anadiluna

[anadiluna]

KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

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Imagines: Nightmares 🥰 Nesting Habits 🥰 Family Outing 🥰

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You Have a Crush on Him Pregnancy Scare When You’re in Labor You Have a Bad Mental Health Day

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SFW

[anadiluna]

where the trees bend low | dpr ian

pairing: dpr ian x black fem reader

genre: bones & all au, 1980s au, fluff, angst

word count: 3.1k

warnings & tags: allusions to murder and cannibalism but neither are described | some cursing | romantic tension | some self-doubt, angsty feelings | homelessness, squatting in homes, living on the road | southern U.S. setting

a/n: so this is actually 2 fics in one post, i just didn't want to post them separately (i guess an ao3 account would've been useful here...)

these oneshots aren't standalone, neither of them will make much sense if you haven't read marrow

this first fic occurs within the main events of marrow, toward the end of the story. as usual, these fics contain dark content so if that ain't your speed, you know what to do

@cafekitsune dividers: here | here

1986

When you and Ian go to a theater one day—one of those matinees in the middle of the week that only elderly people attend—and end up watching a random film that you didn’t know was a romance, you are startled when you have the sudden thought that you want him in the same way. That you wouldn’t mind him holding your face in his hands again but kissing you this time, or walking down a street hand-in-hand, or lying next to him in some stranger’s bed and listening to him talk until you fall asleep. You try to send those thoughts somewhere far away, but days pass and they keep coming back, and that wanting in your chest only grows.

* * *

There are fingers brushing across your forehead…then stroking the flesh of your cheek. 

They are harmless, but in your just-awakening state, your body interprets them as a bug’s legs, causing you to startle away from them and roll face-first into the grass. Maybe it’s just a grasshopper, or even a butterfly—but what if it’s some daddy longlegs or a palmetto bug? Shuffling onto your knees, you swipe your hands repeatedly over your face but feel nothing other than stray pieces of grass.

“Hey, you awake? Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

You relax at the sound of his voice, though your heart is still beating faster than normal. Ian kneels in the grass before you with his hair mussed by the light breeze, his muscle shirt drooping at the sides as he leans forward, revealing the tattoos on his torso.

“Obviously I am now.” You’d been lying under the shade of a wild blackberry bush to escape the intense sun. Small specks of light filtering through the leaves were the last things you saw before your eyes closed, akin to stars in the daytime. You only meant to lie there for a moment, to let your body rest and digest after you’d eaten a bunch of blackberries off the bush, but you’d drifted off instead.

“You were knocked out. It was pretty cute, but we wouldn’t want you to get eaten by a wild animal, would we, love?”

You can do nothing to stop the way your face flares with heat, even as you duck your head and give a response that’s as nonchalant as you can muster. “Thanks for saving me from certain death, I guess.”

When you and Ian first found this area, you’d walked into the woods near the little rundown shack you decided to stay in and discovered bushes with plentiful wild berries—edible ones. You’d both come back out today to pluck them off their stems and take them to the house, but you’d ended up eating half of your bounty, not thinking much about whether they needed to be washed first; you were hungry, and the food was free. Subsisting off of mostly gas station meals and chain restaurants for the last few weeks, you hadn’t eaten anything so fresh in ages.

“How’d you end up under there?” 

“Trying to get out of the fuckin’ heat, Ian. It must be at least a hundred today, and it’s hardly June yet.”

“There’s the river nearby.”

You consider it. You don’t have a swimsuit, which means you’d either have to get in wearing your underwear or nothing. The same would be true for him, you also know. That thought begins leading your mind down a path that is becoming increasingly familiar to you, to no surprise.

You make your decision. “Are you gonna come?” you ask, getting to your feet. You grab the bucket of berries nearby, which is only half-full. The bushes still have more berries to give, though, and you can pick the rest later.

You both make the short trek to the river, the sound of rushing water growing clearer as you walk. The glint of the sun off the river surface reaches you first, vivid from between the trees and striking your eyes brightly enough to hurt.

You set the bucket of berries in the grass and strip to your underwear on the riverbank, laying your clothes on a large rock nearby. It’s the height of daytime, and though you haven’t seen anyone else in this area since you’ve been here, you’ll skip the skinny dipping today just in case. You don’t look back to see if Ian is following your lead before stepping into the river. The sweat on your body is washed away by the river water as you wade farther in and swim through the calm currents. The coldness of the water sends a pleasant shock up your spine.

“Enjoying it all without me?” you hear him call from behind you. Before you can reply, you’re doused with water as he jumps in beside you.

“Jeez!” You turn your head to spit out the water that’s gotten into your mouth, though a laugh slips out with it. When Ian resurfaces you see that he’s down to his underwear like you, but there’s no time to take in the view as you send a wave of water crashing back toward him; your move starts a battle in which you’re both splashing each other like little kids, free to be as childish as you please—all adult responsibilities cast to the wind.

This continues until you have to beg him to stop, lest you succumb to the aching of your stomach from laughter. It’s been many, many months since you’ve laughed this hard at anything, and the realization is almost startling.

Body now relaxed, Ian floats on his back in the water, looking up at the sky. “This is one of the better places we’ve found. I mean, if we’re only counting the abandoned ones.”

You’ve only been here for a day and a half, but there are things you like about it more than previous spots. “Sure, it’s nice.”

“Would you want to stay here forever?”

You give a short laugh, thinking he’s joking, but his expression is thoughtful. “I don’t know. There’s not even running water in that shack,” you say, brushing off the thought.

“But if there were—if we had everything we needed here, it could be a nice life.”

Your chest tightens at the idea, and you don’t quite know what to say. “Forever” is a big stretch of future that you don’t contemplate if you can help it; it’s a long way off even for your mind that’s always getting lost in the distance. It’s too difficult to think about being this way forever. But it seems his idea of forever isn’t as tortured as yours.

Your movements send ripples through the water, and you watch the disappearing rings. “Get real. You like people too much, you couldn’t stay in some remote ass place like this for the rest of your life. Who would you interact with?”

“You, of course.”

“Other than me!”

“Darling, isn’t that enough?”

You make no effort to answer, throwing him a look and making a big show of swimming farther down the river and away from him. 

Isn’t that enough? 

You aren’t sure. The quiet tranquility of this place is nice, but too much stillness is dangerous—lets your mind go where you don’t want it to, even as you try your best to be more present these days. Yet your nightmares continue, and the horrific illusion of Alicia’s agonized face still plagues you. With all this bloody history, are you allowed to be happy—happy with him, at that—after having been the cause of such death? It seems like a betrayal of Alicia, and that twists your heart. 

You bob aimlessly in the water as his words rotate in your mind. Are you allowed to want what he’s offering, even if it was only a silly suggestion?

You spend all of 30 minutes in the water before the downpour starts, startling you out of your contemplations. It’s one of those unexpected rain showers that happens while the sun is still out, the rays slanting through the droplets pelting you. A few large clouds had darkened over the course of the minutes, but the sun still shone so brightly that you hadn’t expected rain to follow.

“Aw, fuck.”

The raindrops roll off your eyelashes and obscure your vision; clumsily, you wipe your face and search for somewhere to take shelter. An overhang of thick tree foliage acts as a canopy along a stretch of the river, and it’s enough to give you cover while the rain falls. Some droplets continue making their way down to you, but it’s better than being outright poured on. Small branches scratch you and tug at your hair; you push them away irritatedly as Ian swims over to meet you.

“Is that enough water for you?” he asks with a chuckle, slicking his hair back with both hands, unbothered by the sudden rain. There’s adequate space for the both of you under this overhang, but your shoulders bump together as you huddle close. You turn to look at him, intending to reply, but your eyes catch and linger on the droplets that drip from his chin. Your eyes flick up to his lips, and for a second, as if outside of your control, you wonder how they’d taste if you touched them with your own right now. Like the river water? Rainwater? Or like the blackberries he’d eaten?

The thought goes as fast as it came, and you turn away a little quicker than you need to. “Yeah…it’s plenty. I’m glad we did this, though. It’s been a while since I swam.” It was actually last year during the campground visit, but you don’t mention this.

As the rain slows, you watch streams of rainwater pick up pollen from both riverbanks and send it into the river, coloring the water yellow in big swirls. You make a noise of disappointment as some of it reaches where you are and sticks to your skin. “We should get out before we’re completely covered. Our berries are probably drowned by now, too.”

“That means they’ve been washed,” Ian says, “which means less work for us.”

You laugh at the realization, the sound merely a breath rasping out of your mouth. “Huh, I guess you’re right.”

-

Lately, the onset of nighttime does nothing to cool the heat; the only difference is that the sun is no longer out to bake you alive. The humidity persists, making the air feel thick and close. And since this old shack has no functioning air conditioning—or power at all—it stays uncomfortably warm most of the time.

Sitting in a kitchen chair, you fan yourself with an old magazine as you try to distract yourself from the heat by reading an encyclopedia featuring a section on Arctic sled dog races—something you’d found on one of the dust-blanketed shelves in the living room. The kitchen window and back door are open in an attempt to alleviate some of the heat by letting in whatever small breezes disturb the night air. Small tea candles are set up around the house, along with some cheap lanterns you’d bought a while ago, to give you marginal light.

The kitchen still smells of the dinner you had earlier—cheap ham sandwiches and warm cans of Five Alive and chips you’d previously procured from a nearby gas station, plus the rest of the blackberries you collected for dessert. The meal took some of the edge off from the heat, which had worked you right back up into a tired and aggravated mess after cleaning all the pollen off your body.

Ian enters the room holding one of the lanterns now, setting it on the kitchen counter. You notice he’s wearing a shirt again, which most of the time he doesn’t even bother with; twice in a day piques your curiosity.

“Hey, so, I’m gonna go out tonight,” he announces, a hand finding its way into his hair as it often does.

You raise your eyebrows. “Supplies? I think we have enough, we just got some?”

“Nah, not this time. I’m getting hungry.”

Your stomach sinks when he says this. You’ve started to get more nervous whenever he goes out to eat—to hunt—alone, but the other alternative is for you to accompany him, which is worse for your sanity. It stirs a sickly guilt in you that you worry more for his safety than for whoever will end up being killed by him that night. But you’re reminded of the dangers every time you see the knife scar on his side.

This time of the month when he must eat always surfaces so many emotions in you, some of them nonsensical. You tend to feel somewhat angry at him for breaking the illusion. Of course, this is what you both have to do. But you prefer the rare moments when you don’t have to think about it deeply, or at all, and can act like you’re two people road-tripping across highways for fun rather than survival.

There’s a tense hesitation before you say, “Don’t get in trouble,” though the quip lacks adequate humor. You go back to your book, trying to will yourself to be less bothered by it all.

Ian crosses the room to slip into the chair next to yours. He reaches out with one hand, squeezing your cheeks as if you were a kid—because he knows it usually flusters you enough to distract you from your tragic moods, if only momentarily. On the surface, he takes your reactions for annoyance, though in reality it’s not that simple. “Of course not. Someone’s gotta come back to take care of you, babe.” 

You swat his hand off your face, trying and failing to meet the mischievous glow in his eyes as your own lamp sitting on the table illuminates his features. His words make your mouth turn down, reminding you of how much he has emotionally destabilized you since knowing him; there’s no hope of rationality when he makes you feel too much of everything all the time. Regardless of your half-hearted efforts, you’ve let yourself become so entwined with him. “I took care of myself fine before I knew you, Ian.”

His smile conveys a certain amused kindness. Cheek now resting on his fist, his only reply is, “I know.” A silence as thick as the humidity surrounding you ensues, and you don’t know what to fill it with. Is he waiting for you to bid him farewell? Shouldn’t he say it first? As you flip through a couple of pages in the encyclopedia without reading them, fingers itching from growing restlessness, you don’t understand what either of you is waiting on. You still don’t return his gaze though you feel him looking at you; his eyes carving into you makes you want to step outside of your skin, outside of your body. 

