#christian yu one shot
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Rated: M (18+)
Genre: smut, fluff, one shot
Synopsis: after a bad break up you meet a handsome man in a dog park.
Warnings: one ass smack, protected sex, cute nicknames and penetrative sex.
Words: 3,049
Author’s note: I wanted to write something more soft and with autumn vibes. I just haven’t written in so long and wanted to put this out before winter. I mean it hasn’t snowed for me yet so I don't count it as winter yet lmao.
It was a cold crisp early autumn morning and you were walking your dog Jax, a Shiba Inu breed. Your ex boyfriend got you while on a trip to Japan. Your ex boyfriend left you with the dog he was yours anyway. The break up was a nasty one with your ex boyfriend. Ever made time with you he was either busy with work or hanging out with his loser friends you disliked so much.
Things weren’t always like this you once both loved each other very much after dating for 2 years decided to love in and build a life together you always wanted a dog so on a business trip to Japan your boyfriend got you Jax for your birthday you cried holding the small puppy in your arms the best birthday gift ever.
Let’s be real, you felt like shit your boyfriend came over last night to pick up his stuff. He was moving in with his best friend, the one you hated because he was so far up your boyfriend’s ass honestly he should have dated him instead.
When you and your ex boyfriend would get into heated fights and he was anywhere nearby he was always picking a side and it was always his best friends of course even when he couldn’t be anymore wrong that was the bro code shit these men spoke of because it just didn’t make any sense to you.
You were holding Jax's red leash as you entered the dog park. You could hear the fall leaves underneath your shoes crunch as you walked on the leaves that have fallen from the trees.
You had a hand holding a hot coffee while the other held your dog’s leash tightly when suddenly a small black dog a mini pinscher breed it jumped on top of your dog and it scared you a bit not knowing if they were playing or not you were paying to much attention to the two dogs in front of you that your hot coffee spilled all over your jeans.
“FUCK” you yelled out feeling the coffeee seep through your pants burning your thigh. “I’m so sorry, is everything ok?” You heard a deep Aussie accent and as you looked up you saw the most beautiful man you ever came across.
“Let me help you, I'm so sorry about that.” He rushed over with a stack of napkins handing them to you. You pressed the napkins to your thigh on the wet spot but your eyes never left his.
“Lori come here” he lifted the dog up in his arms. Something about a man with a dog since your ex boyfriend wasn’t a dog person he just got you the dog because he thought it would keep you company and leave him be with his friends.
“It’s ok I just got burned a bit by the coffee but I’ll be ok.” He opened his mouth in a gasp.
“That is not ok let me make it up to you I’ll get you a coffee. I’ll also get Lori here a new leash here since hers snapped.
You watched the man be all lovey woth hos dog and it warned your heart instantly. “I can come with you if you don’t mind Jax here needs a new bowl.”
“Really? Well then let’s head over there now if you don’t mind”
“So I know your dog’s name Lori and you know my dog Jax bit that is your name? My name is YN by the way.”
“My name is Christian I usually don’t let my dog loose I’m a responsible pet owner I promise but her leash unexpectedly broke and well she’s a playful dog and so when she saw the only other dog at the dog park she got a bit excited.”
“I see that it’s ok really.” You self consciously put a strand of your hair over your ear.
“Well I’m a bit glad things happened the way they did I mean minus the hot coffee spilling on you.”
“So to the pet store then to the cafe to get my coffee? You owe me.” You joked.
“I’m a man of my word YN.” The both of you walked out the dog park making your way to the pet store.
Christian looked through the dog leashes and decided on a black one you could see him testing out its strength.
“I’m sure you’re good with that one.” You teased walking toward another aisle full of all types of pet bowls they had: stainless steel, ceramic, plastic, double bowls, elevated dog bowls the list went on and on.
“Having a hard time picking one?” It was now Christian’s turn to tease you.
“Well it’s much harder than picking from leashes I’ll tell you that.”
“Ppft I digress.” Christian picked up a stainless steel double bowl and walked to the counter.
You followed behind him “you needed a bowl too?”
“No, since I saw you having a difficult time I picked one.”
“That was nice of you thanks.”
