.

La sensation de Juyeon en toi est si bonne que des larmes coulent sur tes joues.

Remarquant l’effet qu’il a sur toi, Juyeon fait glisser ta jambe droite sur son épaule, qlors qu’il s’approche de toi pour t’embrasser langoureusement pendant qu’il détruit ton vagin de ses vas et viens.

Tu sens l’orgasme arriver “Juyeon je vais jouir” tu lui dis entre deux baisers.

Les coups de reins de Juyeon deviennent de plus en plus puissants, brutal, et rapides.

L’orgasme te submerge, des frissons parcourent ton dos alors que ton corps cambre suite à ce trop plein de sensations.

Ton vagin se resserrant sur la queue de Juyeon, il te fait savoir qu’il va bientôt éjaculer.

Après quelques vas et viens supplémentaires, il se retire et éjacule sur ton ventre jusqu’à tes seins.

Vous vous glissez tous les deux dans le bain à remous en entendant quelqu’un arriver dans la pièce.

“Oh je pensais qu’il n’y avait personne” s’exclame Jennie.

“Non non t’en fais pas on allait partir” tu lui réponds en récupérant ton bas de bikini sur le rebord.

“Je viendrais un autre jour, je vous le laisse” dit-elle, ayant compris, avant de partir.

Juyeon te regarde, vos regards se croissent et vous explosez de rire.

Vous allez vous doucher et décidez de terminer au sauna.

“Si tu savais depuis combien de temps je rêve de ça” dit-il en fermant les yeux.

Tu le regardes et lève un sourcil en disant “de me baiser ?”

“Non, de te faire l’amour, ça fait un an que je veux te montrer comment je t’aime” répond t’il.

“C’est mignon” tu réponds en regardant ailleurs.

Vous restez quelques minutes supplémentaires avant que Juyeon ne doive partir.

Tu remontes à l’appartement de Jang, toute détendue, prête pour la soirée bowling de ce soir.

Tu entres et voit toutes les filles assises sur le canapé.

Jang se tient debout, les bras croisés.

Tu fermes la porte et t’approche un peu plus.

“JE SAIS PAS QUOI METTRE CE SOIR POURQUOI ON M’INFORME D’UNE SOIRÉE 2H AVANT”

“Je te promets qu’il y a plus grave” répond Kazuha en buvant son thé matcha.

“Plus grave ? impossible” répond Jang d’un air hautain.

Natty prend la parole entre deux bouchées de chips “Genre le fait que y’ai Lucas, Intak, Chaewon et Jennie dans la même pièce que nous c’est pas plus grave qu’un problème de robe ?”

Jang se retourne vers Natty avant de répondre “Je déteste quand tu as raison” en fronçant les sourcils, se retenant de sourire.

Natty sourit en coin et regarde son téléphone.

Ning se lève avant de dire “Je vais me préparer, je dois me faire toute belle pour Hunter ce soir, c’est comme un date” avant de filer dans la salle de bain de Jang.

Vous suivez Ning et vous retrouvez à toutes vous préparer dans la salle de bain de Jang.

L'ambiance dans la salle de bain est électrique, empreinte de l'excitation de la soirée à venir. Le miroir est entouré de lumières douces qui mettent en valeur chaque trait de vos visages. Vous échangez des rires complices tout en vous préparant, partageant des conseils de maquillage et de coiffure.

De la musique R&B est diffusée dans la pièce, créant une atmosphère sensuelle et énergique. Chacune d'entre vous se concentre sur son look, sélectionnant avec soin les nuances de maquillage et les accessoires qui mettront en valeur vos tenue.

Natty, avec son talent pour la coiffure, crée des styles audacieux et élégants pour chacune d'entre vous. Jang apporte sa touche artistique au maquillage, mettant en valeur les atouts de chacune. Ning et Kazuha partagent des regards complices dans le miroir, impatientes de découvrir le résultat final.

Dans cette atmosphère de camaraderie et de préparation soignée, vous vous sentez plus que prêtes à briller lors de cette soirée à Paradise.

“Pas que j’aime les sujets qui fâchent … mais tu t’es calmée à propos de tes frères Kazu ?” demande Jang en s’appliquant son mascara.

