#samo fluff

[momotorin]

shared blankets (but we'll be sleeping on different beds)

nerd!momo x campus crush!sana | fluff, smut | men dni!

thank you so much for @jeongmosimp 's amazing request and idea (p.s: sorry it took so long but here it is!)

in the first week of university, momo, in her thickly rimmed glasses, goes up to the room assigned to her.

god, it hurt her ears as 'lovefool' by the cardigans was on full blast, by some shitty speaker as it was rumbling the ground with its bass.

she sighs, knocking— goes on for once, twice, until she opens the door with her left hand, sneakily going in the room.

momo finds a figure, dancing with all her heart. the girl; hair tied up nicely with a pink hair tie, in a tank top, and the shortest shorts she's ever seen. momo stands on the doorframe in utter shock, some sort of a star struck daze, perhaps, as she assumed that the woman only comes from her dreams.

the song comes to an end, and suddenly all is silent, the woman in front of momo sighs.

"AH!" the woman says in shock, finding momo and her luggage, standing just right there— hands in pockets, eyes staring right at her.

"oh, um," momo quickly reached out for the keys she was given with and dangles it in front of her face. "1129?"

sana stands still for a while, trying to recollect what she had done in the past minute that might've been embarrassing, as this was literally: "oh, roommate, right," she laughs awkwardly, as she ditches the broom to make way and accommodate her future (cute) roommate. "come right in," she says. "sorry if i..."

the other girl chuckles, "don't worry about it."

"well- um," sana leads her right in, going to the common area of the room. "your room's on the left."

"thanks," the other girl smiles. oh good heavens, how this woman saves. "um, i’m momo," she reaches out for her hand, asking for a handshake. who was sana to deny? "i study aeronautical engineering."

as if she couldn't get any better. sana takes her hand, gladly, as she flashes the woman a smile. "minatozaki sana," sana shook momo's hand. "i study psychology."

momo retracts her hand from sana's warm one, and hoped that it wouldn't be over.

"well," momo sighs. "i guess, see you later? i'll set up my stuff and i can help later cleaning the area."

sana chuckles, "oh, no, no," she refutes. "don't even bother. you just moved. take a rest after you set up your room, hm?"

momo just nods, smiling as she went into her room. it wasn't the most spacious, but it had a full sized bed, surprisingly new, and the windows were shining a light directly to the tables and the bed. there were a couple of shelves, a sizable closet, and it was perfect, as momo can put it.

she's in it for a good and long time.

for the first few days, momo was literally stuck on doing things inside of the room.

“hey,” mina greets from outside of their dorm door. “no roommate yet?”

“uh, no,” sana chuckles as she lets her friend in the common area. “she actually moved two or three days ago? i'm not really sure,” sana pauses for a little while to recollect her memory. “but yeah, she's a sweetheart. she's just quite shy.”

momo, half awake and half asleep, goes to the bathroom, not minding to pass by sana and mina.

“see,” sana chuckles at the sight of her. “she's just…”

“yeah,” mina inched closer to sana, whispering— “you like her.”

mina received a huge laugh and a playful slap from sana. “don't be silly,” sana says. “i’ve only known her for three days.”

those days turned into a week, a month, and two months.

it was midterms week, momo's extra extra stressed finishing her midterm plates and equations on the dining table. sana just came home from her last night class, and sighs as she goes in, her body being consumed by the warmth of the dorm.

she smiles at the sight of momo, focused, eyebrows clinched together in the middle as she's so careful in making that line with her ruler. after she finishes that line, sana says, “hey.” that shocked momo, and she's just glad that she got her micron pen out of the way of her plate. “busy night?” sana asked.

“yeah,” momo chuckles. “sorry i have my things all over the table,” momo comes up to fix the other side of the table, leaving some room for sana. she knows that sana would also study at the same space, for some reason she doesn't know. a change of scenery, she guesses. “just finished your classes?”

sana hums as she takes out her books from her bag. “finished my first midterms test,” she says. “you?”

“oh, well,” momo just sighs as she continues on her plate. “this,” she says, pointing to the one she's doing, “and this,” she points to the one on her left. “and this.” she points to the one on her right. “quite a handful, but i’ll finish them soon.”

“don't rush it,” sana smiles. “i know you'll do just fine. or better, you'll do great.”

momo asks “why'd you say so?”

“you're working hard for it, momo,” sana says. “plus, i always find you like this, you know? i feel like we never really talked because you're always so focused. not that it's a bad thing, but i just really wanna know my roommate.”

momo just nods, “what do you wanna know then, sana?”

“dunno,” sana chuckles as she opens her textbook. “what's your favorite color?”

momo smiles as she draws another line on her intricate plate. “purple. yours?”

“pink.” sana smiles. “why'd you study aeronautics?”

“i like planes,” momo chuckles. “my dad used to take me to the airstrip and wondered how they could do that, so, i ended up here. what about you, sana?”

“oh, um,” sana hesitates to answer. “it’s just an interest of mine.”

“really?”

“yeah, but,” sana sighs. “it’s a family thing. my mom's a general surgeon, and my dad is an optometrist, and naturally they want their kid to be like them as well. i don't hate psychology, it was something i liked too, but it's just that…”

“you forced yourself to like it?” momo asked.

“kinda like that,” sana sighs. “but en-”

“what do you really want to be?”

“kindergarten teacher,” sana says, flipping her book to the next page. “or a writer, something like that.”

they fall into silence for a few seconds, as momo started to get concentrated on the line she was drawing.

“did you eat already, sana?” momo suddenly asks.

“um- oh, not yet, actually.”

momo then stands up, gets two cups of ramen, heats the water, and sits by the kitchen counter, waiting for the water to boil.

sana just lets herself admire momo for a minute— hair tied up neatly in a bun, thick black rimmed glasses, and in her hello kitty pajamas, sana swears she never saw a person look that good.

in her head, sana giggles at the sight, but she fawns away the moment momo looks at her.

sana, under the dim dinner light, concentrated on her notes. momo can't help but stare at the woman just in front of her, the woman who shares her dorm with, the woman whom she wishes to do gestures for.

the water kettle clicks to a finish, and momo reaches for it, pouring generously on both cups.

“do you like your ramen spicy, sana?” momo asks, arguing whether she'd put more seasoning on sana's cup.

she sees sana nod, smiling at her. cute. momo shrugs at the thought and just finishes hers and sana's cup of ramen.

she puts sana's ramen just beside the book she was reading, “eat up,” momo says. “you wouldn't be able to remember anything if you don't have energy.”

“thanks,” sana smiles. “this is perfect, thank you.”

“no worries.” momo eats hers on the kitchen counter, afraid to spill on some of her hard work on engineering plates.

their questions go over and over the whole night, keeping both their mouths and brains busy. sana's afraid that she could only remember momo; who has two dogs, but has four family dogs, likes to dance, secretly likes natto, makes a really good cup of instant ramen, likes aloe yogurt, and watches the korean tv show the penthouse.

momo wakes up to a fridge filled with a pack of aloe yogurt with a note: thanks for the ramen last night, i’ll make sure to ace my exams, momo!

oh, such sweetness.

“what do you mean you're roommates with minatozaki sana?” jeongyeon yoo asks, quite the ramble as she was also munching away her lunch.

“um.. yeah?” momo casually answers.

“you're such a lucky person.” jeongyeon sighs.

“what for?” momo chuckles. “i mean, it's just sana.”

“what do you mean that it's just sana?!” jeongyeon exclaimed. “dude. half of the school population literally wants her despite her being just a freshman. that itself is crazy.”

“no, i mean-” momo cuts herself off at the realization. “she's nice, she studies with me, and we get along well…”

“yeah, that's sana,” jeongyeon smiles. “kind, nice, sunshine and all.”

“how'd you know?” momo asks curiously.

“girlfriend's best friend,” jeongyeon chuckles. “it's not that hard to find people if you go around, you know,” she nudges at momo. “and before you say it, no, going around is not going to different libraries. the uni’s big. it literally has like 14 streets you could visit, just go and have a little fun.”

“you know i don't do ‘fun,’ jeongyeon.” momo rolled her eyes.

“you can,” jeongyeon chuckled. “you just need a little party for you to do ‘fun.’”

sana's fun wasn't what jeongyeon was talking about.

“momo?” sana knocks on her door, and momo removes her earphones to hum loudly. “can you come out? i need a little help wi-”

“hey,” momo opens her door, adjusting her glasses. “what is it?”

they both walk to the living room, with a projector laying just on top of their coffee table.

“oh,” momo takes a look at it, and she wonders, “where'd you get this from?”

“there was a yard sale,” sana scratches her nape as she just watched momo set it up. “just a few blocks away from here, and it was ten dollars! ten! dollars!”

momo laughs, getting it to work, wiping down the lens with her hoodie, “that's a fucking steal,” she says, and the lens fires up the initial blue screen. “and it's great, look.” she points to the broken display, as it shoots to different places. “but we can't set it up here.” momo pouts, finding a good place to point the projector to.

“wanna do it in my room?” sana smirks, like having an ulterior motive, jokingly, of course.

momo stares at her, laughing, “if you say so.”

a few fixes and ‘careful’s from sana later, momo has set up the projector in sana's room.

“there,” momo sighs, sitting down as she hands sana the hdmi cable. “just plug this in somewhere and it should work.”

sana takes it, and plugs it to her laptop, “whoa!” sana's eyes sparkled at the simple projection of her screen to her wall. “it's big.”

“well, yeah,” momo grunts, standing up to go back to her room. “just call me if you need h-”

“momo,” sana calls out. “what's your favorite movie?”

“um,” momo's hand was gripping sana's door knob, wanting to stay, but also wanting to get out. “monsters inc?”

sana laughs, looking at momo, “okay then,” she searches it up, “come,” she chuckles, patting the spot beside her. “if you have free time, stay.”

momo smiles as she takes the spot beside sana, hesitant, so she leaves a little space as sana searches for the movie.

momo observes— the delicate flow of sana's hair down to her shoulders, the curve of her upper lips, the ridge of her nose holding her eyeglasses (momo figured that sana uses contacts in uni), the little cleft of her chin, and momo has never seen such a sight: one that she wants to consume her, wholly and fully.

momo snaps out of her daze when sana shifts closer to her, and the movie starts with the familiar disney film intro.

it became a usual thing. every saturday, sana and momo spend their time cooped up in sana's bed, watching some movie, every week alternating from sana's favorites, to momo's favorites, and so on.

i mean, momo couldn't miss out on a good movie, and sana just wants to put the projector in use, so it's definitely a win for the both of them.

but sana definitely thinks it's a win: she hears momo blabber about things when they watched interstellar, it left her in awe that she couldn't explain. momo's just so soft, and she just wants to launch herself at her fluff to listen to her talk about interdimensional places. she wants movie night to be forever, so that she could listen to momo, again and again, until they end up in her blankets, cooped up into a ball as they hug each other.

momo doesn't admit to herself that she likes to cuddle with sana. she tells herself that she doesn't like the way sana presses her head on her chest, the way sana mumbles different words on her sleep (sometimes even her name), and the way that sana pulls her closer, holding tight at the back of her clothes. but in her sleep, momo wraps her arms around sana, enveloping her to a warm hug, that sana ends up sleeping on her chest, and her head on top of her hair.

but she doesn't flinch, she doesn't falter, and she just lets it happen— the warmth, the light brush of their pajamas on each other, the smell of sana's blankets, and she realizes, she wants to lock them in this pocket of time, the quiet, the calm, and something momo can't put a word for just yet.

sana always wakes up first, trying to get a sight of momo, tracing her eyebrows, caressing her cheek, running a finger on her nose bridge to its center; sana thinks it's fucking stupid, for all she is, she's just momo's roommate and they just watch movies every saturday, that's why they end up like this. sana pretends to fall asleep to wake up to momo's pancakes, and sana smiles about something she can't put a name on just yet.

momo, as intelligent as she is, is shit at parties.

she doesn't know how to play beer pong, she can't command a dare, and she can't handle shit. well, “holy fuck,” jeongyeon says, herding a half-sober, half-drunk momo from one of the couches. “you're smashed. what did you do?”

“jeongyeon!” she exclaimed, almost kissing the woman who falters away from her touch. she pouts. “jeongyeon..”

“what the hell happened to you?”

“dunno,” momo laughs, drunk. “made me drink a lot with something that was definitely! not! beer! but to be honest, it was so good…”

jeongyeon fixes momo's eyeglasses, “is sana here?”

“dunno either!” momo laughs once more. “been finding her the whole night, too.”

momo's damned because her head hurts, and she doesn't know where to find her dorm key, she's so fucked when she tells sana she lost it.

“fuck,” momo slurs. “i need sana…”

“‘kay, damn,” jeongyeon says, getting her phone out to call her girlfriend, mina. “hey, honey,” she says over the phone. “momo's finding sana. where is she?”

“got home, i guess, honey,” mina says. “haven't found her the whole night either.”

“hmm, okay,” jeongyeon says. “ok, i’ll hang now. meet you later. love you, honey!”

mina chuckles over the phone, “love you too! be careful!”