You both walk out and this time Lori is on her leash. Christian is still holding the brown paper bag with the bowl in it.
“So the next stop is the cafe?”
“Yes the cafe it is but let’s do outdoor seating since we have the dogs with us.”
“I mean that makes a lot of sense to me.” Christian smiles.
The both of you walk two blocks down from the pet store and there is the cafe.
“Two… or should I say an outdoor table for four since we have our furry friends.” Christian says and we are seated by an older woman outside.
“Are you ready to order?” The cute older lady says.
“One iced americano and….” He looks at you for your order.
“Hot coffee light and sweet three sugars please.”
“Ok and I’ll bring some treats for the furry friends too.” The lady leaves.
“She’s nice.” You say.
“I feel like dog people are usually nice people.” Christian looks under the table at the two dogs who are lying peacefully on the ground.
“I think we tired them out today.” Christians head pops back up from underneath the table.
“I mean we walked everywhere maybe that’s why.”
“So tell me about yourself, where do you work? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“ I work in marketing and no I don't. I had one but not anymore. You?”
“ I work in the arts so painting and sculptures mostly. I don’t have a girlfriend I haven’t in a year.”
“Oh that sounds so cool and why not? You’re very good looking and with that accent I’m sure you have no problems.”
Christian laughs when the older lady returns this time with a tray and two drinks she places the drinks on the table and gives the dogs treats.
“Enjoy the drinks, anything else I can get you?”
“No, we're done for now thank you so much .” You say. You both are sipping from your hot drinks.
“When you truly love someone and have your heart broken it takes time to heal.” Christian continues the conversation.
“I get it well I just got out of a serious relationship “
The both of you continue to talk about life and other things. You looked at your phone and you have been at the cafe for an hour now.
“I should get going now, you know shower from the coffee that spilled on me earlier.”
“Let’s exchange phone numbers.” So the both of you did and you were on your way “I’ll walk you home if you don’t mind” Christian still held on to the paper bag he was such a gentleman.
You and Christian walk along with your dogs. “Ok well this is me right here thank you for walking with me.” You say as you stand in front of your apartment building.
“Let’s stay in touch.” He simply says and with that Lori leads the way. You watch him for a bit then head upstairs to your apartment with Jax.
When you reach your apartment you use the key to open your door to your surprise you see your ex boyfriend on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” You were highly annoyed by his presence.
“I got the last of my stuff and to return the key.”
“Ok well thanks I won’t live here long anyway.”
“Why not? And where were you?” Why did he care about you and what you were doing? He just needed to be on his way.
Jax stood in front of you very protectively.
“What does it matter to you? We aren’t even dating anymore.”
“Are you seeing someone else?”
“You have no right to ask me that it’s none of your business.” You raised your voice and Jax started to bark at him.
How dare this man be back at your apartment without a heads up and he had the nerve to be jealous when you broke up with him 2 weeks ago.
“If you aren’t seeing someone it would be a simple question to answer but you can’t because you’re with someone else already I know it just tell me.”
“You are sick and twisted, you know that? It is none of your concern what I do, who I say or who I don’t see now, get out of my apartment right now.”
Jax barks got louder and your ex boyfriend got up from the couch throwing the key over your head. What a dick and he just reassured you that breaking up with him was the right thing to do. You wouldn’t ever go back to that.
A month has passed since your break with your ex boyfriend and you had been texting Christian daily. It was cute flirty texts and getting to know each other better. Mostly you haven’t seen each other since the cafe date your break up felt so fresh you couldn’t move on just yet.
You have been looking for new apartments because you thought moving from this old space you shared with your ex boyfriend would help in the moving on process. You reached out to a few realtors on some properties and waited for them to contact you for a viewing.
You were getting ready for bed when Christian texted you again. You smiled as you read his text. He couldn't wait to see you tomorrow you replied and put your phone on the nightstand smiling to yourself you couldn’t wait to spend time with him again soon.
You went to sleep and were awakened in the morning by your alarm clock. You hit the stop button getting up from your bed and you start to get ready for work where you will be counting down the minutes for when you’ll see Christian again. The day hasn’t even begun and you knew you would be dreading it.
