#and then i never wanna do lighting and shading...automatically boring...sigh

[skunkes]

not making it a resolution bc i dont do well with the pressure but id like to find a cheye coloring style soon. i love flat colors but thats not interesting enough i love texture but its also too much work. something we gotta find something

[narutoblog]

after a long day.. {iruka x reader}

Prompt: “I can’t wait to be your number one, just wanna be the one that makes you smile..” -some song lyrics I heard on my spotify the other day

Content/warnings: iruka fluff; some curse words, makeout sesh

a/n: honestly the first ever imagine/headcanon i’ve done, but it was fun! feel free to leave feedback & lmk if you’d be interested in part 2 or other characters

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You let out a deep sigh. It had been a long day at the Ninja Academy; your students were unusually wild today and you had had to break up at least five fights as opposed to the usual one or two during free time. You had stayed late to fill out the report incident paperwork for all of the fights and by the time you were done, you were convinced your hand would be stuck in the pencil grip claw forever. You walked past the academy gates and decided that you had earned yourself a special meal, so you slowly trudged towards your favorite ramen restaurant. The setting sun painted a reddish glaze over the village as the streets began to fill with the bustling evening crowd. Parents held their children’s hands as they walked around the night market, couples blushed as they met for their dinner dates, groups of jonin laughed as they shared stories about their genin teams over drinks.  You walked with a faint smile, focused on enjoying the warm energy reverberating from your village rather than the mental and physical fatigue rolling off your body.

“Yo.” You stopped at voice directly behind you.  Turning, you saw Kakashi peering over his orange book, his right eye trained on your face with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh, hi Kakashi,” you said, trying to give him a more energetic smile.

“Hmmm,” Kakashi closed his book with one hand and rested it against his hip as he leaned his face closer to yours, examining your forced expression.

“wha- what are you doing?” you exclaimed, hands raised in front of you. You leaned back and cursed in your mind as you felt your cheeks redden from the sudden closeness. Kakashi pulled his face away and began walking down the street past you. You turned to see where he was going, your head still foggy from a mix of tiredness and confusion.

“Come on, hurry up,” he said, waving one hand in a gesture to follow him. You tried to shake your head clear and jogged after him to catch up to his strides.  You opened your mouth to ask what was happening, but a loud gurgle from your stomach interrupted your thoughts. Your face deepened yet another shade of red as you peered up at Kakashi at the corner of your eye, hoping that he had somehow not heard your stomach’s urgent appeal. Seeing that his nose was buried between the pages of his book, you rolled your eyes and gave a short laugh.

You walked alongside Kakashi towards your destination, which you quickly realized was the BBQ place near the end of the road. You relaxed slightly with your realization and resumed basking in the warmth of your village.  Kakashi walked next to you in silence, his gaze switching between his book and your smile as the two of you walked towards the restaurant.  When you neared the restaurant entrance, you saw a whole crew of friends waiting outside the door.  Asuma was lighting a cigarette next to Genma, as Kurenai stood on his other side talking to Guy, who was enthusiastically boasting about his team’s recent success at the chunin exams. Iruka stood next to Guy and Kurenai, chuckling at Guy’s antics with one hand behind his head.  Your smile widened as you saw your friends, and you felt your tiredness slowly fading away.

As you and Kakashi walked up to them, Kakashi waved at everyone with his trademark, “Yo.”  Guy was the first to greet him and gave him a hard pat on his back as a hearty welcome for his rival. Meanwhile, Kurenai gave you a warm smile and Asuma gave you a slight nod.  Iruka gave you an understanding look. “Long day, right?” he said.

It felt as if those three words of understanding had sapped your fatigue away. You sighed out the last of your tension and said “yeah, that’s for sure. the kids… I don’t know what got into them today.”

Iruka smiled. “They have those days. Naruto and the others used to be like that too, and I didn’t know how to handle it. But you did really well, much better than me, haha”

You gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you Iruka. I appreciate it.” Iruka held your gaze for a moment before looking away, a slight blush lingering over his cheeks.

“y-yeah of course, no problem” he stammered with a sheepish grin.

“Oi, you two about done? The table’s ready!” Genma called out. You blinked and looked around to realize that you and Iruka were the only ones left standing at the door.

“Coming!” you called back, as you and Iruka shuffled inside to your table.

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The group dinner roared with laughter as everyone filled up on the delicious food and drinks.  Asuma handled the grill and chatted with Kurenai, while Guy challenged Kakashi to a drinking contest (Genma claimed he had kept score, but you were unconvinced) that had them both delirious by the end of the night. You and Iruka were seated at the end of the table as you two had come in slightly late, and you shared funny stories from the academy back and forth. You had declined drinks for the evening since your body was already fatigued from work stress, and Iruka joined you in not drinking so you would feel less alone, even though you insisted you’d be fine.  The two of you occasionally clinked your water glasses together and laughed, trying to “keep up” with the others and their sake. Though you were far enough from the grill to feel overheated by it, you could feel a blush dusting your face as you talked with Iruka throughout the evening.

The dinner ended and everyone slowly said their goodbyes outside the restaurant.  Genma insisted that he take care of Guy and Kakashi, and after watching him steady them in their stumble back to their apartments, Asuma sighed said he and Kurenai were off as well.  Asuma and Kurenai turned to leave with a wave, and you had a moment of déjà vu as you realized it was just you and Iruka were standing outside the restaurant again.

You turned to face Iruka. “well, I better get going too. I have to-“

“I- I’ll walk you home!” Iruka blurted, eyes staring intently into yours. Your thoughts halted to a stop for a second, trying to process what he had said so urgently, as your heart sped up under his gaze. Calm down, he’s just being nice, you thought, trying to get a hold of yourself.

You took a breath in and smiled, desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were. “Are you sure? Isn’t it out of the way for you?” you asked.