“okay,” jeongyeon puts back her phone on her jean pocket, “she's not here. what if you try calling her?”

“i tried, ‘kay? she just isn't fucking answering…” momo slurs, taking another red cup of spiked coke, probably has something in it. “it's getting a little frustrating.”

“shh.” jeongyeon says, rubbing a hand on momo's back. “there you go.” she points at the east, somewhere on the stairs, where she sees sana go down with a couple of other girls. something in momo's stomach was bubbling, and she's sure that it's not acid reflux from the alcohol she's consuming.

momo makes a run for it, tapping sana's shoulder, “hey,” she says, mentally patting herself on the back for trying her best not to fall down the ground. “um, i just want to,” momo was lost in her train of thought as sana stares at her, her eyes, brown, glistening under the varying party lights, and the sound drowns, it fades, and “oh, yeah, the- um- dorm key. i kinda lost it. or i don't know, i-”

sana pulls her by the hand, going outside the party, almost slipping on the floor. “hey!” she says, panting, as they reach the end of a street. “what the hell?”

“you're fucking drunk,” sana holds her by the cheeks, checking all of her facial features that screams: i'm drunk, let's go home and let me kiss you! “what did you do, momo?”

“i lost,” momo chuckles. “by like… a lot! they made me chug down half a bottle of soju, sana. but you know, it's better than kissing someone else! i mean, apart from the fact that you could get this drunk,” momo chuckles again, now looking at her shoes. “so um, the dorm key?”

sana pulls momo closer by her jacket, running her hand to the inner pocket of it, opening one by the zipper on the left chest of it, and sana pulls, “here,” she hands momo the key. “you really wanna go home without me?”

“yeah,” momo says. honest, abrupt, and sure. “but i don't want to go home without you just yet.”

“great,” sana chuckles, and pulls her by the hand once more, going to her car. “i don't want to put you to bed so drunk. sober up with me.”

“hm, ‘kay,” momo carefully gets inside sana's car. they drive off to a highway, and momo can't make anything up because of the stupid headache, the lights, and sana. “oh, sana,” she suddenly blurts out, in all her drunkenness. “did you do the dares too? the kissing stuff.”

“oh, i don't lose like that,” sana laughs. “if you're worried about me kissing anyone, don't be. i’d rather be kissing someone else. how about you?”

“did everything but the kissing,” momo smiles at her. “i feel a little stupid when it comes to that part. i haven't had any kisses ye-”

“wanna try?” sana suddenly asks, finally stopping in front of a taco bell. she's just thankful that it's still open, but she's anticipating momo's answer.

“well, if it doesn't hurt,” momo inches closer to her, letting sana cup her cheek once more. “if it's you, then, g-”

sana captures her lips in a kiss, sweet, one tasting of strawberry, gin, soju, and some other punch flavor. momo thinks, feels, that it was nice: sana's lips were so soft against hers, and she can't help but pull her closer, holding her by the waist, just letting sana melt into her mouth.

they pull away, breathless, momo felt restless when sana pulled away.

“you're a fucking natural,” sana taps her shoulders. “c’mon, you need to have something warm or else you'd wake up with a bad headache.”

“i kinda want another one,” momo laughs, but sana's already cupping her cheek, pulling her closer to her breath, and momo latches onto her softness like she'd never felt before: like the sky on new year's eve, or a flying jet, just gliding through the highest of heights, one she knew she couldn't reach. “fuck,��� momo sighs after the kiss, pulling away from sana as she smiles. “you're um-,” momo pauses as she goes down sana's car. “a good kisser. you're a good kisser, sana.”

“yeah,” sana wraps an arm on her shoulders, guiding her to the entrance of some taco bell. “and you're shit faced drunk.”

“yeah…” momo sighs, seeking comfort in sana's neck as she leans. “i hope i won't forget this.”

momo doesn't forget it. and fuck, the headache really came crashing into her.

“pick up,” momo nervously taps with her shoes, just outside the lecture hall. “jeongyeon!” she says over the phone, relief of confiding in someone.

“what the hell,” jeongyeon grunts over the phone. “what happened, momo?”

“i- um-,” momo sighs. “well you missed the first class, but yeah, um- can you meet me at the library later? there's something i need to tell and y-”

“yeah, yeah,” jeongyeon sighs. “you were drunk and did stupid shit… is it the first time you got drunk, momo?”

“no,” momo says. half lying, she did get drunk before (she guesses) “but it's the first time i got drunk and…”

“it's sana, isn't it?” jeongyeon laughs.

“yeah,” momo sighs. “but i need you to talk with me, okay? i can’t get this shit together.”

sana wakes up, tucked into her bed, with a hoodie and some sweatpants on, totally different from what she wore last night.

she also has a headache, one that can rip the center of her brain out. god, she remembers last night that she could have an exam about it and get an a+.

she looks at her nightstand, which has a note with a glass of water and hangover medicine: hey, sana, i changed you into your clothes (don't worry i didn't see you naked, plus, i was also fucking smashed even after taco bell) breakfast is on the table, and take the medicine after eating. hope you have a good day. — momo.

sana laughs. oh god, she's just so sweet: she made pancakes, some bacon, and didn't forget the syrup on the side.

if there's one thing sana wishes, for this to be a perfect morning, is that momo is beside her, also having the same breakfast, overspreading butter on her pancakes, taking a bite of it, as she holds her hand beneath the table.

she takes out her phone, calls her best friend, “mina, i think i'm liking momo a little too much. is it bad?”

“you're so down bad,” jeongyeon giggles as she takes a sip of her boba (definitely sponsored by momo). “just kiss her again, i guess.”

“the hell?” momo says. “i can’t just come up to her and kiss her. i mean, i'm not even sure if she likes me. she let me kiss her probably because she pities me since i haven't got my first kiss.”

jeongyeon laughs, “sana's not that dumb, momo. for all i know, sana's fucking smart. she's a president's lister.”

“yeah, i know that part,” momo sighs. “but you know, maybe she really just… was a good friend to me that she let me kiss her.”

“for a genius,” jeongyeon fixes momo's eyeglasses. “you're so damn stupid that it hurts me. you're also my friend. did i let you kiss me knowing that you're a full ass virgin? hell fucking no!”

“why do you have to be so loud,” momo half-screams, half-whispers. “but sana's nicer than you. she's the type to be nice enough to pity someone without a first kiss.”

“for fucks sake,” jeongyeon holds both momo's shoulders. “you're in love with sana. sana likes you around. sana likes you. hell, sana even loves you that much. trust me, ‘kay?”

“okay,” momo sighs. “so how do i tell her…”

instead of having a saturday movie night, momo invites sana to a restaurant downtown, somewhere a little far from their university. before being there, momo got into a panic: arguing with herself whether she'd keep her glasses or finally break in her contacts, well, she did the contacts instead, along with a dress shirt, carefully tucked inside her dress pants, and a blazer. well, it wasn't like she was going to work, but she just wanted to be at least presentable.

sana comes two minutes after their arranged time, in a black dress, hair nicely straightened out. momo has seen sana for so many times already, but she's never not left in awe.

sana chuckles, “hi,” she greets as momo pulls the other chair for her. “oh, thanks,” momo lets her sit down before coming back to her side. “sorry if i was late.”

“no worries,” momo says. “go order, it's my treat.”

“no way,” sana chuckles as she looks at the menu. “it's a date. we should split the bill.”

momo pauses. it's already a date? “well,” momo giggles as she looks through the menu. “if you say so.”

momo orders for the both of them, and their food arrives shortly after.

until then, sana breaks the silence, “so,” sana says as she turns her fork to eat her pasta. “why'd you ask me on a date, momo?”

momo sighs, well, it's good that she should know, “i-um,” momo pauses as she thinks of how she can say, “well, i figured out a couple of things on my own, and found out that i like you.”

sana laughs, “i like you too,” she says, looking into momo's eyes, sparkling, bright, under the dim light of the restaurant: sana has never seen such a sight, one full of adoration, a reciprocated feeling and something very sure. “i guess i liked you since you came into the room.”

“oh,” momo laughs in relief. “what? wait… since i went inside our dorm?”

“yeah,” sana says. “i mean, what's not to like about you? you're smart, you're cute, you're caring, so…”

“oh, sana,” momo chuckles, holding sana's hand that was on the table, fiddling with it. “i guess we should just take it slow. we have all the time in the world.”

sana likes that it's just them: momo's little blabber about planes, sana's little touches on momo's hand, momo's glances that shows all of her feelings, and it all falls down into place as it is just the two of them, momo and sana.

they go home after a couple of drinks, not drunk, just buzzed, and momo held sana's hand the whole time as they drove to their dorm.

as soon as they arrive, sana pulls momo in a deep, sweet kiss.

“hey,” momo giggled as they pulled away. “shoes, baby.”

“oh, right.” sana blushes, both from the fact that she's so excited to kiss momo, and from the nickname momo has said. they go into their dorm, shoes off, hand in hand, and momo pulls her back for a kiss, leading sana to her room.

in a heated pace, sana clasps and removes momo's blazer, dropping it on her floor. sana trails her kisses to momo's jaw, to the crevices of her exposed collarbone as she slowly unbuttons momo's dress shirt, slow but wanting as momo leans to her, moaning like asking more.

“sana,” momo says in barred breaths. “fuck, how do i say this,” momo sighs as she guides sana to her bed. “i- um- have a-”

sana laughs, tracing her hand on her clothed thigh. “i know,” she whispered. “i know that, baby.”

sana starts to palm momo's hard on, printing on her trousers.

“i can’t help but notice,” sana says, still moving her hands up and down momo's erection. “you're so big,” sana chuckles lowly as she ghosts her fingers on the button of momo's trousers. “you don't think i don't stare at you when you have those sweatpants on, baby? you don't think that i can’t hear you when you jerk off?”

“fuck,” momo moans out, as sana removes her pants along with her boxers, and her length springs out to meet her abs. “sana…”

“so big,” sana glides her finger on the tip, collecting momo's precum. “it can't wait to fill me up, hm?”

momo squirms, something unfamiliar brews in her stomach, a want, a need, something sana can only bring out, and she pulls sana to lock with her lips once more, as she pumps her hand on momo's length.

“so needy,” sana laughs as they pull away from each other, but she keeps a steady pace on momo's length. “undress me.”

momo doesn't need another word, and immediately goes to sana's back to remove the zipper of her dress, latching her mouth with hers, sloppily inserting her tongue to touch sana's, tasting her fully, as sana rises above her, straddling her abdomen with need.

“you're so fucking hot,” momo moans out, unclasping sana's delicate black lace bra. “mmh.” she hums, latching on sana's hardened nipple as she kneads on the other nub.

sana's hands flung to momo's hair, holding a certain grip, making momo suck on her tits further. sana makes momo pull away, and momo breathes heavily.

“momo, please,” sana whines at the pressure building between her thighs, seeping to momo's abdomen. “i‘ve been so wet,” she says. “please.”

“fuck,” momo hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of sana's panties and helps her remove it, the wetness of her pussy now directly on her stomach. sana lowers, her wetness gliding on momo's cock, coating every ridge, every vein, as she helps momo enter inside her sopping, tight hole. “so fucking tight.” momo grunts, holding onto sana's waist as she bounced, up and down, taking the pace slow, wanting to take momo's inches carefully.

momo then sits up, holding sana closer to her, as she sinks on her length, moaning at the stretch. momo pulls sana once more into a kiss, one that was slow, “take your time, darling,” she whispers. “we have all night.”

sana smiles, bouncing up and down on momo, using her shoulders as her leverage.

“fuck,” momo grunts as she pushes sana down, her hole clenching. momo flips them over, not pulling out of sana, and she carefully gets sana into fours. she kisses the delicate skin of sana's back as she thrusted, holding onto her waist tightly, pushing into the deepest parts of her and sana arches, letting momo use her. “g’nna cum, baby?” momo's pace inside becomes faster as she leans into sana, her hand travelling to her clit to circle it. sana clenches on momo's length and momo lets out a grunt, pushing inside sana's tightness.

“more, ah,” sana thrusts back on momo's pace. “inside me, please.”

“mmh,” momo lightly slaps sana's ass as their skin touches. “such a good little slut for me.”

sana smirks, as she also tightens around momo's length, coming without warning.

momo holds onto her, going in and out at such a crazy pace that made sana's eyes roll back on her eyelids. momo's seed spurts inside of sana's walls, coating every side of it, and she pulls out, quite spent, as she lays sana down slowly.

she places one last kiss on sana's pussy, lapping up the remaining juices, careful to not overstimulate her. she goes up to see sana, her arms opened, ready for momo to succumb to.

momo sighs, looking at sana “sorry, i-”

“no, momo, i told you to… so it's okay,” sana chuckles, fixing momo's hair. “plus, i'm on the pill.”

“m’kay,” momo smiles as she closes her eyes, being fully consumed by sana's afterglow. “oh fuck.” momo suddenly sits up, sprinting to her bathroom, removing her contact lenses.

sana chuckles as she follows momo shortly after, “everything alright, darling?”

