adult sleepover!!!!

you know what i dont understand?? 

why dont adults have sleepovers or spoon with their platonic friends or hang out until sunrise?? when are you supposed to stop putting your head in a random friends lap and telling them to play with your hair?? when do we stop going to the grocery store together and spending the night at each others places and crowding as many of our friends onto our beds as possible so we can snuggle and gossip?

i dont want a house in the suburbs i want an place in the city with a bunch of my pals and dogs where we hang out in the kitchen and dogpile on the couch if one of us is sad

A Moment in Time [Rucas Adult AU] - Chapter Six

A Moment in Time

Synopsis: Riley Matthews needs to get out of New York, after her parents advised her to go to her great grandmother’s house in Texas she’s on the first plane to the Lone Star State. Lucas Friar is a single father trying to live up to his family’s legacy but he knows he’s overworking himself to please his mother. The moment the two of them meet they realize what they had been missing all along, but family and their past will threaten their relationship.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, I have to write 2 papers and a presentation before Wednesday, and I’ve been swamped, I’m a grad student so papers are graded differently than undergrad. I do have ideas for the next chapter so I’m going to work on it while I attempt to work on my papers. The semester ends on Thursday so after that I’ll be completely free to write to my hearts content. 

P.S. - Lots of drama in this chapter….. just to warn you.

P.P.S. - Next chapter preview in the tags

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Soft Hair and Single - Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Summary: You go for a drink with Jensen and JJ after school, and Jensen divulges into his past with Danneel

Words: 1,213

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none (disgusting, tooth-rotting fluff)

A/N: one of my original issues with writing RPF is that I don’t like it when Danneel/Gen are made out to be bad people… so this isn’t like that…

Your name: submit What is this?

“Daddy said that you had pizza with olives on it,” Justice told you on Tuesday morning, after undoubtedly pestering all night for him to tell her how it went, “Why would you ruin a pizza with olives?”

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Swinging Lifestyle

100 ways you know you’re a Swinger!
;) ;) ;)
1. You are wearing wristbands in most of your vacation photos.
2. Half of the numbers on your cell phone are listed only by screen names.
3. You are running out of reasons to tell your coworkers why you can’t go out with them this weekend.
4. You have over 50,000 frequent flyer miles on Air Jamaica.
5. You know most of your friends’ by their first names (Rich & Jen, Frank & Beth) but you don’t know their last names.
6. You have more lingerie than a hooker.
7. You had already seen pictures of your friends naked before you ever met them in person.
8. You position the computer screen in such a way your children can’t sneak up on you.
9. You can’t remember the last time you had pubic hair.
10. Before traveling somewhere, you look up couples in that area.
11. You worry about explaining to the neighbors why 10 couples show up on a Saturday night carrying over night bags and don’t leave until Sunday afternoon.
12. Your spouse asks you if you want to have sex, and your first thought is”With who?”
13. Your gynecologist wonders why you’re asking for birth control when he knows that your husband has had a vasectomy.
14. Your hot tub has never had a bathing suit worn in it.
15. Your sex toy collection costs more than your china set.
16. Your wife has a shirt that says: “I Like Girls Too.”
17. You have a stripper’s pole in the middle of your den.
18. You giggle at the golf course when someone asks if they can join you for a foursome.
19. The last thing you typically do at a party is search for your wife’s thong.
20. You’ve hugged your friends goodnight while naked.
21. You hear the word “Playmate” and your first thought is NOT “Playboy”
22. The word “slut” has become a term of endearment.
23. You remember to bring lube before you remember to bring lipstick.
24. Your choice in new carpeting is heavily based on which type won’t give you rug burns.
25. You’ve taken your Liberator with you to a dinner party.
26. The term Vanilla isn’t just a flavor to you.
27. You bet your wife who can score first with that cute girl.
28. You are constantly encouraging your kids to spend the weekend at friends’ houses.
29. You don’t think twice about wearing a short skirt, high heels and fishnets when it’s freezing outside.
30. Your wedding reception has an after party.
31. You get dressed for a party and don’t worry about comfort because your clothes won’t be on for very long.
32. You panic when your friend’s digital camera goes missing.
33. You’ve invited friends over and watched porn.
34. You’ve invited friends over and made porn.
35. You’ve watched someone do a tequila shot off of your wife’s breasts.
36. Your friends know what brand of condom you prefer.
37. You wake up in the morning and find that half of the cloths on the floor don’t fit you or your wife.
38. Your kids think it’s normal for adults to have sleepovers.
39. A hot tub is considered a necessity not a luxury.
40. You believe in Unicorns… Because you’ve actually ridden one.
41. You leave the kids at home when you go to the toy store.
42. You take photos of yourself with your head out of the frames, on purpose.
43. You can’t decide which of your three naughty schoolgirl outfits you should wear tonight.
44. You always keep a supply of condoms, lube and clean hand towels by your bed… And your guest bed… And your couch in the living room.
45. Every day is “Hump Day”, not just Wednesday.
46. You frequently use the term “Friends of friends” when explaining how you know certain people.
47. You know which of your outfits looks best under a black light.
48. You have an entire closet devoted just to themed outfits.
49. You place a ad that reads: “Wanted: Reliable babysitter who is willing to stay till sunrise and doesn’t ask any questions.”
50. You choose furniture based on which best repels semen stains.
51. The staffs at Hedo and Desire send you birthday cards.
52. You come home with that, “There’s Something About Mary” hairstyle.
53. The babysitter wonders why you are always already wearing your full-length coat when she arrives, even in summer.
54. In the gym shower you’re the only guy with shaved balls.
55. You know the most flattering angle at which to photograph your genitals.
56. All of your vacation photos were taken inside your hotel room.
57. You have free places to stay in almost all the fifty states and several cities in Europe.
58. You’ve ended e-mails with “Bi-Bi”.
59. You can expertly identify the differences between every type of breast implants.
60. On Christmas, there are certain presents that can’t be opened in front of your family.
61. You know exactly which of your friends are allergic to latex.
62. Your vanilla friends ask why they are never invited to your parties.
63. The movie “Swingers” was a huge disappointment to you.
64. It’s an unwritten law that you can’t call any of your friends on Saturday or Sunday until at least 3 p.m. so you don’t wake them up.
65. You’ve become especially good at operating your digital camera with one hand.
66. You actually installed a lock on a bedroom closet door that holds your sex-swing and other fun stuff.
67. You’re constantly afraid that visiting relatives will turn on one of your home videos you forgot to hide.
68. You make bets about how long it will take to “convert” your vanilla friend.
69. You’re in a public place and you swear you hear someone shout your screen name.
70. Before introducing them to your visiting family, you pull your friends aside and decide …” Here’s how we know each other…”
71. You start having withdrawals if the swinger’s web site is down.
72. When someone asks where you’re staying on your trip to Cancun, you pretend that you can’t remember the name of the resort.
73. You ask a guy to teach you “That thing you do with your fingers that my wife enjoys so much.”
74. In the middle of sex with your spouse, you ask someone else to take over for a minute while you go to the restroom.
75. You are more concerned about a pimple on your privates than on your face.
76. You come back from vacation and you have a tan, but no tan lines.
77. The first thing you do checking into a hotel is to ask for a lot of extra towels.
78. All the men bring their wives to your bachelor party.
79. Making it an early night means getting home before 3 a.m.
80. You’ve handed out business cards that have nothing to do with your occupation.
81. Your sexual fantasies never last very long… Because they keep coming true!
82. You are hanging around vanilla friends and you absentmindedly squeeze their butts.
83. You erase your computer’s browser history and cache every time you leave your office.
84. You buy lap dances for your wife… And vice versa.
85. You own a double-headed dildo.
86. You’re still smiling on Monday morning about something you did on Saturday night.
87. You’re at the market, and the only things in your basket are condoms, lube and Red Bull.
88. On vacation you set aside time to take pictures that are actually acceptable to show to your family.
89. After 25 years, people still ask if you’re newlyweds.
90. You’ve had sex with more people since you’ve been married than you did when you were single.
91. Going to vanilla bars ranks right up there with a root canal.
92. The only time you go out with your vanilla friends is when you’re on your period.
93. Your husband has lipstick on his collar and he smells like another woman’s perfume and it brings a smile to your face.
94. On Monday morning you are glad to go back to work so you can get some rest.
95. You tell your friends not to call while your parents are in town.
96. You never make it to the drive-thru before they quit serving breakfast, on your way home.
97. You have an entire external hard-drive devoted to nothing but your party photos.
98. You spouse is having an orgasm, while you are busy in the other room discussing the stock market.
99. You spent twice as long on your profile than you did on your resume.
100. You laughed out loud at 25 or more of these

snuggles for the charlatan

a/n: I’ve just finished up the Reyes romance with my Nate Ryder, just in time for Reyes week! I know there’s daily prompts but I don’t know what they are, and this idea just came to me and I had to get it written. Some fluffy Reyder goodness, and I hope I did okay my first time writing the pairing!

