I should probably do laundry or something

#5 - What went wrong?

Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Also, any text that are in italics are in the past and the rest are in the present form.


Tuesday, 7th June 2017

You tried to going to sleep but obviously, you couldn’t. Not with that many questions on your mind. You wanted to wake Jay up and demand he answers your questions but he was drunk af. You wouldn’t get a straight answer. 

Jay: I met my ex-girlfriend through mutual friends. We met face-to-face for the first at a party and yeah. Fast forward a couple of months and we got into this big fight. Honestly, I can’t even remember what it was. It probably started with something stupid, like me not doing the fucking dishes or something. 

You: Well it’s a good thing you do them now aye but you should work on picking up after yourself. I hate seeing you throw your shirts on the freaking chair in the room. If it’s dirty put in it the laundry and if it’s clean hang it. 

Jay: Very funny babe and shut up, lemme finish my story. Yeah so when that relationship ended, I started to put everything into my businesses. I didn’t want to date anyone. I just wanted to focus on my career and you know supporting my family and friends.

You: Then why me? 

Jay: Cos you’re one clingy bitch who wouldn’t stop calling me so I caved and asked you to be my girlfriend. 

You moved Jay’s hands off you as they were around your shoulders and sat up. The two of you had just finished dinner and you two were sitting on the balcony of Jay’s apartment. Looking out at Seoul’s night sky, the cars below and the lights from other buildings. 

Jay: I’m just joking baby. Come back here.

You: Then answer my question, why me? Out of the all pretty girls you could have what made me so different?

Jay: Well you have this certain aura around you. An aura that makes everyone around to fall in love with you. But not only like the love as in what we have but also the caring, kind friendship love. You know. Your smile, sense of humour down to earth personality and that laugh of yours makes me weak baby. And whenever I have a shit day I think about you because you always have your arms open to catch me. You’re my safety net babe. Not matter where I go or how far, I know I’ll always have you. And plus, you’re probably the only one who laughs at my lame jokes. Like genuinely laugh, not like laughing at me. You’re always laughing with me. 

After hearing what Jay said you sat back down next to him. 

You: Well I never expected to hear that from the badass CEO of AOMG. I should’ve record it damn. Can you say it again? 

Jay laughed. He sat up and pulled you in closer and kissed you on your head.

Jay: So now it’s your turn. What happened before me and why me? 

You have never talked about your previous relationships with anyone except your two friends, Jasmine and Hallie. You didn’t really want to tell Jay but he was honest with you so you must do the same.

You: I have only been in 2 relationships before you and both of them cheated on me. Nothing else to say really. It sucked but I got over it and now I have you. 

Jay: I’m sorry to hear that babe but fuck them. Some people just don’t fucking know what they have right? And think of it as positive thing because we found each other after everything that happened.  

You: Right and as for your second question. Hmm so why you? Why. You. Park Jae-Beom? I actually had my eyes set on your co-CEO but he rejected my offer so I settle for the CEO instead.  

Jay: Are you fucking serious? Oh I swear, you are gonna pay for what you said.

You ran back into the apartment before Jay had time to get up and locked the balcony door. You were laughing from the other side of the door and Jay couldn’t figure if he was mad at you or madly in love with your wits.

You: Okay, I’ll tell you the truth but take back what you said about “gonna pay for what you said”.

Jay: Fine. I take it back. Lemme in, it’s fucking cold now. 

You: Not my problem since you opted for a singlet babe. Okay well, I like that you’re one strong, hard working person and that you don’t take shit from anyone. You started with nothing and look at where you’re now. Different career path but you still remain grounded and humble. And your drive to help your loved ones is one of the thing I fell for you because that is just one of thing I look for in a partner. You know what I mean. Like knowing how much you love your family and friends just shows how you’re gonna be when you have your own family. 

You unlocked the door and let Jay in.

Jay: So all I got from that was you wanting to have my babies..? 

You hit him on the shoulders. You gave a mouthful and that was he responded?

Jay: I’m just joking baby. But seriously, thank you for thinking of me as humble and grounded. I love you and out of all the people on earth I’ll be happy for you to have my babies. 

Wednesday, 8th June 2017

It was 7am and usually your alarm would have gone off. But you couldn’t sleep last night so you turned it off before 7am. All night you thought of the all the different ways to confront Jay. Should you just go off at him or just casually ask him? You didn’t know what to do but you know you wanted answers. 

You didn’t sleep in the room with him instead you stayed in the living room. your neck hurt lying on the sofa arm rest. Just when you got up, you heard Jay’s voice. He was whispering but since it’s still super quiet in the apartment, you could make out what he was saying. 

Jay: Morning to you too. We probably shouldn’t drink too much on a weekday hey. I don’t know where she is. Probably left to buy breakfast. Ok. I will see you later.

You froze in your stand. You couldn’t move for god knows how long. But the moment you looked up, you saw Jay. 

Jay: Oh hey babe. You’re up early. What’s wrong?  

He came around and hugged you but you rejected the hug and stepped further away from him.

Jay: Ugh. I know I smell like shit. Sorry. 

You didn’t respond to him and before you could even control it tears formed in your eyes.

Jay: Is my b.o. really that bad that it’s making you tear up? Hey. Talk to me baby.

You: Is there someone else? 

Silence filled the room. You looked at Jay but he was showing no emotions. He gave you a blank look. The same look as to when he forgot to turn off the oven and left the apartment. He knew you caught him. 

You: You know what. I can’t right now. Asshole.

And you stormed out of the apartment whilst picking up your jacket on the way out. Half of you wanted Jay to stay in the apartment and not follow or call out to you but the other half wanted Jay to come after you. You were already outside and he wasn’t in sight. It seemed like he didn’t care that you left. 

You crashed at Jasmine’s place since it was closer than Hallie’s. 

Jasmine: What a dickhead! You know what, give me your phone and I’ll chew his ass off.

You: No, don’t do that please. 

Jasmine: Has he called you or anything since you left this morning?

You: Nope. Hey, can I stay here for the night? 

Jasmine: Yeah of course. Omg! I can’t fucking believe he did what he did. That motherfucker. 

You: Hey. I don’t know for sure if it’s true so just dial back on those curses. Too early in the morning for it, Jas.

Jasmine: Babe. You saw the receipts and that phone call in the morning. Not to mention that lipstick stain on his collar. You’ve got all the proof. He did you wrong and you’re still protecting him? Why? 

You: Look. I’ll figure out what to do next but now, I need sleep. 

You checked you phone one last time to see if Jay had attempted to reach you. 

Nothing. Not even a text. 

You turned off you phone and closed you eyes. 

Secret Society

Request : Hey, so I have no clue how to properly submit one of these so I apologize if I screw it up. I was hoping you could maybe do one with a really shy insecure reader(female/petite/virgin etc) who’s hunted with the boys for awhile. Her and Sam have crushed on each other forever but neither says anything. Until tension builds up and Dom!sam and reader happen. Smut please…Thanks a bunch xo

Writer: Jemma, jemin-guay.tumblr.com

Word count: wrote it on my phone, sorry.