“yeah,” momo says, putting the contact lenses on their case. “just the contact lenses, i forgot that i have them today,” momo laughs. “do you need anything? like hoodies or something… it's quite cold here.”

“i need a you, kinda,” sana jokes. “but yeah, your hoodie would be great.”

momo smiled as she went outside the bathroom, pulling a fresh hoodie from her closet. “here,” momo giggled, helping sana pull it over on herself. “warm enough?”

“not quite,” sana pulls momo to the bed, hugging her tightly, as she kissed momo's forehead. “you're just too damn cute.”

“no, you're even cuter,” momo chuckles as she looks up at sana. “but you know, we kinda need to brush our teeths first before sleeping…”

“god, you're also toothbrush police,” sana jokingly rolls her eyes as they went to the bathroom once more, and momo reaches out for a spare toothbrush. “i could've just gotten my toothbrush from my r-”

“no,” momo held her hand as she brushed her teeth with the other. “your room's too far.”

“so dramatic too,” sana laughs as she puts some toothpaste on her new toothbrush. “my room is literally twelve steps away from yours.”

momo shrugs it off and says, “still far.”

that's how they end up on momo's bed, curled up into each other, in this little pocket of space and time.

momo looks up at her familiar empty ceiling as sana lays her head on momo's chest.

“you know,” sana looks up at momo. “i really like it when you sleep with me in my bed.”

“i’ll do you one better,” momo shifts, looking deeply into the pool of sana's honey brown eyes in the moonlight seeping through momo's windows. “i like it better when you sleep on my bed.”

“yeah, really?” sana chuckles. “wanna bet on who has the comfier bed?”

“oh, it'll be mine, baby,” momo giggles and pulls sana by the waist as they lay on their sides. “i have way more pillows than you do. plus,” she pulls out a big pompompurin plush toy behind her. “i have a little friend.”

“that’s just cheating,” sana pouts. “okay, you win, you do have the better bed.”

“hm, i’d still beg to argue.” momo says. “if i got you in any bed, i think i’d be able to sleep fine.”

“why?”

“don't you think i can't feel what you do to me in my sleep?”

sana was stunned. “h-how…?”

“i'm never a heavy sleeper, darling,” momo says. “and you've taught me to be so that i could feel how you touch my face when i sleep. and you mumble my name in yours, how cute.”

sana was blushing, unable to speak, now that her biggest guilty pleasure was known.

“you can do that to me now, while i'm still awake,” momo chuckles. “i think i’d like that if you'd do it forever.”

"if you say so," sana pulls momo closer, letting momo now lay on her chest. she puts a hand on her cheek, brushing it on the soft skin, feeling the warmth of momo's face against her cold hands. "god," sana chuckles as she runs her finger across momo's eyebrow, and she sees momo giggle, teeth out, as she looks at her: full of spark, one that can compete with how the sun shines. "you really know how to make me melt, don't you?"

#twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice fluff #twice smut #momo twice #momo imagines #momo fluff #momo smut #sana twice #sana imagines #sana fluff #sana smut #sana and momo #samo twice #samo imagines #samo fluff #samo smut #i love samo

[rozcdust]

Mockingbird

Masterlist

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

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. . . 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 . . .

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[cuttergauthier]

ganging up on mackie with his sisters and your all teasing him

Sorry i know this is short, I hope you love it, i decided to make it for Christmas i hope that's okay🤍

Warning: Teasing

word count: 600

Mackie and I went to Connecticut to spend Christmas with his family. Mackie and I have been dating for over a year now, we both met during our freshman year at Michigan, we were sitting next to each other in one of our classes, we just clicked.

When Mackie asked me to spend Christmas with him and his family I said yes immediately. I already met his family, his parents were the sweetest and his sisters and I talk a few times a week. 

His parents picked us up at the airport it was already 9 p.m.

“Oh honey, it’s so good to see you again” his mom said hugging me, before going and hugging Mackie. I gave his dad a hug before they help us putting our luggage in the car.

“The girls are excited to see you both” his mom said when we were on our way to the house.

“I can’t wait to see them” I said excitedly 

Mackie looked at me and smiled. He was happy I was close with his family. His family means everything to him, and you met everything to him. 

Once we got to the house we went to the trunk to get our luggage when Maddy and melissa ran up to me and hugged me happily

“we missed you” they both said before letting go of the hug.

“wow, I feel the love” Mackie said with his hand on his heart

“We missed you too Mackie” melissa said before they gave him a hug.

“Come on let’s all go inside” his dad said

We all made our way into the house. Mackie and I made our way to his room to bring our luggage.

It was 2 days before Christmas, thankfully I had already bought presents for everyone they were hidden in my suitcase.

Once we got done unpacking our stuff, Mackie helped me bring the presents downstairs to the Christmas tree.

“Oh honey you didn’t have to buy us anything” his mom said when she saw the presents.

“Patty, I know you guys also bought me something, and I love shopping for the ones I love” I replied she gave me a smile

“Is that why we have more presents than Mackie? Because you love us more?” Melissa said making us all laugh while Mackie pouted

“Hey, she loves me more than you” Mackie said

“ehh, debatable” I said he put his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt.

“you know I love you” I said giving him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, just not more than us” Maddy said making us laugh

“I should have known this was going to happen when I introduced her” Mackie said shaking his head making me chuckle.

“come on everyone let’s get to bed, it’s late and tomorrow is Christmas” His mom said we all said are good nights and made our way to bed.

Mackie and I both got dressed in our pjs. Mackie made his way on his side of the bed before I got in on the other side. Mackie pulled me into his chest.

“I’m really happy you agreed to come home with me for Christmas, even if you and my sister always tease me.” He said kissing my forehead, making me chuckle.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be” I said smiling up at him.

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[amaya-writes]

What Type Of Partner Would The Fruit Basket Zodiacs Be Pt 1

Day One of The Underrated And The Unwritten

Notes: eek i'm so excited to write for this fandom! Tbh i was kind of very slightly sad about everyone ending up with someone at the end because that meant it was awkward to ship characters or write about them with someone else but eh.

Warnings: this is both sfw and nsfw content! so like how would they be as a partner overall. mdni

Characters involved: Yuki Soma, Kyo Soma, Hatsuharu Soma, Momiji Soma

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Yuki Soma

Yuki is a very gentle lover and partner.

He's pretty conscious about his real personality can come off as cold or aloof which is why he'd probably force himself to be a little outgoing near the start to get to know you.

You'd have to start off as friends first and it would take a little getting used to but once he understands his emotions for you Yuki's quick to accept them and confess.

A relationship with Yuki can be full of excitement. He wants to try new things and discover different situations with you.

Yuki can easily associate happiness with someone who makes him feel comfortable which is why he tends to be around you when he's sad because he thinks your mere presence makes things better.

When it comes to being more intimate Yuki can take very long to get comfortable that way. He's so used to associating physical touch with violence that it really takes time for him to get used to your physical affection.

Definitely would be a bottom at the start, but once he gets used to it Yuki can be quite the switch.

He isn't into BDSM at all because of his traumatic childhood but if there's certain things you're into that you'd want to try you can always ask and have a talk.

He loves cuddling in bed for aftercare and will probably let you fall asleep in his arms (and then clean you up while you're sleeping because he's just that cute).

Communication is key when it comes to being with a guy like Yuki, whether that be in the bedroom or outside it, which is why you need to learn to be vocal about your emotions and thoughts because he can be a little oblivious at times.

He's honestly just a softy who needs love.

Kyo Soma

Tsundere. Need I say more?

Getting a confession out of Kyo Soma is possibly the most impossible thing ever. Like seriously, you need to be committed for a longgg time before he makes a move and even then you'll probably have to force a confession out of him.

He's the kind of partner who would act all annoyed whenever you're affectionate but then also do things like holding your hand when the street's too crowded or texting you to make sure you got home safe (but he completely denies that's why he sent you a text).

He also gives off old dad energy please he'll have the most awful dad jokes and hold his phone like a forty-year-old father.

Very protective. Will literally yowl at people who even look at you threateningly. And no I don't mean that 'manly' little growl thing men do in books, I mean literally yowling like a cat who wasn't fed.

This ranges from sneers to eyerolls plus scoffs to actual yowls. He will not be afraid to throw hands if he sees the other person is making you uncomfortable.

Kyo is honestly so cute when it comes to being intimate. He gets all flustered and you'll probably have to take the lead the first time. However, he might switch it up and take control halfway.

Really just depends on how comfortable and into it he is. Will hesitate a lot and ask you questions constantly.

Also the king of aftercare like literally doesn't let you do anything the rest of the day.

Kyo can be hard to keep up with as a partner because of his tendency to reject his emotions, but if you're someone who likes teasing their partner then he's basically perfect for you.

Just give him time to you, but don't be surprised if he's unwilling to leave once he has experienced your affection.

Hatsuharu Soma

Softie.

Haru is the type of partner who's obsessed with you but doesn't show it that much. It's not that he's trying to hide it but just that he's not very open affectionately.

He's fine with PDA and likes showing you off and making it clear that you're his but he can also be a little...slow when it comes to catching on.

This means that if you're ever jealous then he'll take a while to notice and then blatantly point it out. If you're angry/upset with him he won't understand it and will force you to talk to him because he refuses to read between the lines.

But he's such a sweetheart. He's always so comforting and will constantly check up on you, sending you messages or randomly showing up at your house because he missed you or wanted to make sure you were okay.

Dates with him are usually spontaneous and not overall grand but the kind that are simple yet romantic.

He's also very sweet when you're intimate.

Switch but not in the way you think.

While his normal side can be quite the pleasure dom/soft dom, when Haru goes dark things can get a bit...BDSM like. However, him going dark that way is very rare and will probably only happen if you make him very jealous/worried.

Momiji Soma

He is such an obsessive partner.

Momiji wants to know everything about you. He wants to learn every little quirk and secret, every small trait. Your favourite flower, food you dislike, drama going on in your life, Momiji is there for it all.

He's just so completely infatuated with you he can't help but feel a need to know everything.

It's not the kind of thing where he asks you questions at rapid fire trying to learn everything, but more that he's just always wanting to get to know more about you.

Momiji has always had to love people from a distance so he gets a little excited at the prospect of being able to love you without restrictions, without having to pretend he doesn't know you or doesn't care.

He's quick to confess and even quicker to get into the hang of things, constantly hugging you and dropping kisses on your hand, face, lips, neck, anywhere you would allow.

Momiji is fully and completely obsessed with you, and he loves it. He loves you.

He will rear it in if you feel like he's getting overwhelming but Momiji cannot not love you.

When it comes to being intimate, Momiji might be a little overwhelmed at first, like too excited, and you'd have to help ground him and focus on the actual act rather than going crazy because your top's off.

He can be so soft and gentle, almost as if he's afraid to break you, but once he gets the hang of it Momiji's open to exploring new things.

He isn't one for BDSM (like at all, honestly he's more opposed to it than Yuki) and prefers more of the lovemaking type of intimacy.

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[astars-things]

an insta edit with eddy where you guys do a couples costume as the joker and harley quinn

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[seollenda]

hiii i’m so glad ur back omg!! i saw reqs were open was wondering if you could write something w samo where sanas getting rly flirty w some other idol (wendy as of right now could be a good one 😭) and momo is super sure they are together and starts distancing herself :( ANGST TO HAPPY ENDING PLS PLS

hope you don’t mind i’m starting with a headcanon structure to get in the groove of things!! samo has my heart forever and alwayssss thank you for the prompt ❤️❤️

samo have always been some sort of ~thing~ but it’s obviously hard as idols to be anything open and resembling normalcy

it’s extra hard on momo, tbh, because sana is sana, and she’s affectionate and sweet and flirty and always well meaning and adored

and she’s so sweet to momo and loves on her but momo can’t help but feel some twinge when she sees speculation about sana or sees her play it up in the way she’s so good at

sana’s confidence has bloomed as of late, and this means she’s just radiant and momo can’t keep herself off her when she can

sana loves the attention

“i love you,” she tells her every day, over breakfast, whispered at any time of day, when tangled together in front of the tv, in her embrace when they’re alone and sana gives herself over to momo and only momo, always momo

but sana is sana

and love falls so earnestly and readily from her lips

and flirting so second nature and adored by all

so when the flames of…something are fanned and momo knows the other idol is in The Sphere that otherwise remains so insular and careful

and she hears inevitably that wendy is just a little infatuated

isn’t it natural for momo’s heart to twist a little

for her to see the dots connect

sana coming home from little outings with seungwan with cold-blushed cheeks and a cheerful chatter about their day

she loves to tell momo, nobody but momo

until that twinge turns to something tighter and colder

it’s the least pain if momo is slow and careful about it

when sana doesn’t seem to notice momo spending more time away

busy in dance rooms or taking up sullen space in chaeyoung’s apartment

or being pitiful in dahyunies place

sana doesn’t say anything

but momo can’t carry on

until one evening, she’s at her doorstep

ringing the doorbell and peering brightly into the camera with a plastic bag of jokbal

at a time of night at which she knew momo was awake

momo can’t turn her away, so when sana hurries in with a sweet kiss momo looks away to hide tears

“momo,” she says quietly, taking her hand

her eyes, bright with tears, isn’t what momo could’ve hoped to see

let me go, she wants to beg her. hate me, tell me you don’t want me anymore.

but she only presses a tentative kiss to that softest point on her cheek

her breath tickling across momo’s skin

and she knows she could never not want her

“if you don’t want me, tell me,” she says. her voice breaks

momo can barely draw a breath, her hands at sana’s cheeks and neck

“you don’t want me,” she mumbles

and sana is bewildered and frantic and firm in her kiss, clumsy and missing her lips the first time and then exact the second time

“momo, all i want is you.”