“Uh… where do you sleep?”

Nate Ryder didn’t realize how odd the question was - or that he even needed to ask it in the first place - until it flew out of his mouth. People had to sleep somewhere. Hell, they’d all slept for six-hundred years in cryo pods, and he knew that there were bunks on the Tempest, and apartments and the like on the Nexus and well established outposts. Even Kadara Port had to have beds. But he figured that asking where someone rested their head at night was a nice thing to get to know about a person he was interested in.

Reyes stopped dabbing the cut on Nate’s forehead and furrowed his brows. “What?”

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Bert and Ernie

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatienceElephant JokesCooking Rickety Tables … Mr. Skimmer


Scully and Skinner disappeared after dessert, back to the nightmarish remains of building and worker.

Two days later, she finally trudged home for good, her allotment of victims taken care of, investigated, tagged, identified and tucked away for near-future funerals, which she blocked from her mind, already near collapse at the weight of responsibility towards them. She’d been the last to see them in their original state, macabre in extremis, with each name burned permanently into her soul.

If she didn’t hug someone soon, there was a very good chance she’d turn atheist and curl up under the covers forever.

Pulling up to the house, she found the yard full of family, travelers returned, children ecstatic. Glad she hadn’t missed anything, she joined in, quietly ignoring the one question Charlie asked about how she was. He took the hint and hugged her tight, “I’m sorry for everything.”

She skirted over this as well, immediately asking how the trip was and if he saw any icebergs.

They stayed another hour or so, a darkly toned jovial atmosphere hovering over the group, the adults listening carefully to the littles descriptions, hearing fear but not terror, Mulder telling the parents to call him if they stopped eating or got too quiet or anything out of the ordinary started.

The goodbyes when they finally departed were tearful for everyone, Mulder included, who had to take a good long deep breath once everyone packed themselves in cars and vans. Dave returned, hand out for a final shake, then, hands in pockets, looked Mulder square in the eye, “you kept my kids safe and I owe you the world for that. Dana told me you feel guilty because you took them in the first place but know that none of us, I promise you, blame you in the least. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time but you got them home.”

Scully reached for Mulder’s hand as Dave turned to go, yelling over his shoulder they’d all be back for Sunday dinner the next day. Bringing her cool fingers to his lips, he whispered to her as the vehicles drove away, “I’m going to miss them.”

“We’ll see them tomorrow.”

Shaking his head against her knuckles, “not the same.”

Wrapping her other hand around their joined ones, she brought them all to her level, hugging them to her chest, “I know.”

Mulder twirled her lightly around, capturing rotating Scully in stationary arms, enveloping her in comfort she’d craved for the last week. Once he’d touched her long enough he pulled back, keeping her in the circle of his arms, asking quietly, “have they found out anything?”

He immediately felt at least 675 of her muscles tighten and tense, a sign he really should have kept his damn mouth shut but without anger, she answered him softly, “can you ask again tomorrow?”

“How about I just let you tell me when you’re ready?”

Forehead dropping to his chest, he felt her nod and it was enough.


Maggie, per Mulder’s request and her agreeable compliance, rolled herself down to Betty’s house soon after the group reduced to three. Scully looked at her mother, “um, where are you going?”

“Saturday night card party at Betty’s then an adult sleepover. We haven’t done a Thursday one in a few weeks and we are all feeling the need for some gossip and punch.”

Wondering at the collusion between Mulder and mother, “and we are not invited because …”

Mulder fielded this one, “because I wanted a night for us. Don’t question me and my tactics, woman. Your mother is finally out of our hair for an evening and I’m taking advantage of it.” Winking at Maggie, “I adore you, Maggie but go away.”

Maggie laughed, “yes, Fox.”

They watched her go before Scully turned to her partner, “I wish you’d asked me though … I really just want to sleep for the next two days after the longest bath in existence.”

Slight smile in her direction, easy demeanor telling her volumes, “I don’t have any plans for tonight. I just wanted to get everybody out to give you some peace. We can sleep or eat or swing in the hammock or make popcorn and watch terrible movies or … oh … you have no idea what the kids and I have been doing the last two days.” Pulling Scully into the house, he left her standing there while he retrieved a photo album, then presented it to her, “we developed all the pictures from our vacation and we organized them and magicked them and used pens to write down where we were and when we were and how much Vicodin I’d had that day. It was a treat for all parties concerned.”

Not sure how that would couple with crying her eyes out, she took the book, then tucked it under her arm, “come upstairs with me and once I finish my bath, we’ll see if have the strength to turn pages.”

Truly understanding her, he put his hand on her hip as she led them upstairs, deep bathtub waiting, “just a suggestion. No rush, although I have to warn you, there’s an entire section dedicated to candids of you drooling on things.”


‘I’ changed to ‘we’ when Mulder went in to give her some clean towels and found her staring at the bathtub, full and steamy, completely clothed, eyes glassy. Shutting the door behind him, he reached for her shoulder, tugging lightly on the hem of her shirt, “need some company?”

Voice tired and cracky, her ‘yes, please’ came out low, prompting Mulder to gently pull her shirt over her head, remove her bra and drop her pants, concern outweighing desire. Shedding his own items quickly, he held her hand as she sunk into the water, then climbed in across from her, water dangerously close to overflow. Reaching behind him, he reduced the water level to safe amounts, then, in silence, washed her head to toe, gentle glides and soapy slides, never pushing, never stepping over bounds set by exhaustion and circumstance. Finishing her, he did his own quick cleanup, then, rinsing both one handful of water at a time, he wrapped warm palm around wet knee, “ready for bed?”

He expected her eyes to be half-shut, muscles like butter but instead he saw anxiety still floating, tightness still pulling, “I don’t know.”

Pulling the plug, he stood, palming water from himself, then helping her stand, doing the same to her, “how about we go find pajamas, then I’ll make you dinner and then we’ll go from there? No plans past mac and cheese.”

This much she could handle and sooner than later, she was ensconced in threadbare cutoff sweats and a yellow Bert and Ernie shirt, Mulder having had the privilege of helping her dress, one effortless piece of cotton at a time. Once dressed, she looked at him, life behind her eyes, at least a glimmer of it, “what was that about Mac and Cheese?”


They ate on the bed, side by side, twin mattress forcing them close, which, in boths opinion, was perfectly fine. There wasn’t much talking, chewing taking precedence before Scully accidently slipped into a life-returning coma with a mouthful of noodles. Clearing the dishes, Mulder returned upstairs to find her curled on her side of the bed, if you could call a foot and a half ‘her side’, staring at the door, waiting for him.

He loved that.

Turning off the light, drawing the curtains against the late evening setting sun, he carefully slid in beside her, covers at their feet, sharing the space of two pillows squished to one and a half, “it’s too quiet.”

“Missing the littles?”

“More than I imagined I would.”

Shutting her eyes, she drifted her hand to his cheek, back against jawline, fingers lightly splayed across his ear, “I think we should steal them for a weekend, take them to the beach.”


“Sure. We know a great spot with a small but perfect little cottage.”

And he smiled to himself as they both drifted off.

The Hand in the Hair Habit II

A/N: Sorry I’ve not been active, but I bet you’re tired of hearing that from me so here- instead, have a habit:

She tells me I do this thing…

I never realised I did it until she said something. It was after she first mentioned it to me though that I noticed she has her own version of this thing. Her hands are small and delicate with strong and nimble fingers that are God’s gift to neurosurgery. I’ve felt her hands’ strength alongside their gentle touch. Sometimes they’re used to comfort, sometimes they can be inappropriate and mischievous, I definitely know their capabilities for pleasure, other times they can inflict pain. Small, delicate, inappropriate and strong: a summary of my wife, ladies and gentlemen.