“it’s not inconvenient at all! I- I want to make sure you get home safely..” he trailed off as your eyes widened. “you know, for- for the kids! I want to make sure their favorite sensei is okay, haha..” he quickly stammered and laughed, one hand behind his head.

Your heart continued racing as you smirked and stifled a laugh. Iruka stared with anticipation, waiting. “Favorite sensei huh? What does that make you?” You asked teasingly as you started walking down the road towards your apartment.

Iruka smiled and caught upto you quickly, his posture relaxing as he fell into step next to you. “Well, I think I would be their second favorite, don’t you think?” he suggested, arm brushing yours.

You put your finger to your chin as if in deep thought, then looked up at him. “Hmm, I think you just might be right, Iruka-kun,” you replied.  Iruka stumbled in his steps as he looked at you with wide eyes and a deep blush across his face.  You had never called him Iruka-kun before.  Seeing his reaction, you quickly looked away and bit your lip. damn, was that too much? oh jeez..

You and Iruka walked the rest of the block in silence, as you both continued to glance at each other then look away in embarrassment. You tried desperately to rack your brain with ideas for casual conversation, but came up empty.  Your thoughts were too scattered in worry to focus on any topic besides Iruka’s reaction. Oh no I definitely freaked him out! should I just take it back? what should I say?

After a few minutes of excruciating quiet, you arrived at your apartment door. You sighed, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Looking at the ground, you said “thank you for walking me home, Iruka,” making sure you corrected yourself from last time.  You heard Iruka step closer, until you could see his feet directly in front of yours. You looked up and gasped when you found Iruka’s face centimeters away from yours. “I-Iruka?” you whispered.  His warm brown eyes bore into yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him before.  Your heart forgot all rhythm and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the loud thumping in your chest by standing this close.  He brought a hand to your jaw, delicately tracing it until his fingers reached your chin.  He tilted your head up slightly, lining up your faces completely.  His gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“Call me Iruka-kun,” he whispered. You trembled under his slight touch, lips slightly open in anticipation. Your eyes widened as you heard his words, and you felt relief wash over you along with his gaze.  Oh, so he liked it after all.. Regaining a little confidence from that realization, you grinned slightly. You took his hand on your chin and placed it against your cheek, leaning into his touch. You watched with a satisfied grin as his breath hitched, his eyes trailing to your cheek then back into your eyes.

“Thank you Iruka-kun,” you whispered, your hand still holding his.  Iruka closed his eyes, relishing in the sound of his name on your lips, and slowly lowered his forehead onto yours.

“Please..” he whispered, and you shuddered as you felt his breath wash down your neck. “y/n.. can I kiss you?”

“yes” you breathed back, your eyes closing automatically.  You could feel him hold his breath as he nudged your nose slightly with his.  Your inner thoughts were racing as fast as your heart, and all you could hear was Iruka’s shallow breathing and the blood pumping in your ears.  Iruka gently placed his lips on yours, closing the awful gap that was between you. Everything washed away.  You lost track of your beating heart and the ground beneath your feet, there was nothing but Iruka and his lips gently molding and exploring with yours.  You parted your lips slightly to run your tongue against his bottom lip, and he gasped slightly as he took another step forward, closing the space between your bodies until your chest was right up against his green flak jacket.  His hand roamed to the back of your head and his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly against him.  Heat spread from your cheeks to the rest of your body as you traced your hands up his strong arms until they rested at both sides of his face. You ran your tongue against his lips again, and he parted them in response, his tongue twirling against yours. You held in a moan as you felt the kiss deepen, and you could feel your heat pooling between your legs.  god, if we don’t stop soon, I-

A loud crash followed by a cat mewling rang from your neighbor’s apartment, and you and Iruka jumped and separated quickly.  You stood with your left hand over your kunai pouch, still breathing heavily from the kiss. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Iruka was in the same state.  After a few minutes, the commotion died back down into silence, and you relaxed with a deep breath.  You glanced at Iruka, who was looking at you sheepishly, face still tinted pink.

“I-I’m sorry y/n, I don’t know what came over me,” he said, shifting his feet slightly.  “I know you’ve had a long day, I didn’t mean to do anything..” he trailed off and looked at the ground.

You shook your head. “Iruka-kun,” you smirked as his head shot up to look at you.  “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” you took a step towards him and placed a hand on his arm.  Your hands trailed upwards until they cradled his face again, pulling him closer to you.  “Do you want to stay, Iruka-kun?” you asked gently, as you gazed into his eyes.  You could feel your cheeks redden again as you looked at him for an answer, searching his shocked expression for clues to what he was thinking.

“I-I…” His arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in his heat.  You released a happy sigh as you wrapped your own arms around his neck.  Iruka leaned to whisper in your ear.  “There’s nothing I want more than to stay, y/n..” you shuddered at his voice. “but you need to get some rest, and I’m afraid you wouldn’t get any if I stayed..” Your eyes widened at his meaning and you knew you had turned a new shade of dark red.  Iruka let out a short laugh at your increased temperature and placed a light kiss on your neck.  You gasped at the feeling of his soft lips on your sensitive skin.  As he lifted his head to pull away, you caught his lips and tightened your arms around him.  He took a sharp inhale, then deepened the kiss with reciprocated intensity.  While still holding you in his arms, he guided you backwards until you felt the cold door frame against your shoulders.  Iruka pulled your hips towards his and ground his leg against you, releasing a moan from deep within your throat.  Iruka’s breaths shortened into pants in response, and you could feel him hardening against your leg.

You smirked and broke your kiss, pulling his head in closer so you could whisper in his ear, “don’t you want me to take care of this, Iruka-kun?” you whispered sweetly as you ground yourself against him.  Iruka let out a stifled groan and halted your moving hips with his hands.  He placed his forehead against yours and looked intently into your eyes, his face looking slightly pained from holding back.