“i thought…you and wendy,” momo inhales shakily

sana stares at her for a long moment, sniffles and breaks into a weary smile

“oh, momoring,” she says. “don’t you know all i talk about is you?”

momo’s heart races, shaking her head, but sana nods, a tired smile on her cheeks, eyes bright and adoring

momo feels like she’s going to melt away in this spotlight

“do you know what seungwan unnie said?” sana says, tracing the line of momo’s jaw and wiping away a tear track

momo feels like the world has shrunk before her and buried itself in her chest and she can’t think past it’s spinning

everything a pinprick

“she said to go get my girl.”

and momo is taken, of course

because who wouldn’t be, when in the hands of minatozaki sana

the only subject of this gaze

for their moment, the only in the world

#twice fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #samo #twice samo #sana #momo #minatozaki sana #hirai momo #twice headcanons #twice #fluff #angst #headcanons #submission

[saturnhere]

$3.67 🖇️

written by galaxylove

Another night, another shift.

(Or the SaMo convenience store AU that was meant to be a small one-shot.)

main ship: samo

rating: general audiences

status: completed

words: 12,134

chapter: 1

#samo #sana #momo #convenience store au #a bit of fluff #ao3 works #fanfic #kpop #twice fanfic #twice fic

[uluvjay]

mackie samoskevich with “i think i deserve a kiss", possibly like after his debut game? <3

This idea is so cute

Mackie x established relationship! Reader

Warnings?; non really, kissing, fluff, pet names

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You were sat in the stands as Mackie’s debut game with the Florida panthers came to an end. You and his family were emotional wrecks the entire game, especially after Mackie got an assist on one of Tkachuks goals earning him his first nhl point in his first game.

Your talked with his family as you all waited by the panthers locker room for him to come out.

“Oh here he comes!” His mom notified.

Your face hurt from smiling so much today but that didn’t stop you from busting out the biggest smile as he can towards all of you holding his own cheesy grin.

His sisters tackled him in a hug as soon as he got close enough and as soon as they separated his parents did the same.

His mom gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling away and wiping her tears of joy. He turned to face you and you couldn’t help but jump into his arms, allowing your own tears to come down your face.

“I’m so proud of you Mack, I swear it feels like I was watching you in your first Umich game yesterday, and here I am watching you play in the nhl” you told him as you pulled back a little.

“It’s so crazy” he admitted and you seen his eyes watering as well.

“I think Samo deserves a nice greasy piece of pizza, what do the rest of you think?” Maddy asked as she seen you two pull away.

“I think hell yes” Mackie laughed as everyone started heading to the parking garage.

His parents and sisters headed to their rental car as you and Mackie headed to his. You we’re about to open the passenger side door before he stopped you.

“Everything okay?” You asked as he pulled you close to his chest by your waist.

“Yeah, it’s just I think I deserve a kiss” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh do you now?” You asked with a laugh.

“I mean I did just play my first nhl game, and got my first point in the Sam-“ he started but you cut him off by pulling his face down to yours and giving him a kiss.

You kissed for a moment before slowly pulling away for air, “That better?” You asked.

“Much” he laughed before pulling you in for another one.

#mackie samoskevich #mackie samoskevich x reader #mackie samoskevich imagine #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #umich hockey #florida panthers #fluff? #uluvejay request week

[hamsterclaw]

Blue side

Hoseok's always known you as Namjoon's little sister. One day, he realises you're more than a match for him.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Brother's best friend AU, smut, angst

Word count: 7.7k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, fast cars

Jung Hoseok revs his engine as he rolls into the garage, a burst of bravado after a fucking hairy night.

Park Jimin goes to greet him. His sling’s off but he holds his arm up, bent at the elbow, wrist encased in plaster.

Hoseok pushes his door open, climbs out from his low seat gracefully, like he’s done it thousands of times. 

He has.

Jimin takes in Hoseok’s appearance, really not that different from when he started the night except that he looks a little more dishevelled, a lot more weary.

His eyes ask the questions he doesn’t want to bombard Hoseok with, and Hoseok, always kind, says, ‘everyone’s on the way.’

Jimin lets out the sigh he hadn’t known he was holding in.

There’s a honk, obnoxious and unnecessary, and Hoseok exchanges a wan smile with Jimin.

‘Fucking kids,’ Hoseok mutters.

Tae parks up tight next to Hoseok, tailed by Jungkook on his bike.

Jungkook drops his helmet on the workbench with a careless clatter, hand already up to fluff his matted hair.

There’s a gap of time then, meaningless banter that no one takes in because they’re really just waiting for the rest.

In the end, there’s one last car, the tail end of the convoy. 

Yoongi’s driving in that breathtakingly confident way he does when he’s tired. He parks without revving or honking, just cutting the engine without a pause. 

Then everyone’s getting out. 

A beautifully groomed Seokjin, a Namjoon just in his shirtsleeves, and you, curled into Namjoon’s side under his arm.

Your eyes meet Hoseok’s for just a second, clocking him. 

You’re always aware of him, like he’s always aware of you.

‘The other car’s in the parking garage,’ Namjoon says, low voice more of a rumble than words because he’s been out all night and he forgets to modulate his voice when he’s tired. 

Hoseok lets himself glance over you like he would anyone else, scanning for injury.

Drinking you in with his gaze because it’s all he’s allowed to do. 

Namjoon’s arm stays locked around your shoulders. He looks at the group assembled in the garage. 

Jimin’s already hit the automated doors, locking up. All secure.

There’s not really a lot to say but good night.

***

Hoseok and Namjoon have been friends for so long he can’t remember a time Namjoon wasn’t in his life. 

They used to drive Hobi’s beat up Hyundai round the hairpin bends of Samo Hills, over and over, setting different challenges each time. 

Who could make the fastest time.

Who could make the fastest time and not turn the blocks of soft tofu in the cooler boxes into mush.

Who could make the fastest time driving and then picking up a girl in the bar.

So dumb, and still one of the best times in his life.

Hobi’d always been aware of you in the periphery, how could he not be?

He’s spent as many nights in Namjoon’s house as he has in his own, especially since his old man started drinking so much.

He feels weird admitting it, but he only started to really see you when you started bringing boys home.

Namjoon, protective older brother that he was, was quick to adopt the role of guard dog, letting his height, and in more recent years, the width of his chest do the intimidating for him.

You’d been amused by Namjoon’s protectiveness initially, laughing it off. Then one day, you’d come home upset because some idiot had tried to make you do something you didn’t want to do.

Hoseok had been in the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. He’s never thought of himself as any less obtuse than the next guy but a blind man would have been able to see you were upset.

You’d muttered a ‘hello’, politeness ingrained in you. 

‘Are you ok?’ Hoseok had asked, peanut butter forgotten.

‘Guys are assholes,’ you’d said, your lip wobbling just a little.

The flare of protective rage had surprised Hoseok. 

‘What happened?’ he’d asked, voice sharp.

You’d looked at him, uneasy. ‘Nothing.’

You’d grabbed a drink from the fridge, twisting the cap until Hoseok had held his hand out for it.

You’d passed it over, he’d opened it and handed it back. There was a mark on your wrist.

You’d seen that he’d noticed it. 

‘I did that,’ you say, quickly. ‘I was trying to get a bracelet off, quick.’

‘Why?���

‘Because I didn’t want to give him a blow job.’

Hoseok had stared at you, trying to process.

‘He was an asshole,’ you’d said. 

Hoseok had said, slow, ‘some dude gave you a bracelet, and wanted you to blow him.’

You’d looked at the ground. ‘I thought he liked me. I’m an idiot.’

‘Did he call you that?’ Hoseok had asked. 

‘No, I called him that,’ you’d said. You’d smiled, rueful. ‘After I threw the bracelet at him and kneed him in the balls.’

‘Sounds like you took care of him,’ Hoseok had agreed.

You’d laughed.

‘Want a sandwich?’ Hoseok had asked.

‘Yeah ok.’

By the time Namjoon had turned up, you were watching TV together because Hoseok had sensed you didn’t want to be alone.

You’d started to spend more time together after that, not a lot, just the odd occasion when Namjoon was caught up.

Sometimes you’d go to the store together, pick stuff up for dinner. One time you’d parked the cart in the pasta aisle and stared at the packages of pasta for so long Hoseok had felt like he needed to say something.

‘I like penne,’ he’d offered, gently.

You’d smiled at him as you picked up a packet and placed it carefully in the cart.

‘Joon likes penne.’

‘We like a lot of the same things,’ Hoseok had agreed.

‘Cars. Girls. Books.’ You’d checked things off on your hand, fingers curling.

Hoseok had reached out, curled your ring finger into your palm. ‘Penne.’

You’d laughed and he had too. 

When you’d got back home, Namjoon and Yoongi were in the kitchen. One look at their expressions and Hoseok had known something was about to go down.

Namjoon had asked if you could make dinner whilst they talked.

You’d looked at him narrow-eyed, and had said, ‘sure Joonie. I’ll eat it too, and leave you the scraps.’

For a moment the siblings had looked at each other, not alike physically, but so similar in their personalities that a wry grin had already started to curve Hoseok’s lips, even before Yoongi had reached over, picked the groceries out of your arms, and said, ‘I like scraps.’

Dinner had been more than scraps, you were a pretty good cook. 

On their way out, Namjoon had told you the usual. 

Not to let anyone in unless it was him or one of his. 

Not to wait up. 

To call the police if they weren’t back by sun up, because the life insurance wouldn’t pay out unless there was proof of death.

He’d been saying the same thing to you for forever, as long as Hoseok could remember.

You’d pulled him into a hug. Then, for the first time, you’d grabbed Hoseok too. 

‘See ya later,’ you’d whispered in his ear, on tiptoe so no one else could hear.

‘Yeah. See ya, scraps,’ was all Hoseok could manage. 

He thought about that hug a lot, wished he’d been quick enough to hug you back instead of standing there like he didn’t want to.

And then he drove, like he always did.

***

As soon as there was enough money you went off to college, fielding the teasing about being a genius with your usual good-natured comebacks.

You told everyone it was your brother who was the genius, and Hoseok doesn’t think you were wrong, just that you underplayed your own cleverness.

Namjoon had been obsessive about making sure you had enough, it wasn’t enough for him that you were getting your education, he didn’t want you to feel conscious about your own background compared to your peers.

Hoseok knew you well enough to know you would never let that kind of thing get you down. Not coming from where you were from.

He’d been dropping something off, close to the general area where you lived, though he was hazy on the details. He’d seen a billboard with a girl who looked a little like you, and, impulsively, had pulled over and texted you.

Hoseok: Hey, scraps, I’m in town. Want to meet up?’

He’d told himself he’d give you ten minutes to answer and if you didn’t he’d call it. 

He didn’t have to wait long. His phone lit up almost instantly.

Scraps: I’m just out of class. Starving. Let’s eat?

Hoseok pulled up to where you’d said to meet, and there you were, pretty and fresh with your backpack double-strapped to you.

You’d slid into the passenger seat, and Hoseok had glanced at your friends, all looking curiously at him.

You’d seen his look. ‘They’re not looking because they’re worried, Hobi. They’re looking because you’re cute.’

Hoseok had laughed. ‘If your brother ever visits you —‘

‘Oh yeah, him too. Yoongi. Seokjin. You.’

You’d rolled your eyes. ‘Spent my whole life protecting you all from my friends.’

Hoseok’s tickled that you think that. 

‘What do you want to eat?’ you ask, putting your seatbelt on, turning to him.

Your smile makes Hoseok feel light, easy. 

‘Take me somewhere you like,’ he suggests.

You end up in some tiny place, squashed up next to each other. It’s bustling, filled with people, but all Hoseok remembers after is how you were so close your arm pressed against his the whole time, and how nice it made him feel.

He drops you off at your place, and you ask him, a serious look in your eyes, if you want to come up.

‘I should get going,’ Hoseok tells you.

Something like disappointment flits across your face, quickly replaced with your pretty, nonchalant smile.

‘Tell Joonie I’m happy, ok?’ you tell him, unbuckling your seatbelt. Then, you roll your eyes at him, aware of the irony. ‘Drive safe.’

The laugh dies in Hoseok’s throat as you put your hand on his forearm, and say, quietly, ‘For me.’

Hoseok promises you that he will.

***

You’re back for Christmas break, Hoseok’s heard. 