You will never ask him to stay when he goes off to hunt, because although you know he enjoys it, you also know it’s a matter of needing to do it, not just wanting. But in this hesitation before leaving, it’s almost like he wants you to express something other than your defeated acceptance and your urge to throw him out of the house so he can get this over and done with. Like he wants you to show concern with pleading eyes and mouth and say I’ll miss you, come back safe…or maybe your own sentiments are causing your thoughts to become too fanciful.

Jokes on him—these are words you locked away inside yourself long before knowing him, and they are too difficult to pull out on a whim.

Finally, he nods, perhaps a sudden acceptance of something you aren’t privy to. “Don’t wait up for me,” he says, getting up and heading for the back door.

You respond immediately with, “I won’t.” But you both know you’ll likely be awake when he gets back, the anxiety of whether he’ll return at all keeping you away from proper sleep.

-

You are still awake when he returns, the hands of the dusty wooden clock on the wall pointing toward 3 o’clock in the morning. Not for lack of trying, though; you are tucked in the bed, having gotten under the thin sheet hours ago, but sleep only finds you in small intervals that you can’t even distinguish between real sleep and the act of just resting your eyes for a few moments.

You don’t realize how wired up you are until you hear the Renault pulling up, the engine’s sound distant and faint at first through the closed bedroom window and then idling in front of the small house before cutting off. Then, the familiar footsteps on the worn porch. The tension in your muscles drains like rainwater spilling off a roof. In a flash, heat prickles your neck in your embarrassment over how you’d worried. But it shouldn’t be strange to be a little afraid, you try to reassure yourself, after all the people you’ve lost through the years.

You wait for Ian to walk into the bedroom. Instead of going over to his side of the bed like you expect, he comes to you. He smells clean, not like blood or plasma or organ meat, though the smell of cigarette smoke also clings to him. His hair hangs in damp strands. Maybe he went with the person to their place, whoever it was, and took a shower there after it was all done—their blood swirling down their own shower drain with the same simplicity of rinsing off blackberry-stained hands. 

He places a hand on the mattress behind you, leaning over your body and peering at your face like he needs to verify for himself whether you’re awake. “Still up?” he asks, knowing full well you’re looking directly at him.

“No shit,” you mumble, blinking slowly. Now that the stress has left your body, you are tired and ready to drift off rather than sit here talking. You don’t really care to hear the details of the deed.

“Go to sleep, Y/N.” He smirks as if he’s amused by you not keeping your word and moves his hand to squeeze your shoulder. You close your eyes and simply nod, turning your face into your pillow. Because if you stare at him any longer like this, poised just a couple of feet above you, you’ll begin to imagine what it’d be like if he leaned just that much closer and erased the remaining space between you—and right now, you don’t have the energy to shove those thoughts away once they start. His fingers sweep down your bicep as he departs from your side, and it makes your skin prickle.

You lie there in a deceptively peaceful state as he strips off his clothes and gets into the bed on the other side. You don’t sleep the way you used to in the tent or in the car anymore, overly wary of the space between your bodies. It would be so simple to turn around and have his face be your last vision before sleep. But tonight, you don’t. You listen to him breathe and shift around as difficult thoughts make sleep evade you for a little while longer—about how his hands can be gentle to you but capable of ending another’s life. The dichotomy disturbs you and you don’t know if it’ll ever stop disturbing you, but the same type of dissonance rests in your own body.

And you wonder if you should be more uneasy at the fact that, alongside all this violence, you still desire those hands.

vile incarnation of consummated bliss (m)

pairing: dpr ian x black fem reader

genre: bones & all au, 1980s au, horror, angst, smut-ish

word count: 2.5k

warnings & tags: southern U.S. setting | mentions of elder neglect | feelings of loneliness and guilt | morally gray behavior | cannibalism | blood | gore | non-explicit sex

a/n: sorry, this fic is all over the place with the past tense and present tense. kinda threw grammar to the wind here.

this is set a few years after the events of the main story, marrow.

1989

The smell of blood is all around you and inside of you, bathing your nostrils and your tastebuds and the interior of your throat. The only sounds in the room consist of the last remnants of your chewing, your sporadic shifting around on the plastic tarp beneath you, and the radio playing oldies from across the room. There had been no thought given to turning it off before you started tearing into the old man Ian brought home, songs from faded decades serving as the background noise to your feeding. Some Johnny Cash song is playing now, and though you can’t remember the name of it, the twang of the guitar and the melancholy tone of his voice make you feel like you’re back on the highways again, driving past nothing but green and yellow fields for miles. 

Toward the end of your time on the road, the HVAC in your second car—the Renault was a memory at that point, finally abandoned on some dirt back road when the engine died and couldn’t be restarted—had long since given up, and you spent more time outside of it than in. The summer heat is just as oppressive here, made worse by a set of window ACs that only work when they want to. You long to open the rest of the windows in the small house, but doing so would send the heavy odor of blood swirling through the yard outside. The smell may not matter as much here in this tucked-away neighborhood, a patchwork of overgrown grass dotted with the shabby homes of misfit neighbors, but complacency has never served anybody. Plus, the lingering humidity from the earlier night rain would only amplify the tang of the blood.

(You can never complain too much about the state of this house despite its flaws, because it’s the first permanent home you’ve lived in in years, thanks to the landlord who’d taken pity on you and offered it up for affordable rent—low enough to keep you with a roof over your heads until you’d found steady work in the town.

Maybe it wasn’t too bizarre, because you’d smelled it on her during your first meeting and knew why she felt such a sudden kinship for two total strangers.)

Ian sits feet away from you with his back resting against the gray couch cushions, his eyelids low like he’s trying not to fall asleep. His previously white tank top is dyed all the way red, lying forgotten on a corner of the tarp in shades of drying blood. You don’t know why he still bothers with wearing white anything, knowing what will become of it eventually.

Over time, there are things you have gotten used to doing—covering your hair with a scarf, not just for protection when you’re sleeping, but to stop blood from soaking into it during the feed. Laying down the tarp and the trash bags beforehand. Making sure all the window curtains are pulled tight and the doors locked. Scrubbing at whatever blood leaks from the plastic tarp afterwards until your hands hurt.

You’re annoyed by your clothes sticking to your skin because of the blood and sweat, so you begin peeling them off until you’re naked. The blood that remains on your skin is somewhat disorienting yet gratifies you, reminding you that your stomach is no longer empty. You always feel surreal fresh off the act of eating, destructive and stranger than human. 

The guilt is slightly smaller now as time, the need to survive, and the constant exposure to violence wear away at your more human sentiments—not something that you wanted to happen but that you now understand was inevitable, living this way. You think about the victims and the stolen potentiality of their lives but don’t linger on it for ages the way you used to. The details of Marygold’s face barely remain in your consciousness anymore. Alicia, too, has turned blurrier with time, the specifics of your memories with her becoming more uncertain to you.

You try to frame this change in healthier terms—moving on, some would say. But even though it has shrunk, the guilt is always there. You continuously nudge it back into its assigned compartment when it spills over, forcing it to share the space it occupies with other things in your life. Distractions. 

Clothes abandoned, you crawl over to Ian and fit yourself against his side. He comes back alive from his post-feeding euphoric haze to wrap his arms around you. He turns his face to you, tucking his nose into the folds of your headscarf in search of your natural scent, but it’s eclipsed by the smell of viscera.

Would you dream a dream of me, wherever you may be? Goodbye, little darling, goodbye

The Johnny Cash song is short. Another song starts after it fades out—one that’s even older. The tinkling chimes at the beginning pique your recognition.

Dream, when you're feelin' blue Dream, that's the thing to do Dream, while the smoke rings rise in the air You'll find your share Of memories there

Maybe this oldies station isn’t the best choice. Your mind keeps drifting back to the elderly man. Did he listen to these songs as a younger man? In those days, did he think his life would turn out differently than it did? He must have. You didn’t know him well, but you knew he had no remaining family that cared about his existence. His few grandchildren had not wanted to deal with the expenses and hassle of putting him in a nursing home or letting him live with them, and instead had let him stay in his ramshackle trailer to live an empty life in this town. They and their parents had long ago escaped the confines of this place.

You never interacted with him in any meaningful way. You only heard about his story from the cashier at the nearby grocery store you frequented, but you felt some sense of sympathy.

(The cashier, you know, is an eater too.

You don’t typically go out of your way to speak to her, but you don’t try to avoid her, either. You both just eye each other in the store, a small nod or a smile—the expression a tad strained on your end—exchanged before moving on.)

You’d seen the old man a few times in that same store, shuffling about in a manner that reminded you of a ghost—not emotionally cold or senile in the way that old age brings, but largely uncaring of his surroundings. Like his mind had already detached and gone elsewhere, maybe to someplace better than here.

You thought about going to keep him company sometimes, or stopping by his home to see how he was doing. It was the kind thing to do for a neighbor, especially someone who had no one else making that kind of effort. And maybe it would help balance the scales—a small way to atone for all the carnage that enshrouded your existence. 

You never got around to it.

Now, you are ashamed of these poorly conceived ideas that never amounted to anything. Had you only conjured those thoughts to make yourself feel better in the moment? To try to remind yourself that you still have a human heart?

Before you devoured the old man, you and Ian nearly argued about it hours earlier—when he brought the man’s lifeless body into your home—even as your stomach was twisting itself into desperate knots. 

Your whole body perked up at the sound of the door opening, more of an instinctual reaction than anything else—because this sound meant that Ian was back, and with him would come nourishment. You stumbled toward the front room as your hunger made your limbs hard to control, but you halted in the entrance of the hallway, shaking and sweaty.

“What—what have you done?” you groaned, recognition of the body sending horror racing through your bones.

“What I needed to do. He was there—just ready to be taken—and I need to be able to feed you, darling. Would you rather wait here starving for days while I try to find someone else?”

“Is my life worth that much to you?” Your voice was rough, chest aching with contrition. Your eyes darted around Ian’s face as you tried not to stare at the small old man he held in his arms—mouth slack, pupils cloudy, and skin even more saggy and dull in death. “Does this make sense to you? He did nothing to deserve this.”

Even faced with your anger and the grotesque nature of the situation, Ian’s eyes were soft—and a tad melancholy. As if he felt bad for you. “My love, you still don’t understand that I’d do anything for you.”

A stilted laugh snuck past your lips. “That’s a dangerous way to be.”

He laid the body on the ground, the limbs and neck frail against the ridiculous blue tarp, and contrary to your instincts you wanted to shout for him to get it out of there. “Either way, it’s not about what anyone ‘deserves.’ When I came to him, he wasn’t afraid or angry. I didn’t tell him—not at first—but he suspected what I wanted and didn’t even care.”

“What? Didn’t care?”

“I mean, he wasn’t interested in fighting death like the others.”

In all your time of being a cannibal, you’ve never encountered someone who didn’t mind having their life stolen from them. 

You sank to your knees on the tarp, the hunger beginning to overpower your cognition and willpower even as you tried to focus on the conversation. You found one of the man’s hands and squeezed his fingers tight in your palm, as if trying to give comfort before the desecration. Even in your effort to show some tenderness, your senses zeroed in on how papery his bony fingers felt and the still-cooling blood dying in the veins of his hand.

Ian called your name, and you forced yourself to look at him. “The loneliness can be unbearable. We both know that.” This was his only explanation, but you didn’t need more context; you knew exactly what he meant.

Maybe if the man hadn’t been so neglected, he wouldn’t have forfeited his life so readily. But even if you wanted to, you could not dwell on your remorse any longer; the empathetic human part of your mind shriveled smaller and smaller as you closed in on the body, giving way entirely to primal appetite.

You dig your fingernails into your knees as the memory of your earlier exchange and the ensuing feast presses into every corner of your mind. “I need to stop thinking,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut for a painful moment, and you both understand what this means.