“y/n..” he whispered back, panting slightly.  “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.. or make you regret..”

“Iruka,” you said firmly. His face quickly changed to concern at the change in address.  You laughed and shook your head slightly, “sorry sorry, Iruka-KUN.” He laughed and smiled in relief.  “I have never regretted a single moment with you. And I won’t regret this either,” you said. You tried to look as serious as possible, but you couldn’t stop the smile washing over your face.

Iruka sighed and smiled, nudging your nose with his.  He placed a light kiss on your lips as he untangled himself from you and straightened towards your apartment door.  “Then please, lead the way..” he said.

[justjeonday]

Solace | kim namjoon

Solace; comfort or consolation in a time of great distress or sadness.

- pairing: kim namjoon x reader

- genre: angst, fluff

- word count: 4,400

- warnings: reader fears what the future holds, very brief mentions of anxiety, includes descriptions of feelings/behaviour that might be associated with mild depression (the reader is only stuck in a rut in this fic and it’s nowhere near as critical as depression, but I still wanna be safe and warn about this in case it might be triggering for someone!)

- rating: PG

- notes: I’m excited to finally post on here again! I’ve had this idea for a while, but I haven’t had the time to work on it until now. I think I like how it turned out??  I’m not sure yet lol. I’ve been working on a few fics over the past few weeks, but I keep getting stuck and this is the only thing I’ve managed to finish since I last posted. Since I have a little more free time, due to the quarantine, I’ll hopefully be able to post some more soon! But for now, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this - thank you for all your support! <33 (this is still not completely edited btw so I apologize for any mistakes you might find)

- inspired by: this vlive.

- song: Solace by mell-ø & Ambulo

You stare blankly at the screen in front of you, eyes heavy and mind dull as the seconds count down for the next episode to start playing. This is all you’ve done since waking up, binge-watching some random kdrama you found online. It’s not great, and you’re not focused - but you figure it’s enough to keep you occupied for at least a few more hours. Enough to push most of your gloomy thoughts to the back of your mind.

You feel exhausted, the past four days mostly consisting of work and very few hours of sleep - plus added pressure and stress of having to keep up with studying during it all. Your arms ache from serving and cleaning up tables until late after midnight. After finishing up and closing the place, you’d go straight home to sleep - not having the energy to care for yourself. Then you’d wake up at noon, and have some breakfast before yet again making your way to work. Many people this time of year, during spring break, take vacations with their families so your boss needed you to put in more effort than usual to keep it all running smoothly. You’re grateful for the opportunity to make some extra money, but at this point it feels like you’re doing too much and your body isn’t willing to keep up anymore.

You feel overwhelmed - lost. Are your efforts even worth it when they’re not going towards something you want in the future? Thoughts like these have been weighing you down ever since you woke up, and you had decided it’d be best for you to call in sick and just be sad today. You had moved from the bed to your sofa, and here you’ve been laying ever since then. All the blinds in your apartment are down, no hint of sunlight peeking through - no trace of hope seeping in, no light capable of bringing color to your sombre day. 

You sigh as another episode starts playing, mind brought to the small recap that’s starts playing across the display. You try your best to pay attention to it in hopes of you actually starting to like it so that watching it won’t be so boring. You pull your covers up to your chin, basking in the scent of your boyfriend’s cologne stuck to his shirt you’re snuggled up in. It brings you comfort, soothes you and calms you - it makes you feel secure where you are.

You breathe it in, the longing feeling to hold your boyfriend intensifying as you do.

A sudden chime makes you jump slightly, eyes landing on the door as you sit up  - heart beating quickly in response to the unforeseen ringing disturbing the calm atmosphere in your apartment. You dread leaving the comfort you’re sofa is bringing you, but you feel impolite leaving whoever it is waiting. So you get up and mope over to the door, your body feeling heavier than usual, as if a force is pulling you to the ground.

With lethargy still clinging to you, you don’t bother looking through the peephole before unlocking and pulling the door open - wanting to get it over with and get back to hiding under your covers. Your eyes squint slightly at the sudden light leaking in from the hallway, but you instantly recognize the tall figure stood in front of you.

“Joon?” You gasp quietly, heart skipping a beat in surprise. 

His lips stretch into a smile, arms reaching out and inviting you into his embrace. Immediately you walk towards him, wrapping your own arms around his neck as his end up around your waist to pull you against him. You smile, face laying in the crook of his neck.

“Hi, baby,” He mumbles, a smile evident in his voice as he presses kisses against the exposed skin on your shoulder that’s peeking out through the collar of Namjoon’s oversized shirt you’re clad in.

“I missed you so much,” You say against his skin, voice strained from not uttering a word all day. You enjoy the presence of your boyfriend for a few more seconds before pulling away to look at him, “I thought you’d be gone until next week?” You utter, confused.

“Plans got cancelled,” He whispers, leaning forward to plant a kiss onto your nose - causing you to scrunch it as he does.

You smile in content as you look at him, eyes scanning over his face before unavoidably landing on the pink of his lips. You reach up and press your own lips against the corner of his mouth, before you change target and kiss him - your eyes fluttering close as you cherish the feeling of them against yours again. He kisses you back and you taste the rose lip balm coating his lips, the one he always has with him in his pocket. It makes you smile into the kiss and pull away, suddenly turning shy as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. You hide by his neck again, lips brushing over the mole just under his jaw.

You feel his chest vibrate against yours lightly as he chuckles at you, arms squeezing tighter around your waist. Your fingers start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s been growing it out for a few months now and the mullet is now very apparent - even more so than when he left. He dyed his hair a beautiful lilac shade not too long ago, and you love the way it looks on him. Nothing beats his natural dark brown hair, but somehow he manages to make every hair color look just as good and at this point you just can’t decide which one’s your favorite. He’s making it very difficult for you.