He’s waiting by the car for Namjoon a couple days before Christmas, freezing his ass off. The engine’s running but he wants to be quick on his feet in case Namjoon or Yoongi needs help.

His breath’s coming out white, the air is that unrelenting cold it gets this time of year. 

Namjoon and Yoongi emerge round the corner, and Hoseok’s adrenaline ebbs. 

He gets in, flicks the lights on. 

The cold draft that waves in as the boys climb in reminds him how quickly he acclimatises to the warmth. 

Back at Namjoon’s place the lights are still on.

You open the back door as they’re walking up. 

‘Merry Christmas yo ho ho,’ you say, a curl to your lip that doesn’t quite make it to sarcastic because of the brightness in your eyes.

‘Get inside, you’ll freeze,’ Namjoon says.

‘I’m dressed,’ you retort. 

Even Yoongi’s not proof against your cheerfulness, managing a crooked smile as he steps past you.

‘Hobi,’ you say, warmly. 

Hoseok slings an arm around you in an awkward side hug.

You don’t seem to mind.

‘When did you get back?’ Hoseok asks, taking the mug you pass him. 

‘Yesterday,’ you reply. ‘I’m back until next week.’

Namjoon takes a gulp of his drink and coughs violently. ‘Shit, what’s in this?’

‘It’s eggnog,’ you say, serene. 

Yoongi swirls his mug, suspiciously. ‘How much rum did you put in it?’

‘I don’t think you’ll be able to drive after this,’ you say cheerfully.

‘It’s almost undrinkable,’ Namjoon remarks, grimacing. 

‘It’s ok,’ Hoseok says.

Yoongi snorts. ‘Cheers.’

You turn back to the stove. ‘I’ll make ramen.’

Hoseok, for just a moment, lets himself admire the graceful line of your neck.

When he looks away, Namjoon catches his eye.

They stare at each other. 

Yoongi gets up, chair scraping obnoxiously on the wood floor. 

‘Anyone want a refill?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ Hoseok says.

Namjoon breaks his gaze and says, ‘fuck it. Pour me another, Yoongs.’

***

It’s Christmas eve, and Hoseok thinks, hand on his heart, that if he never had eggnog again in his whole life it would be too soon.

Namjoon’s sprawled on the couch, flipping through movie options.

You come in, a tray in your arms full of Christmas themed junk food, and stare, surprised at the empty pitcher. 

Hoseok hadn’t wanted you to feel bad about your terrible eggnog, so he’d challenged Namjoon to a drinking game whilst you’d been fixing snacks.

Like driving Samo Hills, it’d all ended up being a speed challenge in the end.

Hoseok doesn’t have to look in the mirror to know he’s as flushed as the stockings you’d pinned to the mantel. Three, one for each of them.

Namjoon’s phone rings, and he swipes blearily at it.

You pluck it out of his hand and answer. 

Your tone makes Namjoon sit up. 

‘It’s Jimin. Jungkook’s hurt. They need you.’

And then Namjoon’s stumbling upright, trying to stay up, moving like he’s on a rollercoaster. 

Hoseok isn’t doing much better.

All he knows is, they need to find a way to get to Jungkook.

You’re moving faster than either of them, already in your puffy jacket, keys in your hand.

‘I’ll drive,’ you say. 

‘No, you’re not going,’ Namjoon says immediately, reaching for the keys.

‘You’re not going anywhere without me,’ you say. 

Namjoon looks at Hoseok helplessly. 

‘Get the keys Hobi.’

You shove your hand in your pocket and look at Hoseok. 

Hoseok’s never going to be the one to force you to do something you don’t want to do.

You’re shoving Namjoon’s jacket onto him, zipping him up. 

‘Come on, Jungkook needs us.’

Namjoon’s been chugging water, the car windows wide open to the chill, trying desperately to sober up on the way. 

Hoseok’s doing ok, he thinks. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again you’re pulling into a spot on the street, Namjoon’s low voice murmuring instructions.

Hoseok’s still more drunk than sober, but the adrenaline thrumming through his veins is helping tip the balance.

Namjoon’s got his usual set of instructions for you, but you cut him off.

‘Go help Jungkook, Joon. I’ll wait here.’

You say it firmly, calmly. 

Hoseok watches the way Namjoon’s hand lands on yours, a rare display of affection.

Then he’s out, running alongside Namjoon.

***

By the time Hoseok gets back to the car, the darkest part of the night is over.

He knocks on the window gently, trying not to startle you.

The doors unlock, and he slides in next to you.

‘Where’s Joon?’ you ask immediately, scanning for your brother.

‘He’s gone to the hospital with Jungkook and Jimin,’ Hoseok tells you. 

‘Is he ok?’ you ask, voice losing its sharp edge of panic now that you know your brother’s ok.

‘Yeah, Jungkook’s fine, his shoulder’s dislocated and he’s a bit banged up but he’ll be ok.’

Hoseok nudges you gently. ‘Move over, let me drive.’

You’re quiet as Hoseok pulls the car out of the space, puts on the radio to the station he and Namjoon always listen to. 

A piano solo plays, a piece he likes. Hoseok finds himself sneaking glances at you in the flashes of streetlight as he drives.

You’re tired, and so pretty his heart longs for you.

‘Are you ok Hobi?’ you ask.

‘I’m fine, Scraps.’

His voice comes out raspy, low. 

He takes the Samo Hills route because it’s familiar, even though it’s a little longer.

You put your hand on his, for an instant, and squeeze.

Hoseok says, when you’re pulling your hand away, ‘you can hold my hand. I like it.’

Your fingers flutter in the air between you, and then your hand closes over his.

This is a dangerous game he’s playing, Hoseok tells himself. 

But he can’t help himself, not when he’s driving his favourite route, when the dawn’s just breaking, shades of midnight to shades of blue.

It’s his favourite time of day, the promise of another new beginning, another chance to remedy the fuckups of yesterday. 

He tells himself that this can be his Christmas present. 

You’re still holding his hand, and you hold it all the way as Hoseok drives you home.

***

Hoseok walks into your living room on New Year’s Eve to find Yoongi buried in his phone and raised voices from the kitchen.

‘Scraps looks less scrappy, and Namjoon’s being overbearing about it,’ is Yoongi’s succinct summary. 

Hoseok raises an eyebrow and heads for the kitchen.

He immediately curses Yoongi in his head.

Less scrappy seems a gross understatement.

He’s torn between wanting to look his fill and wanting to grab the chunky sweater Namjoon’s holding out to you and wrap you in it. 

‘You tell her,’ Namjoon says to Hoseok, exasperated. He turns back to you. ‘You’re gonna have dumb douchebags trying it on with you all night.’

‘Yeah, and you’ll have girls all over you. How is that different?’ you ask, patiently.

‘I can look after myself,’ Namjoon snaps. 

‘I’m not even going to dignify that with a response,’ you shoot back.

‘You’re both pretty,’ Hoseok says, trying for levity. 

Two sets of eyes glare at him. 

Then you sigh. 

‘Joonie, I can handle myself.’

Namjoon sighs, too. ‘I know you can.’

You reach out and unbutton one of his buttons, taking it down to the middle of his chest.

‘Now we’re even, ok?’

Namjoon rolls his eyes but doesn’t do his button back up.

‘Let’s go.’

The party’s a good one, at some guy’s mansion. The music’s banging, the place already full of people.

You disappear with a couple girlfriends, leading them away from Namjoon and Yoongi, throwing Hoseok a sideways glance that makes him remember how you said you were trying to protect them all.

He smiles at the memory.

Yoongi looks, nonplussed, at a girl who walks right up to him and asks his name.

He keeps her waiting just long enough that the confidence in her eyes starts to falter, then he lets her tug him away from Namjoon and Hoseok.

‘Fucking Min Yoongi,’ Namjoon says, but there’s affection in his voice.

‘The only man I’ve ever seen who can make women go crazy for him just by existing,’ Hoseok agrees. 

He grabs a drink, watching in amusement as Namjoon executes a well-timed dimple flash at a very beautiful woman wearing a white crop top.

He follows it up with a casual flex of his arms, because he’s always been an overachiever.

Soon enough Namjoon’s got his arm around her, but he’s still looking around for you.

‘Hobi, have you seen Scraps recently?’

‘Don’t worry,’ Hoseok jokes, ‘I can babysit your baby sister for you.’

It’s a dumb joke, a throwback to when Namjoon’s overprotectiveness was a running joke amongst the group. 

Hoseok only realises how it would sound to you when he sees the stricken look on your face. 

You’re too slow, and too upset, to hide it. 

Hoseok’s heart stops seeing you frozen in your tracks, barely two feet away.

You react first, tearing your eyes away from his, veering away from him even as he says your name and reaches for you.

Hoseok looks to Namjoon. He shrugs. ‘Let her cool off. We can talk to her tomorrow, ok?’

Hoseok can’t let you walk away, not like this. He starts after you.

By the time he finds you, you’re under some guy’s arm, smiling up at him. 

Hoseok says, ‘hey, can we talk?’

The guy’s arm tightens around you like he owns you, setting Hoseok’s teeth on edge.

You smile, but there’s a look in your eyes Hoseok’s never seen before.

‘Don’t worry, Hobi. I’m fine. Enjoy your night.’

Then you’ve turned away, and there’s only so much of the guy’s hands on you that Hoseok can watch before he’s turning away too.

***

Hoseok’s got the kitchen smelling like coffee and fresh bread by the time you make an appearance the next morning.

You give him a smile of genuine pleasure as you accept your mug of coffee.

Hoseok doesn’t want to sour the mood but he needs to set the record straight.

‘About last night,’ he says.

Your smile doesn’t dim. ‘It’s fine Hobi,’ you insist.

‘No,’ Hoseok says, ‘What I said— it was just a stupid joke. No one thinks of you as an annoying baby sister. I don’t think of you that way.’

You search his gaze.

‘It’s ok,’ you say. 

Hoseok knows that it’s not ok, he can hear it in the brittleness of your voice, he can see it in the way your eyes are shiny with tears.

You turn away. ‘I should pack. Thanks for the coffee.’

Hoseok says, ‘let me drop you off at the train station.’

***

You’re quiet as Hoseok drives, your seatbelt tight over your puffy jacket. 

‘I’ll be in your neck of the woods next month,’ Hoseok tells you.

‘Yeah?’ you ask. You smile. ‘Let me know if you want to meet up ok?’

There’s a pause, then you say, carefully, ‘don’t feel obliged though.’

Hoseok wants to go back in time and punch himself in the face for what he said.

‘I want to,’ he says.

You’re looking out the window, at the icy road, the January slush.

Hoseok parks up, and you turn to him, lips parting to thank him because you’ve always been sweet like that.

He leans over, across the centre console and kisses you.

You let out a soft breath that makes him feel a little crazy for you.

Your lips are sweet and warm. You taste like coffee and cinnamon.

Hoseok pulls away to check your expression.

‘Is this ok?’ he asks.

You nod so quickly he’s endeared. ‘Yes Hobi.’

Your hand’s curled around his neck like you don’t want to let him go.

‘I’m gonna talk to Namjoon,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘If you’re ok with that.’

‘What are you gonna say?’ you ask.

‘I’m gonna say that I like you,’ Hoseok says. He puts his hand on yours. ‘That I’m gonna ask you out.’

The smile you turn on him is so pretty he kisses you again.

***

Hoseok parks up outside your apartment. 

You’re at the door to greet him like you often do when he and Namjoon get back after a job.

The smile on your face falters even though he tries his best to smile back at you.

‘Hey, let’s get inside before you freeze, ok?’ 

He’s never been inside your apartment before, and he wants to look around but as he unzips his jacket you step forward and snuggle yourself into his chest for a hug.

Hoseok has a lot to say to you tonight but for now he lets himself lean into you just a little.

You smell so good. 

You’re looking up at him now. 

‘You spoke to my brother,’ you say, flat. It’s not a question.

‘I did,’ Hoseok says, figuring he might as well just come out and say it.

‘And.’

‘Namjoon’s worried about us dating,’ Hoseok tells you.

You’re both still standing in your hallway, next to the door.

You reach out and take his hand. 

‘Let’s talk about it,’ you say. ‘Stay for a bit.’

There’s a nervous energy to your posture as you wash up after dinner. Hoseok dries the dishes after you wash them, stacks them up.

You turn off the tap and turn to him. 

‘Want tea?’ you offer.

‘Let’s sit,’ Hoseok says.

You take the opposite end of the couch, pull a cushion into your lap.

‘Hey,’ you say, hesitant. ‘You don’t have to feel —‘ 

You pause like you’re searching for the word, but Hoseok thinks you’re just worried to say it.

He reaches for your hand.

‘You’re not going to hurt me if it was all a mistake,’ you say, and your candour takes Hoseok’s breath away.

You smile like you mean it. ‘We can forget it ever happened. You felt bad and we kissed. It’s no big deal.’

Hoseok can’t believe what a mess he’s made of this.

‘You’re right,’ he says. ‘I’m not going to hurt you, because I like you. I like you a hell of a lot.’

He reaches out to cup your face. 