Ian kisses you then, his fingers on your chin warm, sticky, and tender. He hasn’t shaved in a while, and his stubble scratches you as your lips touch. It’s a brief gesture, only a glimpse of what’s to come and not quite enough. When he parts from you and makes to stand up, your hand slides down his bare stomach and to the waistband of his shorts, which stretch tight over the muscles of his thighs with his movements.

“You wanna do this here?” he asks, surprised. He doesn’t protest but watches your reaction carefully. You stare back, observing the mask of red around his mouth and the errant streaks of blood on different body parts—collarbone, sides of the neck, even near his hairline. You figure you must look similar.

“I do,” you murmur. “Just—please. I don’t know why.”

He leans in to kiss you again, his lips lingering on yours this time. “Have me then, love.”

In your normal routine, you always wait until the blood’s cleaned up and all traces of your crime are gone to do this—to wrap yourselves around each other as if it would help you erase your deeds. You let him kiss your lips and any tears if they come, though they are rarer now, as if his love is a salve you could use to heal your many wounds. They can never disappear entirely, but they hurt less after they have been touched by him.

With the evidence wiped away, it’s easier for you to indulge, to not second-guess yourself and wonder whether you deserve this affection, to have someone love you in spite of your vile cravings.

And so you aren’t sure what’s possessed you to make you want this now, when you’re still in the thick of the mess—sitting among the small remnants of flesh and bone shards that are the only reminders of what was once human.

Maybe it’s the haze. Your body still seems not wholly real as you lie on your back on the slick plastic and as Ian kneels between your legs and glides his hands over your torso, smearing the crimson. Your head feels like it’s submerged underwater as you wrap your legs around his lower back and his blood-slicked fingers make it further down, slipping between your thighs.

You press your mouth into his hair when he closes the distance between you, holding himself up over your body, and much like yourself, he smells like sweat and blood. Strands of his hair fall past your lips when your mouth opens in a gasp, but you don’t mind having more of him inside you. You close your eyes as he rocks into you, all your senses whittling down to this sensation and the sound of the radio somewhere in the background, as if miles away.

When the orgasm finally grips you, it empties your mind for some good long minutes; the flood of endorphins overtakes you completely as you tremble around him. Your embrace is desperate in how you cling to each other with no space in between, you turning your head to suckle at his fingers that grasp the side of your face. But eventually, you are forced to reckon with the truth of the blood coagulating underneath your back and making you stick to the plastic.

Afterwards, you both scrub away any escaped blood on the floor and get rid of the disposables and wash yourselves clean, and you sit on that same gray couch with the TV playing some late-night soap, assuming the ideal of being a normal couple with only normal needs and desires: food, air, water, sun, shelter, and never the taste of another human’s organs.

As the TV images flicker and you feel the weight of Ian’s arm around your shoulders, you wonder for a moment if the old man’s family would be glad to learn he’d been taken off their hands, or if they would feel any way at all about his disappearance. The ghost of his blood manifests in your mouth as if for one last haunting, and you savor the taste. Your stomach throbs briefly with shame.

You don’t know how long you can keep playing this game until your mind snaps or you fully lose whatever shreds of morality you have left—tonight, you feel closer to the latter—but you play on.

[anadiluna]

i'll go tell myself to eat shit then — x

[anadiluna]

please do one where they were like in a secret relationship and one day reader went live for her fans and idk maybe Tom walked in and now the secret's out. It's up to you how you go abt it. Have a nice day!!

Caught in 4k || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

A/n: Anon you read my mind.... I had this idea sitting in my drafts for quite some time!

Warnings: none!

Wc: 983

Divider by @pommecita

You stir in your sleep when you feel light kisses on your arm. "Good morning, love," He says, his morning voice making you smile as you turn around and place a kiss on his cheek, a smile adorning his lips. His arms wrap themselves around your waist as you both lay still, neither wanting to pull away from the embrace.

"I'm going to go for a shower," You say against his neck, his hands coming to your hips as he massages them. "Can I join?" His tone teasing as you consider the idea. "I fear if you do, we won't make it out of the bathroom for quite a bit," A smirk forms on his lips as you get out of bed, his hand still clinging to yours.

"I don't mind!" He calls out as you flip him off, not bothering to turn around as you shut the door behind you. After the calming shower, you wrap your body in a fluffy white towel as you squeeze out the excess water from your hair, letting it air dry.

You start to brush your teeth as you hear the bathroom door opening. Tom enters in only his boxers as he makes his way to you, arms wrapping around your towel cladded body as you lean back against him. You smile at him through the reflection you mouth frothy with the toothpaste as he smiles back at you.

You bend over to spit out the toothpaste as Tom pretends to fuck you from behind as laughs erupt from your mouth. You lean back up, slapping him across his chest as he smiles innocently at you. Going on your tippy toes, your arms loop around his neck and place a kiss on his lips, a few actually, as you both smile in between them.

"I feel like making pancakes, do you want blueberries or chocolate chips in yours?" You ask him whilst applying lip balm on your lips as he turns the shower on. "Chocolate chips please," He grins at you as give him a thumbs up and walk out picking out an outfit.

You pull back the curtains revealing dark clouds that littered across the sky of Brooklyn. You smile to yourself knowing today was going to full of cuddles and watching Harry Potter films with Tom. Walking down stairs, a thought plagued your mind.

You wanted to go live on Instagram as you felt as if it had been too long since the last time you did one. You leaned your phone up against a fruit bowl as you start the live. "Hey guys!" You smile as you watch thousands of people join in a matter of seconds.

You then continued to pull out the ingredients to make pancakes as you answer some of the questions that people asked. Tom walks down a few minutes later, wondering who you were talking to as your voice travelled upstairs.

He sees you in the kitchen, your back towards him as you talk about the weather. He decided to surprise you so he slowly walked up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you slightly jump. "Fucks sake, you scared me!" You sulked as Tom laughs, peppering the side of your face with kisses as your hands go up to his arms around your neck.

"Oh shit," You silently curse as you freeze, remembering you were still live on Instagram, "What?" He asks confused. You discreetly glance back and mentally face palm yourself as your phone was directly aimed at the two of you which meant that thousands of people witnessed it and most definitely concluded that you and Tom were together, which was very much the truth.

"I'm live on Insta," You whisper as you feel Tom physically pause as well, probably processing your words. He turns his head and makes eye contact with himself on your phone as he awkwardly chuckles. "Oh hey.." He trails off as you burst out laughing. "I'm going to go put a shirt on," Tom quickly says as he runs up stairs to get one.

You watch as comments blow up and you couldn't contain your smile. Everyone was going crazy as they flooded the comments with questions. You hear Tom walk back down, a shirt on his previously naked upper body as you hold out you hand and he takes is. "Well, guess it's out," He chuckles as the both of you read the comments.

Tom leans his hand against the counter as you rest your head on his arm. "Shit, I almost forgot the pancakes!" You panic as you go back to the stove and continue cooking the batter. You and Tom kept your relationship as private as you could, fans speculated that you were dating each other but nothing was confirmed, well until the live of course.

"How long have you two been together?" Tom reads out loud as you get plates for the two of you. "3 years now is it?" You say as Tom thinks about it, "Yeah, 4 years coming this September," he smiles. You come up beside him, resting your chin on your hands that were on the counter as you read through the comments, too immersed to notice that Tom was staring down at you with a huge smile on his face.

A comment mentioning how Tom is looking at you makes you look behind you, "What?" You shyly laugh as he says nothing, shaking his head. Tom takes over with making the pancakes and eventually they are done. "Well guys I'm going to end the live here and eat these pancakes with my wonderful boyfriend, bye!" You say as you end it.

You make eye contact with Tom as you both start laughing. He hugs you and kisses your forehead. "At least we don't have to keep hiding this in public anymore," He says as you agree with him.

[anadiluna]

Malewife

Christian Yu x Reader

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》 Summary: "You're an idiot." "Well, at least I'm THEIR idiot." Where while Christian is on his IG livestream, you come in to tell him bye before you go to work. |

》 Warnings: Short drabble, married, pure fluff, slight cursing, couples being couples, OOC and also self-indulgent again. |

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Soft laughs emitted from Christian's editing room as he interacts and rambles to his fans, relating to a new album he's working on along with smidges of his fans asking about his lover, you.

User: "Show us the lover, Ian!"

User: "Where's the ringed lover?"

User: "Man is hiding his lover from the world smh"

Christian could only laugh at the debacle that's happening on the chat. Waving his hand, he explained how his lover is currently getting ready for work, causing another wave of mentions in the livestream.

User: "Independent, go at em'"

User: "What a power couple,"

Christian chuckled as he read through the comments, mostly being either them mentioning how lucky Christian is or how jealous they are of one another.

It was then suddenly a knock on the door was heard before it was opened by none other than you. Peeking your head in as you silently asked if you could enter, to which, Christian nodded as you entered in.

"Need to go, I wanna say bye," you said, approaching Christian as he turned his chair around to face you. "Did you saw the food by the counter?" Christian asked, wrapping his arms around you as you kissed his cheek, ignoring the waves of comments coming from chat, "Yup, thanks for it, jagia," you replied, reciprocating the action.

Christian smooched back before saying "Take care," as you let go and left the room. Christian then turned back to the chat before becoming smitten over the interaction. Christian and you have been married for a while now, additionally, for many years as lovers, and he's still giggling over affectionate times of you together. It was when he calmed down when he noticed the chat absolutely teasing the man.

User: "Malewife"

User: "Christian Yu malewife confirmed??"

User: "He's so in love I can't-"

Every chat was about Christian in love for you as he laughed sheepishly at the chat, "Couples be couples, that's what we are," Christian said, leaning back on his chair as he placed both his hands on the back of his head. He continued reading the comments, until one particular one caught his eye.

User: "You're an idiot"

Christian then read the comment out loud before leaning forward from his chair, "I'm an idiot? Well, at least I'm THEIR idiot, hah!" Christian replied, showing the ring nuzzled on his ring finger to the fans, chuckling as he proudly said it. He was waiting his whole life since becoming your lover to say that.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Slightly inspired from a certain married voice actors having the similar, if not the same, scenario during one livestream.

[anadiluna]

Nesting Habits | DPR Ian Imagine

Pairing: Christian Yu x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: hi! i was hoping to request a pregnancy cute fluff with DPR Ian/Christian Yu. his s/o is 6-7 months pregnant. Thank you so much and have a great day/night(:

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 0.7k words

A/n: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! i squealed when this one came through! i am always down to write baby things omg! this only my second imagine/scenario for him and i can't believe i have gotten more. i've fallen down a rabbit hole of his music and i can't get out of it!

Tunes: crminal minds

The humming could be heard from down the hall where Christian was passing by after having entered the new home. Having closed on the home only a few weeks ago, there were still many boxes that needed to be unpacked sitting along a wall in the living room and kitchen. Don’t even get him started on the few left in the guest and master bedrooms. So why was the humming and the faint light coming from the nursery?

Making his way to the room, he could hear the soft clicking of plastic on plastic as you walked back and forth from one area of the room to the other – at least given by the shadow he can see. Stopping in front of the door, he’s able to see you through the crack noticing that several items in the room were no longer situated in the places they were when he left that morning. The crib was no longer sitting next to the closet but was on the opposite wall.

Had you moved that on your own?

Pushing the door a bit, he felt his eyes soften as he saw your growing bump made more noticeable by the tight shirt you were wearing in addition to the black leggings you’d been ‘living in’ for months now, and months to come. He walked in, going unnoticed, taking note of the cleaning supplies on the bookcase as well as the other changes you’d clearly done to the room you had both deemed perfect just the night before.

“Nesting kicking in?” he finally asked, making his presence known and noticing the slight jump in your shoulders. “Sorry, Darling. You look ravishing.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder, “I’m sweaty, my back’s in pain, and we don’t have enough hangers to hang up the clothes she’ll be wearing most often the first few months in the closet. I also decided I hated the placement of the crib although I think I hate this placement even more. We also need a rug in here….And we need to baby proof the house. And sterilize the bottles and pacis-”

“Dummies,” he corrected playfully while moving closer to you. “We’ll have plenty of time to do all of those things and then some. We still have four months.”