She does this thing…

I remember telling Amelia that Megan was still alive. That day, the day that two officers had come to our front door and said the words I’d been wishing for since I lost her. That day I should not have gone to work, I should have known my limits, but I needed anything to take my mind off the high-pitched ringing in my ears. That day I should not have pushed away the thankful mother of a baby I saved and should not have rudely walked away in a near-PTSD episode.

Amelia was the one to find me, my fists digging into an exam bed’s mattress, kneading out the panic and fear rising in my chest. She said nothing and waited. I knew that look- she wasn’t leaving. I told her about the officers, about how they’d found Megan, and I couldn’t say the last bit. It was the bit that was haunting my every thought that day. She was saying something about finding peace and I wanted to cut her off but the words wouldn’t come. Then she stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt her hand stroke my hair. It was the first time that day that I felt myself able to breathe enough to say the words, “She’s alive.”

She drove me back to Meredith’s house, took care of me and handled the situation perfectly. She was perfect- something in the past we had agreed we definitely were not. Amelia, through Teddy, confirmed that it was Megan and I suddenly broke down. As I collapsed into her arms, it was her hand in my hair that encouraged me to cry harder and cling on tighter. By the end of the night, I was dehydrated and exhausted and she ordered me to lie down with my head on her lap. Her hand played with my hair and lulled my reluctant eyelids to close. She was my hero that day.

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Serendipity //Gang!Au Pt.2

Serendipity Preview//Gang!AU

Group & Member : Jimin of BTS

Genre: GANG!AU Angst, Fluff, Tragedy, Romance, Smut/Eventual, Interracial, TRIGGER WARNING

Warnings: Mentions of Racism, Mentions of rape and self harm. Mentions of girl on girl. Mentions of death. Mentions of kidnapping. mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut.


Pairings: Jimin and OC

Summary: Gang member Jimin falls in love with a girl from a fucked up side of the tracks who happens to be on a mission. But he’s not such a good boy either, is he? He just wants to love her. To protect her. even if other people and his profession have something to say about it.

AN: Ft, B.A.P and a little Black Pink. Not really in depth with them, though.

Serendipity: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

A/N: Again, thank you guys so much for such the positive feedback. I’ll get around to the requests you put in ASAP. I thought you guys would appreciate this really long chapter. hmmm. 

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A/N: It’s time to start introducing playlists and stuff. I’m so very happy with where this is going. You can also find these songs on this tumblr. But the best songs for this chapter are:

Lean on: Major Lazer
Shape of you: Ed Sheeran
Ko Ko Bop: Exo
Wild Thoughts: RihannaRake it up: Yo Gotti Ft. Nicki Minaj 

‘’Wake up! Wake up!’’ a tiny little girl pulled a large pillow over her head and smacked her sister on top in what she probably thought was a really harsh way. ‘’Tazzie! Get up!’’ she whined. She had been trying in her mind for what seemed like forever. Finally she smiled when she saw movement. And then frowned when she watched her older sister pull her pillow over her head. ‘’No, No, No!’’ she wailed and jumped on top of her sister ‘’get uppie uppie uppie!’’ she cried. She laid there for a while. Angry, confused and feeling so alone in the world.

 Her ears perked up a little when she heard the front door to their cozy apartment open. ‘’Helloooo!’’ called a voice. And the little girl smiled and slid off the larger bed and towards the front door. ‘’Auntie Lisa!’’ The little one ran into the blonde girl’s arms and was easily scooped up. ‘’My wittle Momo! Hi baby girl. Where’s your sister?’’ she asked setting her large bag down and looking around for her friend. ‘’Sissy is lazy and won’t get up. Even on a day as important as this.’’ she sniffed. ‘’I even made her a really nice drawing.’’ she said. Lisa put the little girl down and pulled out the box of cupcakes from one of her bags.

 ‘’Well let’s go make her get up so we can give her the drawing. Yes?’’ she asked. She took the small girl into the kitchen and let her get up on the cute pale pink stool with all the lady bugs on them. She took out one yellowish cupcake and put a mint green and pink candle in it and lit it. She looked at Momo and walked with her to the bedroom whilst singing happy birthday very loudly. When the blob in the bed didn’t move, Lisa set the cupcake down. ‘’Bitch. I know you heard me. Get your little ass up and greet me!’’ The other girl finally let out a drawn out groan and sat up. Her curls were sticking up everywhere and she looked so done with her friend. Lalisa Manoban you literally-’’‘’Didn’t have to do this, you say that every year and every year I make a mental note to do something bigger and better.’’ 

she watched her friend blow out her candle and take a small bite. ‘’My favorite.’’ she sighed happily and Lisa smiled proudly. ‘’I know.’’ Momo’s little feet could be heard coming down the hall and she waved a large paper proudly in her hands as she flopped back on the bed.and handed her the picture of a rainbow colored blob. ‘’To brighten your day.’’ she said rather proud of herself. Tazanna brought a good smile on her face and dramatically smiled.

 ‘’Oh my goodness! They just get better every year! Thank you, Momo-chan.’’ she said and accepted a hug from the smaller girl. She watched as the little girl exited the room. Lisa waited before stating, ‘’I’ve got a goodie bag.’’  Tazanna fell back and watched her friend with caution. 

‘’Please don’t tell me you and Jisoo are throwing me some kind of passion party.’’ she begged. And Lisa rolled her eyes. ‘’Baby cakes, I am the passion party. And no. we’re just going to have a sort of adult sleepover. It’s your biirthday, you’re not a baby anymore! You’re finally 21!’’ ‘’Um..In Korean years.’’ she corrected.

 ‘’And Technically it’s 22. I’m only 20.’’ ‘’Right.’’ said Lisa making a pouty face. ‘’Still a baby.’’ She made herself comfortable.‘’I’m taking you to a club tonight.’’ Lisa spit it out like she was spilling nuclear launch codes on accident. But she didn’t look guilty. That was her problem. ‘’No.’’ was the automatic answer when Tazanna finally got up. ‘’I’m not asking.’’ She said. ‘’We’re going to dye my hair that nice pumpkin orange color I’ve been eyeing. And Jackson and Jb got a booth.’’ Tazanna’s face fell.‘’Jb? Gang banger Jb?’’‘’Don’t you want a man to keep you safe. He’s sugar daddy material, too. Heard he got you a gift.’’ 

she winked and stood. ‘’Please, for me! And then we can have an adult slumber party complete with drinks and truth or dare. Orrr maybe, you’ll get laid and bring home a hot piece of ass.’’ Tazanna couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’Fine. You’re a bad influence on me, you know.’’ she said. And Lisa smiled. ‘’But you love me.’’  she said with a smile and Tazanna rolled her eyes again. ‘What am I going to do with you?’’ she asked casually and Lisa replied. ‘’Well right now you’re going to dye my hair.’’ she went towards the front to grab her bags.

 ‘’I didn’t even get a babysitter for Momo.’’ she tried to argue and Lisa raised an eyebrow that caused the other to groan.’’ You already handled it, didn’t you?’’‘’You know me so well.’’ she giggled. ‘’And I know you hid all of those Sexy thot outfits in the very back of your closet but I’m going to be your very own coal miner and dig them up for you, alright?’’ Tazanna stared at her friend in disbelief and begin casually taking out her hair dye to mix it.

 ‘’Hurry up. I’ve got the crew coming over for a little pregame. Adult sleepover, remember?’’ she didn’t even back a pretty eyelash at her friend as she began pouring the orange liquid into the dye bowl.‘’Hurry up and get Momo’s bag together, we don’t want Baby to wait.’’ Tazanna’s voice dropped in shock.‘’Bambam’s little sister?’’ she asked. ‘’How did you even?-’’ Lisa held up her hand to interrupt her.‘’She’s doing BamBam a solid. Don’t worry.’’ She wasn’t buying it. And soon she was glaring down the other girl while listening for her little sister in the room. ‘’…You and BamBam threatened her, didn’t you?’’ She asked with a black face.

‘’Yeah. We threatened her.’’