Warnings: All the smut, Cunnalingus…

Notes: I tried. Sorry for the movie reference but it fit. I know that problematic film like the back of my hand and I’m super geeky. It couldn’t be helped. I also may have gotten a little cheesy. *blushes and runs away*

“Good Morning, Y/n.” Sam greeted you with a smile. His handsome face was exactly what you needed to see. His peppy demeanor brought a smile to your lips. He accidentally brushed up against you as you both reached for a mug. A slight blush rose on his cheeks as you gazed up over your shoulder at him.
“S-sorry. My bad.” At the sound of someone else entering the kitchen, he moved away.

“Morning.” Dean yawned from somewhere behind you . “Coffee?” He asked.

“Mhmm” You muttered taking another cup out of the cabinet and filling both mugs.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He took his cup greatfully. “How’d you sleep?”

You sighed and took a sip from your mug. Another wet dream. Another frustratingly fruitless attempt at masturbating. You didn’t say.

“Shame.I slept like a baby.” He smirked, winking at you.

Sam shook his head in disgust.

“Blonde, Brunette, or Ginger?” You asked on a yawn.
 "Brunette.“ Dean smirked, took a seat at the table and continued nursing his cup of coffee.
“And very…talented.”

“Yeah?” You said anxiously. He gestured toward the chair across from him. Sam watched wide eyed as you took a seat. Over the years, Dean had come to trust you enough to tell you about his conquests. You couldn’t help but want to know. As someone with little experience in that department, you found Dean’s exploits pretty fascinating. Sam however, disapproved.
  “Name is Raeleene. She’s about yay high,” he gestured with his hand, “curvy, big, and beautiful.” There was an almost wistful look on his face as he remembered the girl. She’s generous when it comes to foreplay and she likes to take it nice and slow.“ He told you with a smirk.
    You tried to imagine someone liking foreplay. It wasn’t the most enjoyable task at least not from what you’d heard.
“Can…can I ask you a question?” You inquired timidly.
“Shoot.” Dean took another sip from his mug.
“What makes foreplay so good?”
He frowned at you, pursing his lips.
“You’ve never had good head?”
He had the most serious look on his face. It made you uncomfortable.
“Well…no.” You admitted, careful not to elaborate.
He sighed. “You’re missing out.”
That was just the problem. You knew that and you had tried to fix it, but everytime things were getting passed the point of making out, you found yourself…distracted. Your eyes strayed to Sam. He stood with his back to you as he washed the dishes. Besides, you wanted to lose your virginity with someone you trusted not some guy you picked up at a bar.
“Do you give good head?” The question caught you off guard. You choked on the sip of coffee you had just taken. “Dean!” Sam scolded from his place at the sink. “How can you ask her that?”
“Sorry.” Dean grumbled. “Just wondering.”
“Well don’t.” His brother replied looking thoroughly offended.
“Alright, geeze.” Dean scoffed. “What’re we doing today?”
“I figured I’d do some laundry while I had the chance.” You told them. You were greatful for the change in subject. Although, you could not help but notice how much it had bothered Sam. Was it because he didn’t want to know those sorts of things about you? Or because he could tell it made you uncomfortable?  Part of you hoped, it was something else entirely.
    “Yeah, I should probably wash some clothes too.” Dean sighed standing.
“Oh heck no! Me first.” You stood and hurried to your room determined not to have the washer stolen right out from under you.
 As you waited for your first load to dry, you decided to see what was on Netflix. Making yourself comfortable, you tucked your legs up underneath you and grabbed the remote.
To your disappointment, the majority of what you passed were tv shows. If you started watching one now, you would probably never finish it. After scrolling through the movies, you found one that looked interesting and started it.
     “Haven’t you seen that one like a hundred times?” Sam asked taking a seat next to you on the sofa.
You gave him a small smile. “A hundred and four.”

He grinned in amusement.

You fell into a comfortable silence as the movie played on.

“Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?” Sebastian asked condescendingly.

“I wasn’t criticizing anything. It’s just my belief that people shouldn’t experience the act of love until they are in love. And I just don’t think people our age are mature enough to experience those kinds of emotions.”

“They’re pretty horrible people.” Sam commented, eyes still on the screen. “Why do you like this movie?”

You thought for a minute before answering.
“Well, I guess the basic message I got from it is that anyone is capable of change. Even a manipulative asshole like Sebastian.”
He nodded once, his attention on the movie.

“ Oh please Annette. You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, but you’re going to turn your back on it. I’m sorry that we’re not at the age where we can get married. If we were, I’d propose, but that’s not going to happen. So I guess we’re just fucked. I’ll move on, but you… you’re going to have to live with yourself knowing you’ve turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite.”

“I think, the only people I like in this whole movie are Aunt Helen and the lady in the nursing home.” Sam leaned back stretching his long arm around the back of the sofa. “They’re the most relatable.”

You laughed. He had moved closer to you and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it. “I love to hate Katherine, but when I was in high school I was definitely like Cecile. Way too gullible and always getting dragged into my friends’ drama.”

“No way.” He turned to look at you, his beautiful smile made you melt.

Colorblind started playing in the background and you found you had a hard time not looking at Sam. It would be nice having someone’s attention completely on you, on pleasuring you like that. You sighed, eyes falling slowly over Sam’s face. If. only.
As if reading your thoughts, he turned to you his expression unreadable. Your gaze wandered from his hazel eyes to his pink lips.
    “Ugh, not watching that crap again, are you?” Dean complained plopping down on the other side of the sofa. You kept your eyes any where but on the screen, suddenly extremely self conscious of your choice in movie.
    “Wasn’t there something you had to do today?” Sam asked annoyed.
“Huh?” Green eyes looked from Sam to you and then back to the scene that was playing.
“Oh…oh! Yeah, I gotta go fix the, yeah.” Dean sputtered rising and quickly leaving the room.
 You frowned at Dean’s back as he walked away.
“Well that was weird.” You muttered turning back to Sam whose face was much closer to yours than you’d been expecting.


You swallowed nervously. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever had feelings for someone that you were friends with?”

“What kinds of feelings? Like sexual feelings?”

“Those too, but I mean deep feelings. Last person you think of before you go to sleep, first person you think of when you wake up kinds of feelings.“ 

"Oh. I…actually, yes.”

“We’ve been friends for some time now and I can’t help but feel that I should tell you the truth. I don’t know when it happened, Y/n, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you and if we lived a different kind of life, I would have asked you out a long time ago. But in this life, things are screwed up some times and the future is uncertain. So all I have to give you is this truth. My truth. I’m in love with you and I have no idea where we go from here.”

You blinked up at him in shock.
“Y-you’re in love with me?”

He ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Is it really that surprising?”

“Uh, Yes. I mean, I’m just, you know, me and you’re six feet four inches of gorgeous. How the hell does that make any-”

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle at first, all puckered lips and sweet sighs, but it grew turning into something more passionate. You and Sam had waited long enough. The urge to express how you truly felt through physical means was eating at you both.

“We could go to my room,” He suggested
“If you wanted to.” He added hesitantly.