“Three months, one week, and three days,” you corrected him. “Besides, you know that the due date was just an estimate. She could come at any point after the next two months.”

Sighing, he shook his head as he pulled you into his arms hugging you as closely as your bump would allow and placing his chin atop your head.

“I’ll start sterilizing everything tomorrow and help you find the perfect placement for the crib. But right now, why don’t I start a bath to help you relax your hard working muscles and we can look at some rugs and chairs to put in here for when we need to feed her at night?”

“That sounds nice.”

He smiled, kissing the crown of your head before pulling away, telling you to finish hanging up the last few clothing items before joining him in the bathroom. He’d already prepared the bath water to your preferred temperature, lit a few candles, and was currently stirring in some epsom salt to help with the aches and pains you’d been feeling more frequently. Helping you out of your clothes, he helped you settle into the tub, smiling at the soft smile that graced your features. Your belly popped out of the water some, so he took the liberty of splashing water on top of it lightly rubbing it as he did so and smiling more as he felt the little girl doing her somersaults in there.

“Of course she moves the moment you start playing with her,” you joked.

“She likes the water,” he countered, beginning to rub soothing circles on your taut skin. “Don’t you baby?” He felt the soft kick against his palm, “You know you should be nice to your Mum when I’m not home too. Let yourself be known since she’s the one who’s working very hard to make sure your nursery looks perfect.”

“We,” you corrected softly, placing your hand over his.

“We are working very hard to welcome you into our new home Baby girl. You’re going to love it here.”

Closing your eyes, you smiled as you continued listening to your partner continue his conversation with your child as you felt your muscles relax and loosen, all of the aches and pains of the day melting to the sound of his sweet voice and touches.

[anadiluna]

Exhausted

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 1.5K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: grumpy reader, hurt/comfort, crying, Christian being a sweetie pie

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Today seemed to be full of nothing but bad things happening one after the other. You were late to work because your phone was set to go off at 7 PM instead of 7 AM. Your shoe broke on the way to work. Some careless teenager spilled their drink on you without so much as an apology on the subway. Your boss pulled you in for a meeting and fired you for “unsatisfactory performance” despite never getting any warnings and being promoted to a new position in the last month. You felt this horrible pit of rage in your chest but anger never lasted long with you. It almost always turned into sadness. You left your office building with the few personal items you had on your desk. Your eyes watered but you refused to cry in public so you walked to the subway with your lips drawn tight and your eyes unfocused. The subway ride was silent, to you at least; blocking out the world around you. When you got home you sighed at the late rent notice on your door. You tore it off and entered your apartment. You set your things on the counter without a word before walking to your bedroom. You kicked off your shoes before you let yourself fall face first into your bed. You finally let out all the pain you were holding in. Not just from today, it had been building for a while and your depression was especially bad as of late. To make matters worse, Christian had been MIA for the past 3 days and you had no idea why. You felt so conflicted about everything, so angry yet sad. You let it all out until you eventually cried yourself to sleep.

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Christian smiled when he saw you curled up in the middle of your bed. He quietly shut the door before deciding to tidy up your apartment, giving you more time to rest. As he finished putting the flowers he got you in a vase he noticed the box of trinkets on the counter. He had seen some of them in snapchats you sent him from your desk while you were at work. He knew he shouldn’t snoop but the bright red crumpled up paper in the box was too tempting to not look at. His face fell when he saw the late notice. His brain started to connect the pieces. He put the paper back in the box before he swiftly made his way to your apartment's leasing office. He paid your rent out through the end of your lease, utilities too. He ran a few blocks down from your place and picked up some food for the two of you. When he returned he set the food down on the counter before finally going to wake you up. 

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You stirred awake at the large hand slightly shaking you. When you opened your eyes and saw Christian all you could do was stare at him. His face fell slightly when you did nothing but look at him. 

“Hi baby!” he said, holding out his arms to you.

You said nothing as you moved past him to get out of bed. You changed your clothes into something comfier before walking to your balcony. You sat on the ground with your back against the window. Being on the 15th floor had its perks, the sunsets were always beautiful to watch.

Christian couldn’t help the pang he felt in his chest when you failed to acknowledge him. However - he had seen this before. Selective mutism and isolation were classic signs that your depression was reaching into a very dark place. He changed into comfy clothes he had stashed away at your apartment before following you out to the balcony and sitting with you. 

You scooted further away from him, wanting space. 

“Baby are you ok? Do you want to talk?” he asked softly.

You let out a breathy laugh, “Now you want to talk to me.” you mumbled.

Christian’s stomach dropped; he hadn’t talked to you in days due to the constant meetings and finishing the tour. He knew that talking to you on the phone was a comfort for you both and three days without contact was particularly inconsiderate of him. He kicked himself mentally for keeping you in the dark. It would have been so easy to text you yet he was mindless and didn’t. “There’s no excuse for me not talking to you. Everything got so busy and… I’m sorry jagi, I truly am.” he said sincerely. 

“I’m sure you are.” you said as you brought your knees to your chest. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling inside you. Of course he had to be sweet and kind and accountable. You just wanted to unload on someone. “I didn’t even notice you weren’t talking to me. Just like I didn’t notice being late to work. Or my shoe break. Or my bag get drenched by some idiot on the subway. Or being completely blindsided and getting fired. Or the beautiful late rent notice on my door when I got home. I didn’t notice any of it because I’m just so fucking dandy over here absolutely nothing bothers me.” you said, glaring at him.

He knew none of this was his fault and you were just angry. He had never seen it come out so verbal though. Despite the anger and venomous words he saw the tears fighting to stay in your eyes. He reached out slowly. You wanted to resist, to chew him out further. But the second he had you curled up in his arms you started crying again. He stroked your hair as you let it all out, telling him how shit everything had been for the past two weeks and how it was making your already bad depression even worse. 

When your sobs turned to random sniffles Christian stood you both up quietly. He kissed your cheeks before taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. You smiled softly when you saw the flowers, your favorites. You also saw the food set on the counter in the little to go boxes. Your eyes welled up again but for a completely different reason. Christian grabbed you by your hips and set you on the counter. 

He stood between your legs and held your hands as he spoke, “Here’s the plan: were gonna eat and watch Terrifier 3 since you’ve been dying to see it. Were gonna take a bath after that, accompanied with a massage from yours truly. Were gonna eat the last of the ice cream in the freezer. Were gonna have some crazy sex because I have missed this wonderful body of yours. Then we are gonna go to bed because tomorrow I am taking you to Busan for a little get away. Sounds good?” he asked.

You smiled and nodded before you let out a sigh, “I have to look for another job. My last check is going to cover the rent that's already late.” 

“That leads to my next, very important question.” he said with a smile. “Will you move in with me?” he smiled.

You stared at him dumbfounded for a second. “Christian I can’t pay rent for a one bedroom. How am I supposed to split rent with you for a penthouse in Gangnam? I have 6 months left on this lease too, I don’t just have 10 grand to get out of it.”

Christian pulled you into a hug, smoothing his hands over your back. He felt your muscles relax before he pulled back slightly. “I have taken care of all that. You just need to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” 

“Christian… you didn’t…” you said, slightly shocked but also slightly guilty. You never wanted him to pay for anything because you never wanted him to think you were using him for money.

“Baby - I have more money than I know what to do with. Let me take care of you.” he said, kissing your cheek.

“Yes.” you whispered before looking up at him. 

Christian pulled back to hold your face in his hands, “Really? You’ll move in?!” he said with a giddy look on his face.

You kissed him softly at first before deepening it. He had a lovesick look on his face when you both gasped for air. “Yes I will move in with you.” 

He crushed you in a hug, “This is great baby. You can decorate it however you want. I’ll have movers come tomorrow and we can tell your leasing office to shove it. You can finally have that art studio you’ve always wanted. We can buy you a desk too so you can write to your heart's content!” he babbled happily. 

“One thing at a time babes.” you said with a chuckle. “I’m sorry I was grumpy earlier. You didn’t deserve that.” you said sincerely. 

Christian waved his hand, “it’s fine. I'm here for you just like you’re here for me. Now - let's eat!” he said, tickling your sides before kissing you once more. 

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Naboo's Note:

Back from the dead! Hope you guys enjoy. My inbox is flooded with DPR IAN requests so I'm trying to knock a few out. As always I appreciate your patience. I lost my job Tuesday so I will have more time to write fics but also need time to find a new job ASAP. XOXOXOXOX

[anadiluna]

TWO ↭ rough night

The night had started like any other drinks flowing, the bass from the DJ booth pulsing through the air, and the usual crowd filling up Club Venus. Y/n moved through the chaos like she always did, balancing trays, dodging drunk patrons, and trying to ignore the lingering thoughts about Christian Yu that always seemed to creep in.

But halfway through her shift, everything changed.

A loud crash came from the far side of the club, followed by shouting. The energy in the room shifted, suddenly tense, the usual rowdiness turning hostile. Y/n looked up just in time to see two men shoving each other near the VIP section. One of them, tall and built like a tank, swung his fist. It connected with the other guy’s face, sending him staggering back into a group of dancers. Chaos erupted.

Christian was already moving, pushing through the crowd like a force of nature. Dabin and Hyungmo were close behind him, trying to break up the fight before it got out of hand, but it was clear that this wasn’t going to be an easy night.

Y/n froze for a moment, watching as Christian grabbed one of the men and wrestled him to the ground with brutal efficiency. But before he could get a hold of the second guy, another punch landed. This one squarely on Christian’s jaw.

Her heart dropped. She had seen Christian take down plenty of drunk idiots in the past, but this was different. This was a real fight, and he was outnumbered.

Without thinking, Y/n shoved her tray onto the bar and rushed toward the commotion. By the time she reached Christian, the fight had spiraled out of control. Blood smeared across his cheek, and his stance wavered slightly as he tried to keep the aggressors at bay. One of the bouncers managed to pull one of the men off Christian, but the damage was already done.

“Christian!” Y/n’s voice barely carried over the noise, but it was enough to get his attention. His eyes locked onto hers for a brief second before he turned back to the fight.

The next few minutes were a blur of shouting, fists flying, and the sound of breaking glass. By the time the dust settled, the troublemakers had been dragged out of the club, and the police sirens wailed in the distance. The crowd was still buzzing, and the club was a mess.

But all Y/n could focus on was Christian.

He stood near the bar, leaning heavily on one of the stools, his hand pressed to his side where blood seeped through his shirt. His face was twisted in pain, but he tried to play it off like it was nothing.

"You're hurt," Y/n said, her voice steady despite the knot of panic tightening in her chest. She moved closer, her nursing instincts kicking in. "Let me see."

Christian shook his head. "I'm fine."

"You’re bleeding," Y/n shot back, reaching for his arm to pull it away from his side. “Stop being stubborn.”

“I said, I’m—” Christian started, but the look in Y/n’s eyes shut him up. She was having none of it.

“Sit down,” she ordered, grabbing a towel from behind the bar. She pressed it to his side, applying pressure to the wound. “You need stitches.”

Christian winced but stayed silent, his jaw clenched in pain. Y/n worked quickly, cleaning up as best she could with the supplies they had at the bar. The bleeding had slowed, but it was clear he needed more than just a makeshift bandage.

“We’re going to the hospital,” she said, standing up and grabbing her bag.

“No ambulance,” Christian muttered through gritted teeth. “Costs too much.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, frustration bubbling up. “Fine. But you’re still going. We’ll take my car.”

Christian didn’t argue this time, too worn out to protest further. With some help from Dabin, Y/n managed to get Christian out of the club and into the back seat of her car. The drive to the hospital was tense and quiet, the only sound being Christian’s labored breathing. Y/n’s hands gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing. She wasn’t just worried about his physical injuries. She could feel there was something more going on behind those guarded eyes.