You walk backwards, making Namjoon follow you as you’re still secure in his arms. Once back in the darkness of your apartment you kick the door shut. You give your boyfriend a peck on the cheek before you pull away from him, letting him get comfortable and take off his shoes as you return to your sofa.

Namjoon, now that he’s able to focus on his surroundings, takes instant notice to the darkness that suffocates your apartment - and the messy sofa. If anyone knows you well, it’s him. After knowing each other for almost two years, he can read you like an open book without problem. One of the many things he’s come to learn is how much you hate wasting the light of day, and especially so during this time of year. You love spring, it’s your favorite time of the year and you always long for it whenever it isn’t current. He also knows that, if you’re not up and getting ready by 9 AM, you’ll most likely beat yourself up for it. However, on rare occasions, you’ll let yourself lay under the covers for another hour or so - but that's only if he’s there, laying next to you

Cuddling is something you simply can’t say no to.

Automatically, taking all these things into consideration, Namjoon starts to worry.

He kicks his sneakers off as his gaze follows you, watching as you fall down on the couch of which looks like it has been occupied all day. Your figure disappears under the cover, and he makes his way over to you. “Is everything alright?” He asks, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

You register his question but you don’t answer it, instead you reach your arms out and gesture for him to join you on the couch. His features soften and he manages to squeeze down next to you, despite the small space left to be occupied. Your leg comes out from under the covers to lay over his hip, holding him close to prevent him from falling to the floor.

You let your eyes shamelessly admire his face even though he’s aware, your fingers once again coming up to brush through his hair - strands of lavender running softly in between them as you do.

He lets his own gaze roam across your features, searching for any sign of anxiety or sorrow. “Hey,” he says, bringing your attention back to his previously asked question.

“Everything’s fine now that you’re here, don’t worry Joon,” you mumble, your focus still on his hair.

Namjoon doesn’t fall for your excuse. Grabbing your wrist softly, he removes your hand out of his hair and lays it over his chest, making you look at him. “Please talk to me.”

You sigh, avoiding his gaze as you attempt to sugarcoat what’s really going on. “Work’s just been really tough, it’s not that serious.”

You always feel bad complaining about work, or sharing the weight of your problems with Namjoon. You know how tough his job is compared to yours, and his schedule is never really empty. You know he loves what he does more than everything, but you’ve seen how hard it can get as well. So compared to your job, you realize the hours you put in are minimal next to the amount of time he dedicates to his job. Complaining just doesn’t feel right.

“You really underestimate me,” He sighs, eyebrows raised at you. “I can tell it’s not just work, it’s almost five in the afternoon and you’re still laying on the couch with my shirt on - you only do that when you’re feeling really low.”

You give up, accepting the fact he can see right through you no matter how hard you resist to let it show. “My head just feels kind of crowded,” you start. “I feel like there’s so many thoughts in my head, and I can’t organize or figure any of them out. I feel lost, I have no idea what the future holds and that’s fine - but I don’t even have a vision of what I want it to hold. I’m just not sure I’m walking down the right path.”

With Namjoon being back next to you, you certainly feel better - but still, it doesn’t remove any of your worries. You wait for a response, but a few seconds go by and there's still just silence. You look up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, his eyes showing empathy as he looks back at you.

Without a word, he slips out of your embrace before he gets up and walks over to your windows. Before you know it, he pulls one of your blinds up. The sun shines straight in your face, making you quickly seek cover under the pillow next to you. As you hide, you hear Namjoon proceed to pull every blind up, the room becoming even brighter as he does. After he’s done you hear his footsteps close in on you, and suddenly he rids you of your shield - leaving you exposed to the blinding rays of light that are now touching every possible surface in your living room. Your hands come up to cover your eyes, groaning. 

He gathers all your blankets and pillows you’ve taken from your bedroom before disappearing to put them back where they belong. Even with the low state you're in, you feel appreciation and adoration causing tickles in your belly. He always does this, always makes it his priority to bring you up when you're down. You find it endearing, how dedicated he gets - and lucky to say the least.

“What are you doing?” You ask out into the open, Namjoon still fixing your bed in the other room.

“I’m taking you somewhere,” says your boyfriend, walking into the room again.

You furrow your eyebrows, eyes finally adjusting to the light as you stretch - limbs splayed across the couch. “And where may that be, Mr. I’m On A Mission?” 

He snickers at the name, reaching his hand out for you to take. “You’ll find out once we get there.” He pulls you up from the sofa, making you stand before him. “Go put something warm on, the sun’s really nice but it’s still quite chilly,” he says.

Your heart flutters at his sweet gestures. Having been with Namjoon for such a long time, you’d expect the flutters to fade and his gestures losing impact along with them. But it’s all still there, just like when you first fell for him. Your heart still flutters at the dimples in which appear when he smiles, and at how his eyes turn into crescent moons as he laughs - how he shows affection but then becomes shy after. You’ve realized it’s those small things you usually wouldn’t think to pay attention to, but to you they all still cause butterflies to swarm in the pit of your stomach, and you swear you fall in love with him over and over again every time.

You still feel a force pulling you to the ground as you make your way to your closet, but not as intense as it was before Namjoon showed up at your doorstep. You’re still having to push thoughts back, still have to prevent them from getting the best of you. Knowing you have Namjoon with you, and knowing he’ll listen if you’ll talk about it, does bring you comfort. You’re well aware he isn’t capable of helping rid of these thoughts in your head, as he can’t assure you what the future holds or what path you should go down so it all works out - no one can. But still, you’re more than grateful because you’re certain he’ll be the one to at least make you feel better about things, and keep you from giving up.

You grab a lounge set from your drawer and slip onto it, the soft fabric fitting loosely over your body just like how you want it - only really seeking for comfort. Taking Namjoon’s words into consideration, you also make sure to grab a warm coat from your closet before heading back to the living room.