You finished your work for the day but acted as if you were busy with someone before you were given an extra task you didn’t want not today you had plans and you were excited for those plans you kept looking at the time hoping it would pass faster.
It was 5:30 PM and you were clocking out. You had to rush to the train to get home to shower and get dressed for your… well not date you didn’t know what it was you and Christian haven’t discussed that yet and you both were just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes you would make out but before it got too intense, always stop yourself. You weren’t fully healed from your breakup and it didn’t feel right to have sex with another man in the apartment you once shared.
Lucky you the train pulled up on the platform as soon as you finished climbing the stairs. You got on the train and saw a seat so you sat down. Today was your lucky day. Indeed, you checked your phone to see Christian had sent you a photo of him at his art studio. The man was gorgeous. He was so focused on his sculpture donning black frames to get a better look of his work.
You almost missed your stop because you were too enthralled with the photo. You grabbed your purse and rushed out before the doors could close. You had 3 blocks to walk before you were home to get ready and you were speed walking. You had a lot to do and you didn’t want to keep him waiting. You reach your building and let out a sigh of relief time to get pretty, you thought to yourself. You laid your clothes on the bed and stepped in the shower. You knew exactly what makeup and hair style you wanted. You got out the shower in your towel and started to prepare for… whatever this is.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror making sure everything was looking right then headed quickly out the door. You met up with Christian at the bowling alley and then after had sushi for dinner. You weren’t talkative and Christian seem to pick up on it.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, popping some sushi into his mouth.
“I’m sorry I’m so quiet, I'm just in my mind too much.”
“We’ll talk to me, what's on your mind right now darling?”
Your heart thumped harder at the nickname.
“Well…” you blushed, picking at your California roll with the chopsticks.
“Are you not into the date?”
There it goes he said it a date this is a date all your worries and headache went away with one simple word date you smiled
“No, I love it and thanks for the date.” You drank the rest of the sake and started to eat and become more engaged with Christian now that he put your worries at ease.
The date was done and you both had a great time and decided to head back to your place. Jax eagerly greeted Christian since they have become very much acquainted.
“Hey Jax, did you miss Y/N? I’m sorry I kept her from you but she’s here now.”
Jax jumped on your lap and you started to scratch his head. The both of you sat on the couch talking and taking turns petting Jax. After a while Jax was asleep and you put him on the couch next to you.
“I bet Lori misses you too.”
“My mom is taking care of her now.”
“Really why?”
“I’m leaving this weekend I have an art show. I was wondering if you would like to attend with me?”
“Of course I’m sure my mom won’t mind dog sitting for me.”
Christian leaned over kissing you unexpectedly but you reacted by kissing him back. The both of you were all each other on the sofa.
“Let’s take this to my bedroom.” You said leading the way. The both of you went straight to the bed clothes were being removed and thrown on the floor.
The both of you were naked and you laid in the middle of the bed Christian’s hands caressing your body. Something caught Christian’s eyes on your nightstand and you quickly knew what it was your vibrator that you had used earlier in the day you forgot to put it away.
“Oh babe I see you were having fun without me.” He grabbed the vibrator turning it on.
“I think I’ll have more fun with you now.” You spread your legs giving him access to you. Christian smirked as he pressed the vibrator over your clit.
“Is that ok?” He moved the vibrator in a circular motion.
“Put it higher.” You bit your lip watching him work the vibrator on you.
“I think you need more than a vibrator.” He said and you looked down at him and saw his erected cock.
“You’re right about that I’m tired of my hands and vibrator.”
“Well I can be of some assistance to you.” Christian got his pants from the floor and went in his pants pockets pulling out a condom.
“I know you can.” You watched as he put the condom on then picked up the vibrator again placing it back on your clit this time with higher speed.
You moaned at the high speed vibrating perfectly against your clit. Soon after Christian entered you slowly as he kept the vibrator pressed against you , the sensation of him in you stretching his walls and the vibrator would have you cumming in no time.
“That feels so good Christian oh my God.” You threw your head back moaning louder. Christian picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours as he put the vibrator on the highest speed.