When they arrived at the hospital, Y/n parked the car and rushed around to help Christian out. He was clearly in pain, but still trying to act like it was no big deal. She had to practically drag him inside.

Once they were in the waiting room, Y/n turned to Christian with a scolding look. “You could’ve been seriously hurt back there. You’re not invincible, you know.”

Christian met her gaze, a tired smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m fine, Malibu.”

The use of the nickname caught her off guard. It was the first time he had ever called her that. Yuto’s nickname, yes—but hearing it from Christian made her heart skip a beat, despite the seriousness of the situation.

Before she could respond, the nurse came over to wheel Christian back for treatment. Y/n stood there, watching as he disappeared down the hall, a mix of emotions swirling inside her.

This wasn’t how she expected her night to go. But then again, nothing about Christian was predictable.

As she sat in the waiting room, the adrenaline from the fight started to wear off, leaving her drained. Her mind wandered back to those moments in the club. The way Christian had looked at her, the weight of his body against hers as she helped him into the car. There was something between them, something she couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe it was just the heat of the moment. Or maybe, just maybe, there was more to Christian Yu than she had originally thought.

And for the first time, Y/n wasn’t sure if she was ready to find out what that “more” really was.

previous | masterlist | next summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.

[anadiluna]

Not to Me

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 861 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: TW! mention of suicidal ideation, depression, fear, fluff, comfort, jealousy, hugs and kisses for the special bb boy, so much love its almost gross

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Christian watched from across the room as you spoke to Da-bin. You laughed, hard. You playfully shoved him, almost spilling your champagne. Christian sat in the shadows, the party for the Dream Reborn World Tour was in full swing and had been for hours. Christian was exhausted and defeated. His whole heart had gone into getting the tour going. He had rarely seen you over the past two months and you were nothing but understanding. Yet he couldn’t help but feel like the long hours had put a wedge in your relationship and it was all his fault. So there he sat, watching you and his band member talk. He knew in his soul you would never cheat on him, but that didn’t make him any less jealous. Didn’t make him want to somehow fix it all and beg for you to stay. He could feel Mito inside, aching to take over. He fought so hard to be himself while all this was going on, to be normal. But he was losing the fight; he stood up slinking out of the venue. He lit a cigarette as he walked through the city, wandering back towards your shared apartment. At some point during the walk it wasn’t Christian moving, it was Mito. He had no idea how he ended up at the Han River but he did. Even worse, he was looking over the edge of the bridge into the deep blue below. He leaned in, closer to the edge. His foot slipped, a shoe coming off and pulling him back into reality. He stepped away from the edge, stumbling backwards before deciding to run home. Even Mito was scared of the hasty decision he might make. Once home he collapsed in your shared bed, wanting to escape his own mind.

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“Christian?!” you screamed as you bolted through the front door.

Mito woke up with a start; why did you sound so panicked? He sat up, stretching a bit before the bedroom door flew open and startled him. 

“Oh my god…” you sobbed, running to him and engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. 

He felt confused but hugged you back instantly, “Baby? What’s wrong?” 

You leaned back, your voice sounding angry but also pained, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Are you kidding me??” you said searching his face.

He looked genuinely confused.

“I have been calling you since I saw you slip out for a smoke at the party. I thought you might want some space so I didn’t follow you but then… then you didn’t come back.” you said, eyes becoming big and round. “I called you so many times… you never answered. I got nervous and left the party. I walked home just in case. And what do I find at the fucking Han River? Your fucking shoe!” you said, hitting him in the chest as your tears pick back up. 

Oh. He understood now. “You… you thought I…” he gulped.

“I thought you jumped!” you yelled at him. You weren’t angry and he knew that, you were worried to death. “The only reason there isn’t a S.W.A.T. team searching for your ass is because I checked your location!” you hit his chest once again.

You took a breath, trying to steady yourself.

“I thought… I thought you were dead.” you cried, holding his face in your hands just to confirm to yourself that he was real and there with you, not at the bottom of a river. 

Mito kissed over your cheeks, catching your tears on his lips. He felt himself crying. Not only because of the fear he instilled in you but the fact that your nightmare had crossed his mind as an idea just hours previously. He felt ashamed and the question of why you were with him drowned his mind. “I’m ok…” was all he could think to say - over and over again until your sobs turned into sniffles. 

“I love you,” you said, “Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again.” you said in all seriousness. The way your heart dropped when you saw his shoe on the side of the bridge. It felt like your soul was ripped out. You had never rushed home so fast after picking up his distinct shoe (the one you painted red hearts on). You felt some relief when his location was current and said your shared address but that didn’t stop your mind from racing with all the other horrible things that could be happening to him. 

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, “I love you too… I don’t understand…” you could barely hear the last part. 

“Don’t understand what?” you said, thumbing over his cheeks. 

“Why do you love me?” he asked. His eyes looked so pained, so full of fear. 

You smiled at him softly, “You are my happiness. My sun, moon, and stars. Everything fades into background noise with you. You’re all I want and all I’ll ever need.” you said, sounding so sure of yourself and the decision to love him.

“It’s rotten work loving me,” he said.

“Not to me.” you assured him, kissing him so passionately it took his breath away.

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Naboo's Note:

Two requests in one fic! Hello all, sorry for the little break, life was life-ing and got very busy very fast. I hope to post more but there will be another community update soon that I think would be helpful to read so I don't get anyones hopes up too high. Thanks for sticking around, XOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!

[anadiluna]

FREAKDAY — night version ⋆.˚

christian yu x reader (gn) / genre: vampire au, suggestive / warnings: blood mentions, bitting flesh, hint at oral, wc: 273 / r: 18+

< THIRSTDAY [m.list] SEXDAY >

“Christian, come on, we’re very late,” 

You let out a loud sigh, seeing how the large vampire keeps biting the neck of what once was a young female maid. Christian wasn’t biting anymore, in fact, he was devouring the flesh of the dead girl ravenously.

“Christian, there’s more of that where we’re going” you repeat, leaning on the wooden door, arms crossed. The vampire grunts, taking a bite from the girl's neck, leaving her dry. 

“Such a killjoy,” he said, taking his handkerchief and cleaning the corners of his mouth, licking his fangs and teeth with his tongue teasingly, before walking past you.

“I won’t even ask what the poor girl did, but you couldn’t wait?” 

“Clearly not,” He turned on his heels, cornering you against the door. You chuckled, opening your arms and letting him slide his hands around your waist. “You denied me of a fuck before, I was, temperamental” he coos into your ear and licks your earlobe.

“We need to be at your brother’s castle by midnight, and there’s a corpse laying right there…” 

“I’m the king, he will wait,” he grabbed your ass, making you buck your hips so your center was facing his. “And remember I can read your thoughts...”

In a blink, you could feel how he lifted you, as if you were light as a feather, and you were now outside in the nearby forest, deep between the trees, the misty leaves under your feet cracking.  Christian pushed you against the oak tree, lowering down on you, dragging your bottom clothes impatiently.  “Can’t promise I'll make it quick though, you owe me.” 

@mingsolo. please do not repost/translate to other sites.

[anadiluna]

one of these nights | dpr ian

word count: 1.1k warnings: kissing. and some suggestiveness/sexual tension. a/n: finally conjured something up. hooray for me breaking a nearly 10 year dry streak of never completing a single fic of this guy?

i'm finding that i'm in no mood to write anything explicit lately (cherry bomb wore me out ok), so this will probably not be what a lot of folks are looking for, but… this was written more for my own self-indulgence than anything else. 🤓 please don’t jump me about a part 2, i don't know whether there will be one or not

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"i'm tired," you say, crossing your arms and leaning your weight against the brick wall behind you. you blink slowly, trying to placate some of your exhaustion and rest your eyes. it's not the most comfortable resting spot, but it's all you have for now until you're back in your heated apartment and in your own bed.

"it should only take him a minute to find his wallet," christian reassures you as he settles himself on the wall opposite to you, knowing how eager you are to get back home. he can't blame you, as the long night is beginning to catch up to him, too.

"i can't believe he lost it in the first place; who the hell does that?" your friend had dashed back in the direction of the restaurant once you all had gotten halfway down the block and he realized he didn't have his wallet. now you are just waiting for him to find it and come back, having ducked into this alleyway to try to get some shelter away from the winter breeze. you wouldn't have gone anywhere near this dim, narrow alley if you were with anyone else, but you trust christian to keep you safe if anything happens. it feels unusual but comforting to be able to trust someone in that way.

christian chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "y'know, i think he was a little too preoccupied flirting with the waitress to keep track of it."

despite your tiredness, you break into giggles at the remembrance of your friend's corny attempts at flirting with lines that seemed to come straight from a poorly-rated romcom.

even after your laughter dies down, your insides pleasantly warmed by the amusement, christian's eyes stay on you—intently watching. when you realize this, you meet his gaze again with a question beginning to form on your lips.

your eyes only have seconds to remain interlocked with each other's before christian is stepping forward in one long stride, his body heat filling your space and his lips capturing yours.

it's completely unexpected. what's more unexpected is the flash of scalding heat that it sends through your body, and the quiet, surprised moan it pulls from you. his lips are warm and unaffected by the cold of the outdoors. strands of his hair tickle your face, and his nose presses against your cheek, the solid metal of his nose ring disrupting the soft touch of his skin on yours.

there are the ghosts of his hands—one at your hip and the other somewhere between the nape of your neck and the side of your jaw—but neither one fully makes contact with your body, just brushing by like he's decided he can't touch you or it might overwhelm him. his mouth parts, and there is the tip of his tongue gliding across the seam of your lips. you are just about to invite him inside, but then there is nothing more.

the kiss ends before you can fully get your bearings within it. christian separates from you and a trail of spit is the only thing left connecting you both, which breaks when he backs away.

"maybe i shouldn't have done that," he says, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. "i'm sorry." you don't know what to say to that.

the unruly breeze is back, changing directions and flooding into the narrow alley, and it makes your lips even colder than they'd otherwise be from the new moisture on them. your entire nervous system feels like it's vibrating within your body—trembling with the desire for more. you want to cross those few feet of space and go to him, meld your bodies together, crush your lips against his, scratch your nails across his back over the smooth leather of his jacket.

you might even like it if he picked you up and pressed your back against that rough brick wall—if you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed his slender waist between your thighs—if you felt his fingertips sink into the flesh of your thighs while his tongue sunk into your mouth.

but your feet stay planted right where they are.

"sorry? you don't have to be sorry. but why did you do it?"

"i just wanted to—for a while now. that's pretty selfish of me, but...fuck." he flips a hand through his hair like he always does; he does it so frequently that sometimes it distracts you from the conversation at hand. in those moments, all you can really think about is the softness of his hair as it slides through your fingers, the few times you’ve touched it before.

now, all you can think about is grasping it more firmly and controlling his movements, bringing his mouth back to yours so you can taste him again.

lost in his thoughts, he bites his lip. the vibrating of your nerves intensifies.

"well, do it again. you could be selfish with me, christian."

there's an expectant pause as you both size each other up, a mutual understanding and desire developing in the silence. christian approaches you again, but slower this time, like he's trying to gauge if you're serious. in seconds, he's right in front of you and breathing your air and staring at you like he is hungry for something only you could give him.

quietly, you reiterate: “take whatever it is that you want. i want you to do that.”

“darling...” his voice sounds deceptively gentle, teasing even though he doesn’t mean for it to be. he whispers to you as if you’re a glass figurine that could disintegrate if he speaks too loudly, even as his tattooed hand presses against the brick beside your head, already enveloping you. leaning in, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and staying there, he says: “do you really want me to—”

"hey! i found it."

you abruptly turn away from christian, looking at your friend who's standing at the entrance of the alleyway and holding his wallet up with triumph. "what are you two doing?" your friend looks at you cluelessly, though realization immediately dawns on him with an embarrassed smile he tries to tamp down.

the moment is shattered; christian's expression breaks into an awkward smile that matches your friend's, and once again the space between you is wider than you'd like for it to be, his arm back at his side. "dude..."

you give a heavy sigh and roll your eyes, suddenly remembering how tired you are. "...nothing. let's go home."