You find your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the couch with rays of light reaching him, a golden aura forming around his figure, making him look like a fallen angel from heaven. And thinking about it, you’re convinced he is one. Where would you be without him? 

You take a moment to enjoy the magical sight, your fingertips starting to tingle as you get an urge to skim them over his beautiful golden skin. Namjoon looks up, catching you as you eye him with a small smile on your lips.

He chuckles. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, walking up to him.

He stands up, arms capturing you in a hug once again. Your cheek ends up pressed against the soft fabric of his sweater, the scent of his favorite cologne stuck to it, making you breathe it in and relax against him.  

“You look cozy,” he comments, pulling away to look you up and down.

You mumble a quiet thank you, your hands finding his and intertwining your fingers.

“Ready?” He asks.

Your nod doesn’t come off too assuring, making him laugh as the both of you slip your shoes on. Namjoon grabs his coat and with that you make your way out of your apartment, your hands interlocking again as you do. You exit your apartment complex and brisk air surrounds you, causing you to shudder and walk closer to Namjoon as you search for any source of warmth. The two of you stop at the side of the curb as your eyes search for your cab that has yet to arrive, the sun now hitting you and warming you up slightly.

As you wait you turn to eye your boyfriend, love swelling in your chest.

“You look really handsome today,” You say through a smile, eyes meeting his.

You hadn’t seen him in this particular outfit before, but he pulls it off really well. He’s clad in a denim on denim outfit, with a jean coat that reaches all the way to his calves. You’re not surprised it looks amazing on him, everything does.

“Thank you,” he says, cheeks rubescent as his eyes scan over his own body before looking at you and squeezing your hand in his.

You lean into him, nose scrunching at his adorable shy behaviour. Getting the sudden urge to peck him, you get up on your toes and press your lips to the dimple that dents his cheek. He pulls you into his side, hand laying on your hip. As you pull away your attention turns to the black car pulling up in front of you. Namjoon steps forward and opens the door and beckons for you to get in before him, being the gentleman that he is. You climb into the car, moving over so your boyfriend can get in next to you. He sits down and closes the door before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone, leaning over to show the driver where he wants to go. Gazing over, you try to catch a glimpse of anything that might reveal what location you’re going to but you manage to get nothing.

“No peeking, baby,” He teases as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

You pout, giving him pleading eyes.

He laughs, his hand coming to lay just above your knee before squeezing lightly. “Be patient.”

You let out a chuckle at your own childish behaviour, laying your hands on top of his before turning to look out at the surroundings as they flash by in a blur. As the driver takes you through Seoul, you find your mind wandering again as thoughts start filling your head. To distract yourself you turn to your boyfriend and ask him about his recent work trip.

Before you know it, the car comes to a stop and with cheeks still aching from a joke Namjoon whispered to you just seconds ago you watch him get out of the car. He holds the door open for you, a grin still on his face as you get out - the adorable indents in his cheeks once again appearing. You always get an urge to kiss them, but if you’d act on it every time that’s all you’d do.

Once you’re out of the car, you glance at the scenery of which you’re very familiar with, and which you’ve come to love and appreciate since being with Namjoon. One thing you learned very early on about him is how much he loves and treasures nature. You didn’t really see the point before, especially since you live in such a big city you don’t really think of it that much. On your own, before meeting him, you’d never think to go to a park just to relax. But now you’ve really learned to appreciate it and the healing powers it holds, something Namjoon also taught you.

“You took me to Hangang Park?” You say, a tinge of excitement in your voice as your eyes take in the beautiful view of the setting sun reflecting in the river.

Namjoon looks at you lovingly as you view the location. Hangang park isn’t away from any civilization, there’s still skyscrapers in view and it’s crowded. It’s not what you consider a traditional park, there’s not grass everywhere you look or trees surrounding you. There are platforms in stone and bigger patches of grass scattered around evenly. Even though it might not be the most green park, something about it brings you more comfort than others do. You think it might be the combination of city and nature, since you’ve lived in Seoul your whole life you’re used to tall buildings and city lights - all that comes with it. And with what Namjoon has taught you about nature, and how you’ve become someone who appreciates that setting as well, you really feel at home when you’re at Hangang Park. 

You said this to your boyfriend when you came here with him for the first time, and that’s probably his reason for choosing this specific location. It makes you feel warm inside, happy he takes all these things and uses them to make you feel relaxed and calm when you need it.

Namjoon comes up behind you and lays a hand over the small of your back, the two of you starting to walk slowly closer to the river. The sunset induces beautiful hues of orange and pink to paint over the blue sky, making the world around you breathtakingly beautiful. You feel some of the weight slowly ease off of your shoulders, and you feel as if you’re finally able to inhale and exhale deeply with ease. The both of you walk over to one of the grass-patches by the river, sitting down on it with shoulders touching and fingers intertwined.

You sit like that in silence for a few minutes, and you sense Namjoon knows you need to just be for a while. You enjoy the feeling of him next to you, his presence as the both of you watch the sky and its reflection in the body of water before you. Surrounding you, there are groups of friends, couples, families, also enjoying the wonderful time of day. The atmosphere around you is happy and tranquil, in contrast to your dark apartment you’d locked yourself in earlier.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumble, laying your head on Namjoon’s shoulder as you watch the hues of the horizon fade into the light blue above you.

A few more minutes of comfortable silence pass by, before he brings his attention to you.

He brings your interlocked hands up to plant a kiss on your knuckles. “Let it out.”

You look up at him, your response lazy, “Hmm?”

“Whatever you’re holding in, whatever’s bothering you. It won’t do any good for you to keep it in.”