“Tu aimes les sujets qui fâchent Jang” répond Kazuha sereinement.

“Moi qui m’attendais à me prendre une bouteille de laque au visage, je suis surprise que tu prennes la question si bien” répond Jang en ricanant.

“Maintenant que je vous ai vous, je me soucie moins d’avec qui Mingi couche, ça me fait du mal pour rien, donc je ne m’en soucie plus. Et pour Heeseung, il est bien trop préoccupé par sa liberté pour se caser donc aucun problème de son côté” répond Kazuha.

Jang ricanne.

“Pourquoi tu ris ?” demande Kazuha en prenant des ciseaux dans la main, les tenant comme si elle allait tuer Jang avec.

“Eh tout doux miss thé matcha” interpelle Natty en regardant Kazuha.

“C’était une blague les ciseaux” répond Kazuha en reposant les ciseaux.

Vous terminez de vous préparer dans une bonne ambiance avant de monter dans les voitures vous attendant devant Paradise afin de vous déposer au bowling.

Lorsque vous pénétrez dans le bowling, l'ambiance bruyante et animée vous enveloppe. Les néons multicolores illuminent la piste, créant une atmosphère vive et festive. Vous entendez les rires des autres joueurs, le bruit des quilles qui s'entrechoquent et la musique animée qui rythme l'endroit.

“Ahhh mes stars favorites” s’exclame Julie en vous voyant arriver.

Natty et Julie s’enlacent afin de se dire bonjour.

Ning court dans les bras d’Hunter en le voyant se diriger vers elle, sa tête blottie entre ses pectoraux.

“San ne voulait pas venir ?” demande Kazuha a Jang.

“Non il avait deux trois choses à finaliser administrativement avec l’héritage donc il m’a laissée SEULE” dit elle en tapant son talon aiguille sur le parquet du bowling.

“ON ENLÈVE LES TALONS SUR LES PISTES” cria un employé du bowling à Jang.

Jang le regarde dans les yeux et fait glisser son talon sur le parquet afin de laisser une énorme rayure avant de lui répondre “C’est bon je pense pas que je puisse faire pire maintenant”.

Chacune d’entre vous choisit une paire de chaussures de bowling ( sauf Jang qui reste avec ses Jimmy Choo à talons aiguilles) et se dirige vers une piste disponible. L’excitation est palpable, chacune de vous prête à relever le défi et à montrer ses talents de joueuse.

Ning prend la première boule et se prépare à lancer, suivie de près par Kazuha qui la taquine légèrement. Natty et toi observez avec anticipation, prêtes à encourager et à célébrer chaque lancer réussi.

“Y’a personne qui sert de cocktails ici ?” demande Jang en soupirant et en claquant des doigts.

Mingi arrive derrière elle et apporte avec lui un plateau avec vos cocktails favori.

“MAIS QU’IL EST SERVIABLE CE BEL ÉTALON” s’exclame Jang.

Kazuha lance sa boule de bowling et fait un strike, Ning et Natty l’applaudissent.

“Merci merci j’ai imaginé que c’était Jang au fond” répond Kazuha en faisant une révérence.

Mingi s’assoit à côté de toi.

“Alors, tu passes une bonne soirée princesse ?” te demande t’il, encore habillé de ses lunettes de soleil carrées à verres jaunes.

“Oui pour le moment ça peut aller, tant que je vois pas Chae et Intak ça me va” tu lui réponds en regardant autour de toi avant de continuer avec “et toi ? tu t’ennuies pas ?”

Il sourit en coin, s’approche de ton oreille et te réponds “Non, je me prépare a la fin de cette soirée, tu devrais te préparer mentalement également parce que tu va pas être indemne”.

Tu rougis et le tape sur son torse.

Il rit.

C’est ton tour de jouer, tu respires profondément, te concentres et délivres un lancer précis. La boule glisse avec grâce sur la piste et frappe les quilles, les renversant avec succès. Tu souris fièrement alors que Ning se jette sur toi pour te faire un câlin suite à ton Spare.

Tu aperçois Chaewon accompagnée sans grande surprise d’Intak comme s’ils formaient un petit couple depuis plusieurs années.

Tu jettes un coup d’œil à Mingi qui comprend tout de suite là ou tu veux en venir.

