#and the poster they had up on their bedroom walls (''naruto'' was even part of the program!)

[bunny-hoodlum]

Asynchronous With You: Ch 5.5

ship: naruhina

rating: teen (references to much ecchi this chapter)

tags: Modern Day AU, Foster Siblings, Family, Angst, Unrequited Love, Poor Communication

summary: An awkward journey full of self-denial and missed moments between two foster siblings. Perhaps their love will find the right timing someday.

She can't stand herself right now, so she makes him feel like he's the untolerated one

She just wants to be alone.

Between the abandonment from her parents, the fact that she wronged Hanabi and will deserve the worst outcome for it, to the way Naruto skillfully fucks up her emotions without even trying, she just wants it all to stop.

It's all… so itchy.

These events and circumstances, they gravitate to her, they stick to her fly-trap skin and die. And she can't be rid of it.

It's all fated.

Her whole existence is one incurable allergy, and continued exposure will only lead to anaphylaxis.

However, if she closes her eyes and lays very still atop her covers, she can dream of a world where everything is as it should be.

One where her parents cherish her and she and Hanabi are one of the closest sisters you'll ever see.

A world where Neji didn't lose his parents, yet it would still feel like he's always lived with her in the same house.

A world where Naruto had never been orphaned, had grown up secure in the love of his parents so that he didn't have to inebriate himself on his vices.

She just can't stand being his sister, because it makes her feel depraved.

She can't stand all the ways that she wants to compete against those other girls.

She's got the home advantage.

Proximity is everything, or it should be.

She doubts he would hate it if he found the hole had grown bigger. She doubts he would hate testing it out.

She pictures it and pictures it, and it's exciting. Tingles shoot down into her belly, traveling lower and lower.

It's so wrong how much she wants to be claimed.

She knows he wouldn't dare.

She knows he would hate it if the one offering themselves on the other side was her.

She can't stand how she had wanted to be curled against his side on the train ride to Neji, how she wished his voice would tickle her ears again like when they were kids, giving her the reassurance that she needed.

She can't stand how she had conspired with Neji to make Naruto feel off-kilter, like he didn't know her at all, just to hand off this whole cosmic unfairness onto him.

Any effort on her part brings them closer together as foster siblings, so really, could anyone blame her for giving up at this point?

She's starting to feel itchy again.

Hinata sucks in a sharp breath as she wills her legs to work.

She needs to apologize to him.

She wobbles out of her room, then leans against his bedroom door. She knocks against the wood. Her efforts are weak at first, hesitant pauses punctuated between each knock. Then desperation finally takes hold, and her knocking picks up as much volume as intensity.

She knows what she's here to do.

It's not that hard.

But the hushed desires crowding the back of her mind, the clawing need to clear the air and put her anxieties down for good, these make it so hard for her to breathe.

These make her not trust herself to be alone with him.

The door handle rotates, the click hitting her ears like the cocking of a gun hammer.

Her heart seizes in a panic.

He greets her with an affronted frown, then tugs at his earbud wires. Thunderous drums and riotous electric guitars buzzed like industrial wasps from the earbuds. When he hit pause on his phone screen, the absence of noise made their home feel like a cave.

Cold and vast.

"I-I have things to say." Her nose wrinkled with embarrassment.

Naruto stepped away from the door, allowing her passage into his room.

It feels like it's been forever since she's stepped foot in here. The posters were all different, and there was an abundance of them plastered along his walls. To her shame, the ceiling over his bed was also well-decorated with the ripped out pages of Gravure models. They all had different looks, different shapes and sizes.

Did he really have no preference?

As she hovered awkwardly in the middle of his room, he took a seat on his bed and patted the empty spot beside him.

She stared, her skepticism all too open.

"Hinata…" His eyes implored her, but when she would still go no closer to him, he was reminded of a life he had thought long-forgotten, back when he was treated like a germ. He shut his mouth, and buried that pain down deep. He couldn't bring himself to say those words. It felt way too pathetic.

His eyes followed her as she headed for his desk and slid the chair out from it. But then she stood there, staring at it too, like it would infect her.

With a growl, he collapsed onto his bed. "You're not going to sit, you're not going to talk--"

"I am going to talk."

"So talk." He laced his fingers behind his head, staring at her pointedly.

She pushed the chair back, and turned towards him, her hands wringing themselves to the point of splintering bones.

"I'm sorry. Neither of us have had a choice in all of this. The only thing we can choose to do is be better to each other."