‘’I’m just thankful Momo was asleep when Baby finally came. She’s going to be so mad at me when she wakes up.’’ Lisa sat on the bed with products laid out. Hair products, make up. The whole shebang. She waited eagerly for her friend to dry off and come out of the bathroom. Tazanna stepped out with her hair in a large bun and frowned. ‘’Why do I feel like you’re about to go full on psycho on me?’’ she asked reaching over to grab some underwear out of her drawer. ‘’Because you know me so we- Oh my god that ass!’’ Lisa squealed as she reached over to smack her friend’s bare bottom with a laugh, causing her friend to shriek.

‘’If no one else wants to bring you back tonight, I will.’’ she joked and turned on the straighter, Tazanna’s cocoa skin burned and she began to dress herself.

Pleased, Lisa smiled again. ‘’Ooh, Even shaved the pum pum, huh?’’ ‘’Lisa, please never in your life say that, again. You’ve been hanging around Jackson too much.’’ She glanced over to the bed while sorting out a bra and flushed in horror at her outfit choice. ‘’Lisa what the hell is that?’’ she asked reached over to pick up the scanty shirt she had picked out. Lisa looked innocent at she looked up. ‘’That was last years birthday gift to you. Remember? You didn’t even open the box.’’ Tazanna groaned inwardly. Now, it wasn’t like she didn’t get out and live a little. But she had to be a party pooper sometimes. She was saving her inheritance by working and going to school, and she was the only one left to take care of her little sister. So yeah, she was the mom friend in the group. Lisa’s eyes darkened and suddenly resembled an evil godmother.

‘’You’re going to wear it, you’re going to let me do your make up. And you’re going to have fun tonight.’’ she wasn’t asking. And she wasn’t begging. She was glaring dead at her little friend with the intent of murder. ‘’And most importantly, you’re going to twerk that ass for a real one a.k.a me. Now put that sexy ass outfit on and sit down so I can tame that mane.’’ and without another word, Tazanna did as she was told. ‘’Good baby bird.’’ she praised, her innocent friendly smile returning back on her face.
Both girls jumped at the sound of the heavy handed knock at the door. Lisa handed Tazanna the dark red lip stain and told her to put in on as she went to open the door. ‘’I’m coming, losers! Stop knocking like you’re the police.’’ she yelled jokingly.

Tazanna looked up at herself in the mirror. She looked more like her mother. Well, what her mother probably looked like in her prime. She ran the dark stick over her plump lips and smiled a little at herself. ‘’I guess I do look kind of good.’’ she said standing up, her living room was being filled with voices she recognized. There was Sorn, her voice like velvet and she looked right out of a romantic vampire novel, the good kind. And Bambam who had apparently already been drinking. Or maybe he was high. 

‘’Hey, don’t blame me for being late. Bambam couldn’t decide what shoes to wear.’’ she laughed and lit up, which was a big saying for her as Tazanna entered the room. ‘’There’s our baby.’’ she said with a smile and held up a bag, there were baby pink bats all over it, typical Sorn.

‘’You didn’t have to.’’ She said, mocking Tazanna and setting the bag on the counter. ‘’I know I know, but you’ll love it. You love my drinks every year.’’ Jackson laughed and started pulling the drinks out of a large brown bag. ‘’Alright, everyone. Take out your cab fare share and hand it all to Lisa.’’ he said, trying so hard to sound responsible. ‘’W-woah, not you, Taz. you’re the birthday girl.’’ Tazanna frowned.

 She hated being treated like a baby and really hated handouts even more. But she grit her teeth and accepted in silence. She really didn’t feel like being ganged up on. ‘’I prerolled.’’ Said Bambam taking out a bag from his front pocket and smiling as he head to the kitchen. ‘’I know it’s probably been awhile since you’ve smoked.’’ he winked. ‘’It’s okay though, I like good girls.’’ Jackson pretended to gag and started pulling out cups to pour the beer in. ‘’No, BamBam, you like corrupting good girls. And If Jb finds out you’re trying to move up on her, he’ll kill you.’’ Sorn pretended to sip tea with a screwed up face.


Tazanna shook her head and took a glass from Jackson. ‘’No. No one is moving up on me, I’ve been rejecting Jb since like… I moved here.’’ she drank a little and raised an eyebrow. ‘’ Where is he, anyways?’’Jaebum, Im Jaebum. She had met him a long time ago. She knew a lot about him. She knew he grew up in pretty much the same situation she did. Though a lot more fortunate. And the fact that he was still his parents’ pillow pince to get around. Everyone knew his father took part in the illegal drug trade and used fear to get what he wanted while his mom sat at home like the perfect housewife, like her mom once had.

‘’He’s meeting us there with Mark.’’ Said Jackson dealing out the drinks. ‘’Cheers to the birthday girl!’’ he said, and they all raised their glasses and took drinks.

It only took them a few drinks later to decide to leave. None of them wanted to get completely hammered and well, no one really knew if it was possible for Sorn herself to get drunk.

‘’Jb’s got a booth.’’ Said Bambam excitedly and looked at his phone. ‘’And the cab is here. Let’s go. I’m ready to shake what my Mama gave me.’’ Sorn scoffed.’’Please, it’s Beer that’s got the ass.’’

Lisa locked arms with Tazanna after she locked the door, but frowned when she noticed her friend’s somber expression. ‘’Tazanna if you kill my buzz I’ll kill you.’’ She snapped. Tazanna looked away. She wasn’t trying to make her friend feel bad, she really wasn’t. But in truth she had a mission that only her best friend knew about. Because Lisa was the only one she really trusted. ‘’You’re thinking about that guy again, aren’t you?’’ she asked. And Tazanna looked down guiltily. ‘’You can look for him a little later. Tonight I want you to have fun, please do that for me.’’ She pleaded and even shook her a little. Tazanna didn’t meet Lisa’s eye. ‘’Alright. I’m sorry.’’

Lisa pulled her along to where the others were waiting in the car. ‘’Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Jb, I promised him a dance with you.’’ and with a mischievous laugh, she shoved her younger friend inside of the Taxi van.~

Everyone could hear the pulsating music from outside the club as soon as they pulled up. Tazanna frowned inwardly and her eyebrows Drew together. This wasn’t her first time at a club. It was actually… Her second. The first time she’s ever gone to a club was on Jackson’s birthday last year and what a mess that turned out to be. She ended up sneaking out and leaving going to get her little sister from the babysitters early. 

Was it totally worth getting cussed out by Lisa later? She would say so.“ move, Frank birthday girl coming through.” said Lisa talking to a random security guard and pulling her friend in behind her. It wasn’t that Tazanna didn’t have Lisa’s confidence, she had it perfectly down to a tee. But she just didn’t have all the balls Lisa had. That girl had gotten into more bar fights, street fights and school fights than she could count. And the other was either at times her little cheerleader or jumping in.

“Well well “ JB flash his amazing smile after group as they approached his booth. Taz could admit to herself or others that JB’s smile was everything. He had two perfect rows of pearly whites shaping perfect squares and they reflected any type of light that bounced off of them. He spent most of his time smiling even when he was mad. But yeah, she loves his smile.“ look at my birthday babe.” he purred, standing to make room for her and to give her a large hug encasing her in his strong arms. “ you look like one of Lisa’s Barbies.” “ correction.” Lisa said reaching over to grab a bottle and pour yourself a drink without asking. Like she needed to.

 “ what you meant to say was Baby Alive. That’s what she is.” and she turned over her shoulder to wink.

“I hear you.” 

he said tossing back a shot He looked nice. A deep red button up shirt in a black ice chain decorated him nicely write down his perfectly styled hair. Sure, he was attractive. But he wasn’t exactly Tazanna’s type. It was the fact that he wouldn’t stop pushing that is what made him so easy to be mean to.“Now, if you would excuse us.” sad Lisa watching her friend happily toss back a drink before grabbing her. “ we’re about to go Sugar Mama’s gave us. You comin’ Sorn?” the girl with the black lips put down her cup and smiled seductively. “ if one of you bitch made motherfuckers does something to my drink everyone pays.” she said bittersweetly as she took Lisa’s hand and followed the other two girls to the dance floor. Taz didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her system or the fact that she felt more comfortable in Lisa’s presence. She liked to let loose. The alcohol chasing away all worries about her sister, she was sure she was fine. Baby having babysat for her before, it was her birthday. She wouldn’t be that bitch that no one wanted to be around because she didn’t know how to have fun. Because she did. And she felt some type of way being sandwiched between Lisa, who had killer moves and Sorn, who had killer thighs.