Après un quart d’heure de jeu, Chae se lève pour aller commander des boissons au bar. Mingi la rejoint la bas et commence à la draguer, ça se voit à sa posture et sa gesture.

Intak est assis sur son téléphone, il te regarde de temps en temps.

Vos regards se croisent.

Intak se lève et s’approche de toi.

“Je vais le défigurer avec mes ongles tout frais de cet après midi” te dit Jang, voyant Intak s’approcher de toi.

“Non laisse” tu réponds à Jang, ce à quoi elle prend une réaction surprise.

“Tu gagnes ?” te demande Intak, étant accoudé sur ton fauteuil, à quelques centimètres de ton visage.

“Oui, contrairement à toi qui perds tout” tu lui réponds.

Il sourit et te répond “Je suis joueur et j’ai perdu, cependant, tu es une très bonne joueuse également et tu ne peux le nier… Faisons une partie, si tu gagnes je te laisse tranquille, si je gagne tu m’accompagnes au restaurant demain soir”, le regard empli de challenge.

Tu te retournes sur lui, et vois son magnifique visage arborer un sourire en coin avec un regard joueur, il est sérieux.

Il te tend la main, tu prends sa main et le suit à une piste libre.

Il fait signe à un employé de vous activer une piste et lui glisse un billet vert dans la poche de son jean.

L'ambiance est électrique au bowling, l'enjeu est de taille : une invitation au restaurant avec Intak. Chaque lancer est empreint de concentration et de détermination. Intak montre ses talents de joueur, faisant des strikes impressionnants et marquant des points cruciaux.

De ton côté, tu te donnes à fond, essayant de maintenir le suspense. Chaque boule que tu lances est calculée, visant avec précision les quilles. Tu te rappelles des techniques et conseils que tu as appris au fil des parties de bowling passées.

Le match se joue au fil des lancers, les scores oscillent, créant une tension palpitante. Les regards entre toi et Intak sont chargés d'excitation et de défis mutuels. Chaque strike et chaque spare deviennent des moments cruciaux.

Soudain, Chaewon arrive derrière vous et dit “Je vous dérange pas ?”

Tu lui réponds “Si” en la regardant de haut en bas.

“INTAK !” répond t’elle en tapant du pied.

Intak la regarde et lève les yeux au ciel.

“J’y vais c’est bon” tu réponds, essayant d’éviter tout drama, tu aimerais prouver à Jang que tu peux passer une soirée sans provoquer de problèmes.

Tu entends Chae ricaner derrière toi, signe de sa victoire.

Tu reviens t’assoir vers les filles.

“Alors qui a gagné ?” demande Jang.

“Chae” tu réponds.

Jang secoue la tête et prends son téléphone

Vous continuez à jouer et commander des collations.

Natty regarde en direction de Chae et Intak avant de dire “Ils me donnent la nausée, surtout la petite pétasse avec son carré là”.

Chaewon se retourne et crie “C’est de moi que tu parles ?!”

“OUI C’EST DE TOI QUE JE PARLE LE MANGE BITE SUR PATTES” réponds Natty en hurlant.

Chaewon, le visage rouge de colère, avance d’un pas décidé vers Natty et toi. Sa voix résonne dans la pièce tandis qu’elle hurle “COMMENT TU VIENS DE M’APPELER ?”.

Les regards des personnes présentes se tournent vers vous, captivés par la scène qui se déroule.

Natty ne se laisse pas démonter, elle reste debout, le regard défiant, prête à faire face à Chaewon et lui répond calmement “le mange bite sur pattes, tu veux que je le répète encore une fois ma belle ?”. L’atmosphère est tendue, chacun retient son souffle, anticipant ce qui va se passer ensuite. Jang, Ning et les autres observent la situation, prêts à intervenir si nécessaire.

Tu aperçois Intak sourire derrière, se régalant de la petite scène qui se passe devant lui.

Natty retire ses créoles avec détermination, les tendant à Jang d'un geste rapide en lui disant “Tiens moi ça, ça fait un moment que j’ai envie de ce moment”.

Son regard est concentré, prêt à faire face à Chaewon.

Jang les prend, affichant une expression amusée, prête à intervenir si la situation dégénère davantage, elle interviendra avec GRAND PLAISIR.