His pointed look evolved with a lifted eyebrow. "Yeah, we kind of decided that early on, didn't we? I made sure to get along with Neji, and I protected you. It's what I could do. The bullying you endured didn't just stop for no reason."

"I-I know. And what I'm saying is, I'm the-the one whose g-given up on--" Her stuttering caused him to sit up.

"Hey, Hinata? Hey, hey, hey," He stood up and walked over to her, his hands clasping over her strangled ones. "It's okay. C'mon, it's okay. Try to breathe," he extricated her hands from each other and squeezed each of them in his own, offering her strength. "Breathe. Breathe."

But that shaky breath she took caused a few tears to let loose, and for her to question her purpose here.

When he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her tight, her mouth smashed against his shoulder, the sobs wouldn't stop. The air was like pins in her throat and she felt so, so itchy.

His bedroom was caked in perfume and sex just as she had always imagined, and she wanted to wipe that all away.

"I c,c,can't be a g,good s,s,sister."

She wanted to love him fully.

He stroked her hair and shushed her.

"You'll be an amazing sister. That little brat already loves you. Hell, sometimes I think I won the lottery myself, y'know?"

She wanted to pound her fists against his chest. Instead she clawed the fabric of his lounge hoodie, because she may not be able to hold onto him like this for much longer.

I don't want to be your sister.

I don't want you for a brother.

These are the things she wishes she could say. With every intention of making it up to him, if he would have her.

Before she came here, she needed to gauge how badly he wanted to be part of this family. But now that he went and said something like that… she doesn't have the heart to take this away from him.

"I-I'll do better, Naruto-lun, I,I,I'll do better."

"Geez, you push yourself hard enough, don't you?" He teased.

In the world she dreams up when her eyes are closed, she's able to press her lips to his, all questions erased from both their minds as they melt into the rightness of each other's bodies.

In reality, this is as far as they can go.

AN: I didn't feel comfortable leaving them all passive-aggressive and whatnot, because I no longer like that part of my writing? I think in the past I was fascinated with the whole concept of 'this is what happens when you let things be', but lately it's not all that fascinating, it actually feels pretty dumb. So maybe this is just one of those stories where it's like, 'Yeah, this ain't working for this'. Also, I used to think communication, even if it's healthy, was boring no matter what. Like, 'Easily solved! There is no story!', but lately my mindset on that has evolved and maybe that's because of exposing myself to better stories and media. Anyways, another short one, unfortunately, but I hope you liked it! This chapter has allowed me to go back to advancing the plot with summaries, so I'm quite looking forward to speeding things up. IDK if there is actual NH juiciness up ahead, but we'll see the story allows. 😅 I really had imagined Hinata getting up to more bold 'hint-dropping hijinks' like she did with her shirt, but it seems like it wrote itself out. :( lesigh.

#naruhina fanfiction #naruto x hinata #naruhina #modern au #chapter 5.5

[yenni19]

The Great Escape pt 6

After she left her village, she traveled three days to the land of waves living in a rural town to settle down. Himawari got a one bedroom apartment while working the fields as a rice farmer

Himawari(finishing her task): here you go Mr Yoshi...the logs are up to date for the next month

Mr Yosi(receiving the log): you are an angel sweetheart...too bad your pregnancy limits your work...when you first came here you were our fastest crop farmer and collector...but who knew you knew how to log rice per capita

Himawari(smiling): thank you Mr Yoshi...well I better get home...I need to attend to my own chores

Mr Yoshi: I understand...well be careful dear

Himawari: I will Mr Yoshi

She arrives home and takes a rest...she removes her cloak covering her five month belly...she sits in the rocking chair and starts to sing to her unborn child

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It's been two months since Himawari disappeared without a trace. The whole village is devastated thinking the worst has happened to her. Hinata barely eats and is locked up in Himawari's room crying most nights. Naruto tries to participate in the search for his missing daughter while Boruto investigates the cause of her disappearance.

Boruto(knocks on kawaki's door): Hey open up.....I know you just came back from a mission last week....we need to talk

Kawaki(opening the door): If it's about your sister...I already told you....I know nothing of her wearabouts...

Boruto: I know that idiot....why didn't you tell me she broke up with you!?

Kawaki: I never told you because it wasn't your concern....!