“If I? Yes. I definitely want to.” You winced at how eagerly you had responded. “uhm, I mean, yeah we could try that.”

Sam chuckled taking your hand in his, he lead you down the hallway to his room.

Sam kissed you roughly, hungrily, his big warm hands running over your sides. When he pulled away, you were both out of breath. “Lay down” He commanded, his fervent gaze kept you from arguing. You hurried to comply, stripping out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Crawling up to the middle of the bed, you turned on to your back eagerly. Sam unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it.  Unbuckling his belt, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. Sam stepped out of his pants, standing before you in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Your eyes lowered slowly down his frame, taking in his broad shoulders, bare chest, lean hips and long legs.
    You watched as he pulled open the drawer to his night stand and brought out a silk cord. Your belly tightened in anticipation. You were frightened and excited at the thought of what was to come. He tied your wrists together deftly, then brought them up above your head, securing the rope to his headboard.
     Completely at his mercy. The phrase passed through your mind, a hungry shiver running down your spine. You wondered briefly if you should tell him that it was your first time and decided against it.
Sam tried to maintain an almost apathetic expression. Truth be told it had been a long time since he’d felt nervous about getting in bed with a woman. Something about you threw him for a loop. You were gorgeous but not concited in the least. Intelligent, but humble, confident, but self deprecating. Nothing like the women he had been involved with in the past.
       He took a moment to appreciate your beauty before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back with out hesitation. Your mouth molding to his. He slipped his tongue between your lips and began caressing it with his own.
 "Beautiful.“ He murmured in praise. More than enough to fill his palm, He thought looking at your breasts. Your nipples hardened under his gaze. He licked at one of the tight buds elicting a gasp from you.
You worried your lower lip between your teeth as he began to suck. The sensation of his lips and tongue teasing you brought to life an unfamiliar flame of heat within. He moved his attentions to your other breast, kneading it gently as he released your nipple with a wet suckling sound. You leaned into his touch, basking in the sensation of his rough hands on your soft skin. His palms ran down the length of your body, stopping at your hips. He kneaded them gently as he kissed his way down your stomach.
    "Sam” You gasped as his lips grazed your pelvis.
  He paused looking up at you questioningly. “Do you want me to stop?” He nipped gently at  your hip. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll stop.”
   You pressed your lips together tightly. As nervous as you were, you didn’t want him to stop.
 "Good.“ He murmurred. Carefully parting your thighs, he situated himself between them. Hooking his arms around them, he brought his mouth to the most intimate part of you. His warm breath hitting the sensitive flesh was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You quivered underneath him as his lips met yours in a wet kiss. His tongue trailed through your labia, swirling gently when it reached your clit. You moaned loving the way his soft lips felt against your swollen skin. He licked you deeply running the back of his tongue from clitoris to perineum. The evidence of your arousal trickled down your folds. He caught it on his tongue, humming his approval of the taste of you. He thrust his tongue into your cunt. You cried out. Had your hands been free you would have been gripping at the sheets.
” oh mmmm Sam” you moaned as his tongue moved in and out of you.
    He alternated between long slow strokes and tracing teasing circles around your clit. Sam loved the taste of you. The sounds of pleasure you made as you got wetter and wetter spurred him on. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, but he couldn’t stop, not until he had you right where he wanted you.

Your juices dripped down his chin. You were mewling, grinding your hips up, trying to get more friction. A bit more and you would get there. He relinquished his hold on you, moving just out of reach. He looked up at you from between your legs.
    “Sam…Sam please.” You begged, for what you weren’t sure. But you needed it, needed something. You swallowed anxiously.
“Do you want to cum?” He asked breathlessly.
 You nodded vigorously.
“Say it.” He demanded.
You pouted, your lower lip trembling. It was dirty. Embarrassment colored your cheeks a light pink.
He leaned back into you, “You. taste. so. good.” each word was punctuated with a light kiss to your clitoris.

“Unnnh Sam,” You breathed grinding down against his face.

“Mmmmm….” He hummed against your aching flesh. The vibrations only made you wetter at your core.

He licked your pussy from entrance to clit, tracing another tight circle around the small bundle of nerves.

“Oooh God.” You murmurred looking down into his mesmerizing hazel eyes.

He kissed your inner thigh, nipping gently at your skin.

“You want more, baby?” He asked his voice husky with arousal, hands pinning you down against the mattress.

You nodded getting even more turned on by the sound of his voice.

“Then, say it.” Sam growled. It did things to you, that primal edge to his voice.

“I want to cum.” You mumbled.


“I want to cum, please!” You tried again.
“Good girl.”
You cried out as he took your clit between his lips and sucked, hard. Better than in any romance novel you’d ever read. Better than the decadent chocolate cake your friend had sworn was “orgasmic.” A pleasure so intense it blacked out your vision as it wracked through your body. It sent every nerve ending aflame in ecstasy. It was a delicious burn that died out much more slowly than it came, leaving a feeling of complete satisfaction in its wake.
Sam kissed the inside of your thigh and crawled up over you. He took your breath in a lingering kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He pushed the front of his boxers down just low enough to free his erection. You were afraid. It was both long and thick, bigger than what you had imagined. Mistake. You had made a huge mistake. It was time to come clean. You started to speak, but before you could utter a single syllable, the head of his cock was pushing into your cunt. It was a strange feeling, having something foreign suddenly stretching you from the inside. Panic caused your body to tense. A wave of pain rolled through your cervix. You released the air from your lungs. It sounded like you had been punched in the gut and felt like it too.
    You didn’t have to ask him to stop. Sam noticed your discomfort immediately. He held still above you, freezing mid-action.
“Y/n? A-are you okay?” He asked his voice strained.
“Aaah hurts. It-it hurts.” You admitted wincing.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me…” He started to pull out, but you stopped him.

“Don’t! Don’t move.”
He furrowed his brow in confusion.
“I…I’ve never done this before.” You said through clenched teeth.
   Leaning down onto his forearms, he gazed lovingly into your eyes. “Y/n, look at me. Do you trust me?” He spoke calmly, hazel eyes full of warmth and understanding.
“Then listen to me, the more relaxed you are, the less it will hurt. Don’t focus on the pain, focus on me.”
You nodded keeping your eyes on his. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. His lips molded to yours tenderly. The tip of his tongue traced a line across the crevice between your lips and you parted them. Your tongues met, tangling and untangling in a leisurely kiss. Moving carefully, he reached up and unhooked the silk cord from the headboard. He unbound your wrists and tossed the length of rope like material onto the floor. Taking your hands in his, he massaged your wrists. Sam pressed sweet kisses to the insides of your wrists then placed your hands on his shoulders. You ran your palms down his chest. His toned body was firm to the touch. You ran your finger tips down his stomach, reveled in the hitch in his breath.
“You’re perfect.” You whispered, your eyes on his chiseled chest.
“Far from.” He protested taking in a shakey breath.
You wanted to disagree, but his lips were kissing and nibbling at your neck.
Your hands continued their exploration of his body. Sam breathed low and heavy against your collarbone. You trembled.
“S-sam” you all but moaned.
His heavy lidded gaze told you everything you needed to know. He was every bit as ready as you were.