Your body felt like an explosion of sensation, a wave of relaxation and peace taking over your entire body shortly after. You couldn’t believe how quickly you orgasmed . I mean he was hot and extremely talented in bed. You have been deprived by a man for so long your body responded quickly to his.
“Darling I know you didn’t cum that quick did you?” A very cocky grin played on his lips.
“I’m I’m I’m so sorry I…. I…” you sounded like a broken toy repeated itself.
“Oh no it’s ok I’m not done with you just yet babe. Now lay face down for me.” You did as you were told and he smacked your ass. Your legs were straight and hips slightly raised off the bed. Christian entered you from behind. He felt bigger than before in this position.
Christian stroked deeper in you as he nibbled on your ear then softly bit your shoulder and proceeded to your neck.
The passion filled through your veins as his pace quickened. Your pussy pulsating in his cock adding even more pleasure you both were close to reaching your high.
“Fuck I need to get on the pill again so you can fuck me raw.” You looked back at him as you both reached your climax and he pulled the condom out tying it up and threw it in the trash can.
“Well luckily you are my girlfriend now and we have a lot more time to do more of that on our trip.” He grabbed your face kissing your lips and you both cuddled on the bed.
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Kiss Me and My Bones Turn to Ash
Synopsis: You get introduced to Mito in the worst way possible.
A/N: I love AU’s like this. This was a long time coming, but finely, this WIP is seeing the light of day after some long months. I tried to make it 5k words or less, but apparently, 7.3k is the smallest I can do. I hope DPR fans (and even nonfans) enjoy this little one-shot of mine. As always, much love, Jenn
Pairing: DPR IAN x Reader
Genre: Demon!Mito, Demon AU,
Word count: 7368
Warnings: dark themes, sacrificial themes, light BDSM, smut, blood, light gore mentioned, there is some dirty shit in here y’all. Mentions of drug-use
Your throat was raw and your skin ached.
Raw from screaming and attempting to struggle out of the many hands that gripped your arms and legs. Your one last shot at freedom echoing between cypress trees and an endless midnight sky. Multiple hands stripped away every last shred of dignity from your body until there was nothing left but tears that flowed freely down makeup smeared cheeks down to naked skin.
You were defenseless as these intrusive hands came by the dozens - yanking and pulling you down dirt paths deeper inside the forest.
It didn’t matter how your voice rose in a crescendo of despair; the fear worming its way deeper inside your gut. The small hope you’d held onto that someone - anyone - would save you died the minute your bloodied back met cool stone.
You continued to give them a fight as they spread you like a star across the midnight stone of their altar. You wouldn’t make it easy for them. While they treated you like something disposable, you knew your life meant something to you with all the moments you’d never see flashing wildly behind frantic eyes.
It wasn’t until the ropes cut painfully deep into the skin of your ankles and wrists that you felt the last grain of hope die in your chest. The prayers to whoever was listening, cracking one last time and washing out to silence as a wolf howled somewhere off in the distance.
No one was listening to the sounds of your prayers - or so you thought. It wasn’t until later you’d learned he’d been walking beside you, as they dragged you through dirt and rocks that cut into your skin. He watched and listened as you thrashed and cursed them with your own hatred bubbling molten hot beneath muscles and bone.
He watched and waited for the perfect time to peel free from the shadows and find his new home inside you.
Cloaked men came together to form a tight circle around the altar. Their arms raised up along with their voices in a deep chant that you swore made even the branches on the trees tremble. Was it Latin? Aramaic? The only ones who knew were the voices of the men and whatever god they were praying to.
You were trying to catch a glimpse around the edge of the hood of someone’s clock - was that Devin from microbiology? - when a knife started to carve shallow lines across your stomach.
A fresh wave of screams rose from your throat. The sound was lost inside the ominous chanting of men with hidden faces and the night. You knew your thrashing was pointless. You weren’t miraculously going to develop superhuman powers and Hulk your way free from your restraints.
So, with each descending cut down your abdomen you snarled, “Fuck you!” In their direction. Your fear was bleeding away into something carnal - something worthy of savagery. No longer did you want them to see you weeping for a God to save you. If you were dying, it would be with defiance in your eyes and skin in your teeth.