Boruto forces himself inside, Kawaki shuts the door

Boruto: I need know....why would a love-stuck girl like my sister decide to ends things with you...and disappear two days later without saying goodbye

Kawaki: because she's selfish...arrogant and moody...I mean eveytime we went on a dinner date she would get sick as a dog if she didn't like the food...

Boruto: what did you just say?

Kawaki: when we would go out to dinner she would have the urge to go to the bathroom to puke when something didn't sit right with her as she ate...she told me it was stress but I didn't believe it...

Then Boruto remembered when he seen Himawari come out of a family clinic two weeks before her disapperance

Boruto(realizing): No she....its not possible (he grabs Kawaki and pins him to the wall) be honest with me when you two disappeared together hours before the party did you or did not have sex with Himawari

Kawaki(guilty): yes...but I didn't do it to score with her I did it because I loved her....!

Boruto knees him in the gut making Kawaki gasp for air

Boruto(angry): that's just a fraction of my anger...you will be hearing from me after this problem is solved

Kawaki: I don't understand....

Boruto(grabbing him by his collar): since you are part of the problem u are going to help me...but first we must stop by aunt Sakuras clinic to verify my suspicions

They head to Sakuras clinic, as they arrive Sarada and Inojin are there

Sarada: Boruto there's something I must show you....

Boruto: I know but we need you to hack into the computer and find my sister's name in the patient registry....

Sarada pulls out the file and gives it to him

Sarada: from April to July Himawari has been seen by my mom's nurse practitioner miss Hirosha...when my mom noticed some files missing she asked miss Hirosha but said she misplaced them....Himawari has been seen six times in this clinic in the three months of...

Boruto: I know...in the three months of her pregnancy

Sarada(walking towards kawaki): here Himawari dropped this....congrats your now a father

Kwaki(speechless): why....why would she lie to me...this is insane (he looks at the ultrasound of the baby) why go through all this just to hide a pregnancy

Boruto(glaring): because she thought you would up and disappear on her if she told you...so she took advantage of the situation and left you first

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Back at the farming village Himawari is doing her daily errands

Himawari: what a beautiful morning

Suddenly she sees a missing poster of her and a reward of 10,000 if found alive or have any information on her

Himawari: I can't go back...not now at least

Mr Yoshi: oh miss Hakara how are you....what a beautiful morning to take a stroll...

Himawari(being genuine): oh Mr Yoshi...yes its lovely for a stroll today

Mr Yoshi(looking at the poster): what a shame it is to lose a daughter....she must of been thier pride and joy

Himawari: yeah....what a shame...hope they find peace and comfort through thier loss

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Back at the village Boruto and the others are devising a strategy to find Himawari

Boruto: ok from what I gathered she didn't take the two train stations on either end of the village since it was obvious she would be seen through the cameras

Sarada: so she must of walked out of the village on foot and took forest paths where she can be secluded...so we need to trail her steps...

Shikadai: Himawari is too cunning...she would cover her tracks as to not be found where she's residing....also remember she probably changed her appearance too look older and unrecognizable

Boruto: correct...so it's even harder to recognize her unless we had her Chakra signature

Kawaki(interrupting): standing here to devise a plan its a waste of time...I can find her and bring her back

Boruto: yeah without a Chakra signature you won't find her...

Kawaki: I can sense her Chakra signature if I'm within one hundred yards of her....and I never miss a target

#kawahima #fanfic #anime

[gaarasgoddess]

Welcome to Suna - part 4

Welcome to Suna. Where the lights never die and the fun never stops. Sakura and Ino lie to their parents to spend a wild weekend in a forbidden city. Will they regret it? Or will they both find something worth coming for?Main pairing is GaaraxSakura and side InoxKankuro.[Listening to 1989 album by Taylor Swift.]

Chapter summary: Gaara is attentive during Sakura’s first ever hangover. Fluffy.

[Please read previous parts first. part 1 and part 2 and part 3.]

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Sakura woke with her face pressed into her pillow, her hair unkempt and a warm arm casually stretched out over her back. She did not realise immediately that she was flat on her stomach as the pain in her head hit her first. It was a reminder of what she’d done the night before and how it was her first time drinking excessively. But the reminder was slow coming as she was still half asleep.

Sakura didn’t or couldn’t open her eyes - she didn’t even try but knew she would fail. Her eyelids were heavy and her body was exhausted. She felt like she’d run a marathon.

Did everyone feel like this after over indulging?