His hips pressed gently forward pushing him a little deeper into you. You gasped a little at the fullness, but there was little pain. A dull stinging sensation. Nothing more. He gave you a moment to adjust, then he sank deeper into you.
He looked down at you questioningly and you nodded. He pulled slowly out of you. The natural wetness of your arousal grew, making it easier for his cock to slide in and out of your tight cunt.
Sam thrust fully into you. You gasped lightly at the feeling of his cock inside you.
“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes.” You assured him, holding onto his biceps as he began to set a pace.

His cock slid in and out of you more easily now. His hips moving towards yours and away at just the right angle. A feeling built inside of you. A fervent feeling of want. It was a kin to what you’d experienced when he was eating you out, but even more urgent. The length of his cock dragged against your walls as he entered and withdrew. The pleasure scattered your thoughts until there was nothing more, but him and you. A heady buzz growing in your womb as he moved.
  Sam groaned as your walls began to clench around his shaft. The hunger for fullfillment becoming need. His thrusting was now less controlled. You lifted your hips up off the mattress meeting his every thrust.
“Unnnh oh, oh Sam” You moaned as the pressure built.
 He snapped his hips roughly in to you. His pelvis grazing your clitoris with ever motion.
“Aaaah, aaah mmm… Sam ” Enraptured by  the sudden sensation of ultimate bliss. Your second orgasm showered you in an abundance of euphoric joy.
 Sam followed soon after, your name rolling off his tongue in a litany of adoration.
     The two of you lay there in each others arms. Your love for each other finally laid bare.  The looming ghost of a once dark future vanquished by the bright potential of your love.

Fuck, I love you

a/n: another request. Hope you guys like it. Also, a little bit of smut, it’s not the best, but please enjoy.


Sammy and I had been a ‘thing’ for about 4 months now I think? I’ve known Sammy all my life, being neighbors back in Omaha. Growing up next to each other, we became best friends. We would tell each other anything. Like how I had a crush on Evan, or how Sammy lost his virginity freshmen year to one of Emily’s friends he took to prom. Literally everything.

Then he moved out to LA, and I was really popular on youtube, so I ended up moving out there and in with my friend Andrea. So I still saw Sammy and everyone else regularly. Still really good friends with everyone, always hanging out and all kinds of stuff.

But then on New Years, we were all at the boys’ house, of course partying. One drink after another, and another and another I was drunk. And according to Andrea, Sammy and I were all over each other that night, groping, making out, and she said she was pretty sure she could tell Sammy was fingering me in the middle of everyone else. And yeah, I do remember most of this stuff, I was drunk, not completely trashed, ya know?

But in our defense, it was very very crowded, and we didn’t think we’d be caught. So after he fucking fingered me in the middle of the room surrounded by like 50+ people, we snuck off to his room and ended up having sex, at like 11ish, and then after that we did it again at like midnight and then at like 4 in the morning.

Not waking up until like 3 the next afternoon, we talked about it, and we’ve just been basically friends with benefits ever since? Except we’re breaking like every rule of friends with benefits. Like, not actually be friends with the person, when we’ve known each other for years, because that leads to rule number two, no feelings.

And I’d say we were breaking that one, or at least, I think I am. Although we never said we liked each other, it showed. We did stuff normal ‘friends with benefits’ didn’t. Like you’re not supposed to go out on dates, or really hang out, or cuddle or anything like that, just purely sex, yet here Sammy and I are. Going out to dinner, the movies, the beach, always cuddling. Just everything you shouldn’t do when you’re friends with benefits, Sammy and I did.

We just never talked about being exclusive or anything like that. We had fun together, and that’s what it was mostly all about. Neither one of us wanting to tell the other how we truly feel. So yeah, I always questioned if he really liked me or had any feelings towards me, because I think a tiny pinch of me, had developed feelings for him. And I was just afraid to say anything because what if he really didn’t feel the same way? Yeah all our dinners and hanging out and shit, we did that before we started having sex, so maybe he’s just doing it because that’s always been what we do.

So here I was, currently in my bed, at me and Andrea’s place just overthinking it all. She had gone out with some of her friends, leaving me home alone. Not that I minded, I was invited, but I was exhausted and just really wanted to relax, and it was only mid-afternoon.

I decided I should probably do something instead of sleep all day, so I ordered a pizza and did some laundry waiting for it to arrive. When it did, I took the pizza and a bottle of wine to the bathroom, making myself a bath with a bath bomb, turning on the radio and just relaxing. I mean, what’s better than a hot Jacuzzi tub, wine and pizza?

Of course I had my phone and shit, so when Sammy texted me I wasn’t surprised at all. I mean, we were friends and talked all the time, we also just happened to have sex…a lot.

From Wilk: hey babygirl, what are you doing?

To Wilk: just hanging out. Why?

From Wilk: I’m coming over. All the boys are out and I’m bored as hell at home.

To Wilk: okay, well just let yourself in, you know where the key is.

From Wilk: alright, see ya in a few ma (;

I got out of the bath, taking my pizza box to my room, turning on my tv while I got dressed. Throwing on a tank top and some booty shorts Dillon let me have to ‘test out the product’ before he put them out for sale. I had just taken my hair out of it’s bun when I heard my front door open and close.

I heard Sammy’s voice call out “Daddy’s home” as he entered my house.

“in here.” I called out from my room.

“mmmm, damn babygirl.” Sammy spoke from my doorway, causing me to turn around to see his eyes glued to my ass.

“smooth Wilk, such a gentleman.” I laughed, holding my pizza box and raising my brow at him, and then nodding towards my bed.

Sammy smiled, removing his shirt and climbing into bed, only in his joggers, patting the spot next to him with a creepy grin on his face. “come to daddy.” He said, and I couldn’t help but laugh, climbing in next to him.

Sammy immediately pulled me into him as we rested the pizza box on our legs. We ate pizza and watched Netflix, and of course I had my wine, which I let Sammy have some of.

We had just finished the wine and the pizza, Sammy throwing the pizza box on the floor. Focusing back on the movie that was playing. Some romantic comedy Sammy picked out.

And I was trying to actually watch the movie. Cuddling with Sammy and just absentmindedly tracing shapes on his chest, tracing his abs and his v-line. And Sammy was running his hand along my side, giving me goosebumps.

Sammy then turned his head, doing this thing that he knew turned me on. He started by licking my neck, slowly up to my ear, and then he started breathing in my ear, his lips so close I could just barely feel them, and then he would bite them. It was so weird, but him doing this instantly got me a little wet.

I was laying flat on my back now, and Sammy was on his side. Kissing my neck and breathing in my ear, making my breathing uneasy, Sammy slipped his hand into my pants. He started rubbing his finger over my panties, teasing me.

“babygirl, you’re so wet already.” Sammy whispered, making me moan a little. I needed him, so bad. Sammy smirked, slipping his hand into my panties, toying with my folds. Rubbing hard on my clit, making me arch my back and moan out.

“Sammy” I moaned out.

“hmm babygirl?” he hummed on my neck as he slipped two fingers into me without any warning.