You exhale, resting your head against his shoulder again as your eyes return to the skyline. “I’m feeling overwhelmed, and every thought that has entered my mind I’ve been overthinking for no reason. I feel like I’ve gone down this path that I’m now stuck on and I can’t see any lanes or exits for me to lead me in another direction. There’s so many outcomes that could occur if, when the opportunity comes, I choose to walk another way - so many things that could go wrong.” You stop, fingers of your free hand coming to fiddle with the cool metal of his rings as you think of what to say next. “I feel like I’m putting in a lot of effort to do good at work and with studying, but it doesn’t feel worth it when I’m not sure the hard work I’m putting in is doing anything for my future.” You look down at your hands as you feel the familiar lump of anxiety form in the back of your throat.

“It’s normal to have thoughts, and to overthink them. I’ve been where you are right now, and I get you. It’s normal to worry about the future, everyone does - because it’s full of uncertainty and you can never really know what to expect or what it’ll turn into as time passes.” He pauses, and his words bring you comfort - knowing you’re not completely alone in feeling like this. “Someone told me once to think of my mind as a tree, and of my thoughts as branches. For these branches to grow, you’ll have to experience a lot of different things - hurtful things, things that’ll anger and confuse you along with happy and hopeful things. Your mind consists of so many of these branches, there’s happiness, pain, hope, desperation, devastation - everything.” He speaks, hand coming up from time to time in front of him to gesticulate.

You listen carefully to his words as your eyes follow pastel clouds that float across the sky. You’ve always loved how self-aware Namjoon is, you’ve come to think of it as one of his most beautiful traits - one that you really adore. He’s always stayed true to himself, no matter what. He recognizes his mistakes and faults so that he can better them and become someone who’s greater than the person he was the day before. You wish you can be that one day, as good of a person as he is. He always tries to be the best version of himself.

“You’ll need to prune and cut them to take care of the tree, to care for your mind and for it to keep growing beautifully. The hurt will be unavoidable, but you’ll have to make these choices so you can continue to grow and blossom. These thoughts and feelings you’re currently feeling, try to think of them as branches of your young days, as branches of a young tree. When you’ve experienced all of the hurt, the grief, the happiness, the love - you’ll be a beautiful tree, the most beautiful tree.” He says. “I know you’ll be,” He turns to search for your gaze, wanting you to see and notice the sincerity of his words.

Your eyes meet his, inside of which sunsets of their own exist as the sky reflects in them. You feel the force that’s been pulling you down fade, and you feel yourself tearing up as you look at the man in front of you, whom you cherish most out of anything. You realize how blessed you are to have met someone like him, someone with a precious soul like his own.

“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling yourself starting to tear up.

Slightly embarrassed, you look away but you feel Namjoon’s finger nudge lightly at the underside of your chin - making your eyes meet his again. “No need to thank me baby,” He says softly, wiping your a few tears that escaped with the pads of his thumbs “I just want you to be okay, that’s all that matters.”

The love you feel for him spreads like a wildfire through your body. “I love you so much,” you say, eyes still looking into his.

A smile grows on his lips as he looks at you. “Come here,” he mumbles, hand reaching to the backside of your thigh.

He pulls your leg over both of his, so that you end up straddling his thighs before his arms snake around your waist to pull you into him. You embrace him by putting your arms around his neck and pressing your cheek against his. With your body now filled with relief and comfort, you find yourself wishing you could stay like this forever - keep him this close forever.

“I love you too,” He whispers in your ear.

The future remains a mystery, something you’ll never be sure of.

But in this moment, what you’re completely certain of, is your everlasting love for the man in your arms.

He’s your everything.

He’s your start and your end.

He’s your Solace.

[dillion-langdon]

I Fell out of Heaven to be with You in Hell Part 1

Michael x Reader, soon to be Sub!Michael x Reader

Summary: Reader reflects on how Miriam introduces you to Michael Langdon and how your whole relationship began. 

Warnings: just a ridiculous amount of fluff, for now. The next chapter will be pure smut and sub!Michael and generally just a lot of hot, passionate sex. This is just setting the stage for endless amounts of fluff and for a slow burn.

Word count: 2K

Michael Langdon.

That name seemed to be everywhere to you. Each vowel reverberating deep inside of your soul, as if your body was hollow. That name was all you could ever think about now. Saying it out loud gave you chills, but in a good way. A warm spark of electricity shooting throughout your whole being. Ever since you laid your eyes on that young man who lived down the street, he was all you could ever think about.

When Miriam, one of your neighbours and close friend, introduced you to him, it felt like a ton of bricks dropped into your stomach. As soon as you saw him, you knew. It was like everything that happened in your life, all the trauma and failure and heartbreak, was leading you up to this point. You were meant to meet this person and you weren’t really sure why, but all you knew was that Michael Langdon was special and he was suppose to be in your life.

One warm, fall day when you were walking home from the grocery store, Miriam’s car drove past you and pulled up into her driveway. You noticed someone tall and slender sitting in the passenger seat and thought this was odd, as Miriam lived alone. She did happen to kill her first three husbands, however this man was young, and quite handsome from what you could tell through the windshield window. As soon the car stopped, Miriam turned in the driver seat to look at you and beamed. She got out and started moving towards you with outstretched arms.

“(Y/N)! I want you to meet someone.”

Your attention turned back to the car and there he was, standing behind it and staring.

Staring right at you.

The look on his face was exactly how you felt. You felt suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and shock. In a holy-shit kind of way. His eyes were deeply hooded and a light blue; they were intense, yet soft and the way they stared at you felt like they were boring holes into your soul. Your mouth fell open and you shuddered. The two of you just stood there for a few full seconds, eyes locked onto each other. It was mesmerizing.

You were soon brought back to reality when Miriam brought you into a warm embrace.  You broke eye contact with him and gave Miriam a soft peck on the cheek as you hugged her back. As you had your head over her shoulder you quickly glanced back up to him. He was still looking at you.