‘’Yes, Baby!’’ Yelled Sorn as she took a handful of Tazanna’s butt as they danced. ‘’Girl, Elkie’s gonna kill you.’’ Lisa yelled over the music. ‘’Not if you keep you little pumpkin headed mouth shut!’’ Sorn fired back.


‘’Man, why did Hobie-Hyung have to go with Yoongi to Japan.’’ Whined Tae. his eyes followed Namjoon’s glass as he down a shot. ‘’Tae, Shut the fuck up.’’ he said standing. ‘’He said take a load off. So Chim and I are taking a load off. And maybe blow one or two.’’

‘’You’re sick.’’

 Said Tae as Jimin laughed around his drink. And Namjoon shook his head. ‘’No I’m not. Or else I wouldn’t be at the club.’’ He tapped Jimin’s arm and Jimin tossed back a shot before getting up.

‘’Why is your cousin such a square?’’ he groaned to the shorter man and Jimin shrugged his shoulders. ‘’He’s like a puppy with abandonment issues. It’s even worse considering Jungkook has a cold. You know that’s his partner in crime.’’ Jimin defended and licked his lips in thought. Alcohol stimulating his mind and his eyes scanned the crowd as a song he was familiar with played over the speaker. Namjoon’s eyes widened and he nearled jumped with Joy. 

‘’This is my fucking shit. I need to dance, man.’’ Jimin smiled and followed his friend further into the crowd. ‘’Wait!’’ he called. ‘’You know damn well I have to dance next to you to make yours look a little a decent!’’ he laughed. He liked nights like this. No patrolling, no threatening to shank people. And even with Jungkook being a little sick, he was still keeping an eye out. As if anyone who wasn’t into their little circle would dare tip toe on their turf. 

  It wasn’t like fuckers didn’t try it every so often, tough.

Dancing his way into the crowd he let loose. People usually made way for him every where he went. But his favorite places to get down, clubs like this. He liked to dance and let things cloud his mind. Something hard to do when people depended on you to always be on alert. There was always someone he needed to fuck up. And it was even more pressure when his boss was the Kingpin himself, a fuck up with Yoongi would sure end up with either his head chopped off or with him at the bottom on the fucking Han river. Or Yoongi’s person favorite, selling organs on the black market, or Making Taehyung or Johnny do it for him. Yeah, Jimin’s seen some scary fucking things in his life. But he didn’t know how scary things could actually get until he met Min Yoongi, Pale, poker faced and precocious.

And he was coerced into his gang and wasn’t really allowed to look back.

‘’Hey. Hey..’’ Namjoon nudged him  and nodded with his head. ‘’Well would you look at that.’’ he said pointing to a trio of girls. Jimin followed his gaze and observed. The tall ginger one made eye contact with him and a smile appeared on her red painted lips at once as she looked down at the middle girl. Who tilted her head in curiosity as she leaned forward to listen closer. The one on the outside with dark hair turned to look, she was wearing even darker makeup and gave a slight look of disapproval before turning back.

‘’Two out of 3 are lesbos. I’m calling it.’’ He said with a wry smirk. That was when the smaller girl turned to look at them. Her sweet almost eyes glossed first over Namjoon and he smiled back, Jimin thought he saw her lips quiver and she looked back at the blonde in question.

‘’They’re cute though. The one in the middle looks like a little lost lamb.’’ he said over the music. Now which one of them was going to make a move? He eyed the little one in the middle again. The colored lights bounced around her face. She had beautiful brown skin and even more beautiful features. He often liked to hit on hos in the club, but this girl was giving him different vibes from so far away. ~

‘’They keep staring.’’ Sorn said in disgust making Lisa rolled her eyes and scoff. ‘’We get it, Sorn. you don’t like dick.’’ She said Grabbing Tazanna’s hand. ‘’We’re gonna go dance with ‘em.’’ She started pulling her friend along. ‘’Wait. Lisa, what the fuck- no!’’ she yelled in protest. But she was too frozen with anxiety to pull away. ‘’Lisa, you’re drunk!’’ she yelled. And Lisa waved it off. ‘’When am I not?’’ she asked with a giggle. Before Tazanna could protest anymore they were standing in front of the guys. 

One had plum colored hair that was fading nicely back to blond. And the other one. Well he was just blond. His plump lips were pulled into a smirk as he stared down at the girls. And he was wearing dark purple silk shirt that was opened  a little to reveal a little chest. Tazanna stared at the honey skin with interest and bit her lip. Now, she had seen some pretty korean boys since she had arrived. But these two were captivating, they looked like models, but at the same time he was screaming danger.  And maybe it was the makgeolli making her feel this way, but she liked it.

‘’Well hello.’’ Said Namjoon holding his hand out for Lisa to take it. She smirked and put on her charm. Which was heightened when she was intoxicated. She giggled as he brought her hand to his handsome lips and kissed it. ‘’Hey there, daddy.’’ she cooed and slipped an arm around Tazanna’s middle. She was still staring at the slightly taller blond’s chest. But finally she was able to bring her eyes up to the other’s face. ‘’We saw you eyeing us from across the room. Thought we would come say hi.’’ Now Jimin had little quirks that he liked. And he loved when girls made the first move. Namjoon beside him chuckled deeply. Oh yeah, He liked what he was seeing.

‘’Oh? Well we’re honored that a couple of beauties would be so brave. I’m Namjoon, and this is my Boy. Jimin.’’ Jimin gave each of them a head nod. Lisa bit her lip in anticipation and looked towards Tazanna. ‘’Lisa.’’ she said and pushed some hair away from Tazanna’s face. ‘’One of you daddies wanna give my little girl here a dance? It’s her birthday.’’

‘’Ooh, a birthday girl.’’ Said Namjoon whilst looking the two up and down. ‘’Aren’t we lucky.’’ Jimin cut in hastily and held out his hand. ‘’Come on.’’ he told her. ‘’I’ll even buy you a drink.’’ Lisa cooed and shoved her lightly to Jimin. ‘’She’s all yours, Daddy.’’ she leaned over to Tazanna real close to her ear and whispered, ‘’You better dance with that hot piece of ass. He looks rich.’’ and with that, she put on another smile and  took Namjoon’s Pulled Namjoon by his muscular arm into the crowd.

‘’She’s so fucking drunk.’’ Tazanna hissed. Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise. And he laughed before tapping her on the shoulder. She turned to him and was finally able to will herself to look him in the eyes.held out his hand and smiled. ‘’Whaddya say baby girl, you wanna or am I gonna have to beg?’’ He watched her take his hand and smiled when she did. ‘’You don’t look like the begging type.’’ she commented as she pulled him into the sea of people. Jimin barked a laugh into her ear. ‘’I’m not. But you look like the type who plays with her food before she eats it, so I was ready to prepare myself.’’ he commented she smirked and tilted her head curiously at him like a small puppy. She was so fucking cute.

‘’You’re damn right.’’ she answered back. Her eyes went bright when a song came overhead. ‘’I fucking love this song.’’ and she laughed as she noticed that Jimin had said the very same thing at the same time. ‘’Jimin? Was it?’’ she asked as she started to sway against him. He let his hands come up to rest on her waist and he nodded. He often gave a fake name. But honestly, there were too many Park Jimins running around Korea to begin with. ‘’Your friend didn’t mention your name.’’ She stood on her tip toes to bring her lips to her ear. ‘’Tazanna.’’ she murmured. And Jimin felt several pleasured chills go down his spine.

‘’Tazanna.’’ he repeated. ‘’Well damn. That’s kind of sexy.’’ she giggled, he could barely hear it over the music. ‘’Well thanks.’’ she said and as the beat dropped she turned around he was pressed up against her from behind.
‘’Can you keep up?’’ she asked from over her shoulder and Jimin scoffed into her ear.

‘’I’ll do more than keep up.’’