“mm fuck.” I breathed out. Little moans coming from me as he curled his fingers up inside me.

Sammy removed his fingers, taking off my shorts, panties, tank top and bra, leaving me completely naked, and removed his joggers and boxers, leaving him naked as well.

He smiled at me as he aligned himself with my dripping opening. I could feel his tip barely in me, teasing me.

“Sammy” I whined, raising my hips.

He leaned down and captured my lips, my hands going to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.

Then I felt him push into me, all the way, making me arch my back and moan into the kiss. Sammy smiled and waited, letting me adjust to him. When I relaxed a bit he started to move.

As his tongue explored the depths of my mouth he started moving slowly. Slow and deep, causing me to moan out, and I pulled back from Sammy’s kiss, to moan out.

Sammy’s lips went to my neck, and my hands to his shoulder blades, my nails digging into his shoulder blades at he started to pick up his pace.

“S-Sammy.” I breathed out as he started to thrust faster and harder, my bed squeaking.

“hmm babygirl?” he groaned. His voice was raspy and he pulled up to look at me. Looking in my eyes he smirked, knowing what I wanted.

He started to slam into me, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back into me. Getting deeper with each thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together, and the wet noise coming from him completely fucking the shit out of me, along with our moans filled the room. I was screaming his name, barely audible over the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.

I felt a warmth growing in my core, and I reached down to toy with my clit. The intense pleasure of Sammy pounding into me, and the pleasure I got from rubbing my clit I was a mess. I clenched around Sammy, causing him to groan out which almost did it for me.

“Sa-Sammy I’m close.” I cried out, arching my back. My legs were shaking as Sammy moaned out, which did it for me. I screamed as I released all over Sammy. Unable to hold on any longer. Sammy was close, I could tell when his thrusts started getting sloppier. His breathing was uneven, and he moaned out, finally reaching his climax and releasing inside me.

Sammy pulled out and collapsed next to me. His eyes were closed and his breathing was uneven.

“fuck” he breathed before continuing. “I love you.” And then his eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped.

He turned and looked at me, panic written all over his face. I was just as shocked as he was, if not more. I mean, my best friend just told me he loves me.

I rolled over, straddling him and caught his lips with mine. He didn’t respond until a few seconds later, probably shocked as to what the hell was going on. I pulled back, resting my forehead against his and smiling at him.

“I love you too Sammy.”

When you just know you’re going to have sex with someone and you’re a Virgo and you’re like:

Okay are we going to have sex or not? Like, lets pick a time and a day so we can both shower. Well more like YOU should shower, because GERMS and DIRT, and I can clean my place and make sure everything is PERFECT. And like do you want to get something to eat after and stay over because I really would like to put this in my schedule? And I should probably do my laundry so I can wear that bra. And ya know you should shave a little ya know everywhere and wear that cologne I like. And yeeeaah… You look super sexy today ;)

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Summary: Some days, they were at each other’s throats. Some days, they were pulling pranks together and then trying to pin the blame on the cat when they got caught. Some days, they just couldn’t see eye-to-eye. But no matter what, they always watched out for each other. It was, after all, what siblings did.

Rating: T because there’s a surgery scene and things get a little… squishy. 
Pairing: n/a, Himawari and Boruto sibling bonding
Prompt: Love all your arts and fics. Can you write about BoruHima bonding? There’s not much fics about their brosis relationship. Im looking forward from you. Thanks in advance. R

AN: Anon, thank you for the wonderful request and I’m sorry it took so long for me to write this. Thanks to alabasterink for letting me borrow some of her headcanons and a special shoutout to my brother, the biggest butthead I know and the one who taught me the horrors and wonders of having a sibling. 
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Hinata hummed as she firmly moulded a rice ball in her hands, taking extra care to wrap the rice evenly around the red bean filling paste in the center. She shaped it into a soft triangle and wrapped a piece of seaweed around it before adding it to a plate topped with more rice balls.

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Malec One Shot: The Perfect Proposal

Prompt: Magnus asks the gang for help proposing to Alec.

The moment Magnus learned that Alec was going to Idris with his parents for a few days in order to attend a meeting, he had rallied everyone together. Clary, Jace, Simon, and Isabelle stand around him now, and he looks at them expectantly.

“You’re proposing?” Isabelle says delightedly, a smile stretching across her face.

“Indeed. How do you think I should do it?” Magnus asks, and then, “Simon?”

Simon looks surprised. “You’re asking me for advice?”

“Of course. I mean, you’ve been there.” Magnus gestures at the wedding rings on Simon’s and Isabelle’s hands. “You must have some useful tips.”

“I didn’t even really plan it. We just flew a motorcycle and I asked her when we landed,” Simon replies.

Isabelle looks wistful. “We haven’t ridden it in awhile.”

“I know,” Simon sighs. “Let’s do it tonight.”

“Stay focused,” Magnus says.

“You could always do the romantic restaurant and cheesy gesture like in the movies,” Jace suggests.

Magnus shakes his head. “I hate that cliché.”

“Maybe just a nice dinner at home?” Clary chimes in. “Flowers, perhaps?”

“Some people like to reenact their first date. Or the first time they met,” Simon says noncommittally.

“Splendid. I’ll propose in the middle of a demon pack,” Magnus replies. “This is so difficult!” He adds, exasperated.

“Listen,” Isabelle says. “You really don’t need to stress about this so much. Alec isn’t a complicated guy, so you don’t need to turn this into a fucking event or something. He’s as crazy about you as you are about him, and believe me, it’s sickening to watch, but he doesn’t need something big or spectacular. You could ask him while you’re making breakfast or doing laundry and he’d be the happiest person on earth.”

Magnus takes a breath. “I just want it to be a perfect proposal.”

“It will be,” Isabelle says. “Because it will come from you. That’s all that will matter to him.”

“She’s right,” a new voice suddenly says. Everyone whirls around to find Alec standing in the doorway.

“Alec!” Magnus exclaims.

“Sorry,” Alec says. “I probably should have walked away and pretended I didn’t hear anything. The meeting with the Clave was cancelled.” A smile is dancing on his lips. “What’s this about a proposal?”

“Damn it,” Magnus says quietly. He had considered a thousand different outcomes, but not that Alec would find out about the whole thing before it even started.

“I really am sorry,” Alec says then, looking a little worried.

“It’s alright, Alec. I just… wanted it to be a surprise.”

“It was. Twenty seconds ago I had no idea you were planning on proposing. So I’m fairly surprised.”

Magnus makes an amused noise. “Whatever you say.”

“And Izzy is right. I don’t care about the time or the place. All that matters is you.”

Magnus knows he’s blushing, and can’t stop.

“I mean, you can ask me right here. I wouldn’t mind,” Alec says, opening his arms like an invitation.

“Alexander, I am not proposing to you in the kitchen of the Institute.”

Alec sighs. “Okay then. Come on.” He grabs Magnus’s hand and starts pulling him out of the Institute.

“Where are we going?” Magnus asks as they step outside.

“You’re too stressed out about this. So I’ll make the decision for you.”