La tension atteint son paroxysme alors que Chaewon se précipite vers Natty, sautant sur elle et déclenchant un combat intense. Les deux femmes se tirent les cheveux, échangeant des insultes acerbes dans un tourbillon de colère. Les autres regardent la scène, choqués par la soudaineté et l'intensité de la bagarre.

“UN GARAGE À BITE TRÈS TEIGNEUX JE DIRAIS” enchéris Natty.

“PAS PLUS QUE TA POTE JANG” répond Chaewon entre deux gifles.

Chaewon a lancé toute la bouteille d’huile sur le feu, Jang décide d'intervenir dans le combat.

Elle se joint à la mêlée et saisit les cheveux de Chaewon avec fermeté. La tension monte d'un cran, créant un tourbillon de gestes agressifs. La situation est devenue explosive, et le combat semble s'intensifier. Natty, Jang et Chaewon se retrouvent désormais toutes engagées dans une lutte féroce.

Jennie arrive pour s’interposer dans cette bagarre avant de dire “MAIS ÇA SUFFIT”.

La situation prend un tournant encore plus chaotique lorsque Jennie, touchée par accident par une gifle de la part de Natty, se joint à la mêlée. Elle réagit impulsivement en ripostant, frappant Natty à son tour.

La salle de bowling, autrefois un lieu élégant et paisible, s'est transformé en une arène de conflit. La tension est palpable, et chacun se demande comment cette situation va se résoudre.

Julie arrive à côté de toi, sirotant son thé glacé à l’hibiscus avant de te dire “j’adore cette soirée” en ricanant.

La sécurité arrive et sépare les filles alors que toutes les autres personnes présentes filmaient la scène.

“MAIS LÂCHEZ MOI” hurle Chaewon.

Alors qu’elle sont toutes séparées et que la sécurité leur demande de se calmer, Jang attrape sa chaussure et la lance sur le front de Chaewon.

Chaewon hurle et se débat pour que le vigile la lâche.

Jang ricanne alors que le vigile la regarde mal, ce auquel elle répond “roh ça va” et lui agite un billet violet sous le nez.

“Jang c’est littéralement 500€ et c’est illégal” lui dit Kazuha.

“J’ai déjà fait bien plus illégal que ça” dit elle en ricanant, recoiffant ses cheveux.

La soirée se termine et vous rentrez à Paradise, tout le petit groupe se retrouve dans l’appartement de Jang.

Natty s’affale dans le canapé avant de soupirer “Quelle soirée mouvementée”.

Kazuha lui répond ironiquement “Oui et tu n’y es absolument pour rien”.

Ning et Jang ricanent.

Tu t’assoies dans le canapé en entend la porte s’ouvrir.

“Coucou mes guerrières” crie Julie avec les bras pleins de snacks.

Elle s’avance et les déposes sur la table basse.

“Tu gères Julie” s’exclame Natty.

Elle sourit et répond “La stagiaire est de service jusqu’à demain matin donc je peux rester ici toute la nuit, vu ce qu’il s’est passé au bowling je ne pense pas qu’elle va être submergée de travail” en ricanant.

Vous discutez de ce qu’il s’est passé au bowling alors que Kazu et Ning imitent l’altercation entre Chae et Natty.

Jang se penche vers toi et te demande en chuchotant “Du coup, qui a gagné entre Intak et toi ?”

“Aucun des deux, Chae est arrivée avant que l’on puisse terminer la partie” tu lui réponds en mangeant un kinder bueno.

Elle pose sa tête sur ton épaule avant de répondre “C’est toi qui est partie, techniquement c’est lui qui a gagné”.

Tu soupires.

Ton téléphone vibre alors que Jang regarde la télé.

Tu vérifies que Jang ne regarde pas ton téléphone et le déverrouilles.

*1 NOUVEAU MESSAGE : MINGI*

Merde, tu avais oublié le deal avec mingi.

Tu ouvres le message : “J’ai respecté ma part du deal, maintenant c’est ton tour. Dans 30 mins dans ma chambre”.

FIN DE L’ÉPISODE 8

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Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Twenty Two

The Fox is decked out to the nines complete with a red carpet. The paparazzi and fans line the barricade, desperate for a close up shot or an autograph. As Kylo steps out of the limo, there is a roar from the crowd.