[anadiluna]

Mito

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 848 WC

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Warnings: DID, Mito, depression, hurt comfort, idk man I'm stoned as shit

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The bed felt cold and empty, so much so that it woke you up. You felt around with your eyes closed, grunting when you found nothing. You forced your eyes open, adjusting to the darkness. You could hear the pitter patter of rain against the large windows that encompassed one entire wall of the bedroom. A crackle of thunder and burst of lightning showed you where Christian was. He was looking out the window at the city below. 

“Baby?” You called out to him, but he didn’t answer.

You threw the blankets back, shivering slightly when your feet met the cold floor. You walked over to him, he looked far away. 

“Christian?” you said again in a soft voice. He turned to look at you. His face was tense, the bags under his eyes were heavy, he looked… sad. You had never seen him go through a low in the few months you had been together but you recognized the signs he had told you about. 

“Mito?” you questioned.

His lips twitched up slightly but his eyes dropped, “Ever so perceptive.” he turned back to the window watching the rain.

“Are you alright?” you ask. You wanted to hold him but you weren’t sure if Mito would like that so you decided against it. 

“He has no idea the hole you’ll leave behind…” he whispered to himself.

Your eyebrows scrunched up, “”Leave? What do you mean?” you watched the rain with him so he didn’t feel like he was being observed.

“Everyone leaves eventually. Mito, Christian, Mr. Insanity. We’re all too much. And when you leave… which you will… the hole you’ll leave inside Christian… inside all of us…” he spoke clearly but you could hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice.

Your heart cracked, “Mito, I’m never leaving. I… I love Christian… I love all of you even if I don’t know you or Mr. Insanity the way I know Christian. You’re not too much, you just need a little extra care in different areas and that’s ok. It’s ok to ask for help and it’s ok to feel shitty. I’ll always be here as long as you’ll all have me.” you said, turning to look at him. There was no room to question your words, your voice holding every bit of sincerity they could. You reached for his hand slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to. You held him gently, thumb smoothing over his knuckles. 

“Promise?” he whispered, you heard the sniffle he tried to stifle.  

You smiled up at him, “I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” you said as you drew an “X” over your heart. Mito gave a small smile. “You smile differently than Christian.” you said, gently tracing a finger over his bottom lip. 

“How so?” he said, his eyes holding fear, wondering if he had done something wrong. 

“Yours is softer. Less toothy. Gentle, kind.” you held his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone hypnotically. 

He leaned into your palm, kissing it softly. He tentatively reached out to you, pulling you closer so you were pressed against each other. 

Your arms draped themselves around his neck. “Your eyes are different too.” you whispered.

“Oh yeah?” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Mhm… subtle, sleepy… a little scared, quite cautious…” you said, gazing into his brown eyes. 

He looked down, you had seen him, truly seen him and he didn’t know what to do or how to feel.

You tilted his chin up with your finger, “You didn’t let me finish… I see darkness yet resilience that shines through… I see tenderness and passion. And I love everything I see in you. You matter to me Mito. I want you to know that, I need you to know that.” 

Mito leaned down, stealing your breath before he connected his lips to yours. It was cautious but you felt the sentiment behind it. He pulled away after a moment, eyes quickly finding yours and searching them.

“I hope that was alright?” he asked, worried he might have crossed a boundary.

“That was lovely… I kinda want to do it again.” you said with a slight tease in your voice as you smiled at him.

Even in the darkness you could see Mito blush, he leaned down and captured your lips once again. Delightfully soft, but this held more intention, more comfortability. He pulled away when he could no longer stand the air loss. You both panted a bit as you caught your breaths. 

“We should go to bed, we have to be up soon if were going to make it to Jeju Island by noon.” you said gently leading him back to bed. 

He nodded, shuffling behind you before crawling back inside the warm little cocoon you had made yourselves. He laid his head on your chest, holding you close. You tangle your hand in his hair, gently massaging him as he dozed off. 

“Love you…” he mumbled.

You smiled, “Love you…” you kissed his head, falling asleep when his breathing evened out. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hey girly pops! First fic outside of the BG3 universe. So down bad for this man. Wrote this high so if there are mistakes that's my alibi. Love ya'll, thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!

[anadiluna]

Rest

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: DID, Mito, depression, fluff, mention of medication, mention of vomiting, anxiety, nudity, slightly steamy?, like a cup of tea left out for a while level of steam, COMFORT, established relationship

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Your bones cracked as you stretched in your soft bed. A weight on your waist is what kept you grounded as you woke up. You finally squinted your eyes open, looking down to see Christian’s arm across you as his face was nuzzled into your side. You yawned, slowly getting out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen. You reached for yours and Christian’s coffee mugs before you felt a sluggish pair of arms wrap around you. You jumped, sucking in a sharp breath out of surprise. 

“Good morning.” you whispered as he leaned his head against the top of yours.

He didn’t respond, which you found odd, but you shrugged it off. You moved around slowly, Christian attached to your back as you waited for the coffee to finish brewing. Christian slipped his hands into yours, anxiously playing with your fingers.  You frowned a bit.

“Are you ok Christian?” you asked, turning around gently so you could remain in his arms.

His head was down but you could see the dark circles under his eyes. You reached up, tilting his chin slightly. When his eyes finally met yours they were big and glossy. They searched yours fervently. Instantly you pulled him into a secure hug.

“Mito darling…” you mumbled into the crook of his neck as his strong arms wrapped themselves around you. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Tired.” he whispered back to you. 

You nodded as you pulled away. You tilted his chin down a bit so your lips could mesh with his momentarily. He kissed you back sweetly.

“Let's get this and go back to bed? Sound good?” you asked him.

He nodded, letting go of you to carry both coffee mugs back to your shared room. You grabbed a tin of strawberries from the fridge before following him. He took his shirt off as he crawled back into bed. You picked up the shirt he flung off and slipped it on. He watched you, smiling softly at the cute action. You plopped down next to him as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Can we stay in bed today? I don’t want to go outside.” he asked quietly as he kissed your cheek before you gave him a strawberry. 

“We can stay in bed all day on one condition.” you said to him. 

He raised his eyebrows at you as he chewed. 

“We go on a walk later, just a short one. Around the block maybe? Or by the river?” you asked hopefully. You always tried to get Mito outside even if it was only for a bit, you knew how much he liked to isolate. 

Mito didn’t respond for a moment before you pressed your lips to his shoulder, “Please?” you asked. 

He nodded, “Can we get boba on the way back?” 

“We can get whatever you want lovely.” you smiled at him. His lips twitched up softly as he pressed a strawberry to your lips. You bit off half before he took the other half. You turned on the tv popping on a movie you hadn’t seen in a bit. You weren’t really paying attention, you kept your eyes closed as you leaned against Mito. You had come to find that Mito always wanted to be with you, always wanted to be touching you. You made sure to nuzzle into him often, reassuring him of your presence. He played with your hair absentmindedly while he watched the movie. He kept his other hand on your hip, drawing lazy circles. He felt your breathing even out and smiled down at you when he realized you were asleep. 

However, the longer he was alone the darker his thoughts got. He felt his eyes narrow, tunnel vision setting in as his anxiety spiked. He got up quickly, rushing to the bathroom. He stumbled into the door before landing on his knees and retching into the toilet. 

You woke to a loud thud. You barely caught a glimpse of Mito running into the bathroom but when you heard him throwing up you knew what it was. You got up, making your way into the bathroom. You knocked quietly before going in entirely. The toilet flushed as Mito leaned back against the wall, his arms resting on his knees. He wiped the sweat off his brow before looking at you. You leaned down to sit across from him with a glass of water and a pill. 

“Just for nausea.” you reassured him as he let the medicine taste envelope his tongue before he washed it all down. “Do you want your anxiety meds? They might help.” you said as you smoothed your thumbs over his knuckles. 

Mito was hesitant to take meds after he had taken too many one time on a particularly bad day before he ever even knew you. But, he could see it in your eyes, how much you knew they would help. He nodded softly, sipping at his water while you moved around the bathroom getting his pills. You brought them back to him, placing them in his hand. He swallowed them down, cringing at the unpleasant feeling of pills streaming down his throat. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” he said.

You waved him off, “Wanna shower? Might make you feel better.”

��As long as you come with.” he said as he got up, slipping his pants off.

You smiled and nodded quickly, throwing his shirt off as you turned the water on. You threw a shower bomb in, filling the bathroom with a sweet but spicy smell. You dimmed the lights before stepping in, the ambiance fitting the gloomy autumn day. Mito stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you both enjoyed the hot water. Mito moved you both so he could get your hair wet. He shampooed and conditioned your hair, giving you the most delicious scalp massages accompanied by occasional neck kisses. As he lathered your back in soap, he made sure to check with you before he cleaned anywhere else, ever the gentleman. You kissed him before nodding. You slumped against him, your eyes fluttering closed. His large hands gliding over your body set it alight. Everything about this moment was bubbling over with sensuality. 

“I love you Mito…” you whispered out as you placed your hands over the tops of his, moving with him as he explored your body. 

You felt him smile against your neck. You snapped out of it slightly, turning to face him. You kissed him passionately but carefully. Mito was very physical but not in the sexual sense, at least not as much as Christian was. Mito liked the comfort touch brought. 

“Love you too.” he said softly. Mito’s voice was always soft but it was deeper. Almost a growl. 

You grabbed the soap, washing him just as gently. You shampooed his hair into a mohawk, a rare toothy smile gracing Mito’s face when he saw his reflection. You finished rinsing each other off. You noticed his face was less puffy, the color slowly returning to it. 

As you both dried off you asked, “Can we take a nap?” you knew Mito’s meds can make him a little sleepy when he first takes them, and truth be told you were exhausted from the work week.

Mito nodded at you as he handed one of his oversized shirts to you. You held it close, inhaling his scent before slipping it on. You held his hand as you walked over to the bed before jumping under the covers. You giggled as you and Mito looked at each other. He leaned in kissing you until you were desperate for air. 

“We’ll go on that walk when we wake up.” he said as he kissed your head while he pulled you to rest on his chest. 

You smiled as you closed your eyes, “Good plan.” you kissed his chest before snuggling in. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Hope you enjoy, thank you to whoever sent in the request, i love writing for Mito. Thanks for all the likes comments and reblogs!

[anadiluna]

Show Me Love

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 765 WC

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Warnings: mention of self harm, self harm scars, brief nudity, slightly steamy but not really NSFW

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You pulled Christian towards the bed, your lips never leaving each other. He chuckled softly when his knees hit the edge and he fell back, you still in his arms. You had started dating in autumn, and now it was New Year’s Eve. Every minute of it had been spectacular, especially the current moment. You and Christian had yet to be intimate, neither of you moving past certain points with one another. But today felt different. If he wanted to, you weren’t going to stop him. You wanted him in some primal way. And in some chaste Victorian way. You felt his hands slip slightly under your shirt, just enough to pull you to him by your hips. You straddled him before kissing him again. You discarded your shirt and Christian stared at your naked chest. 

“So pretty…” he whispered before kissing over your chest lazily. 

You giggled when his hair tickled you, leaning back. You tugged Christian’s hoodie off before reaching a hand inside his shirt. You felt his muscles ripple under your fingers. You started to tug on the end of his shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off him. You felt him tense beneath you before you noticed the shift in his eyes. 

“Don’t,” he whispered, “Please don’t.” his voice was gruff, coming out almost like a growl. The growl of a cornered animal; a scared one. 

You sat back, his hands held you on his lap. His head hung low after what he said, eyes avoiding yours. 

“Mito what’s wrong?” you tilted his head up. “Do you not want to have sex?” 

He let out a short watery laugh. “Of course we want to… but I can’t.” 