‘I didn’t kiss you because I felt bad,’ he tells you, quietly. ‘I kissed you because I’ve been wanting to for years.’

‘I want to kiss you right now,’ he admits. ‘I promised your brother —‘

You cut him off by leaning close.

God he can smell your shampoo, familiar and sweet.

‘Forget my brother, Hobi. Do you want to kiss me now?’

Hoseok already knows he’s not going to say no to anything you ask for.

***

He’s lost track of time a little, lying in your bed like this, nothing but snow outside your window.

You’re in his arms, and he likes how you feel, all soft and warm.

He can’t believe he gets to hold you like this, that you’re burrowing your face into his neck.

Your lips press against his skin, and then there’s a thrilling moment when he isn’t quite sure it’s your tongue flicking against his neck.

Then your parted lips press against his skin and you suck.

Hoseok groans, hand coming up to tangle in your hair.

His cock presses against the seam of the nice jeans he put on because he wanted to look good for you.

He’s hard as you are soft.

From here he can see straight down your top, the curved mounds of your very pretty tits.

He can see the outlines of your nipples, pressing against the silky fabric. 

‘Can I touch you?’ he wants to know.

You lift your lips off his skin, and the look you give him is so heated he can’t stop himself.

He kisses you again, hungrily, revelling in the feel of your soft breaths against his cheek.

You whimper as he hooks a thumb under the strap of your top, tugging it off your shoulder. 

You do the same to the other strap, and Hoseok could cry at the sight of you.

He kisses over the tops of your breasts, moving slow, savouring the feel of you.

He flicks his tongue over a nipple, and a moan falls from your lips. Hoseok puts his lips to your nipple and sucks. Your hand curls around the back of his neck.

‘Don’t stop, Hobi,’ you plead. Hoseok doesn’t answer, can’t answer with your breast in his mouth, so he slides his hand around to your back, pulling you closer. 

You’re moving against him with that careless grace he’s always liked. He’s no slouch at controlling his movements but he loves the way you press against him. He likes the way your hips rub against his, the friction against his aching cock just enough.

You’re spreading your legs under him, your fingertips hooking into the waistband of his jeans.

‘Can I touch you?’ you ask, so sweet and polite Hoseok wants to worship you and defile you, not necessarily in that order.

‘Touch me, baby,’ he says, voice low, raspy.

You undo his jeans carefully, drawing him out as he pushes his jeans down. 

Your hand wraps around his cock, gentle, careful. You slip your thumb over the head, twisting slightly, making his hips rock into your hand.

‘You feel nice,’ Hoseok says, encouraging. He can’t look down, can’t watch you stroking him, because it’s too much. He might cum watching you, and he’ll be damned if he blows his load before he gets inside you.

‘Can I touch you?’ he asks, politely if not as sweetly as you asked.

‘Yes,’ you say, lips parted slightly as your hand tightens around his cock. 

‘Here, baby?’ Hoseok asks. He pulls your loose sweats down, admires the smooth warm skin of your thighs. He splays his hand over your skin, slips a thumb under the centre panel of your panties, right over your core.

He groans at how wet you are. 

‘For me?’ he asks, teasing.

Your eyes meet his, serious and dark as his fingers start to move inside you.

‘For you,’ you say, lip caught under your front teeth, plump, pink.

Hoseok curls a hand around himself, over your fingers, trying not to groan at the pleasure of it.

‘This is for you,’ he tells you.

‘I want it, Hobi,’ you say, voice breathless, high as he rubs his thumb over your clit.

‘You can have me,’ he promises.

He means it in so many ways he can’t say. He means you already have him, you’ll always have him, but he can’t tell you all that right now in this drugged haze of pleasure he finds himself in.

Hobi tries to show you instead.

He enters you slow, confidence building as he watches you writhe on his cock.

Your cheeks are warm, eyes bright, and you’re so beautiful he feels blinded.

So he closes his eyes.

Presses his lips to your skin.

Rocks against you, cock so hard he’s worried he’ll hurt you. Would be worried if it weren’t for the pleasured sounds falling from your lips.

You sound so pretty panting into his ear, gasping his name. 

Hoseok can feel the way you push up to meet him, thrust for thrust, ankles locked in the small of his back.

It’s so you that it pulls him out of his head for a moment. You’ve always given as good as you got, always supported Namjoon, pushing against him trying to keep you out of trouble.

Your hand on his cheek makes his eyes fly to yours.

‘Hey,’ you say, a question in your eyes even as you hold him close to you.

‘I can’t,’ Hoseok says. 

‘It’s ok,’ you say, simple, easy. 

Like you’re the one comforting him.

Hoseok pulls out, laying on top of you, hard and aching. 

He’s breathing quick, harsh. 

You kiss him on the cheek with such tenderness he wants to cry.

‘It’s ok, Hobi.’ The sadness in your voice makes his heart crack, just a little.

Then you’re sitting up, getting dressed. It’s dark now, he can just about make out the silhouette of you against the window.

You’re beautiful even when he can barely see you. He knows you so well his mind can fill in the blanks.

Hoseok feels like the worst kind of asshole. He shouldn’t have come here. Shouldn’t have touched you, let alone fucked you. And now you’re sitting by the window. It’s too dark to see your face.

You say, ‘hey, Hobi. It’s ok. We both love Joon.’

Hoseok gets up, kneels at your feet, your legs curled up in the armchair.

‘I’m sorry.’

There’s the faintest sigh, a thickness to your voice that hurts his heart. 

‘Me too, Hobi.’

***

Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi arrive back at Namjoon’s to a darkened house. 

Namjoon, always on high alert, is already on his phone calling you before Yoongi’s even flicked on the lights.

Hoseok’s up the stairs before he realises he’s moving. Your door’s slightly ajar, one look and he can see you’re not there.

Namjoon’s on the phone, his voice low, terse. ‘I’ll come and get you.’

He turns to them. ‘She’s down the block. I’ll walk her back home.’

‘What happened?’ Hoseok asks immediately, voice too brisk, snapping in his panic.

‘She’s fine,’ Namjoon answers. He’s already half out the door.

It’s only fifteen minutes before you and Namjoon are stomping on the mat before entering the kitchen, but Hoseok realises how tense he’s been when he sees your face.

You look a little tired and cold, and Hoseok notices you’ve got Namjoon’s jacket on, fluffy house slippers on your feet.

‘Someone knocked when we were out,’ Namjoon says. He looks tense, still. 

‘It was probably nothing. I shouldn’t have run,’ you say. You’re slipping Namjoon’s jacket off, Hoseok can see you’ve only got a thin t-shirt on underneath. 

You turn to Namjoon. ‘I’m going to bed. I really don’t think it was anything to worry about, Joon.’

Namjoon looks unconvinced, but he says nothing.

You nod to Yoongi and flick your gaze to Hoseok. He hasn’t seen you since he left your apartment that last time. 

You look at him for a moment, almost like you’re expecting to say something. 

Hoseok can think of a million things he wants to say to you, but he’s too slow. 

You’re stepping past him, careful not to touch him like he was never inside you. 

***

Hoseok’s trying to reach the cereal box on the top shelf, damn Namjoon and his long reach, when you enter the kitchen quietly one morning.

You’re in the clothes you went out in the night before, and he startles you so badly that your heels drop to the tiled floor with a clatter.

You look at them, and him, and decide to play it out with breathtaking audacity.

‘Good morning Hoseok,’ you say, like you have every reason to be in a very tight, very short black dress at 8am on a Sunday. 

‘Hi,’ Hoseok replies. ‘Want breakfast?’

You look at his arm, still outstretched, and reach under the table to pull out a step.

You hop up on it and get the cereal box down for him.

‘Joonie does it on purpose so I don’t finish the good cereal,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

Hoseok laughs, and you do too.

Your laugh is pretty, and Hoseok realises with a pang that it’s been a while since you last smiled at him like this.

‘Late night? Who’s the lucky guy?’ Hoseok asks, trying to sound casual.

The smile drops from your face as soon as the question leaves his mouth.

‘Ah, no one,’ you say. You’re stepping away carefully, sliding along the counter, picking up your shoes. You laugh, but it sounds forced. ‘Nothing happened.’

Hoseok says, ‘Scraps?’

‘Scraps is exactly what I am,’ you say. You sound like you’re joking, but there’s no humour in your expression. 

Hoseok’s reaching for you, but you’re turning to head up the stairs. 

***

Namjoon says, ‘we need another driver, Jimin’s still out with his wrist.’

‘What about Minjun?’ suggests Hoseok. 

‘He’s not free tonight,’ Namjoon replies.

‘Scraps?’ asks Yoongi.

‘I know you didn’t just suggest my sister for our most dangerous job in months,’ Namjoon says, eyes narrowed at Yoongi.

‘She’s like a sister to me too,’ Yoongi says, evenly. ‘Getaway is low risk.’

‘Not no risk,’ counters Namjoon.

‘Scraps is pretty good at looking after herself,’ Yoongi points out.

‘We’re not getting her involved in this,’ says Namjoon, sharply.

‘Involved in what?’ you ask. 

Hoseok looks up at you, and like always, is struck by how lovely you look. 

‘We need another driver for tonight’s job,’ Yoongi says to you.

‘And you’re not it,’ Namjoon says. 

‘I can help, Joon.’

‘She can ride behind me,’ Hoseok says. ‘We’ll convoy her.’

Namjoon gets up. ‘We could ask Haru.’

You stop him from pacing, gently, a hand on his arm. 

‘I can do it Joon.’

Namjoon looks at all your faces, the indecision on his face writ clear for all to see.

Gentle, as always, you tug at his arm. ‘Let’s take a walk, Joonie.’

‘It’s cold outside,’ Namjoon grumbles, but he’s already following you out the door.

It’s nearly an hour before you come back, flushed from the cold, shivering.

‘Hoseok, you’re in front like always, Yoongi you pull up the rear. Scraps will ride in between and she’s not getting out.’

Yoongi snorts. ‘It took you an hour freezing your balls off to work that out?‘

You lift the bag you’ve got dangling from your hand. 

‘We got take-out too.’

The smile on your face is infectious.

***

Hoseok starts his engine, hands moving to the steering wheel and the stick shift automatically. He glances in the mirror. There’s just enough light to see your face.

You stick your tongue out at him, and Namjoon, beside you, says something that makes you laugh. 

 Yoongi’s lights flick on behind you, reflecting against the stark white walls of the parking garage. Taehyung and Jungkook are riding with him. 

Jimin hits the gate switch, the shutters concertina up, and Hoseok does his customary rev as he rolls out. 

He drives slow initially, letting you get used to the pattern of his driving. He drives through an intersection, through the part of town where tight streets give way to wider lanes and longer stretches of dark. 

He rolls into a slip lane, joining the highway. The hand on the speedometer swings round steadily as he picks up the pace. 

You’ve found a rhythm now, keeping just the right amount of distance between you. Hoseok knows Yoongi, behind you, will take care of the rest.

He can’t see Namjoon but he imagines he’s sitting back in his seat.

Hoseok puts pressure on the accelerator. 

He drives, like he always does.

***

So far everything’s going to plan. Namjoon, Tae and Jungkook are out on the job, Hoseok’s circling the block, keeping an eye out.

There’s movement out of the corner of his eye, and Hoseok slows to get a better look.

The car pulls out in front of him quickly, too quickly.

Hoseok sees the gun, but he’s already reacted to it. 

In his lifetime of driving up front, his reflexes have never let him down. 

His car turns into the collision, headlights from the upcoming vehicle shining right in his window, blinding him. 

He’s cut it fine, but he’s done just enough. 

The other car hits him side on, crashing into the tail end of his car as he spins.

The impact is always jarring, no matter how much he tries to brace.

His airbag doesn’t deploy, thank god for small favours. 

Hoseok comes to a complete stop with his arms braced over his head.

He turns his head, looking for you. 

Your car’s stopped, lights on. 

He can’t see you. Fuck, where are you?

The passenger door’s wrenched open, and you’re climbing over, undoing his belt, calling his name.

‘Get back in the car,’ Hoseok tells you, urgently. ‘There’s a gun.’

‘Not without you,’ you say. ‘Come on, Hobi, get your ass in gear.’

Hoseok climbs out after you, staggers to your passenger seat. 

He risks a glance at the other car. The driver’s slumped over the wheel. 

Yoongi rolls up alongside you. ‘Get the fuck out,’ he commands. ‘Scraps, take Hobi and go. I’ll take care of the rest.’

You’re still looking at him, so Yoongi promises you, ‘I’m not coming back without Joon. Go, Scraps.’

You reach over and buckle Hoseok in. ‘Are you hurt?’ you ask. Your hand cups his cheek.

‘I’m good, Scraps. Let’s go.’

***

Hoseok’s never been driven by you before. 

If he had to compare driving styles, he’d say you’re most similar to Yoongi. 

There’s a quiet confidence about the way you drive, it’s unflashy but he likes it.

You’re driving down Samo Hills by the time Hoseok’s phone lights up.

‘Joon’s with Yoongi. They’re all fine,’ Hoseok tells you.

For the first time tonight, your hands tremble on the wheel.