People scream for his attention as cameras click and flash. He gives them a tight smile, keeping his body posture neutral. More screams and calls come as his bandmates join him. They pose for a couple photos as the dates are led inside.

As he walks up the red carpet, people yell his name, vying for his attention. He focuses on maintaining his aloofness, nodding acknowledgement to some familiar faces as he goes through the doors. As security leads him backstage, he looks around appreciating the space.

The main space is classically beautiful, decked out in black and metallic. The dimmed lights and party lights set the tone of wealth and debauchery. The large stage to the left is already set up with a large screen and chairs for the interviews. The large L shaped bar is back lit with blue lights giving the space a speakeasy vibe. He can also see darkened lounges and other seating spaces lit up with glowing centerpieces. The space is perfect for those awaiting entrance to indulge.

He is led to a plush but minimally decorated lounge behind the stage. There is a small bar in the corner and multiple couches. A server greets him and offers him a drink and a seat. A strong whisky sour is in his hand before his ass hits the couch.

He sips his drink as his bandmates join him. Over the low bass of the music, he can hear the party attendants begin to enter. You can do this, he tells himself, you have done it before.

“You okay?” Vic says, settling in next to him. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay” he says as he sips his drink. “I’ve known you for a long time Ky, I know when you're full of shit” Vic responds, his eyes scanning the room. “It’s obvious what’s bothering you. She’s okay man, sad and confused but okay. I need you not to lose your shit tonight.”

Kylo’s breath hitches at his friend’s honesty. “Don’t” he grumbles as finishes his drink in one gulp. The burn of the alcohol distracted him from the ache in his chest. He sees Vic roll his eyes as turns away from him, taking a sip of his own drink.

The promo video starts. He can hear the crowd’s cheer. He feels like he’s floating already, his mind already fuzzing at the edges. He barely notices Chewie, Phasma, and Hux enter the room. “Alright guys, it’s almost time. Anyone have any questions?” Phasma asks.

He shakes his head along with the others. They have gone over the plan of the night probably a million times. He can probably recite it like a child doing a school project. Another whiskey magically appears in his hand.

“Tallie will come get you all shortly, if you have any issues, please find one of us or notify security” she says as she follows Chewie out of the room. “Is it just me or does Phasma give off Mommy vibes?” Ushar says as he finishes his drink. Kylo shakes his head, laughing along with his mates. He can feel the alcohol loosening him up. He will have to pace himself so he can enjoy tonight.

Tallie comes in shortly after, leading the men to the base of the stage. Her platinum blonde hair glows blue under the hallway lights. Between the crowd, the music and promo video his ears buzz. He shuts his eyes, allowing the energy to flow in and around him.

Taking a big deep breath, he opens his eyes as a bottle of water is thrust into his hand. He looks over to Vic, watching hype himself up. He gives him a smirk, tipping his water bottle at him.

As the video begins to wind down, he can hear the crowd react to Chewie on stage. Kylo squares his shoulders, centering himself. He jumps slightly as hand slaps his shoulder. “Hola Amigo”. His eyes widen as he turns quickly.

"Cassian? What the fuck are you doing here?” he says. Cassian laughs freely, hugging Kylo with one arm. “You know I wouldn’t miss this, my friend” he says “Hux has kept me updated on what has been going on. The album is amazing, you should be proud.”

Kylo stiffens at Cassian’s praise. His heart pounds in his chest as he remembers you saying that to him just last week. Cassian and Hux share a quick look as Cassian slaps Kylo’s shoulder one more time and lets go. “Kylo, if you need anything just let me or Hux know, okay?” he says quietly. Kylo nodes slightly, not trusting his voice. He is filled with guilt and embarrassment that he took Cassian’s kindness for granted.

“The Knights of Ren!” Chewie’s voice boomed overhead, and the crowd cheered. Kylo takes a deep breath, sliding on his rock star persona and follows his mates on stage. Cassian stays where he is watching Kylo lumber away. “He’s had a rough couple days” Hux says, standing next to his longtime partner. Cassian smiles warmly, taking Hux’s hand.