AN: I’m so so so sorry to end it here. But I wanted to save the even juicier stuff for the next chapter. What do you guys think about it so far? Stay tuned for part three! oh. and if you didn’t know, Bambam actually has a brother named beer.


Request for this scenario:

Oooohhh, daddy kink with namjoon <3.<3

Group: BTS

Pairing: Namjoon (Rap Mon) x Reader

Genre: Smut (Daddy Kink)

“I might be a little late, Jagi. Jungkook and Taehyung are fighting” Namjoon texted. He put his phone in his pocket and tried, again, to get Jungkook out of his room. He knocked on the door and called out to the ill-tempered maknae. “Jungkook, seriously. You can’t lock yourself in there forever. The two of you need to apologize” he called to him.

Namjoon’s phone buzzed and he sighed. You were probably going to be mad at him. Tonight was the first night, in weeks, that he was having an “adult sleepover” with you. He unlocked his phone and went to your message. His eyes bulged when he saw the attachment that you’d sent. His lips parted as he looked at your body. You were wearing a black negligee and lying in bed. Your hair was sprawled in every direction and you had a finger in your mouth. With one eyebrow arched and the most seductive face Namjoon had ever seen, you almost brought him down to his knees.

As if the picture wasn’t enough, the message provided more than enough incentive for Namjoon. His penis came alive reading the words:

Don’t keep me waiting too long, Daddy”.

‘Daddy’, the word swirled around his head as he scrolled back up to your picture. He loved the way the picture stopped just below your breasts, leaving his imagination to run wild. Your sheer little outfit perfectly showed just enough of your perky nipples. Namjoon licked his lips, becoming a little too involved in the picture.

“Namjoon!” Jin yelled.

He looked up and quickly put his phone down. “Yeah? What?” he asked.

“I already talked to Taehyung. I can take over with Jungkook, if you want. I know you had plan-”

Namjoon hugged Jin and bolted for the door.


You tousled your hair and looked in the mirror. Surely Namjoon wouldn’t be too late. With the way that you looked, how could he be? You heard a knock on the door and looked up at the clock on your bedroom wall. Could that be him? You hoped that it wasn’t anyone else, since the see-through negligee was the only thing you were wearing.

If it was him, he definitely wasn’t late. In fact, he was a little early. You ran to the front door and looked through the peephole. You smiled, seeing Namjoon standing in front of your door.

You cracked the door open and let him in. As you shut the front door, you could feel his eyes taking you in. You could feel him staring at the black material and how it barely hid your assets. You could feel him staring at the curves of your hips and ass. “You’re early” you commented, voice sultry and inviting. You weren’t really in the mood for a lot of talking. You just wanted to feel him and everything he had to offer.

Namjoon didn’t respond, walking close to you. He pressed your back to the door and you gazed into his eyes. All you could see was lust staring back at you; a hunger growing in the pools of his eyes.

“Daddy, huh?” he smirked. His voice was deeper than you knew it could go and it turned you on even more. You nodded and bit your lip before grabbing a handful of his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. Weeks without sex with Namjoon was dangerous to your sanity levels. You needed this man. 

Namjoon’s grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing and massaging it. You could feel his hard-on trapped between you. You moaned into the kiss and Namjoon cursed, pulling away from you. He pulled you to your bedroom, tired of waiting. He needed release and he needed it now.

You lay on the bed as he began to disrobe. “Hurry Daddy, it hurts~” you whined sexily. His hands froze on the button of his pants and he groaned.

“Where does it hurt, baby?” he moaned. You spread your legs temptingly and he groaned again.

“I need you to take a look” you said, your body propped up on your elbows. Namjoon freed himself of the last of his clothes and you whimpered at the sight of his stiff dick. You licked your drying lips as he sat on the bed, between your legs. He swallowed hard as he stared at your wetness.

“You look a little swollen, baby” he said, referring to your enlarged clit.


Namjoon swiped his thumb over your clit and your breath caught. He pressed harder and your nails scratched at the bed sheets. You moaned, feeling him rub long, drawn out circles over your sensitive button. Your hips circled to meet him and he watched as your chest rose, your nipples pointing to the sky. “Is this where it hurts?” he asked, his opposite hand stroking his member.

“Oh yes, Daddy! Right there” you moaned.

“Fuck” he cursed. Hearing you say the word was sexy but hearing you moan ‘Daddy’ was unbearable. 

He brought his face closer to your sex and dragged his tongue over your slit. You sucked in a breath through your teeth as you humped against him. Namjoon pressed a finger into your opening and thrust it in and out, his opposing hand moving at the same pace over his engorged cock.

His tongue flicked steadily over your clit and you moaned loudly, your back arching.

“Ah~” you moaned, your orgasm rushing through you. Namjoon continued fingering you, feeling your body trembling around his single digit. He gave a long suck to your clit and you screamed, your body shaking more violently.

Namjoon stood up, penis in hand, and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He placed the head of his cock to your slit and you moaned. You’d been looking forward to this all week.

“Fuck me, Daddy” you said, urging him forward. 

Namjoon obeyed, burying his cock into you. He grunted and pulled out before stuffing himself back inside of you.

Namjoon thought back to that picture you’d sent him and remembered how erect your nipples had been. He reached up and ripped your outfit enough to expose your breasts and sucked your nipple into his mouth. His thrusts were harder then, his hips roughly rocking back and forth. You tugged on his hair and he groaned, biting your nipples.

Your legs wrapped around him and you screamed for him to make you cum. You could feel your orgasm building with each strong thrust. “I’m so close” he moaned.

Your mouth fell open as you came again, the strength of your walls pushing Namjoon to cum as well. He fell on top of you, the two of you breathless, sweaty, and greatly satisfied.

The two of you crawled to the middle of the bed where you laid facing one another.

“You ripped my new outfit” you complained, pulling at the loose strings that hung.

“Wasn’t that the point of the outfit?” he asked, smiling.

“Mmhm” you grinned, moving to kiss him. Your tongues intertwined and you ran your hand over his chest and down to his penis. You could feel him hardening again and you stopped the kiss.

“Already?” you asked, shocked.

“It’s been weeks” he said, as if that justified everything. 

ScarJuice - Part Five


Sloppily running a hand over her face, Scarlet was greeted by the morning with a dry mouth and a headache. She groaned, rolling onto her back and pushing herself up onto her elbows.
Lyla shifted next to her on the bed, and Scarlet began to recall the last thing she remembered before falling asleep the night before.
Her bedroom was filled with giggling and shrieking, and wine was being drunk from the bottle rather than the cute glasses Scarlet had purchased for the event.
Slowly, the memories of the night flooded back her.