She remembered the drinks and the fingers inside her; the kisses and orgasms. But the face of her first time lover was hazy, along with the details of how far they’d gone. She focused on the pain in her body, moving her hips slightly to make sure the soreness was not coming from between her legs.

Thank-fully, it didn’t feel like she’d gone too far in her drunken state. But the feeling was still of having been touched and despite the pain, Sakura silently reveled the memories that were slowly coming back to her. She was still left with the residual feeling of his fingers inside her. Every inch of her body that he’d touched was humming in the aftermath, even hours later.

As she managed to move her head slightly, the body next to her shifted, the warm arm disappearing from her for a few seconds before fingers began trailing down her back gently. A warm kiss to her arm, up her shoulder, and finally on her neck. She moaned softly in both contentment and confusion.

He was next to her, Gaara.

Sakura remembered his face now. Beautiful and well-shaven; his attractiveness wasn’t like those boys she’d fawned over in magazines and on the internet. But he was alluring and handsome, despite this.

Gaara.

Sakura moaned again, pushing herself to roll away from Gaara’s ministrations but internally complaining when he removed his hand. His fingers had been warm and comforting. But she needed to see if he was still the same person she fell asleep next to. In his bed, it seemed.

Amused, light green eyes met hers as she blinked at him, trying to bring his face into focus.

“Morning, sleepy head.” Gaara leant forward and kissed her forehead gently.

“Hm.”

Gaara smirked and she realised his face was only inches from hers. But she didn’t panic and quite liked the way he was looking at her.

“I’d kiss you but morning breath is really bad. Don’t want to turn you off kissing me later,” he said when she frowned, and lifted a hand to brush at her hair. “You look beautiful in the morning. I kind of don’t care that you haven’t brushed your teeth..”

Sakura shook her head reflexively then regretted it when her vision swam. She groaned. It felt like everything she’d eaten and drunk in the last twenty-four hours was trying to come back up.

Gaara’s hand fell to her shoulder and he steadied her as she swayed, even laying down.

“If you need to throw up, I have an en suite.”

“Can’t move,” she muttered. If she did move, the world would spin.

Gaara kissed her forehead again. “Come on.” He climbed out of the bed and walked around it to her side before gently rolling her toward him and helping her to sit up.

Sakura closed her eyes out of necessity and let him help her. She wondered deliriously if he was going to hold her hair for her as she threw up - and why he didn’t seem to be hung over. But Gaara merely helped her to the bathroom and left with the promise of bringing back breakfast.

Alone and crouching next to the pristine, porcelain toilet, Sakura finally looked around the room. This bathroom was the size of her bedroom back home! There was room for a shower, bath/jacuzzi, a huge built in cupboard, vanity, second closet, above average toilet, second sink, and ample floor space for multiple people.

Where the hell am I?

Her memories from last night were still fuzzy but she remembered coming into Gaara’s house through a side entrance and a carpeted staircase and... maybe a portrait the size of a door...?

Ugh. She’d conveniently forgotten how rich it seemed Gaara’s parents were. She didn’t want to think about that - or them. Hopefully she was right with her assumption that he had an entire wing to himself and she would never have to meet the mother and father of the boy she wanted to lose her virginity to.

Sakura felt herself blush and sway at those thoughts. While she was glad he hadn’t taken advantage of her the night before, she still wanted to play this little adventure out. Never mind that Ino would want to know she’d been ‘broken in’ and that. She wanted something to brag about. And Gaara was a gorgeous, sweet and helpful way to making that happen.

She sighed. Her stomach was settling and Sakura didn’t feel like throwing up anymore. Was it usual to not throw up when you drunk this much? She didn’t know. She groaned and tried to stand up but didn’t get far before resigning herself to waiting a little more. Maybe Gaara wouldn’t be too long and would help her again.

When her vision was better, Sakura tried again and found herself slowly walking back into the bedroom. Still alone, she decided to investigate Gaara’s room. If the bathroom was the size of her bedroom, then this room was the size of five of her bedrooms. Or maybe six, she didn’t care.

The four poster bed she’d jumped into the night before was large enough for an orgy... she shook her head of that image and tried to force down her blush. She was going to leave Suna as a deviant for sure. Back in Konoha, she’d never have had that thought.

She admired Gaara’s walk-in-wardrobe, the armoire styled furniture, desk, and other embellishments. She had been in Naruto’s bedroom, back home, and his walls had been covered in ninja and anime posters; his ceiling lit up with glow in the dark stickers with the light out.