They get into a car, and Alec drives until they arrive at the church where they shared their first kiss. Then they step out of the car. “This is where I realized I was in love with you,” he says simply. “Like I said, I don’t care about the time or place, but if I had to choose, it would be right here, right now. So ask me now or I will do it.”

Magnus immediately presses their lips together. “Alexander Lightwood,” he whispers, their breaths mingling, “will you marry me?”

Alec smiles. “Would I have dragged you all the way here if the answer wasn’t yes?”

Magnus laughs.

“And now you don’t need to worry,” Alec continues. “This really was the perfect proposal.”


Summary: Things are usually fun and games for Jongdae, but you manage to bring him back to earth every now and then.
Member: Jongdae x Reader
Type: Fluff-ish/ Rich Games spin-off scenario
Length: 1,693 Words

This was requested a long time ago, but I didn’t want to write a spin off scenario for Rich Games before the story was actually done. Anyways, I hope you guys like this scenario <3

-Admin Kat

Originally posted by beastdw

“(Y/N)!” You heard your name called even before you stepped into the large house. You let out a sigh, tired from the long day you already had at school. The last thing you needed was to hear Mrs. Kim calling you from indoors. You took a deep breath, grabbing your bag from the backseat of your beat-up Volkswagen Golf and slammed the door shut. You figured she had heard you pulling up to the service entrance, and since your car stuttered loudly, it was clear that you were not Jongdae.

You started up the steps of the service door and went straight to the bathroom, changing out of your public school uniform and into your work uniform. It wasn’t a sexy maid outfit or anything crude like that, but sometimes you wish it was at least a little flattering. You stared at yourself in the crisp black dress pants and black button down shirt. The shirt was loose on you and made you look almost boyish. You pulled your hair back into a tight ponytail. Just as you finished getting ready, you heard the dragon lady calling your name once again.

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anonymous asked:

Sans wets the bed and ask papyrus to sleep in his? Maybe came home from drinking at grillbys and crashed in bed before using the bathroom.

Alrighty then, here’s what I wrote.

“Mmhrrnn….What’s so wet that I’m laying on… I don’t remember bringing anything to drink in here lately..” Said a groggy skeleton as he woke up. The small skeleton sat up as he tried to figure out what he was laying in that had made his clothes and bed wet, then he noticed a hint of a certain smell present in the air. ‘No…did I… Don’t tell me I seriously wet the bed… ugh, must of drank too much at Grillby’s…’ Sans thought to himself, then started to get off the bed, pulling the sheets off the bed and balling them up and just leaving them in the middle, ‘I’ll take care of these later… my head is pounding too much to do it right now, I just wanna get back to sleep.’ he thought to himself, ‘For now…I guess I’ll just change clothes and see if Papyrus will let me sleep with him.’ The short skeleton went over to his dresser and started to undress himself, leaving his clothes in a pile in front of the dresser once they were off and pulling new one out from the dresser drawers and putting them on. Once Sans got some new clothes on he walked towards the door leading out of his room and walked to Papyrus’ door down the hall, which as usual, was unlocked. Opening the door quietly Sans stepped in and closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, then tiptoed his way over to Papyrus’ bed where the taller skeleton was sleeping. Sans poked his sleeping brother a little, “Pap, hey Pap, wake up.”  Sans whispered as he poked his brother, who woke up after a bit of poking. After sitting up the taller skeleton looked at the clock next to his bed,  then back at Sans with a half annoyed, half asleep look, “Sans it’s two in the morning,what could you possibly want at this time of night.” Papyrus said, obviously not very happy about being woken up in the middle of the night. Sans gave a slight shrug, “Just wanted to know if I could sleep in here, I uh..sorta spilled some ketchup on my bed and now its too messy to sleep in.” Sans said, coming up with excuse for why he wanted to sleep in his brothers bed. Papyrus let out a sigh, “See this is why you’re not allowed to have ketchup in your room anymore, fine you can sleep in here tonight, just let me get back to sleep.” He said while laying back down,obviously wanting to go back to sleep, listening as Sans climbed into his bed and got under the blankets and went sleep.

The next morning Papyrus woke up, before Sans, as the small skeleton was still asleep in the taller skeletons bed, curled up in the blankets. Papyrus smiled as he looked at his sleeping brother, then got out of bed and left his bedroom, and went to Sans’, planning on cleaning up the ketchup Sans said he had spilled. Only, there was no ketchup to be seen, unless it was inside the balled up sheets on his brothers bed. 'What is the smell?’ Papyrus thought to himself as he noticed a strange smell in the air, 'It smells like… did Sans… did he wet the bed?“ Papyrus asked himself as he walked over to Sans’ bed where the smell was even more noticeable. 'There’s no doubt about it, these sheets are obviously soaked with something.’  Papyrus picked up the ball of wet stuff from Sans’ bed. “I’ll just wash these for him…” Papyrus said to himself and started to carry the sheets out of the room, when he noticed a pile of clothes on the floor, 'And these too.’ he thought as he picked up the clothes and added them to what he was carrying and left the room and went to the laundry room, where he put the stuff in the washer and started it up. “There we go, now I think I shall make some breakfast.” Papyrus said out loud to himself and went to the kitchen to do just that.
Shortly after Papyrus started to cook some food for breakfast, Sans began to wake up, and noticed that Papyrus was no longer in the bed. 'Looks like Paps is already up, smells like hes making breakfast too.’ Sans thought to himself, then started to lay back down when he remembered something, 'Ugh…I should probably take care of those sheets before Papyrus finds them.’ Sans sat back up and got out of Papyrus’ bed and started making his way to his own room, where he noticed that the ball of sheets were no longer on his bed. “W-what?! Where is my stuff?!” Sans asked out loud, looking around the room and seeing no sign of the ball of sheets that used to be on his bed.
“Sans! are you up?! I’ve made breakfast!” Sans heard Papyrus yell from the kitchen, and started making his way there.  In the kitchen he found Papyrus sitting at the table with a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table, and another plate of less pancakes in front of him. “Oh you’re actually up, I was not expecting you to be up already, I was sure I was going to have to come up there and get you out of bed myself.” Papyrus said when he saw Sans enter the kitchen. The smaller skeleton looked at his younger brother with a slightly nervous look and spoke, “Y-yeah I’m up I guess…Um do you happen to know where my sheets went?” Sans asked, wondering if Papyrus had already found them and found the real reason of why the small skeleton wanted to sleep in the taller’s bed last night. Papyrus nodded, “Yes Sans, I woke up awhile ago and decided I would wash the ketchup off your stuff for you, strange thing though, I didn’t see any ketchup on them. But they did smell rather strange, care to explain that?” Papyrus asked Sans, wanting to hear what he had to say about what he found, but all the shorter skeleton could do was stutter out “U-uh, u-um, well y-you see u-um…-”, Papyrus interrupted his stuttering, “You wet the bed didn’t you? It’s ok Sans, you can tell me, I won’t think any less of you.” Papyrus told the small skeleton, who looked down at his feet in embarrassment as he said “Y-yes… I might have…” Papyrus smiled,  and got up and went to comfort the other skeleton with a hug, “See? Now was that very hard to tell me? I’ve already thrown your stuff in the washer so how about we enjoy these pancakes and then you can go take a shower, sound good?” Papyrus asked Sans, who nodded at him, “Y-yeah, sounds like a plan.” He said, and the two of them walked over to the table and began to eat the breakfast Papyrus had made.