Scarlet left work that afternoon, eager and excited to spend the evening making a new friend. With the club and it’s associates, Scarlet had surface relationships. She spoke with them, partied with them, but never really connected with them on a level that gave her a group of people she really knew. That was about to change.
Stopping in at the mall, Scarlet went to the party shop, buying all the necessary items; large pink wine glasses, tropical print plates for their dinner and matching bowls for snacks.
By the time she’d gotten to the cash register at the supermarket, she had more than enough supplies for a kids party, let alone a girls night.
“I bought new pajamas.” Scarlet confessed to Juice as she was setting up.
“Well if you needed them-“ Juice began before she cut him off.
“No, I mean I bought them specifically for this girl’s night. And decorations and special party plates and glasses and so much food and I haven’t had a sleepover since middle school.”
Juice was laughing on the other end of the phone and Scarlet couldn’t help but giggle.
“It’s not like I haven’t had friends since then, I just haven’t had friends stay over, I dunno what you’re meant to do.”
Juice stopped laughing.
“We’ve had sleepovers!” He jokingly protested.
“Nah-uh, not like this! This is an adult sleepover party. You and me order pizza and drink beer and watch movies.”
“Ok, first off, you and Lyla are ordering Chinese and watching movies, same thing.”
“We are getting Thai and drinking wine from pretty glasses, that’s fancy.”
“Whatever. Secondly, though… ‘adult sleepovers’? You sure it’s only pajamas you bought for tonight?”
Juice was laughing again and Scarlet groaned.
“You’re the worst, that’s not what I meant!”
He was still laughing to himself, inserting comments about “female bonding” and how this wasn’t the way to make Lyla that type of girlfriend.
“I’m hanging up now, behave.” Scarlet said, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.
“Ah, Lettie, I love ya…”
The laughter and talking died immediately, and Scarlet felt herself stiffen at the words.
“I love ya sense of humour.” Juice added, saving himself.
“Ha-ha, yeah, yours is hilarious. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Scarlet said, hanging up before she said something she wasn’t able to hold back.
She didn’t have time to reflect on how Juice’s potential meaning made her feel as Lyla arrived.
“Hey girly!” Lyla said, holding up two cold bottles of wine.
Scarlet lead her into the house, opening the fridge to show the bottles that she had bought.
“Can never have too much!” Scarlet said, grabbing the new glasses she had set in the fridge to chill.
“Then let’s party!”
Lyla popped the top of the first bottle, pouring them drinks. They hung about in the kitchen, preparing snacks and chatting, going through topics like they were going through the first bottle of wine - quickly and full of giggling.
Scarlet ran Lyla through her thoughts for the night.
“Ugh, that’s perfect!! Between Ope and the club, and raising three kids, I never get to do stuff like this! Oh my god, how cute are these decorations!” Lyla said, walking into the lounge room.
“I didn’t go too crazy, did I? I was just wanting it to be the best, I got nervous.” Scarlet laughed at herself.
“No, this is the best!! We’re girls, we get to do all this kinda cute stuff.”
“Juice laughed when I told him.”
“He’s just jealous because he didn’t get to come. He’d totally love this.”
Scarlet and Lyla sat down on the couch.
“So, you and Juice hang out a bit, huh?”
“Yeah, he’s pretty much my best friend. He probably was jealous, I wonder if he’d let me paint his nails next time we hang out.” Scarlet joked.
“Juice totally loves you.” Lyla replied, a little tune to her voice.
Nearly choking on her drink, Scarlet grabbed for the takeout menu and began to look through it.
“I think we’d better order dinner before either of us is too wine drunk to function.”


“That movie… was terrible.”
“Soooooo baaaaaad!” Lyla replied, sprawled out on the floor in front of the TV.
“More wine?”
Scarlet poured them more to drink and Lyla disappeared into the kitchen, bringing a pint of ice cream back with her.
“Ice cream FLOATS??!!” Scarlet yelled out in her somewhat merry state.
“ICE CREAM FLOOOOATS!!” Lyla called back.
They sat around the coffee table, putting the ice cream in with their wine. Scarlet whipped out her phone taking a picture as the drink foamed.
Scarlet opened her messages, attaching the picture and sending it to Juice.
“We should go into professional party planning, and this will be our signature drink.” Lyla said, looking over to Scarlet when she didn’t reply.
“How many messages is that tonight?”
“Huh?” Scarlet jerked her head up when the photo had sent.
“Oh… Shit, I’m sorry, I haven’t been like this all night, have I?”
Lyla giggled and shook her head.
“I only noticed because you didn’t respond about our new business venture. It’s ok, I’ll sign for everything on your behalf too, you can be our networking expert.”
Scarlet laughed before sighing, throwing the phone to the couch and burying her face in the cushion she had on her lap.
“Ooh okay, the girl-talk portion of the evening has officially begun.”
Lyla grabbed a bag of M&Ms and settled herself next to Scarlet on the couch, pouring some into their hands.
Scarlet was too drunk to bother trying to cover anything up, instead blurting it all out to an eager Lyla.
“You know how you said he loves me - and I’m not saying he does - but you know how you said he does? He said he did on the phone. At least I thought he did. Because he was laughing at something I was saying and he said ‘I love ya’ and then it went quiet and he said ‘I love ya sense of humour’. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?”
Lyla straightened in the seat and Scarlet could tell she was about to sprout some wisdom. Scarlet had missed friendships like this, and even though she was sort of drunk, and even though she was an adult, anything with Juice was stepping through a land mine.
“Well, he totally meant that he loves you. He spilled and then tried covering it up. Don’t get me wrong, you are funny, but he wasn’t referring to that.”
Scarlet couldn’t help the little smile on her face and the swirling in her stomach that she knew wasn’t nausea. At least, it wouldn’t be nausea until the morning.
“But he said ‘I love ya’, not ‘I love you’.”
Chewing on some candy, Lyla pondered.
“I mean, he’s been into you for ages, even when you were with Jax - don’t worry, the only ones who’ve noticed are me and Gem, guys are too dumb to notice that kind of thing.”
Scarlet shoved the handful of chocolate into her mouth, hoping Lyla was right.
“But you’ve been hanging out for a while now and you’re getting to know each other better. Maybe it’s like… ‘on-the-way-to’ love.”
“Go on.” Scarlet said, intently listening to every nugget of wisdom Lyla was giving her.
“It’s not full blown love because you guys don’t know each other that well yet, but you’re getting there, ya know? So he can’t actually say ‘I love you’ yet because you guys aren’t there, but he definitely feels more than friend-type love, so it’s more casual, that’s why he said ‘ya’ instead of ‘you’.”
Scarlet nodded slowly, taking it all in, pondering on how far on-the-way-to-love she was.
“Gonna be hella crazy if Jax figures it out, though.”
Scarlet snapped out of her thoughts.
“I don’t think he knows we’ve been hanging out. I mean we’ve only been around each other alone a bit, and we talk a lot on the phone. But we’ve never spoken about our plans in front of anyone.”
“Jax has been too busy shoving his tongue down the good doctor’s throat.” Lyla said, a look of disgust on her face.
Scarlet was so glad to have a comrade in Lyla.
“Ain’t that the truth. Hopefully being with Tara will distract him enough until I figure all this Juice stuff out. What about the other guys, though? Surely they’ll pick up on it at some point, they’re not all idiots. What about Happy? Juice is hanging out with him tonight, what if he tells Happy, or what if Happy knows and confronts him and tells Jax? What if Jax kills Juice?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Lyla said, handing Scarlet one of the drinks.
“Don’t spiral! Stay cool! Jax wouldn’t kill Juice. Opie did ask me if anything was going on, and I think some of the guys suspect Juice is into you, but Ope says it’s great and I don’t think any of the others would think different.”
Scarlet gulped the drink down, settling.
“Yeah, yeah, I mean, even Gemma said something about it.”
“Well if you’ve got Mama Gem’s blessing…”
They both sat in silence for a bit, taking sips of the floats.
“This is absolutely disgusting, by the way.” Scarlet said, swirling the remaining wine and ice cream in the glass.
“Filthy. People will pay loads.”


Opie picked Lyla up later the next morning. Scarlet and Lyla hugged, promising to hang out again.
“Maybe we’ll do brunch without the mimosas next time.”
“As long as the food is greasy, that’s all I can think of right now.”
They laughed and groaned, and Scarlet headed inside.
She found her phone, a text message from Juice.

[You awake yet?]

Scarlet smiled, before seeing the last message she had sent him before crashing out. She cringed at the amount of “x’s” she had left. Figuring she could always blame it on the wine, Scarlet called Juice.
“Hey, I’m alive.”
“Oooh, someone doesn’t sound too great.”
“I just need lots of greasy food. Wanna go get breakfast?”
They agreed that Juice would pick her up in half an hour.
Scarlet ran a shower and got herself ready, full of worry about the secret she’d told to Lyla. 
There was no way Lyla would tell Jax, that wasn’t her concern. Her main worries lay with Jax realising how she felt, and her own revelation. She was falling for Juice.
Scarlet knew this, but the night before was the first time she’d said it out loud, admitting it to herself and someone else.
Would she behave differently now? Would she become more obvious to Juice now that she’d made it a fact to herself?
Sitting on the couch, legs bouncing anxiously, she spied the glasses, still partly filled with wine and now-melted ice cream.
Scarlet decided she couldn’t handle sitting around anymore and was going to wait out the front of her apartment block for Juice.
Descending the stairs, the familiar roar of Juice’s bike pulled into the parking space before her.
Juice idled, smiling at her before reaching around to get his spare helmet.
Scarlet took the time to look him over, in his white tee, camo pants and combat boots.
His eyes crinkled as he reached out the helmet to her. He sure was something to see.
Scarlet hesitated a moment, but didn’t feel a trace of awkwardness from the day before between them.
“You okay?” He asked, pulling the helmet back a little.
“We don’t have to take the bike if you don’t want to.”
Scarlet hadn’t been on a bike since she was with Jax. It was a first time for new things for her that weekend.
Screw Jax, Scarlet thought to herself and flashed him a smile.
“Let’s do this.”
Juice grinned again, helping her with the straps before Scarlet placed her hands on his shoulders, hoisting herself up and settling on the bike behind him.
She could smell the soap he had used that morning as put her arms around his middle. If she hadn’t been holding on, Scarlet may have fallen off the back of the bike when Juice took off, she was so distracted by how happy she felt.
Thoughts of Jax were left in their dust as Juice rode away, heading towards one of their favourite diners.