“She must be really something special to affect him this much.” Cassian says, watching the band wave at the crowd. Hux chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “She is a unique talent, and they are good together. Honestly, I'm a little worried about tonight.”

He watches Cassian’s brows rise as he squeezes his hand. “Just keep an eye on him Armitage, if we need to intervene, we will.” “Sounds good Cass" Hux says as he kisses Cassian’s cheek. “See ya out there” Cassian calls as Hux joins the band on the stage.

Kylo feels like he’s drowning as he waves at the crowd. He can barely hear the questions over the crowd noise, but he tries his best as his mates answer questions from some of the biggest journalists in the industry. He rolls his water bottle between his hands, attempting to calm himself as Cardo answers a question.

“Kylo, did your writing process change for this album? From what we have heard it seems a lot more personal” one journalist asks. “My song writing process hasn’t changed much. I draw inspiration from what is going on around me. D’Kar has given us the creative freedom to dive into ideas we couldn’t otherwise do before” he answers, thinking about all the late nights spent with you at the studio. Of you sitting on his lap, sharing sweet kisses as they reviewed vocal edits.

He answers a couple more questions and the band are shepherded back to the back lounge. He beelines to the small bar and orders a Three Wise Men. He slams it down and orders another, his mind swirling with thoughts of you.

Of the way your nose wrinkles as you laugh, the way you squealed in happiness over ramen and fried chicken. He missed the way you challenged him musically and how pliant you were when he fucked you. The ache in his chest flared, making him almost choke on his drink.

He sees the bartender eye him as she makes another drink. “C’mon Ky” Hux says behind him “we still got most of the evening to go, pace yourself.” Kylo scoffs as Hux reaches around him to grab his Gimlet. “Sure man” he says, pushing his empty shot glasses away. He floats back to one of the couches, his fingers itching to text you again.

While he had only texted you three times today, he feels the need to tell you how much this is eating up inside. “Kylo, sit over here” a feminine voice says. He turns his head to see a blonde and brunette sitting on the small sofa. “Come sit with us” the blonde says, fluttering her fake eyelashes. The brunette sits up straighter, pushing out her chest.

He looks around the room again, finally noticing the rest of the men’s dates and a couple others have joined them back here. There are a variety of drinks and drugs on the large glass table. Rae is on Kurak’s lap, his hands gripping her ass. Cardo is entertaining that Latina again. Vic is sharing a blunt with a beautiful Asian woman. He looks at the women again.

Before you, he would’ve been over with them in a heartbeat. He would’ve had one or both by the end of the night. But now, now he can’t. He can appreciate their beauty, but his heart and mind are taken by another who doesn’t want anything to do with him right now.

“Sorry ladies, but I have to follow up with something. Trudgen, would you entertain these ladies for me?” he says as Trudgen passes by. Trudgen looks up from his phone and looks from Kylo to the waiting women. He smiles boyishly, slaps Kylo on the shoulder and saunters over. He nods at his bandmate and turns to find a quieter spot.

Tallie sticks her head in again. “Alright guys, stage is set.” He hears a couple of his mates groan but this is the part of the night he has been most looking forward to. He wants to get lost in the music and stop fucking thinking. He grabs a random drink off the table and chugs it. Vodka, gross. He grimaces at the taste as he follows his mates back to the stage.

He tunes the sparkly black Gibson as the rest of them prep. He subconsciously strums the opening chords to Everlong to test the tuning. “The is such a classic song bro, fucking love it” Kurak says as he straps on his guitar. His long hair is a mess, and his shirt is buttoned unevenly. “It is” he smirks, trying to push down another pain in his chest. “Dude, you looked wrecked” Vic calls over. Kurak laughs loudly as he fixes his hair “Well worth it when you’re in love.”

Kylo snorts loudly as he pulls the guitar strap over his head. “Yeah sure” he says sarcastically. The day Kurak falls in love will be the same day hell freezes over. “With Rae? Really?” he hears Cardo ask. Kylo closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing.

He has played Miracle and Never Giving Up a million times, it’s muscle memory now. But he tells himself he must play the best he can tonight, because you will see it. He wants you to be able to watch it and give the same dumb struck look you gave him all those months ago.

As they are introduced again, he schools his features again as he ascends the stage. The whole crowd is now standing around the stage. People cheering and cameras clicking. The lights are further dimmed, focused only on the stage.