‘Pull over,’ Hoseok says. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, feels the way you’re shaking.

‘Pull over, baby,’ he says.

You pull into a layby, cut the engine.

The lights fade out, and it’s so dark he can’t see you at all.

All he can hear is the hitches in your breathing as you cry, and Hoseok’s so sick of not giving in to you.

He pulls you into his arms.

He comforts you the way he wanted to that night he came to your apartment.

‘You’re ok, baby,’ he tells you, smoothing your hair, stroking your back, holding you tight.

Your tears wet his face, and Hoseok swipes his thumbs over your soft cheeks.

‘Don’t cry, Scraps, please,’ he pleads.

‘I thought you were hurt,’ you sob, words staccato, drawing gasps of breath in between.

Hoseok’s pretty sure he’s bruised if not broken a couple ribs, but there’s no way he’s telling you that.

‘I’m fine,’ he tells you, tilting your chin. Your eyes search his face, lips parted slightly.

‘I’m gonna kiss you, is that ok?’ he asks.

You nod. 

Hoseok nudges in close, breathes in your scent, and kisses you with all the longing he’s felt for you.

Since you first started hanging out with him after school. 

Since he saw you with that absurdly cute backpack strapped to you.

Since that New Year’s eve where he had to watch another man touch you when it should have been him with his arm around you.

Hoseok’s not going to let himself make the same mistakes again.

You’re whimpering in his ear, soft sounds making his cock surge in his pants, making him chub up for you.

Hoseok leans the seat back as far as it’ll go, watches as you look him over.

‘Come sit on me,’ he says, his voice that raspy low tone he gets when he’s turned on.

You climb over him gracefully, all legs and big eyes. 

Hoseok pulls you down to him. Your hips move against his, and he groans. 

‘I want you, Hobi,’ you say, quietly, eyes shining.

‘You have no idea how much I want you,’ Hoseok replies. 

There’s a devilish spark in your eye. 

‘How much do you want me?’ you ask.

Hoseok blinks at you.

Christ. Are you pouting at him?

You’re undoing your jeans, the sliver of pink panties enough for his cock to press uncomfortably at the seam of his pants.

‘You left me all wet for you before,’ you say, when Hoseok doesn’t reply. 

Hoseok can’t stop his groan as you push your jeans down and travel your fingers under the band of your panties.

‘You’re gonna make me cum just watching you,’ he tells you. 

‘Are you hard for me?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

‘I’m so fucking hard,’ Hoseok tells you, honestly.

‘Show me.’

Hoseok undoes the fly of his pants, pushes them down. He watches as your eyes drop to the outline of his cock.

‘We haven’t got a lot of room,’ you say. 

You tug your panties aside and roll your hips over his bulge.

Hoseok puts his hands on your hips. 

‘You gonna let me in?’ he asks.

He draws himself out of his briefs, hard, leaking, already sensitive.

You brace a hand against the window and scoot forward. 

Hoseok grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his cock.

‘Hobi,’ you cry, as he fills you.

‘Yeah?’ he asks. ‘You like me like that?’

You moan instead of answering, and Hoseok jerks his hips up against you.

 ‘Answer me,’ he says.

‘I like you inside me,’ you say, moaning as he bucks up again.

‘I like being inside you,’ Hoseok tells you. He squeezes your hip. ‘Fuck! You feel so good.’

He lifts up your top, pushes your lacy bralette up so he can touch your skin.

Fuck your tits look beautiful. 

You look beautiful.

You’re biting your lip as you ride him, all slick and sweaty and breathless, and Hoseok could watch you forever.

He pushes up against the footwell, bucking up into you, hips slamming up into yours.

He can tell you’re close by the way you’re clenching around him, by the way your voice has gone high as you pant his name.

He pulls you down against him, mouth open against your skin, whispering praise to you as you take him.

You tell him you’re cumming, and Hoseok can’t hold back. He flexes up into you, grunting as he releases, hot streaks of cum that roll down his cock as you move your hips. You moan and bury your face in his neck.

Hoseok curls his arms around you, taking the weight of you, and closes his eyes. 

Why has he spent so much time fighting this? You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

***

Hoseok stirs when you start moving. You put a hand on his chest, and he brings his own hand up to cover it.

You look at him, uncertainly.

‘Stay,’ he says.

He’s hardening again, the head of his cock pushing against your folds, so close because he hadn’t moved after he’d softened out of you the first time.

He shifts, moving so he’s on top of you, between your legs.

You’re looking up at him, eyes so wide he can’t help himself. 

He kisses you again.

He pulls back just long enough to ask if he can enter you again.

This time, it’s slow. 

Hoseok kisses you as he thrusts, your eyelids, your cheeks, the hollow between your collarbones. 

‘I’ve missed you,’ he tells you. 

His reward is a smile so bright it could light up the world.

The pleasure’s building, slow, and he thinks he could keep going like this, make you cum on his cock. 

So he does. He rocks his hips against yours, whispering praise in your ear as he fucks into you.

You’re getting tighter now around him, arching against him.

He knows you’re close. ‘Hey,’ he says, raspy, low. 

Good girl that you are, you moan, ‘yes, Hobi?’

‘Cum for me,’ he urges, reaching down, squeezing your ass.

He moves faster, which you seem to like. 

He feels like he’s hurtling to the edge of a precipice, pleasure surging. 

For a moment, he’s suspended.

Then he falls, and he takes you with him.

***

By the time Hoseok rolls back into the parking garage, the dawn’s starting to break.

He parks up in his usual space. 

You’re climbing out the other side of the car, greeting Namjoon in a tight hug, grabbing Yoongi’s arm when it looks like he’s about to pretend he doesn’t want to hug.

Hoseok grabs Namjoon after you’re done with him, because he’s his closest friend, and last night was a hell of a lot.

Namjoon’s hold is tight, strong, sore on his broken ribs but Hoseok wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.

He exchanges a look with Namjoon as he pulls away. 

He has a feeling Namjoon already knows what he’s going to say before he turns to you, holding out his arm.

‘Come on Scraps, let’s go to bed.’

You curl into his side. 

©hamsterclaw 2022

#jhope smut #jhope x reader #bts smut #hoseok fanfic

[ot9snumber1]

masterlist

rules: minors, men, & non-sapphics dni, no dom/gp!r sorry

mostly member/s x reader but i might write a few member/s x member fics here and there (mohyo, jichaeng, sachaeng, poly!misamo only) emoji anon list

italic = drabble

ot9 / unit perv!twice hcs ; suggestive / smut perv!samo ; smut ; pt 1 , pt 2 gp!alpha!misamo ; smut misamo & bondage ; suggestive/smut-ish

im nayeon volleyball captain!ny ; smut bunny!ny ; smut

yoo jeongyeon

hirai momo honey ; suggestive + angst overstimulating gp!momo ; smut call me at midnight ; fluff

minatozaki sana

park jihyo mommy!jihyo ; smut

myoui mina

kim dahyun

son chaeyoung craving ; smut

tiger!chae hcs ; fluff & smut

masterpiece ; smut

chou tzuyu tzuyu & short!reader ; fluff

poly!misamo walk, rest, running (yeah!) ; fluff dom!samo + sub!mina ; smut sub!momo losing a bet to dom!misana ; smut dom!misana punishing bratty sub!momo ; smut

jichaeng

sachaeng

mohyo

#ot9snumber1 #masterlist

[momotorin]

gingerbread house

fluff | architect!sana x baker!momo au | MEN DNI!!

some fluff for the holidays!

it's that time of the year when everything and everyone's cooping up in their homes— warmed by the fireplace, heating up some chocolate with hot milk, and all the festivities for christmas.

momo wakes up to the smell of cookies, burnt, crisp in the air.

"sana, baby?" she calls out, walking towards the kitchen as the burnt smell jolts her senses awake. "hey," she went up to her lover, holding her by the waist as she opened an oven full of burnt cookies again. momo laughs as sana pouts. "what did you do?"

"i just wanted to surprise you with a gingerbread house since you've been wanting one," sana sighs in defeat, removing her mittens and facing the blueprint she made. "i wish i could ge-"

momo goes up to her side with shock, seeing the blueprint with the exact measurements, the exact height, all of these just to make momo's gingerbread house. momo smiles as she kisses sana's cheek, giggling in joy, "baby, when did you do this?"

sana was still sighing as she melted into momo's form, her breath close to momo's neck. "since early morning."

"since we want to have that gingerbread house so bad," momo smiles, her head coming with a compromise. "what if i do the baking and you do the assembling?"

sana sighs, "i wanted to surprise you though."

"well, this is still quite the surprise, baby," she kisses sana's cheek once more as she puts on her apron and ties her hair, ready to get in the action of baking. "this is so detailed, baby," momo looks at sana's blueprints. "let's go make this. tell me what you want me to do, okay?"

"baby, this is so much trouble," sana chuckles as she puts momo's cheeks together. "what if you tell me what i can do?"

"you know what," momo chuckles. "let's just do this together, baby."

"okay," sana smiles. "yeah, let's just do this together."

"let's start with the cookies," momo says, taking the bag of flour. "how many did you burn?"

"i don't know," sana chuckles as she helps momo sift the flour. "like half?"

momo laughs as she mixes the flour with other dry ingredients that the cookies need.

sana, with her naughty hand, takes a swipe of flour and spreads it across her lover's cheek.

"sana," momo whines out, jokingly as she chuckles. "you really wanna play that game, huh." she dips her fingers in flour, spreading it across sana's cheek. "you're so cute. like a little cat." she puts another line on sana's other cheek, as sana shuts her lips close, dipping her whole hand in the flour bag.

sana then splashes the flour on momo's face, and momo does the same, making a mess in the kitchen.

they laugh together, as sana spreads the flour across momo's face.

"mochi," she comments, rolling the pads of her palm on momo's cheeks like she's kneading. "you're too cute."

"whatever you say, chicken," momo pouts at her lover's flour covered face. "let's fry you next."

"no," sana whines as she laughs. "this is stupid."

"it isn't," momo places a chaste kiss on sana's lips. "i can't bake like this."

"you can," sana chuckles. "come on, baby," she says, getting the other ingredients. "i'll help you, promise."

well, sana did help, even if she constantly hugs momo with her face full of flour.

"you know what," momo laughs, finally loading the cookies in their oven. "our kitchen would've been burnt if you continued baking, because you do this," momo points to her face. "c'mon, let's take a bath first. it'll bake and cool there at the same time, don't worry."

"okay, then." she takes momo's hand, pulling her close. momo chuckles as she kisses sana deeply.

"we still need to take them out though," momo teases. "so you can't really do anything other than wash off the flour with me, hm?"

after a few kisses, and washing off the flour later, momo and sana finally took the gingerbread cookies out of the oven. it was perfect, rising and cut in all the right places.

sana smiles, seeing the work of her lover laid out in front of her.

momo goes to the refrigerator to get her icing, "you're glad i still got a ton of these," she jokes. "you better build that house good, ms. architect."

sana fakes a salute, "yes, madame. i won't waste your precious cookies."

momo placed a kiss on sana's cheek as she went to her side, helping her piece out the forms of the gingerbread cookies the same with her blueprint.

"this is so extra," momo chuckles. "i'm gonna frame and put this in the kitchen."

"don't even." sana says, laughing as she was already putting icing to design the sides of the gingerbread house.

momo helps sana build the house. it wasn't that grand, but it was like how sana drew it on her blueprint— brick house, with a small chimney on top, fenced, with a lot of little candy canes, and the gingerbread man just in front of the house.

"this is too cute," momo takes a photo of it with sana beside it. she places a kiss on sana's lips, deep, her affection overflowing. "thank you, i love you."

"merry christmas, baby," sana sighs in satisfaction as she hugs momo tightly. "i love you too."

"you'd make a really good cake decorator," momo jokes. "everything in here is just so neat."

"yeah, i was thinking of resigning," sana jokes, chuckling. "and just spending time with you."

"what, wait, baby," momo says, puzzled. "are you serious with that?"

"spending time with you? definitely yes." she held both of momo's hands. "but the resignation part, not really. jihyo's going to haunt my architectural life forever if i resign like that," sana kisses momo's hand. "but, i do have another blueprint though."

"oh, tell me, please." momo smiles, interested in her lover's endeavors.

sana groaned as she reached out for the drawing tube beside the table. she pulls the fresh plate out of it, and shows it to momo.

"here," sana spreads it out beside momo. she lets momo read the project first. "what do you-"

momo kissed her deeply on the lips once more. "yes," her eyes crinkle in joy, seeing that the project was their future home, somewhere close to sana's hometown, moving into a much bigger place than their flat. "yes, sana."

sana laughs, "i was so afraid that you'd say no since you have work here, and the bakery you've been working in…"

momo sighs as she holds both of sana's cheeks. "no, no," momo says. "i could just find a bakery there, or better, i'd make a bakery. you've made me a little spot in this blueprint too," momo smiles as she points out the small place that was drawn. "i promise to make something good out of it."

sana sighs in content, and kisses her lover once more. "i love you."

momo hugs her tightly, "i love you more, baby."