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YOORAN Week Day 6 minific

This one is small since I decided to go with the other one for this day, but, here you go, it’s kinda cute… thanks for this week @yooranweek I’ve been having a blast!!

“Ok Saeyoung, yeah, I understand, I’ll let Saeran know. He’s not going to be happy that he’s not getting his ice cream.”

Saeyoung laughed, “That’s why I’m having you tell him, he won’t hit you! And maybe you can kiss it better.” He snickered. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He cackled before cutting the call off. Yoosung shook his head, blushing at the implication, there was very little that Saeyoung wouldn’t do, he was sure.

He glanced towards Saeran’s open bedroom door. They had been seeing each other for the past couple of months, but had rarely kissed, both feeling insecure and unsure. Certainly, they had not gone beyond that, not that they hadn’t thought about it individually. They had never spent the night together and now, they would have to, all alone.

The rain had begun while Saeyoung was out, and had increased in intensity. Saeyoung had just called Yoosung to let him know that the weather report had this thunderstorm lasting all night, so he had decided to get a hotel room, since he couldn’t see anything out his car window. He told Yoosung to stay at the house with Saeran, it was too dangerous for Yoosung to try and walk home, and he didn’t want Saeran alone, in case he needed something.

Yoosung took a deep breath and walked into Saeran’s room. He looked up and a small smile lit up his face. He was wearing his headphones and listening to music on his phone. He wore sweats and a loose t-shirt. He’d even taken off his socks. Yoosung returned the smile and scooted onto the bed with him. He stared at him until Saeran took the earbuds out of his ears.

“Saeyoung just called, he isn’t coming home.” Yoosung began.

Saeran’s face fell, his eyes darkening in fear. “What? Why?” he sat up straighter.

“He’s ok, it’s just the weather. It’s coming down pretty hard out there, and Saeyoung says it’s going to be like that all night. Don’t worry, he’s safe, he’s getting a room at a hotel. And I’ll be here with you.” Saeran visibly relaxed, but there was still tension around his eyes and mouth. Yoosung could feel his heart rate increase. He lifted his hand and caressed Saeran’s cheek, leaning into him and brushing his lips with his own. They tasted sweet, and were far softer than he thought was even possible. Saeran responded by pulling Yoosung onto his lap, Yoosung straddled him and they kissed softly, gently, until they craved more, becoming more urgent, more needful, their tongues exploring each other generously.

“Yoosung.” Saeran breathed heavily when they pulled apart, needing to come up for air.

“I’m sorry.” Yoosung tried to slide off Saeran, but Saeran wouldn’t let him go.

“Don’t…don’t be sorry, I…I liked it.” Saeran blushed, trying hard to keep calm.

“Me too.” Yoosung admitted. He lay his head on Saeran’s shoulder.

“So, uh, no ice cream then?” Saeran asked, to try and get to something more familiar and safer.

“Nope, sorry.”

Saeran sighed. He’d been looking forward to his favorite treat. “Well, what do we do now?” he asked.

Yoosung shrugged, “The usual sleepover stuff I guess.”

“There’s usual stuff?” Saeran was confused.

Yoosung sat up, “Oh yes! Like when you’re a kid and have sleepovers.”

Saeran just stared at him.

“Right, you never had that did you?” Yoosung felt like an ass. Saeran bit his lower lip and looked away. How could he connect with someone so normal? Someone who had a good family, a mother that loved and cared for him? The idea was so alien to Saeran.

“Did you have many sleepovers?” Saeran asked, sincerely curious about it.

“Oh yes, I suppose. I had lots of friends in grade school.”

“What, what do you do on a sleepover?”

“Well, you, play games, watch movies, eat junk food, build a pillow fort, you know, things like that.”

“Pillow forts?” Saeran was even more confused, although the junk food part sounded fun.

“Yeah, it’s when you take the cushions off a… You know what, come on.” He jumped off Saeran and the bed, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the living room. He was already giggling in anticipation. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d built a pillow fort, but suddenly it was all he wanted to do with Saeran, maybe give him a little bit of the childhood he’d missed.

He started pulling the pillows off the couch, “You get those.” He told Saeran, pointing to the armchairs he was standing next to.

Saeran furrowed his eyebrows but he did as Yoosung asked him and tossed them on the floor. Yoosung was pushing the coffee table away and leaning the cushions against the sofa and each other. “Go get some blankets, I’ll grab your bedroom pillows.” Yoosung jumped over the makeshift walls he’d created and ran to Saeran’s bedroom. Saeran was slower getting to the linen closet in the hallway where they kept their blankets. He pulled out two, then, a third, just in case. Yoosung grabbed the top blanket and folded it so that it would fit the parameters of the cushion walls. Then he tossed Saeran’s pillows on top. He grabbed the next blanket and unfolded it, laying it over the back of the sofa and the arm chairs which he had turned around and scooted next to the cushions on one side. He shoved the coffee table further to the side so that they could crawl under the blanket. “Go on!” Yoosung motioned to Saeran to go in enthusiastically. Saeran wasn’t so sure about it, but, Yoosung was so excited, he acquiesced. Placing the third blanket on top of the one Yoosung had already set down.

“I’ll be right back!” he ran before Saeran could protest. He sat under the blanket, his pillow behind him, it wasn’t very comfortable, but the cozy atmosphere was something he could appreciate. He took a deep breath and wondered what Yoosung was doing. He supposed maybe, had he been a child, this might have seemed interesting. A good place to pretend, use his imagination, isn’t that what children did when they played?

Yoosung appeared with his laptop and he set it down, along with his mouse, power cord, and mouse pad. “Why don’t you find a movie for us to watch.” He declared before he disappeared again. Saeran heard him open and close the microwave, before long, there were popping sounds. Popcorn. Saeran opened up the laptop and it came to life, he keyed in the password, that had not been difficult to figure out, SUPERY00SUNGSTAR. He scrolled through the movies Yoosung had downloaded, all legally he was always quick to explain. The thunder unnerved him so he decided to go for an action film that might drown out the noise. He was ready when Yoosung finally crawled into the “fort”. He handed Saeran the tub of popcorn and two drinks.

“And look what I found!” he pulled a pint of strawberry ice cream out of a bag that appeared laden with candy. Saeran’s face lit up at the ice cream. He kissed Yoosung when he finally settled next to him. It wasn’t full, but, there was enough that would keep him happy. He grabbed some of the chocolate coated candies and dropped them into the ice cream, Yoosung laughed at him but didn’t say anything. They pressed play and the familiar opening to The Transformers rang out.

They sat shoulder to shoulder, eating and drinking, laughing at Bumblebee and practically crying at the deaths of the autoboots. Saeran trying to discretely wipe his eyes and Yoosung pretending he didn’t see. He leaned against Saeran and put his head on his shoulder. Saeran kissed the top of his head and lay his cheek on it.

“Thank you for this Yoosung. I think I like sleepovers. Want to come back and do it again?” Saeran asked shyly.

Yoosung snuggled into Saeran, nodding.

“Yoosung?” Saeran said in the most affectionate voice Yoosung had ever heard him use. It made his heart skip and he lost his breath. He looked up into his intensely green eyes. “Maybe next time, we can, have a more…adult sleepover.” He blushed, but he did not look away. Yoosung grinned, biting his lower lip his ears feeling red hot. He could only nod, leaning in and kissing Saeran. The more they did it, the better it got. He could taste the cool strawberry on Saeran’s tongue and it made him moan in appreciation. Saeran loved the sounds Yoosung made when they were together. He wondered, not for the first time, what kind of sounds he would make during sex. He couldn’t wait to find out.