He can feel the excited energy. It gives him something to focus on. As the opening music floats through the speakers, the crowd screams. He smirks as he and Ushar hit the first notes, feeling himself fall into the music.

They end up playing more than just the two planned songs. They play Battered and one of their older hits, Wolves. It felt good to perform. To get out of his mind for a bit. As the set ended, they were escorted out into the main space. He surveyed the room as he put his suit jacket back on.

The bar is packed, servers roam around the periphery serving the lounges. People are dancing to a mix of their songs and other D’Kar artists. He sees Phasma in one of the lounges smoking a cigar as she laughs with a large red-headed man. Good for her, he thinks as he fights through the crowd towards the bar.

“Kylo!” “Kylo!” he hears around him. He gives a tight smile and waves. He knows these will be up on every social media site by morning. He is intercepted by a server who asks what he wants. Two Three Wise Mens and Tequila Old Fashioned. She smiles at his choices and tells him she will be right back.

“Well well look who it is” a smoky low voice comes from the crowd next to him. He doesn’t need to look because he already knows how it is. “Jessica” he acknowledges, thanking the server promptly as she returns with his drinks. He takes the first shot and finally turns to face the woman.

She doesn’t look much different from the last time he saw her – same long blonde hair, heavy makeup and wrapped up in a revealing bodycon dress. She twirls her hair around her finger as she gives him a sultry look. “Looks like not much has changed” she says, eyeing his drinks. He grunts as he takes the other shot.

He doesn’t want to speak to her. She brings up too many bad memories. He knew even back then fucking her was a mistake. As he tries to walk past her, she puts one of her talon tipped hands on his chest. “Hmmm, bigger” she slurs lowly as her hand meanders his chest. She gets closer. He can smell the alcohol on her breath and see the white powder residue rimming her nose. Not much has changed for her either.

He hears a couple cameras click over the drone of the crowd. Even though he is well on his way to being drunk, he knows that staying here in this situation is not good. He pushes her hand off him as he steps away. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Go away Jessica, no one wants you here” he says as he brushes past her. He takes a sip of his drink.

The music seems to be louder, people closer. He shakes his head, trying to clear the persistent fuzzy feeling. He sees Cardo sitting with a couple people he thinks he recognizes. He pushes through the crowd to join them. “Hey bro” Cardo slurs, making room for him. Kylo nods silently. “You want some?” one of the guys says pointing to prepared lines of white powder. “Nah bro, got my own type of poison right here” Kylo says as he takes another drink.

He's not sure how long he sits there, watching Cardo and his friends get high. He looks down at his glass, realizing it’s empty. He stands up and is hit with dizziness. He shakes it off as he heads back to the bar. The music has become heavier.

The dance crowd has grown. All he can see is bodies writhing to the beat. His drunk brain floats to the last time he fucked you. How you rode him like a fucking goddess. He had came so hard that he almost passed out. He remembers you holding his head to your breast, humming melodies as you ran your fingers through his hair as he came down.

He shakes his head again as the ache in his chest flares. He should be having the fucking time of his life right now with you by his side. Able to give you sweet kisses when no one was looking and laughing at the ridiculous questions he’s been bombarded with all night.

He could picture you in a shift dress and hair curled, dirty martini in hand as you stood next to him. He could almost hear you talking about all the little details sprinkled throughout the album. But you’re not. He’s miserable, alone and drunk.

“Kylo?” a voice says. He groans, rubbing his hands down his face as he turns around. A short haired woman stands before him with two Collins glasses. He racks his brain to remember who she is.

She must see the look on his face because she laughs loudly. “Guess you don’t remember me? Jyn Erso from Entertainment Tonight. We’ve met on a couple of occasions.” Suddenly it clicks. She did one of extensive post-Grammy interviews with the group. “Oh yeah I remember you now” he says. “Looks like you need to sit down Kylo. Care to join me?” she says pointing her elbow to an empty booth. “Why not” he says as she hands him one of her drinks.