But Gaara’s room was immaculate, except for a crumpled shirt and her own hand bag. It was probably his parents doing, or a maid, but she felt uncomfortable now - Gaara was from a world she could never be good enough for. What was she doing with him? And what did he see in her? Surely it wasn’t just to get laid? The daughter of a rich man would satisfy just as much, right?

Feeling sorry for herself, Sakura threw herself back onto the bed but this time stared up at the canopy.

What am I doing here?

Morose thoughts continue until Gaara opened the door and Sakura turned her head to watch him walk in, closing the door. He hadn’t changed clothes or anything but he did look more put together than he was fifteen minutes ago.

He gave a questioning look at the sour expression on her face but said nothing.

“Hot, fried food. Bacon, egss, tomato, onion if you like it. Up you get,” he said, placing the tray of food next to the bed and tugged on her gently. “It’s the hangover cure.”

Smiling, Sakura sat up, reaching out for Gaara as she swayed again. He held her hand as she scooted over to the edge of the bed.

“Thanks,” she mumbled shyly and he grinned.

“You’re welcome, beautiful.”

She flushed and surveyed the food before digging in. It was delicious. She thought for a moment how it tasted fried by a chef but stopped herself from saying it out loud. Gaara picked at some of the food, but kept glancing at her from time to time as they ate in silence. She felt really uncomfortable about that.

The food was good enough to keep going and Sakura finished it off in no time.

She wiped at her mouth with a serviette and washed the food down with a glass of juice, feeling like she was living an opulent lifestyle. It was so strange. Everything was so delicious.

Sakura glanced at Gaara, wanting to break the silence. “It’s ..a nice house.”

“And it’s only the east wing,” he said. “You haven’t seen all of the estate, yet.”

Yet?

“Done?”

Sakura nodded and he stood - he’d sat down next to her - before pulling her up.

“Let’s get our mouths washed so I can continue kissing you again.”

She blushed and reflexively swatted his arm which only made him smirk wider.

When the tooth brush finally left her mouth, and the mouth wash was down the sink, and Sakura had cleaned up her face, and Gaara was also done, he growled.

“Finally.” He cupped the back of her head with his hand and pulled her to him.

The kiss started off soft but intensified when he started suckling and licking, his mouth slanted over hers, his head bobbing in time with his enthusiasm. Sakura gave back just as hard, encircling his head with her arms and tugging on his hair.

Gaara groaned into her mouth, pressing his hips into hers and backing her against the bathroom sink for support. She felt him harden in his pants as he started brushing his hands down her sides and along the underside of her breasts. It was coming to life so fast she was embarrassed!

He was excited and she felt light and happy at the feel of his body pressed against her even as their mouths attacked each other. She loved his kisses - the perfect balance between wet and dry. She loved his hands - so warm and sensual and still large and so masculine as they explored her body.

When he admitted defeat and finally pulled away, Gaara’s right hand started stroking her hair and his left flicked her nipple, eliciting a groan from her.

Gaara kissed her lips chastely even as he smirked into her mouth and his left hand began to arouse her breast. “So, what shall we do with ourselves now?”

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#gaasaku #gaara x sakura #Sabaku No Gaara #Haruno Sakura #sakura #gaara #Ino x Kankuro #drabble #my story

[findingthewaytohoseoksheart]

Bronze & Braces

REQUESTED: Hello my love! I love cute cuddly Hobi so I'm so glad you suggested this! Please note that all information included about the Hoseok’s family or his childhood room are all fiction! Simply made up to help the flow of the story! Please remember that this is fiction and does not reflect his family in any form of truth!

He never told you he won a bronze medal in Tennis. He didn't tell you he had braces. He certainly didn't tell you about all those horrible haircuts teenage him thought were cool. But you could forget all that when you where squished into his small childhood bed that was in no way meant to fit two fully grown adults.

Fluff/Established Relationship

You felt like you were going to throw up. Nerves had been bubbling in your stomach from the moment you had boarded that train and the taxi ride across winding roads didn't help. You hadn't meet his family yet. In fact you had hardly meet anyone he knew outside of his members. You knew about his Mother, knew she loved cooking, that her Kimchi was the best in Gwangju, that she had a cup of peppermint tea every night before bed and was the most beautiful woman in the world. The same could be said for his Dad, he was handsome, strong, he loved 18th century literature and always took an early morning walk on Sundays to gather wild flowers to decorate dinner table for when he prepared breakfast. You knew his sister was gorgeous, stunning, smart, annoying, loved puppies and ferns. You had seen the photos, listened to the stories, over heard the phone calls and the facetimes, but this was the first time you would be coming face to face with your lovers family. And you were nervous. So nervous.