“And why’s that?” you asked gently as you pulled his discarded hoodie on to cover yourself. 

You both sat in silence for a moment, you gently played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck while you waited for his answer. He leaned back and took his shirt off. Even in the dim light you could see the scars on his chest and arms.

“These.” he said, his eyes meeting yours. Searching for shock, horror, rejection, anything. Yet all he saw was compassion, love. You had only ever seen him with sleeves and now you knew why. You moved off of him quickly, discarding your pants to show him your thighs. Scars littered them, some small, some big. His eyes widened as you climbed back on to his lap. 

“Do you like me any less because of these?” you asked him, cradling his cheek.

His head shot up, “Of course not!” he said as his hands rubbed themselves over your thighs gingerly, keeping you close. 

“Then why would I like you any less for yours?” you asked him. You could see he was trying to find something, something deprecating to keep himself from this, from total compassion and acceptance. But he couldn’t find it. 

“I still do it sometimes…” he whispered, worried if you ever found a fresh cut on him you would leave.

“So do I.” you said gently as your own fingers traced over your scars. 

The looks you gave each other were of total empathy, understanding. “The world is cruel, in turn, we are often cruel to ourselves.” you said before kissing his cheeks. “But we have one another to lean on. I’m not asking you to stop, that is an unreasonable expectation. I am, however, asking that if it gets to that point you’ll try to talk to me first? I notice I don’t hurt myself as quickly if I have a period of time with another person present, maybe that’ll work for you too?” 

Mito nodded quickly, “I promise.” he smiled softly. Nobody had ever shown such delicacy or care. He, Christian, and Mr. Insanity felt it blooming inside them like the day they all met you; love. They all loved you, now they could show you in every way.

“Want to go watch tv or something?” you asked, ready to get off him. 

His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking harsh marks into the supple flesh. You let out a small moan when his teeth nipped at you. “Do you want to watch tv?” he asked as his hands roamed your body before slipping his hoodie off your shoulders, exposing your chest to him once again. 

“I want you, in any way you’ll have me.” you choked out as he peppered kisses over you. 

“Then have me.” he whispered before putting your hands on him, giving you permission to feel him. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Sorry this took so long to get out, work is always draining as fuck. But! I am getting a lot of requests for Christian/Mito so be on the lookout for those! Thanks for all the likes and comments, they motivate me a ton! XOXOXOXOXOXO

[anadiluna]

Drunk In Love

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 528 WC

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Warnings - none, pure fluff

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You stumbled into the apartment giggling when you bumped into the wall while taking your shoes off. “Christiannnnnnnn” you sang as you walked into the living room. 

He rounded the corner, stumbling into you. His arms wrapped around you, catching you from falling over in your inebriated state. You laughed harder. He smiled at you before you glared at him.

“You’re Mito, not Christian.” you said matter of factly. 

Mito watched you, unsure if you were truly angry it was him and not Christian. 

“You’re so pretty and sweet and lovely… I love you soooooo much!” you exclaimed in his arms as you snuggled into him. 

He chuckled before dipping down and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Woohoooooo I needed a taxi to the bed… thank you!” you said as you peppered kisses over his face. 

Mito helped you change your shirt before wiping your face off with a wipe. You struggled but you managed to brush your teeth by yourself. Mito rubbed your moisturizer on and as he held chapstick up to you, you took it from him. He stayed close to your face watching you. You turned it around, slathering his lips. You kissed him deeply before rubbing your lips together, enjoying the sleek oil. You giggled at Mito’s shocked face. 

“You are so wonderful, every part of you.” you said, pecking his cheeks. 

Mito kissed you once he tucked you in, “You are lovely.” he said, pulling the blanket over you. “But you should sleep, you're going to feel awful in the morning.” he laughed.

“How can I sleep without my pretty boy?” you protested, crossing your arms. 

Mito laughed but felt himself slipping away, Christian reemerging. You could tell, you could always tell. Even in this state. You sat up slightly, making grabby hands at him, “Are you gonna deprive me of love?” you whined.

Christian smiled, “I would never.” he said as he slipped his shirt off before climbing into bed with you. 

You laid on his chest, letting out a content sigh, “I like you all sooooo much. You’re all so good to me. I love spending time with you, and traveling with you, and even just making dinner with you.” you smiled before nipping his side, making him jump.

Christian pulled you to him, facing each other. He pulled you into a gentle kiss that you quickly deepened. Christian kept your pace, only stopping when you felt him grab your wrist as you tugged on the hem of his shorts. 

“As much as I want to darling, not while you’re drunk.” he said, pecking you a few more times. 

You caught his lips once more, “Ever the gentleman.” you said. 

He turned on the white noise you listened to every night before dimming the lights. “I really mean it though, you are my whole world.” you snuggled into his chest before going still, your breaths starting to even out. 

Christian didn’t know why but he teared up, your kindness was boundless and he loved when you showered him in it. He kissed the top of your head, “Love you.” he whispered before snuggling into you as well, quickly falling asleep.

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Naboo's Note:

Ayeeee two posts in one day! Talk about magical. Hope this is up to par, thanks guys! XOXOXOXOX

[anadiluna]

mito remembers a lot of things. he has photographic memory. he remembers the night he met you—he was assigned to be your guardian angel, to protect you and guide you in the right direction. really nothing new to him, it was his job after all. it was winter and the air was icy cold, a harsh welcome back to the human realm that stung at his skin, reddening his cheeks, causing him to shiver and grunt in annoyance. it'd been a while since he'd been on earth and he was definitely still not used to this weather.

but he remembers how warm it felt when he looked through your bedroom window and saw you for the first time, sleeping peacefully, beautiful as ever. it was nearing the negatives where you lived, the cold could be felt even through the thickest of fabric. yet somehow, when he saw you, it was like he'd stepped into a huge furnace, the warmth engulfing his body like a fire and searing through his skin, going straight to his chest. he remembers how it felt like time came to a standstill, as if it ceased to exist. he's existed for a very long time, so you could say he knows what eternity feels like, but when he saw you it was like even eternity itself came to a stop. he'd never been so mesmerized by anyone or anything in his entire existence, much less someone such as a human being, like you. he never paid attention to humans much, but you're different.

mito also remembers what your soul looks like. he has photographic memory. although he can't see it anymore, he knows it's still the same. you still haven't changed, even though he has—he's gone through so much change, and yet you still treat him the same. you still make a little extra food for him when you cook dinner in case he decides to drop by. you still wash and put away the clothes he forgets at your place. you still let him crash in your bed. still let him fuck you in it too.

with you, it's like nothing ever happened. it's like he never fell from heaven. if anything, it's like he's still an angel in your eyes. he's realized he finds solace in that, knowing that you still see him the same way, despite everyone else betraying and abandoning him because of what he had become. even his own god, his own creator didn't have the heart to even look him in the eye. he didn't have anywhere else to turn, and admittedly, the only thing he could really remember was your soul. he'd lost a lot of his angelic abilities, everything he'd ever known was stripped away from him, but he could still picture it like he was really seeing it right then and there. he didn't even have to try. it was the only thing he could truly see and find comfort in as he realized it was real and there was no turning back.

it's the only thing he could remember as he was plummeting, helpless, his wings shredding from the speed of the fall. it felt like an eternity, and mito knows what eternity feels like. the sudden pain he felt when he hit the ground felt like it would kill him right then and there, because he'd become aware of everything—the limited concept of time, the pain of his skin scraping across the gravel, getting caught in it, the realization that he was no longer a heavenly body. he was simply a man now. but in the midst of all of it, despite the millions of thoughts running through his now very limited, overthinking mind, he saw your soul.

it was a lot more beautiful than his, even before he fell. he always thought his was dull and boring compared to yours. if he had to be honest, everyone else's soul was the same, plain canvas, filled in with boring colors. yours was like a magnificent array of colors he didn't even know existed, molded together perfectly. he'd never seen such a beautiful coexistence, not even in heaven itself. he even remembered how it sounded—a gentle hum, not too loud or quiet, accompanied by soft strings, like a lullaby of some sorts that only you knew. it was almost haunting in a way, and it made him wonder sometimes if his creator was taunting him with the melody, as if it were a silent reminder of what he'd lost that day.

he wasn't sure if he really cared, though. it's hard to care, especially when he has you under him, calling out his name so sweetly the way you always do, soft pleasured whines escaping your lips. the only thing he can really care about is the way your warmth feels around his cock, clenching with every sharp movement of his hips. he pins your arms to the mattress when he fucks you, thrusting into you slowly but roughly, because he loves the little squeaks and gasps that you let out when he does so.

your bottom lip is swollen and bleeding a little from his teeth nipping at it when he kisses you and the way you're biting it so roughly to stifle your sounds, and your faced is flushed, pupils blown out with lust. he's already made you cum twice, but you're still begging for more, and he loves how you're now so overstimulated and fucked out that you can't even think for yourself anymore.

mito remembers the way that you looked at him when you first saw him. that awestruck look on your face, because you'd never seen anyone or anything as beautiful as him in your entire life. he loves that you still look at him the same way, especially in moments like these, when he's got you right where he wants you—giving yourself to him like this and letting him love you the way you deserve, because you're the only one who ever truly loved him for him, no matter how much he changed, how many mistakes he made, no matter the monster that he's become. you're looking at him like he's the only thing that really matters, and that's all he cares about. mito doesn't have eternity anymore, but he does have all the time in the world with you, and although it comes with it's limitations and uncertainties, as long as it's you, it is enough.

[anadiluna]

Your Waves...

Warnings: pure fluff, kinda cringe idk

I don't even know how to use tumblr properly or how to post here so I'm sorry, but I'm planning to post regularly for Bada🫡

Yes, I also post on wattpad and I'm lazy as hell.

Luna was too tired to keep a conversation with her fellow members and dancers or to simply sit up straight, she laid down on the floor of the practice room during the break, the collective sound of people gasping with exhaustion mixed with some random laughs here and there sounded almost melodic to her, the feeling of working exhaustively with so many people who had the same passion filled her heart with emotions that she couldn't name it, sharing that moment, with all of that people was one of the reasons why she loved being an artist, seeing so many people work hard towards a project that her and her beloved members worked so hard from scratch made her feel appreciated and respected, specially when her favorite person in the world, Bada, was one of those people who were working so hard to make justice to their hard work creating and directing a mesmerizing performance to their comeback.

Her chest went up and down with fatigue, it was hot and the lights were right on her face but she didn't care, she closed her eyes and took the time to feel the moment, a little smile rested on her lips, a comforting feeling took her entirely, at that moment she felt like life was worth it.

Then a shadow blocked the lights above her head and when she opened her eyes she was greteed with the most beautiful scene, Bada stood tall over her laying figure, her black and blonde strands of hair illuminated by the lights, the sweet smile on her face got wider by each second showing off her dimples and cute eye smile, to Haerin, Bada was the most mesmerezing live portrait displayed in slow motion, while absorbing each and every detail of Bada's face, the warmth that was just comforting her soul exploded like fireworks in her heart and she couldn't hold back the most sincere giggle she ever let out in her life.

"Are you okay?", Bada asked following Haerin's giggle, she didn't understand why the girl looked so happy all of sudden, but when Luna smiled so happily like that she couldn't help herself, she felt every inch of her body being filled with so much love that she completely forgot where she was and just stood there, admiring her.

Haerin nodded positively, smiling fondly.

Bada thought Haerin looked beautifully lost in her own little world, as she admired her smile and the way little wrinkles formed on the side of her eyes as her smile got bigger, with her hair all messy and all giggly like that she looked like the happiest girl in the world, and that's exactly how Bada wanted Haerin to always feel.

"Teacher, can you help us with the formations?", one of the dancers of the foreign crew interrupted the moment, Bada should feel ashamed for being caught completely lost in her co-worker's eyes, but instead she felt frustared as she had to go back to work. Bada and Haerin had been working together for years now, and the giggles and butterflies seemed to never leave them, everytime Bada looked at Haerin she had to repress the urge to hold the shorter girl close to her heart and never let go of her.