He gave you a sheepish smile and you nearly melted. Who was this guy?

“Michael, come over here,” Miriam beckoned him over, “Don’t be shy! This is (Y/N), she just lives down the street from us. She’s the one I’ve been telling you about.”

She talked to him about me, you wondered to yourself.

Miriam looked back to you, still smiling and said, “(Y/N), this is Michael Langdon. He’s the Antichrist.” Her smile broadened and eyes lit up at the word.

Over the past few months, over your coffee dates with Miriam, she would share to you how her and the Church of Satan were navigating the whereabouts of the Antichrist. You were never a Satanist per say, but you always held stock to whatever Miriam said and found the subject quite fascinating. You just never thought they would find him or if they did, he’d be a sham of some sort. Never did you consider he would be real nor someone like Michael.

Your eyes widened. As he made his way over he shyly waved his hand and said, “Ms. Mead, stop. It’s not that big of a deal.” His voice was angelic and youthful.

Obviously feeling shy, he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at his boots. As he stood beside Miriam, the height difference was incredible. He was clearly a good foot taller than her. Almost as if you were a puppet and someone was pulling your strings, you automatically held out your hand.

“Hi, Michael.” Still looking down, he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it. A jolt of energy shot through your arm and you nearly jumped. He felt it too because he looked up at you and your eyes met, once again. This time they were much softer and you sensed a strong familiarity to them. You felt drunk and everything seemed to go hazy. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you couldn’t help but gawk at him. He was truly handsome.

Goddamm.

���Do you wanna come inside for some coffee?” Miriam asked, interrupting you and Michael’s moment. The both of you snapped out of it and you nodded. Taking your groceries home can wait, you had a different agenda now, and that was to find out more about this beautiful man that stood before you. You felt like you had no control of the situation and that you had to go inside, like something was pulling you down this wonderful, new winding path.

You followed them inside and to your surprise, Michael offered to carry your bags in. You handed them over and silently thanked yourself for doing your makeup before you left the house today.

That afternoon, as the three of you sat at the kitchen table and chatted, Michael’s gaze never left you. You could sense that Miriam was aware of this and somehow wanted it to happen? Was this what she wanted all along? It wasn’t until later in your relationship with Michael that you found out—that yes, she indeed wanted Michael to date you and it was her full intention to hook you two up.

As the conversation went on, for hours that is, you could feel Michael warming up to you. When Miriam shared how Michael came to be and mentioned Constance, you noticed Michael’s expression changed. His eyes flickered dark and his demeanor shriveled. He was still wounded, and deeply. Miriam quickly changed the subject as she knew this was still a tender spot for him and you could tell he was grateful.

When Miriam started talking about Hawthorn School for Exceptional Young Men, and how they had plans to get him enrolled,  you swore you felt Michael’s foot slide in between yours. You looked at him and he gave you another one of his sheepish smiles. He was flirting with you!

Your heart started to race and you panicked, “I should really get home. I have a college paper to write,” you managed to sputter out. You stood up so fast the chair squeaked; Michael followed suit.

“Oh,” Miriam looked at you, then up at Michael, “well we don’t want you to get behind your studies.” She gestured to Michael and said, “Michael, why don’t you walk (Y/N) home?” The two of you started to move when she added, “Oh, and don’t forget her groceries!”

The two of you left the house, with Michael having your bags in tow. It was already passed 7 p.m. and the sky was dusky with shades of pink and orange. You honestly never felt more nervous in your life. All of a sudden you came aware of every flaw and article of clothing you wore, and started to tug and pull at your outfit. The butterflies erupted again and you had a lump stuck in your throat. Your palms were sweaty and started to hurt. You were usually a confident person but Michael Langdon rendered you into a puddle.

You and Michael walked shoulder to shoulder and he was careful to follow your stride. Despite being a nervous wreck, you felt oddly at ease with him. The both of you were quiet and continued to walk to your door in comfortable, yet romantically awkward silence.

You felt the beat of your heart quicken as the pair of you reached your door. Your palms throbbed with anxiety. What was going to happen now? Was he going to kiss you? Should you just shake his hand? Maybe not, your palms were awfully sweaty. Your mind raced on what to do next.

He sat your bags down and turned to face you. You realized you forgot to leave the front door light on, but that didn’t matter. You were too nervous to care and too focused on the beautiful boy in front of you. You admired how his hair effortlessly framed his face and how his jawline went for days up into his blond curls.

“Well,” he nervously sighed, “I guess this is you.”

“Yep.” You awkwardly stated.

The both of you stood there for what seemed like hours, as you both anticipated what was going to happen next.

“Um-uh, listen—,” you began but he hastily cut you off.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” He blurted out loudly.

You were stunned. That sentence seemed to ring through your ears.

He quickly added, “I mean—like on a date. If you want.”

“Absolutely!” Your heart was singing. Even though your intuition was guiding you through the whole thing, you couldn’t believe it. Relief and joy washed over you.

He beamed and it was honestly the cutest thing ever. He looked so much like a lost puppy who just found its owner. And that owner was you.

A sudden realization washed over you both as you realized what must happen next. He took a step forward and you could feel the warmth of his body enclose on you, and he asked, “Is it okay if I kiss you goodnight?”

You gulped and nodded.

Holy fuck.

All of a sudden he was towering over you and you felt a broad hand cup your chin. That same flushed energy sparked up into your head with a rush of endorphins as his large, supple lips softly met yours. It was gentle yet firm all at the same time. Without using any tongue, he slightly parted his lips and let the heat of his breath enter you. It was so heady and inebriating, you felt dizzy as your head swam with his affection. The kiss only lasted several seconds but it might as well been eons. You never felt so lost inside of another person, so encompassed with them.