He held your hand, lacing long fingers through your shaking own. He shared his headphones with you, playing soft songs to match the scenery flashing past the foggy windows. But it wasn't helping. What if they didn't like you, what if they didn't think you were pretty enough, smart enough, successful enough for their superstar of a son? You knew he deserved better, knew that you weren't enough for him. You had lost count of how many times you had shared a bed, him curled into your chest, lips parted in soft moans and you raked your nails softly over the crown of his skull as you stared at the ceiling, wondering why you? Why did he pick you? Out of all the beautiful, talented, amazing people out there in his show biz world, why did he pick ordinary, average, simple you? But then he would shift, wrapping a forearm over your stomach, nuzzling into your neck and pressing a sleepy kiss against your pounding pulse point and then you would forget. Don't jinx it, that was your constant inner monologue, don't jinx it or you might lose it all.

But it had gone well. His mother had opened the door with a happy squeal, pulling Hobi into her arms, forcing him to bend over to properly embrace her. Mickey had joined in, barking and nipping at your feet until you paid attention to him, squatting down to scratch his ears while you let the family reunite after so long apart. His dad shook your hand, his mother embraced you, his sister had dragged you inside before you were swamped with questions and immediately pulled out the embarrassing photos. You had dinner, played a game of Gonggi (which you failed miserably at) and had a glass of soju to christen the evening before wishing each other goodnight and being lead down the hall to Hoseok’s childhood bedroom.

Your nerves had settled, during dinner that is, but now, in the privacy of Hoseok’s room, pictures of his school days staring you down, those nerves came flooding back. So you snooped.

His walls were painted an off white, chipped and covered in old blue tack and peeling paint. He had supreme banners hanging down to frame his small bed, Naruto posters covering the back wall and a shelf filled with nick nacks and photos. You ran you finger across each shelf, noting an old copy of 10,000 Leagues Under The Sea next to a plastic Nemo McDonald's toy. There was a grainy photo of three boys in tennis whites holding wooden rackets and smiling brightly at the camera with a bronze medal sitting by its side. You picked it up, turning the weight in your hands as you traced over his engraved name and date in the back silver panel. You slipped it around your neck, smiling as you continued looking at his extensive collection of photos. Pictures of him in gym shorts, laughing and sweating with friends. Pictures of him stretching backstage, looking nervous before a big dance battle. Pictures of him in his school uniform with a giant grin, teeth hidden behind silver braces that made his younger self so endearing.

You still felt sick, still shaking, but it was OK, you were OK. You picked up the faded photo of an awkward teenage Hobi, looking at it closely, smiling down at it happily. You jumped as strong arms wormed their way around you waist, a chin hooking over your shoulder to look down at the picture in your hands. Smelling of toothpaste and moisturiser, damp hair tickling you cheek as you tried to settle your pounding heart.

“You didn't tell me you played tennis”

He chuckled, trailing a large hand up your chest to pluck the medal from where it rested.

“Only for a bit. I wasn't very good”

He turned the medal in his hands, a fond smile adorning his face as he recalled the memories attached to the dulling bronze.

“You must have been pretty good to get third. Very impressive”

You turned enough to press a kiss to his awaiting lips, taking in his soft laughter as he turned you in his arms, taking the medal and the photo from you, placing them back on the shelf and slipping his hands under you shirt enough to cup your hips in large palms.

“There was only three players. So less impressive and more a requirement”

You broke out laughing, leaning forward to bury your face in his chest, hands gripping the soft fabric of his pajamas as you felt the nerves disappear, melting away in the comfort of his embrace. It was soft, it was relaxing, it was home. You didn't feel less than here, you didn't feel like you weren't enough, that you were subpar. You felt...loved. You almost forgot where you were, bare toes sinking into old carpet, low light of a full moon shining off metal pictures frames, obscuring teenage pimples and bad haircuts. You renewed yourself at that age, completely unaware that this would be your life, that this is the man you would end up with, that you could even manage to land a man so perfect, so caring, so...hopeful.