Favorite Record (road trip au) - chapter 14

Summary: They have an old beat up Thunderbird convertible, twelve thousand dollars between them, and no destination in mind. This could very much be the worst decision both of them have ever made.

Words: 7k



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spent a good portion of the day doing laundry and, instead of working on homework like i should have been, marathoning Harry Potter movies and poking at this. it’s certainly a thing. dammit Arthur’s head might still be too big, and i’m probably going to make Lewis smaller later. he’s, like, ten feet tall right now compared to Arthur and Vivi. it’s ridiculous. 

Minky & I collaborated on those Valentine’s cards.  I think they turned out pretty decently.  Also, the place that I was looking at for Valentine’s Day dinner does not take reservations, just walk-ins, and said it should not be an issue - the menu is nommy and our schedule is not too fixed so I am leaning towards just chancing it and waiting if we have to, thoughts?  Update on the to-do’s (because I know you all are wondering):

  • Pick up Minky from daycare.
  • Head to Target to do a couple little errands, including stuff for daycare Valentines.
  • Grocery shop.
  • Make Valentine’s Day dinner reservations (thinking yummy looking Indian/Nepalese place?)
  • Make some dinner (probably something quick).
  • Put the little duder to bed.
  • Dishes x10.
  • Move some more laundry through.
  • See if I have energy left for any more house reorganization (likely: no).
  • Bedtime by 10pm? Aiming for it, I need to get myself going to bed a little earlier again.
Secret Santa - sns xmas

Merry Christmas @narusasunaruheadcanons, I’m your secret santa! I went with your prompt “sick bby looked after by caring bby during the Christmas holidays (either boy; sniffles and a red nose pls!)”, hope you like it! <333


Heaving a sigh, Sasuke dropped the dishes back into the sink and dried his hands, sparing a look at the clock in the kitchen. Naruto had slept for all of one hour and twenty minutes. A baby would be easier to take care of.


“What,” he asked as soon as he reached the doorway to the bedroom, turning on the lights but feeling slightly bad when Naruto groaned in pain and shielded his eyes with an arm. “You alright?”

“If I was alright I wouldn’t be lying in bed, would I?” Naruto sniffled, apparently feeling just as sorry for himself as he did before falling asleep.

Sitting down on the chair placed next to their bed, Sasuke leaned his head in one hand and heaved a sigh. Naruto was never sick, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him that when he was, he acted like the whiniest little shit ever.

“You’ll be fine if you sleep it off,” he tried, but of course Naruto was only able to sleep like the dead on mornings when he needed to get up early.

“But but, Sasukeeee, what if I’m dying?”

“You’re not dying, idiot.”

“I feel like I am.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

Naruto pouted at him, then coughed a few times. Sure, he did have a cough, but this time it sounded suspiciously fake.

“If I die,” Naruto started, voice quivering slightly as he tried to look brave (but mostly just came off as silly), “You can have all my video games.”

Biting back a groan, Sasuke ran a tired hand over his face.

“We’re married, I’d already get them you moron.”

“Oh. Right.”

Naruto contemplated this for a while, frowning as he shifted impatiently. Then his mouth spread in a cheeky grin, his face slightly flushed from the fever and his nose decidedly red and irritated.

“Sasuke, we’re married.”

“Yes,” Sasuke sighed.

“That means you like me.”

Even the deadpan look on Sasuke’s face couldn’t stop the sniffling blond from poking his leg and laughing obnoxiously.

“You are so gay, Sasuke.”

Sasuke was starting to wonder if Naruto hadn’t just gotten drunk behind his back, or if he was the type to get delirious from a light fever.

“And you’re sick and should sleep.”

Immediately, Naruto whined again, curling up into a pathetic ball and sending him his best puppy eyes.

“I can’t sleep alone,” he tried, picking at Sasuke’s pyjama pants and sniffling for good measure.

“I have things to do.”

“Like what.”

“Cleaning up, doing laundry, preparing something for you to eat tomorrow since you probably won’t be able to do it yourself.”

Chewing on his lips, Naruto kept rubbing his fingers all over Sasuke’s knee, pulling at a loose strand sticking out from the fabric.

“Do you really need to work tomorrow?” he asked, looking every bit as pathetic as he sounded.

“What, you want me to call them and say I need to take a day off to nurture my sick child?”

Naruto slapped his knee at that, giving him a hurt look.

“You’re being mean,” he complained.

“I’m being realistic.”

After a coughing fit (real this time), Naruto wiped his nose and groaned.

“I can’t believe I’m sick during the Christmas break,” he muttered, voice hoarse from the coughing. “Why does this always happen to me.”

Biting back a comment that this was pretty much the first time Naruto had been sick for more than a day, Sasuke instead stood up so he could get back to work.

“Nooo,” Naruto whined, grabbing his hand. “Don’t leave me, please?”

“I have things to do.”

“Yeah, you have to cuddle me.”

Sasuke stared at him, not exactly wanting to get out of this particular task but also not wanting to stay up late and fix everything else.

“Just until I fall asleep?” Naruto begged, lower lip trembling and tugging pathetically at Sasuke’s hand.

“Fine,” Sasuke conceded, and Naruto happily scooted towards the middle of the bed. “But you’ll have to fall asleep fast.”

Lying down on his side, he opened up his arms for Naruto to snuggle against him, face buried against his chest.

“Mm, you’re a good husband,” Naruto purred, relaxing in his hold. “I feel so much better already.”

“Alright, I get it. Now try and get some sleep. And don’t get snot on me.”

Naruto let out a noise of disagreement, but soon his breathing evened out as Sasuke gently rubbed his back. Even after he was sure the other man had fallen asleep, Sasuke stayed for a little while, lost in thought as he combed through slightly damp hair. When Naruto let out a little snore and shifted in his arms, he smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Sleep well, sunshine,” he whispered, untangling himself as carefully as he could.

Turning off the lights, he paused in the doorway for a few seconds, watching Naruto move around a little to find a new sleeping position. As whiny as his husband could be sometimes, Sasuke loved him with all his heart.

But still. He could hurry up and get back to health so Sasuke didn’t have to do all the housework they’d been putting off by himself.

Aiko in Canon pt 8

This au is a monstrosity and it should be stopped. Here, have about 7000 more words instead. Basically, Aiko and Utakata bitch at each other a lot and criticize pretty much everyone including Pakkun, a rock, and some greenery.

“She can’t have been a shinobi.” Sasuke-teme crossed his arms. “Naruto and I saw her nearly faint after walking two miles with a moderately heavy basket. That’s not a kunoichi.” He sounded almost offended by the suggestion.

Naruto raised his hand and gripped his hair, feeling lost.

‘Teme’s got a point. But Kakashi-sensei seems sure.’