When Bada went back to work Haerin rolled her body to face the wall so no one could see how whipped she was by Bada's smile. Her hands closed in a fist on her chest like she was trying to physically control the turmoil of feelings inside her heart, her cheeks burned with the thought of someone catching her smiling like that, anyone that saw that would be sure she's completely in love with her best friend.

Her eyes met with Jimin's, her friend smirked to her in the cutest teasing way, he didn't said anything, only noded his head, showing he saw everything. Her cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, she covered her face and sat in front of him, still against the mirror wall so the dancers and Bada couldn't see her face, It was not on her plans to tell him about her feelings, but she was so happy that she just accepted she couldn't do or say anything to change his mind as he just caught her whipping.

"She's so-", she slightly pulled her own hair, joking as if she was going crazy because of her feelings, she couldn't properly say how pretty she thought Bada was or how she felt about her, she preferred to joke around the matter so she wouldn't feel so embarrassed.

Jimin covered his face with his tiny hands and laughed at Haerin's way of confessing her love, he never thought she would stop denying or admit she was in love with her best friend after all those years, specially like that, pulling her own hair and mumbling words in embarassment, he found it cute and was impressed by how open she was being about it, he realized once more that Bada changed her for the better.

"Okay guys, that's enough rest! Let's go back now! Last section and we can all go home.", Bada stated in her loud teacher voice while walking to the center of the practice room as everyone followed her.

"She's attractive isn't she?", one of the male backup dancers whispered to his friend while checking Bada as if she was a piece of meat, his friend smiled doing the same. "She's beautiful, but calm down man, you're not the only one looking at her, even the girls can't stop talking about her. Can you believe Emma is planning to ask for her number?".

Haerin couldn't be more offended, she silently gasped and looked at Namjoon, asking with her eyes if she heard it right. Her leader laughed and whispered in korean "What? You're the only one who can talk to her?".

She frowned and turned back to Bada who was explaining something about how the performance was going to be on stage and other things she couldn't really pay attention because of the jealousy that consumed her entirely, and without even realizing an annoyed expression rested on her face for the rest of the practice.

Haerin made sure to scan each and every dancer of the foreign crew, trying her best to discover who Emma was. She couldn't blame the dancers for liking Bada, they must've gone crazy when they realized she has a bright and bubbly personality besides the serious dance director persona during the work hours, but even so, why do they have to act like that? They would all go to back to America soon so why would they want her number? Haerin knew she was overreacting, but she couldn't help herself, just the thought of Bada going out with someone killed her.

Thankfully the dancers left not too long after the practice ended, Haerin made sure to keep Bada busy since the second the music stopped, asking inumerous questions about the performance so no one would have time to talk to her. Namjoon, who realized why Haerin was so talktive, convinced the other members to leave earlier.

{♡}

Bada touched my chin with the tip of her fingers, making me look up at her. "Something wrong?", she mumbled mirroring my pout, exchanging glances between my lips and my eyes.

"U-um.", I nodded negatively, even though I was quite upset I wouldn't bother her with something so irrelevant, also, I wasn't right on the first place.

"Then why are you pouting?", she moved her soft and long fingers from my chin, now caressing my cheekbones with her thumbs.

"Your expression was different some minutes ago. Is there something or someone bothering you, hm?", she asked lowering her head to make sure I locked eyes with her, making our faces come so close that I could feel her breath on my lips.

I chuckled softly, the way she would always make sure no dancer was bothering me, touching me weirdly and just making me uncomfortable in general made me feel safe, made me feel like I was hers.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired.", I gave her a reassuring smile but her arched eyebrows clearly show me she didn't believe me.

"It's nothing, really. I just wanna rest.", I gripped the fabric of her shirt on the back of her waist and hid my face on her neck, hoping that she would give up, but she didn't.

"Haerinnie... you're hiding something. Say it now, or else I'll ask the boys and you know they always tell me.", she said in a demanding tone but the way she caressed me head gently showed me she wasn't angry, just impatient.

"Agh... the dancers behind me were talking about how beautiful you are and how everyone on their crew is simping for you and... a-and there's a girl that wants your number, I got jealous and didn't want them to talk to you so I kept talking so she wouldn't have a chan-"

Her sweet laughed echoed in the empty practice room like a beautiful melody.

"You're so cute.", one of her hands cupped my face and her thumb gently caressing my cheek while her other hand firmly gripped on the side of my neck pulling my face even closer to hers, seeing her bright and beautiful smile up close and knowing that Ibwas the reason for it made me feel like I could have a stroke right there and die happily.

"Well, I guess we're even even now.", she said almost in a whisper, smiling cheekily.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"I *kiss on the left cheek* told *kiss on the right cheek* Kai *kiss on the nose* that you *kiss on the chin* you were dating when he asked me for your number.", Bada said the last phrase looking at me with a satisfied ironic smile.

"You what?", I asked in disbilief. I tried to sound mad or slightly annoyed by the sudden confession, but the little smile creeping on the side of my lips showed my true feelings.

"Don't come at me, you wouldn't go out with him either way.", she said letting go of me and taking her bag.

"Yeah, I wouldn't. Who is the lucky guy that got to be my boyfriend?", I asked ironically also taking my bag, vasually pretending that I wasn't feeling butterflies in my stomach with the thought that she also didn't like the idea of me going out with other people.

"Well, I didn't especify who was your boyfriend. But it could be me, right?", her teasing smile made me chuckle again.

"What do you want to eat today?", she asked holding my hand as we walked out the room.

"I don't know", I interlocked my fingers with hers, I couldn't form a proper sentence now as suddenly she was being so freaking forward, I could feel my heart beating on my throath and couldn't hear a word of what she was saying about which restaurant should we go today.

{♡}

Our plans, or better, Bada's plans of taking me to a new restaurant went down the hill when the boys insisted that we went to our old shared house that now we used basically as a basement, to drink in celebration of our comeback, and as Bada was also involved on the making process she couldn't deny.

Soon enough they were completely wasted by the alcohol, as dawn creeped in, the place filled with laughter and talks was now with a comforting silence interrupted by some snores here and there.

Bada and Haerin snuggled on the couch laughing of Jungkook's and Namjoon's deep snores, they slept on the couch of the other side of the room with mouths open making the scene even funnier to the girls.

"How can them make these noises and not wake up?", Haerin whispered trying to hold back her laugh.

"I have no ideia. I think I would wake myself up if I snored like that.", Bada said following Haerin's laugh.

As if it the universe heard them, Namjoon snored loudly and woke himselp up, looking around startled he found the two girls laughing uncontrollably at him but just ignored and went back to sleep.

Haerin threw her head back trying her best not to laugh so loudly. Bada, who was just tipsy, also laughed but took her time to stop and admire Haerinnie's happiness, she thought she looked lovely with messy hair and flushed cheeks throwing her head back laughing like a kid.

"C'mon Bada-ya, let's get out of here before they wake up and curse at us.", Haerin got up and took Bada by her hands to her apartment some floors above.

Bada felt herself going insane, everytime Haerin drank she would call her with the cutest pet names, "my baby", "my love", "my darling", just like she would casually do to Haerin everyday, but when Haerin called her "Bada-ya" with the softest tone she felt like her heart was melting in her chest, her name fell from Haerin's lips as if she was casting a love spell.

{♡}

"Here, drink everything.", Bada said sitting besides Haerin and giving her glass of water.

Haerin took a big sip of it, just like she demanded, she chuckled at the girl's obedience while fixing her hair that was flying everywhere because of the wind. Even though it was cold Haerin insisted that they stayed for a bit on the balcony, she loved to just look at the city lights and imagining how each street looked like at that time.

"Isn't so beautiful how the city lights reflect on the Han River water?", Haerin admired the river far away, her eyes fixed as if she haven't been doing that everyday for the last two years since she moved in.

"Yes, it's beautiful, Haerinnie.", Bada smiled at the sight of the river. Before meeting Haerin she used to watch the water's flowing while in deep thoughts about life, or even herself, because of the name she was given, but now, everytime she sees any body of water, like a river, sea or lake the only thing that comes to her mind is how much Haerin would appreciate the view, how she could spent hours just admiring the water flowing with her innocent and bright eyes shining more than the stars on the sky.

Haerin looked deep in thought watching the river, Bada laughed to herself knowing that, at this point, the shorter girl was probably imagining she was a fish swimming there. Haerin's love for water fascinated her, she loved everything related to it, but was so scared when it comes to swimming, she would give the most screeching screams at any tiny wave that hit her body when she went to the beach.

"Bada-yaaa.", with eyes still fixated on the river Haerin chuckled to herself calling Bada's name with the softest tone again.

"What?", Bada asked exchanging glances between the shorter girl and the river, wondering if she was too drunk to realize she was still there.

"I know Han River it's not a sea, but you are.", Haerin laughed lovingly, Bada couldn't help but laugh at Haerin's drunk state, she looked at the shorter girl with the prettiest glint on her eyes.

"Do you know why I like to watch the river flowing?", Haerin mumbled in her own words, the alcohol effect still on her body.

"Why?", Bada's heart skipped a beat, she knew Haerin was going to say something related to her and that made every single part of her feel an overwhelming happiness even though she knew Haerin was completely out of her mind.

"Because of you. Everytime I watch any body of water my mind goes straight at you... I'm enchanted to think that your name fits you so perfectly.", Haerin's fingers carefully traced Bada's features. "You know how people say that we should swim to wash our worries away? It doesn't matter that I'm too scared to do that because my worries are washed away everytime I look at you, the bad things on my mind are just words written in the sand that your waves easily make it dissapear in a second. It's really beautiful to me, Bada."

At this point Bada was a complete mess, her heart swelled with love, she tried to hold back and not let her feelings take control of what she was going to say or do, but Haerin looked at her with so much love, touched her face with so much tenderness and said thing in such a loving way that she couldn't help but just stand there and look at her girl with bright puppy eyes and pull her even closer.

"My angel, you have no idea of how much your words mean to me.", Bada choked in her own words, throughout her life some people had said beautiful words to her, but never this way, all Bada could feel in Haerin's words was pure, pure love, she made Bada feel vulnerable in a way that no one ever did.

"Ever since I've met you it seems like life's better, everything I do and feel has so much more worth, your words and actions towards me are always so sweet and loving, you make me feel so in touch with my emotions, you make me feel safe. And I love how you view the world, I love to see how your eyes shine at the littlest things, I love how passionate you are about your work, the way you smiled at me during the practice today made you look like the happiest girl in the world, and that's how I want you to always feel, I want to be the person who will be by your side, I want us to feel this kind of happiness together, I just need you by my side." Bada sniffed trying to hold her tears but it was impossible, she lovingly stroked Haerin's cheeks. "I love you so much."

Haerin was not much better than Bada, the tears fell from her eyes like an broken faucet.

"I love you more.", was the only thing Haerin could answer with an trembling voice as she looked at Bada with the biggest puppy eyes, almost pleading to be kissed by the taller woman.

Her hands that now rested on Bada's collarbone gently made their way to her neck and face, applying a slight pressure pulling her closer, her gaze was intense and vulnerable at the same time, she silently asked for permission, after all this, if Bada didn't touched their lips at that moment it would mean that Haerin was going crazy and Bada didn't have feelings for her, she felt her heart wrenching as the seconds went by and Bada didn't do anything besides looking at her with the same puppy eyes.

Bada's lips felt as plump and soft as Haerin imagined, her touches were so soft she could feel the love running through Bada's veins as the tip of her fingers pressed her waist pulling her impossibly closer and sending eletric waves wherever they touched. That moment was heavenly for both, so many years of love being repressed by fear of being rejected finally came to an end, the tears streaming down their cheeks made their lips become salty making them break the kiss to giggle, they snuzzled their noses with closed eyes, feeling their hearts beating dangerously fast.

"I can't believe this is finally happening. I'll always love you, my Haerinnie."