You didn't get to indulge your own thoughts for long, your legs suddenly disappearing from under you as you were lifted into the air. One arm curled around your shoulders, the other tucked under the fold of your knees, pressing you to his chest as you locked your arms around his neck, squeaking in surprise as you where suddenly carried over to his small single bed, adorned with one piece sheets and a dead mouse plushy. You were dropped onto the creaking mattress with a grunt, bouncing on protesting springs and suddenly being crushed by the full weight of Hoseok as he crawled on top of you.

The bed was barely big enough to fit one fully grown adult let alone one lanky beanpole of a man and his fully grown lover. You pushed at his shoulders, moving yourself to press back against the corner wall the bed had been wedged into, pulling his hips against yours so that he didn't slip off the edge and land unceremoniously on his ass.

“This is not a bed made for two adults…”

You mumbled into his collar bone, nose pressed into the dip of his throat and eyes lashes tickling his Adam's apples with each soft blink. He shrugged, pulling you impossibly closer and kicking the covers up with a bare foot to pull over the both of you, encasing you in a pocket of warmth. You closed your eyes, releasing a long held breath.

“We'll just have to cuddle tonight. I know, it'll be difficult but I think we can suffer through it”

You couldn't see the playful smirk but you could practically hear it. You pitched his side making him slide back with a annoyed noise that was quickly changed to a small swear as he almost slipped off the edge of the bed. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him back to you as he laughed off the adrenaline rush, pounding heart slowing against your ear.

“It'll be tough but I think I can endure being wrapped up in your muscley arms, pressed against your manly chest and given good morning kisses for one night”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, his arms squeezing you tighter as he leaned down to press kisses against your hair. His eyes slide shut, happy, content. Your body acting as his personal heat pack, his cutest teddy bear. He fell asleep before you. Softly snoring into the still silence. It didn't take long for you to follow, nerves completely dissolving with each dull thump of Hoseok’s heart. As long as he was with you, as long as you were wrapped against him, engulfed by him, you where home. Maybe you did deserve him. Maybe.

#bts #bts reaction #bts senarios #bts imagine #bts jhope #jhope #jung hoseok #hoseok #bts fluff #jhope fluff #fluff

[konann]

5 Things~

Oooo Tagged by @syndellwins (I think you’re gonna like the hidan request i made today ;))))

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag five people

5 things you can find in my bag

My laptop

My mouse for said laptop

Ever-Changing’s notes and facts and stuff I STILL HAVE TO RE WRITE

A glasses cleaner

A shit load of pens 

5 things you can find in my bedroom

My bed, obvs

Mah momma’s pillows and blankets she made me

A whiteboard with a shit ton of dry-erase markers

Posters covering the shitty walls I grew up with

A Hidan Scythe my friend made me for my 18th birthday

5 things I’ve always wanted to do

Learn more languages

Have my own home

Finish Ever-Changing

Leave Canada, at least for a little while

Smack our current Premier and Prime Minister upside the head and tell them that they fucked up. 

5 things that make me happy

pillows and blankets, my mom’s to be specific

dragon age

writing and drawing no maTTER HOW FRUSTRATING IT GETS SOMETIMES

shino

It would also make me happy if i didn’t have to walk on eggshells around my own dad sometimes.

5 things I’m currently into

Dragon age

Naruto (specifically shino)

Skyrim

Samurai of Hyuuga

the entirety of choice of games; seriously i love their stuff

5 things on my to-do list

Write some more requests

Write some more Shino smut (syn, you knew it was coming)

Update I Once Was and Playing With Fire

Try to finish downloading Overwatch and World of Warcraft

Sleep (at least attempt to)

5 things you might not know about me

I have had psoriasis my whole life, which acts up in the spring-into-summer time and autumn-into-winter time, and makes my life a living hell. (it’s a form of eczema, only, for me, it’s on my scalp and the front part of my forehead) 

I am suuuuuuper insecure about posting any of my work because I think I’m making people read garbage and look at shitty art

I hide behind humour, like Hawke, and use it as a coping mechanism. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but there it is. (oops i did it again)

I got my left cheek torn up by a German Shepherd and had to get stitches. All that’s left is a scar that I trace when i’m feeling anxious.

I feel like I’m bothering people when I post the things I like and tag people in them. I’m super nerdy and get super excited about buying fuckin notebooks and pens and staples and shit.

I shall taaagg (and I hope i’m not bothering) @shiranuigenma, @dantecain, @moonflower04, @jj-dani (even though we don’t talk i still like your stuff) and... i guess whoever else wants to do this? i dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#5 things #tagged #thanks syn~~ #tagging meme