“She faked it,” Kakashi-sensei said bluntly. “Or something else was going on. This isn’t up for debate. I knew she was a shinobi the instant I saw her. Besides, she admitted it.”

Teme closed his mouth. That was hard to argue with. Sakura-chan looked down at her hands, a line creased between her brows.

‘Hikari-san didn’t seem like a bad person.’

Sakura-chan twisted her hands and made a small, confused kind of grunty sound. Her eyes were wide. “Eh, sensei? But she- Hikari-san helped a lot. She took care of you, and-”

“Yes, thank you,” Kakashi-sensei interrupted hastily. His shoulders jerked up towards his ears. “I have taken that into consideration. Sakura, I am not saying that Hikari-san is a bad person. That doesn’t mean we can trust her. If she comes around again, I expect you all to act accordingly.”

Naruto huffed, crossing his arms. Then he uncrossed them and stuck his hands in his pockets because he didn’t want to slouch like Sasuke-teme about this. “Hey sensei, why’d she lie?” he demanded. “Did she think we wouldn’t like her if we knew she was a ninja? I wouldn’t care.”

“Idiot,” Sasuke-teme said. “You should care. She’s not a Konoha ninja. She’s not our friend.”

“Yes, she is,” Naruto rejected. “Sakura-chan agrees with me, right?”

Their teammate took a step back and held up her palms, eyes darting between the two of them. “I-uh-”

“You don’t think she’s a bad ninja!” Naruto pushed, victorious. “I know you don’t. You like Hikari-san because she told you to yell at us and-”

“Baka!” Sakura-chan yelled, making a fist. Red rose in her cheeks at an alarming rate. “I don’t yell at you.” She lunged across the clearing and jammed her fist against his skull.

Kakashi-sensei’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t stop his female student.

Naruto whined and rubbed at the spot, but he was grinning. Sakura-chan was so playful.

Sasuke-teme had taken a prudent step back and to the side, putting sensei in between him and Sakura-chan.

“Right.” Kakashi-sensei put a hand on his face, muffling his next words. “Sakura, stop tormenting your teammates. Naruto, don’t antagonize Sakura. It’s not good for your health.”

Looking belligerent, Sakura-chan crossed her hands behind her back. But she didn’t say anything.

“I don’t antagonize anything,” Naruto protested, giving his teacher his full attention. “Ne, sensei-”

“We’re done with this,” Kakashi-sensei interrupted flatly like the jerk he was. His hand fell to his hip, twitching towards his pervert book.

He could just feel Sasuke-teme smirking. Bastard. Naruto bristled.

‘He thinks he’s so smart. Well, he didn’t know that Hikari-san was infiltrating us either. I don’t know what he’s so damn smug about.’

“I want to know what you three remember about counter-infiltration,” Kakashi-sensei said. He looked at Sakura-chan.

Sakura-chan opened her mouth to answer, but Sasuke-teme beat her to it.

“Enough to know that this isn’t infiltration.” He lifted his chin. “Infiltration is an attempt to destabilize an opposing force from the inside. But Hikari-san isn’t exactly behind our lines. We’re not even in Fire Country. If she’s infiltrating Wave Country, that’s not our problem,” teme dismissed scathingly.

“Unless you think she’s working for Gato?” Sakura-chan sounded shocked. “She’s not infiltrating Konoha, but she could be infiltrating us.”

“Good thought. But if she was, I’d be dead.” Kakashi-sensei paused. “Probably. I don’t see why she would allow me to live, but I don’t know her objectives.” He scratched at his jawline.

“Then why are we letting her come back?” Naruto demanded. “Either she’s nice or she’s not. I don’t see why you have to make this so complicated.”

“Maa…” Kakashi-sensei stuffed his hands in his pockets. “She claims that she grew up in Wave Country. If that’s true, then she probably isn’t our enemy. We’re going to investigate those claims before we say anything and risk frightening our clients.” He sighed. “Sakura?”

“We’ll have to go into town,” Sakura-chan answered promptly. “Tsunami-san could be lying for Hikari-san for some reason. But she wouldn’t be able to convince everyone. If we can find people who knew her when she was little, she’s probably telling the truth.”

“We should find her house, too!” Naruto bounced on his heels. “It’s probably not too far away.”

“That’s a stupid idea. How would we recognize it?” Sasuke-teme sneered. “Will she have her name on the front door?”

“No!” Idiot. Naruto scowled, because it was so obvious, duh. “It’ll be the one with a broken washer.” At the uncomprehending stares, he added, “She had Tsunami-san do her laundry, remember? If she’s really all sneaky and stuff she probably wouldn’t do something that weird for no reason. I bet her washer really is broken. If it was the dryer, she’d just hang everything up. So it has to be the washer.”

“Wait, what?” Kakashi-sensei gave him an odd look. “Are you suggesting we just break into houses and try to run laundry until we find one-”

“Yepp!” Naruto said, at the same time that Sakura-chan mumbled, “It’s not the worst idea.” He beamed at her. She looked away.

Sasuke-teme rolled his eyes.

Buoyed by his teammate’s approval, Naruto put his hands on his hips. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go counter infiltrate Hikari-san!”

Kakashi-sensei sighed, very quietly and very sadly. But Sasuke-teme started walking. Sakura-chan bit her lip and glanced between the two of them, but she decided on Sasuke-teme.

“Hey, wait up!” She hurried after the bastard’s heels.

“Why am I getting left behind?” Naruto scowled, and started running. “Oy, it was my idea! Teme! Teme!”

The clearing overlooking a lake was quiet, until all traces of an injured Jounin and his soggy genin were gone. A voice rose before anyone was visible.

“Hatake-san is not as observant as I had feared.” From her vantage point, Aiko could see that Utakata’s face was impassive, but his eyes were hard.

‘Kakashi probably knew. My genjutsu isn’t that great without using the Rinnegan. But he’d expect me to watch him anyway.’

Aiko tried not to shrug or look particularly knowledgeable about the abilities of specific Konoha nin. “He might have been pretending not to notice us,” she warned mildly. She let go of the genjutsu hiding them and inhaled deeply, enjoying one last reprieve from the muggier air below tree level. Then she tensed her muscles and leapt out from under the boughs.

The thirty feet to the ground passed in a moment. She landed on a rock, flexing her toes. Sure, she was Konoha raised, but that didn’t mean she really enjoyed clinging precariously to the parts of trees thin enough to move in the wind.

Utakata followed a moment later, touching down on the pond surface instead. “Hmm.” Utakata crossed his arms, but still his sleeves pulled in the wind.

Down on the ground level, it was unpleasantly apparent that a hot, wet breeze was pulling off the sea. It was like standing in someone’s salty breath.

“Perhaps. Do you intend to let Zabuza deal with the Konoha team?”

Aiko shot him a dry look, but she didn’t respond verbally.

That question was a trap, wasn’t it? If she said no, then the implication was that she didn’t mind letting children die. If she said yes, then she was interfering with the operations of a shinobi with whom Utakata had already negotiated a cessation of hostilities.

‘I can’t win with this guy.’

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