#twice fluff #twice #twice imagines #momo imagines #sana imagines #samo twice #samo imagines #samo fluff

[allfortzu]

Do you have any recommendations of twice fic series, mainly fantasy or thriller genre? I'm in the mood to read one but It's hard to find nowadays 🫤

-datzu

I agree!! these genres are difficult to write in rpf so I get it, but I still get sad 😭😭 maybe you've already read these ones too, but here are a few I like!!! (and other adjacent-ish ones 🫂)

do keep in mind that I don't really read thriller, if at all, so sorry if my interpretation of it is mild 😭

play your cards right -- eternallylilac (mitzu // fantasy/medieval!au // maybe horror? angst) (very underrated 🥹)

elegy to a dying breath -- @judjira (saida // horror/thriller? // angst)

not traditional fantasy, but:

stumbling through the dark -- yodaonce (superpower!au // found family) (this fic consumed me and every day I eagerly await an update)

you better hold onto what's left of me -- artistic_groove (natzu // pacificrim!au // incomplete)

how to train your dragon rider -- artistic_groove (datzu // dragons!au // fluff)

burning -- sorrymom (minayeon, samo // atla!au // I haven't finished this but it's by sorrymom so! it'll be good 🫂)

I hope you like some of these!!! 🫶🫶

#sorry this took a bit i was looking for the links!! i wish i could see every fic ive kudoed before 😭😭😭 #it was nice remembering all these fics again tho <3 #i really hope you enjoy some of these as much as i did!!!! 🫂🫂 #asks #datzu anon

[yankstrash]

hii, can u do fluff 95 and 103 for mackie pls

request for the umich celly extravaganza !

"Shh, it's okay, you're safe." & "I'm not leaving you alone." for Mackie

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety & panic

School had been making you nothing but anxious these past few weeks. Between studying for midterms, writing papers, tutoring younger students and trying to go to all of Mackie's games, it's become a lot for you.

Your anxiety was at an all time high, and had been disrupting your sleep lately. Leading you to now. You jolted awake, sweat dripping off your forehead and heart beating out of your chest. You frantically reached your hands out to Mackie's side of the bed, grabbing for your boyfriend as tears began to form in your eyes.

Within seconds, he was sitting up and pulling you into his arms.

"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay, you're safe." He said, as he held you tightly against his chest, rubbing your back up and down.

Mackie knew about the anxiety you were experiencing, and urged you to take it easy on yourself. However, you assured him you were doing what you needed to do and the anxiety just had to come along with it.

"Baby, breathe. You're okay, I'm right here." He continued to soothe you as you sobbed into his chest.

He began to pull away a bit, and you pulled him back in tighter. "I'm just going to get you some water, okay honey? I'm not leaving you alone, I promise." He assured, as he got out of bed and went to get you a glass of water.

When he returned, you drank your water, then immediately pulled your boyfriend back to you.

"Sweetheart, I need you to get some rest this weekend. Don't worry about school, don't worry about my hockey games. Rest, please."

You looked up at Mackie with red eyes. "But, but, your game this weekend! You guys are playing Minny, it's huge! I can't miss it, I-" You began to say, but Mackie put his finger over your lips and lightly shushed you.

"Your health is way more important. Please, for me, stay home." He pleaded.

You sighed. You knew he was right, you needed a break. Although you felt awful about missing such an important game, Mackie assured you he'd much rather you stay home and rest than go.

"Okay." You said as you closed your eyes and fell back into him.

Mackie kissed your head and said "Don't worry about the game, I'll take care of business. I always do."

You lightly laughed at his response. "Yes you do, Samo."

#mackie samoskevich #mackie samoskevich imagine #mackie samoskevich x reader #umich hockey #yankstrash extravaganza

[jihyocentric]

Request!!

We all know how SaMo is right? Sana's affectionate while Momo says she hates her affection, but she doesn't bcs deep down Momo is in love with her

So I'm thinking Omega!Momo and Alpha!Sana playing around that way at practice, but Momo ends up calculating her heat a bit wrong and unexpectedly falls into one in the middle of it, the managers go to help her and take her home but she keeps murmuring something they can't make out, only when they're about to go through the door do they hear a louder "I want Sana" a bit slurred, however she's still separated from Sana, so her cries get louder and louder and she trying to get away and follow her scent.

Alpha!Sana who was watching that, feeling more annoyed and agitated by the second (Momos heat ends up triggering her rut) pulls Momo from them while growling and just tells them to take them both to the car and drive to the dorms, where Sana proceeds to tend to her momorings heat.

In the end the both confess to each other and its all fluff and cute.

momo never forgets her heats. she can't, because her schedules wouldn't allow her and she had to be in control of those sorts of things.

it shouldn't have come that early, yet momo was triggered, starting to sweat midst practice, body growing weaker and feverish, and when the staff tried to help, sana didn't allow them, as she heard it clearly that momo wanted her.

sana doesn't know what she's doing until she realizes she has brought them back home by herself, and momo is all over her. she doesn't react at first, worried about taking advantage of momo when the omega was in heat, not wanting to do anything they'd both regret.

"please, sana." momo all but begs.

sana looks at her and her pants grow tight. she had never seen momo in heat before, although they've known each other in what felt like forever, but now that she gets to see it she feels something different, a feeling she'd never felt towards any other omega, an impulsive urge to take.

"please what?" sana asks, perhaps too harshly, unsettled with how good momo's scent was, how it made her hard and took away all of her sanity.

"i w-want you," momo says, getting impossibly closer to sana, giving sana no way out really. "i need you." she corrects, nuzzling up against sana, rubbing herself on her to get sana to understand her need, really leaving her scent on her.

sana couldn't trust herself anymore. it's like something shifts inside of her, and then all she knows is that she's taking momo to her own room and locking the door. when she places momo in her bed, she knows there's no way out anymore.

"once we start we can't go back," sana warns, still trying to gather some control, despite feeling the imminent rut consume her the longer she stays close to momo. "do you still want it?"

ignoring sana's words, momo pulls her closer for a kiss. it's all it takes to make sana's inner alpha come out from its coffin. sana kisses her back just as intensely, stopping every other moment to take a piece of clothing off, doing the same to momo carelessly, even when she hears a ripping sound.

momo whines when sana's teeth find her neck, biting down as if wanting to calm herself. it's not deep enough to mark momo, but it makes sana's heart stop pounding as if it wanted to seep through her mouth.

it's something sana has always wanted, but only now she comes to acknowledge it. she runs her hands over momo's flushed cheeks, letting her know she's there, a silent promise that she'd take care of her. momo tries to pull her closer, holding sana's waist, aching for the hardened shaft in front of her, and sana can't say no to a polite request like that.

"yes," momo wails when sana pushes in, sinking her nails on the alpha's back. "sana, sana..."

"shh." sana lays atop momo, between her legs, fully sheathed inside her. "i'll take care of you," she gives momo her word, hips moving back and forth slowly, not wanting to overwhelm momo.

momo is easy, pliant, and sana relishes in every clench of her walls around her cock, every moans she gets out of momo and the way momo welcomes her, dripping wet and deliciously warm. the first time momo comes is not nearly enough to cease the heat, to make her stomach stop aching for sana, and so is the second.

"i need your..." momo whimpers, cupping the back of sana's neck. "breed me, sana," she asks desperately, barely able to speak with sana's unruly pace.

sana usually took her time, but the moment momo asks her that her stomach tenses, as if it was approaching the edge through command. she ruts into momo, panting as she slid her knot inside, making momo cry out loudly at the intense stretch, but sana gives her no time to think about the pain, spilling her load deep inside, just like momo wanted.

it's not enough — sana knows, yet she allows herself to take a break, letting her weight rest over momo, feeling every clamp of momo's walls around her still leaking cock. it would take a while for the knot to disappear, this time longer than sana would've expected, and none of them said a word as they waited.

the silence is comfortable, until it isn't.

"i've always wanted this," momo says it first, much to sana surprise. she seems calmer now, the heat clearly still taking over her but less than before. "i've always wanted you."

sana doesn't look at her, the position too comfortable for her to move. "me too."

"i know." momo replies quickly. "i just wanted you to know. i love you, sana."

sana doesn't trust herself to talk, taken aback by momo's confession, but she can't keep quiet. "i love you too."

"i know." momo repeats.

it's a matter of time until momo asks sana to start moving, but for the while they stay like that. comfortable, safe, drowning inside a cloud of their mixed scents.

#anon #momo #sana #samo #g!p #abo #fill

[astars-things]

Freshies

You had stayed sober at the party unlike, the freshies. You and Mackie being their  “parents” and being sober had to make sure they got to the dorms safely and don’t get lost or end up in a bush

You had gathered all the freshman and made them all hold hands so none of them separated 

You were at the start of the line and Mackie was at the end (it was like a human train type thing)

"cmon guys follow the line leader" mackie pointed out

"yes dad" the freshies replied almost in sink, you just laughed

after the many stares from people passing by you guys had finally arrived at the dorms, going to each dorm at a time dropping them all off 

Later that night you left outside their doors some Advil, gatorade and some embarrassing photos of each of them in little baskets

The next morning at practice they didn’t look good but they thanked you for keeping them safe 

Requests are open 

Love you all 

Reblog 

#mackie samoskevich #fluff #imagines #x reader #umich hockey #hockey blurbs #umich imagine #umich blurbs #mackie samo #mackie x reader #send in requests

[best-kirby-character-tournament]

The Official Season 2 Bracket!

These matchups are (mostly) randomized, but mod had to edit a few to (attempt) to make them fairer. Mod doesn't think it worked >.<

Anyway- This is the official Season 2 bracket for Round 1 of the Best Kirby Character Tournament! You can see some team names, while other characters in a team may not have one (mod couldn't think of anything for them >.<) Team names are subject to change if mod or someone else thinks about a better one!

Round 1A

Wave 1 (Complete!):

Taranza vs Elfilin (Winner: They tied!)

Chaos Elfilis vs Susie (Winner: Susie)

Team Flying Hazards (Dyna Blade and Landia) vs Batafire (Winner: Team Flying Hazards)

Team Flowery Beasts (Sectonia Soul and Clawroline and Leongar) vs Gooey (Winner: Gooey)

Wave 2 (Complete!):

Meta Knight vs Team One-Eyed Fighters (Captain Waddle Doo and The Magolor Epilogue Final Boss [name censored to prevent spoilers]) (Winner: Meta Knight)

Drawcia vs Papi (Winner: They tied!)

NESP vs Team Floating Bombs (Lololo and Lalala and Poppy Bros Jr.) (Winner: Team Floating Bombs)

Team Friendly Faces (Tiff and Tuff and the Animal Friends) vs Adeleine and Ribbon (Winner: Adeleine and Ribbon)

Wave 3 (Complete!):

Bandana Waddle Dee vs Mabel (Winner: Bandana Waddle Dee)

The Mage Sisters vs Beam Attack Waddle Doo (Winner: Beam Attack Waddle Doo)

Tropic Woods and eNeMeE vs Galacta Knight (Winner: Galacta Knight)

Sailor Waddle Dee vs Awoofy (Winner: Sailor Waddle Dee)

Wave 4 (Complete!):

King Dedede vs Team Important Figures (Yabui and Mayor Len) (Winner: King Dedede)

Team Deadly Paint (Necrodeus and Elline) vs Chisp (info on Chisp here) (Winner: Chisp)

Dark Daroach vs The Meta-Knights (Winner: The Meta-Knights)

Melman vs Samo (Winner: They tied!)

Round 1B

Wave 1 (Complete!):

Shadow Kirby vs Dark Matter Swordsman (Winner: They tied!)

Dark Taranza vs 02/Zero^2/Zero Two (Winner: Zero Two)

Yin-Yarn and Nightmare vs Queen Sectonia (Winner: Queen Sectonia)

The Fairy Queen vs Morpho Knight (Winner: Morpho Knight)

Wave 2 (Complete!):

Dark Meta Knight vs Daroach (Winner: They tied!)

Game Waddle Dees vs Waddle Doo (Winner: Game Waddle Dees)

The Squeakers vs Escargoon (Winner: Escargoon)

NME Salesman vs Commentator Waddle Dee (Winner: Commentator Waddle Dee)

Wave 3 (Complete!):

Marx vs Marx Soul (Winner: Marx)

Team 2/3's of a Trio (Garlude and Knuckle Joe's Father) vs Knuckle Joe (Winner: They tied!)

Lady Like vs Buttercup (Winner: Lady Like)

Galactic Nova vs Spikehead and Sir Ebrum (Winner: Galactic Nova)

Wave 4 (Complete!):

Magolor vs Magolor Soul (Winner: Magolor)

Anime Waddle Dees vs Team Toys and Cars (Gengu and Gus) (Winner: Anime Waddle Dees)

Prince Fluff vs Gryll (Winner: Prince Fluff)

Wolfwrath vs Sirica (Winner: Sirica)

Round 1 is complete! Thanks for voting everyone! ^-^

#kirby character tournament #not a poll #tournament poll #kirby character bracket confirmation! #kirby #kirby series #kirby fandom