When you two finally pulled away from one another, Michael looked ecstatic. His normally bright blue eyes were darkened, his pupils dilated. For some reason, deep down you knew this was his first kiss.

“You’re a pretty good kisser for someone who never has done it before,” you added. You don’t know what or who made you said it, but you did. His face flushed a deep crimson and he chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Uh-yeah,” he shoved his hands in his pocket again and started to shuffle his feet, looking down. “But I’m really glad it was you,” he tenderly added. He met your eyes again for the what seemed like the millionth time that day and they still bore those holes into your soul. There was such a subtly to them and you can tell he was being genuine. He really meant it.

“I’ll text your mom—,” you stopped yourself, “I mean, Miriam, for your number.” You quickly added and you both laughed, knowing full well Miriam was not his biological mother. “Then we can set up a place and time?”

He nodded.

“Sure. You have a goodnight, (Y/N).” He started to walk away, grinning to himself like an idiot. He was glowing and so were you.

As he was half way down the pathway, he stopped, turned to you and said something so profound, only you could understand it. It was like striking a nail onto the coffin. His eyes met yours for the last time that evening and he said, with utmost certainty:

“(Y/N),” you looked at him, “I fell out of Heaven to be with you in Hell.”

[kpopyourcherryy]

You Shouldn’t Tease Daddy - (M)

Genre; S m u t 

Length; a bit over 900 words

Kink(s); voyeurism (i suppose), Daddy kink

The two of you sat there in the studio, silently doing your own thing.  Namjoon was busy as always, matching melodies with the lyrics of each particular song while you laid there on the suede sofa giving him feedback whenever he asked for it.   Usually, you really enjoyed it- even if it was just mainly silence as he concentrated, you adored being in his presence even if it were only for a while.. but today, today you were bored. 

A soft sigh escaped you as you stared up at the off white ceiling while fondling the waistband of your leggings.  “Oppa..” You huffed, pouting slightly as you shifted your gaze towards him. “I’m bored, can’t we go out just for a bit? We can go for some dinner or snacks,” You added while keeping your eyes on him, hoping that your suggestion would somehow get even the slightest bit of his attention. “or whatever you want, I just don’t want to be here right now.” 

“Aiishh..” Your boyfriend nearly shouted causing you to jump slightly, the sound of keys clicking away immediately followed as he seemed to basically ignore your questions. 

Immediately, your mind began to wander as you basically began to sulk now- just thinking of ways to distract him, even if it were to allow you to have his complete attention just for a little while. Suddenly, you bit down on your lower lip as that impish smirk of yours sprawled across your face while the metaphorical light bulb went off in your head.  

If you speaking wasn’t going to get his attention, you knew something else that would. 

Your small hands began to delicately graze against your exposed lower tummy, gently toying with the waistband of your bottoms for a moment before stripping yourself of them; dropping the material to the floor beside you.  “Daddy~” You cherubically purred while you tenderly ran the pads of your fingers along the seam of your lace panties- though your soft calls proved futile.

The more you touched yourself, the more your arousal grew; though this was a new situation for you, your body just couldn’t help but react at the thought of him turning around and watching you pleasure yourself.  “Da..” You began, only to have your voice trail off as soft gasps and whimpers replaced it. 

Though he seemed completely sucked into his work, those plush lips of his curled into a smug grin as he listened to your angelic sounds. Nothing but lust crossed his mind now, but he knew the way you’d sound tonight as he had his way with you needed to be documented. After pressing the record on his computer, your boyfriend slowly turned to face you. 

“Such a naughty little girl, aren’t you y/n?” He snickered, folding his arms over his chest; tilting his head ever-so-slightly as his dark eyes fell over your clothed heat.  “You’re so desperate for Daddy’s attention that you’d behave like a filthy little slut, just for a moment with me?” He calmly added as he watched you halt your movements. “No, no, go on babygirl. I never told you to stop.” 

Your cheeks automatically seemed to turn a vibrant shade of red as his expecting gaze scanned your sprawled out form.  “I want you to touch me..” You sweetly cooed, reaching out for him with your free hand as your gently touching started up again. “I need my Daddy to make me feel good.~” 

Shaking his head, Namjoon clicked his tongue- tsk, tsk, tsk.  “Really baby?” He jeered, licking his pillowy lips, “You were brave enough to start touching yourself, but now that I wanna see you continue your little show you’re chickening out?”  Leaning forward in his seat, that smirk of his slowly dissipated as his face seemed to turn to stone- this animalistic aura just radiated off him. “Continue.” He icily snarled, “Take your panties off and play with yourself.” 

His words immediately led you to harshly bite down on your lower lip while a sweet whimper emanated from you. Hooking your fingers around the elastic waistband, you peered up at him with your doe-like eye, “Bu- But..” You mousily stuttered. 

Your hesitation automatically seemed to set him off as his entire aura changed in an instant. Standing from his faux leather chair, he stalked over to you- baring his teeth slightly as he let out an angered snarl.  “Did I stutter, little girl?” He viciously asked, towering over you. “Daddy doesn’t like disobedient little sluts..” 

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, one of his large hands was around your throat while the other covered your mouth.  “I don’t want to hear your little excuses right now, kitten..” He smoothly growled, lifting his hand from your lips. “You shouldn’t tease Daddy like this... if you’re gonna give me a little show to get my attention, I expect you to continue- not stop the second I give you what you want.” 

The sheer aggression that he exhibited had you writhing beneath him as that swirl of pressure gradually began to build up in your core.  God... the things he was able to do to you with just his voice. 

It was as if he could see right through you because that devilish grin returned. “Now... I’m going to get up and go back to my seat, I want you to touch yourself for me, babygirl, but-” He deeply purred, gently raking his blunt fingernails along your upper body as he stood once more. 

“- but no cumming, bad little girls like you don’t get to cum... not so soon at least.”