He slips into the booth as Jyn takes a drink. “This party is pretty crazy” she says as she eyes the dance floor. “Yeah it is” he responds, savoring the citrusy alcohol. “You guys should be proud, the single and the album are great. I have no doubts award talk will be starting soon” she says. She’s not wrong, he thinks as he hums in agreement. “So, how’s working with D’Kar compared with First Order? You said earlier you have a lot more creative freedom” she asks.

You should stop this, the sober part of his brain yells, but the inebriated side doesn’t listen. “D’Kar is set up completely different from First Order. We have the freedom to write what we want and experiment with different styles and genres. We were pigeon-holed there. I never realized it until we left” he said, taking another sip.

“Interesting. I can tell based on what I’ve heard from the album it seems the songs come from a more intimate place. Less angry and more soulful. What caused the change?” she questions as she looks at him.

“Well, it wasn’t just me writing. Vic and I co-wrote a lot of the songs. But we couldn’t have done anything with our lead sound director, Y/N. She helped us focus our ideas and helped us develop the album. You can ask any of my brand mates and they will agree. She’s truly an amazing person. She helped me write and develop Miracle into what it is” he babbles. If he was sober, he would’ve noticed the look on Jyn’s face. It’s the look that she just hooked the biggest morsel of news this side of KISS’s farewell tour announcement.

“Really? Wow! Is she here? Are you two just professional partners or…” “Miss Erso” Hux growled; his green eyes glued on the petite journalist. “Oh Mr. Hux, didn’t see you there. I was just having a talk with Kylo…” she says eyes widen as she watches Hux get even more irritated. “As you know Miss Erso, you cannot do interviews outside of the scheduled time frame. Anything my client has said during this is considered off the record” he says as he glared at her.

Kylo looks back and forth between Jyn and Hux and back to his empty glass. His head swims. What did he say that got Hux so angry? “C’mon Kylo” he hears Hux say as a hand grips his shoulder.

He looks up to see Cassian gripping his shoulder glaring at her. “We will be in touch, Miss Erso” Cassian said ominously. Kylo staggers out of his seat and is led back to the back lounge by the two men and a couple of the security officers.

Kylo, not able to stay upright any longer, crumples onto the closest couch. His head hits the hard armrest, groaning at the pain. Through blurry eyes he can see Hux and Cassian talking, his ears not fully cooperating. He shuts his eyes to keep the room from spinning.

“Fuck!” Hux yells, pulling at his hair. “Armie, it’s okay. Let’s just get him home safely and then we will deal with this” Cassian says, rubbing his partner’s back. “Ugh by the time we get to do any damage control, Jyn would have blabbed it to anyone with ears. It’s probably on social media by now” Hux says, shaking his head. “I know but we gotta do this right by him and Y/N” Cassian says nodding towards a passed out Kylo.

“You’re right, you always are” Hux grumbled as he reached for his phone. “I’ll talk to Chewie so they can plan on their end. You okay with getting him home?” Cassian nods as he walks towards Kylo. “Can you send me his address mi amor?” he says as he goes through Kylo’s pockets.

He finds his phone and pockets it for safekeeping. As Hux furiously types on his phone, Cassian sticks his head out the door to the waiting security. “Can you pull the KOR limo around please?”

The limo arrives shortly at the back entrance. It takes two security guards to load Kylo in. They join Cassian for the ride. Cassian reminds himself to make sure to tip them extra for their time. He looks over at Kylo as the limo turns onto the freeway. He really does look like shit.

He clears his throat as he pulls out Kylo’s phone. He turns on the phone and clicks in the password Hux gave him earlier. The screen changes from a black and white picture of a Fender guitar to an adorable selfie style photo of Kylo and a young woman.

She’s laughing, eyes crinkled as he kisses her check. This must be Y/N. She’s cute, he thinks as clicks into his texts. He scans briefly and confirms Hux’s story. You haven’t responded to the over fifty messages the poor man across from him had sent.

He looks over at Kylo, now fully understanding the situation at hand. He looks down at Kylo’s phone one more time, putting his number in and adding Y/N’s to his own. He puts a reminder in his calendar to reach out to you tomorrow.

He puts both on standby and puts them back in his pocket. He smiles to himself as he formulates a plan. He would have to run it by Armitage and the D’Kar execs but if everyone agrees, he feels it would be the best course of action. But these two lovebirds need to work out their issues first.

Bring on the party aka shit show... 💔

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