Another seething retort was flaring to life on your tongue when you noticed him, and that was when your world completely shifted.
You had to be hallucinating him. A sadistic trick of your own mind to find comfort in…what? He didn’t seem real. He couldn’t be. But there he was. Over the shoulders of these hooded men, at the backdrop of the forest, he paced around them. His eyes pitiless and empty except for what looked like a blue spark of flame. His thumb traced the bottom of a pouty lower lip with the top of his Cupid bow curling into something sinister. You were watching him - you’d seen him and for some reason it brought him joy. He seemed amused, whoever he was, and that amusement sent that blue spark into a flame that lit up the entire iris of his eyes.
He was handsome. The kind of handsome Roman sculptors looked for as a muse when carving into marble. You were willing to bet that there were dozens of odes and poems written just about him. Dark long hair framed his features and somehow made the pout of his lips more exaggerated. The edges touched the collar of his black trench coat that framed wide shoulders. Shoulders that spoke volumes of muscles that rippled with power and seduction: that left thousands begging for forgiveness for following any that wasn’t him. His jawline was razor sharp and the bones of his cheeks raised high. A part of you wanted to call him Apollo, but deep down you knew if he was a God he could only have one name.
Hades.
The chanting came to an end and with it the carving. You didn’t want to turn away from him - your lord of the underworld - but your curiosity took hold. You wanted to see what these bastards had done.
You didn’t yell or scream when you saw the drizzles of blood that ran like heavy syrup down your sides. The crudely cut shape of a pentagram carved into the soft flesh of your abdomen.
He could’ve done better.
It felt fucked up to think that way but you were all out of tears and if you were going to die you at least wanted it to look better than resembling a carved-up Christmas ham. The enter situation began fucked up from the minute you woke up inside a cell and only worsened with each passing hour. If only you hadn’t accepted that stupid invitation maybe then you’d be home in your room eating discounted Oreos and on to your next Netflix binge.
The regret built thick and thicker on your tongue until it made it impossible to swallow past the growing rage. Or maybe your throat was just raw from all the unanswered pleading you’d done - you were done crying. If you were going to die you refused to let it happen with fresh tears in your eyes.
You took in a heavy breath and let yourself grow rigid - hard and hollow - ready to curse them and show them your defiance. It didn’t matter if it was a pitiful last attempt at acting like you had any semblance of control. You weren’t going down begging.
“Fuck-“
You. That’s how it should’ve finished.
Instead, one of the hooded assholes - Jisoon from economics, it looked like - let out a gasp. If you were under better circumstances, you would’ve made fun of him.
“It’s you! Oh, my lord!”
His body collapsed down to his knees. His arms out in front of him in what he must have thought resembled reverence. In actuality, he looked more like he was afraid.
Groups of hooded heads turned to see what made their brother fall to his knees. Your own head included. You weren’t entirely sure why you needed to look. You knew he was there.
You’d felt him long before your eyes ever gazed upon him.
He manifested from darkness. The shadows cast down by the moonlight from trees, bushes, and rock slithered to create his form and once he was made he stepped out into the clearing. The second the group of eyes fell on his darkened figure they followed down on their knees. Their faces buried in the dirt where their praises fell from their lips to the soil.
“What are you praising? The dirt? Fuckin’ idiots,” you snarled.
If you’re going to worship something - someone - you look it in the eyes. Let them feel your devotion like a plague.
One of them looked at you then. His hatred was evident on his face. If he could, you were sure he would’ve spit on you. If you could, you would’ve strangled him with the rope he left you to die in.
“Dark lord - foul one - we bring you the offering that you have desired.”
Besides the long dark coat he wore underneath was a graphic shirt that reminded you of a Rorschach painting. Black designs flooded the white material until it took on different shapes. It was tucked inside black denim that hugged his thighs and dove inside black combat boots.
If he really was a demon he was not only the most ridiculously good-looking one out there, but self-consciously stylish.
Your head dropped back against the stone. Your wrists and ankles are still tightly spread and trapped by the ropes that hold you bound in place. You want to keep looking at him. The desire to look at him was overwhelming, but your body was too weak to fight the exhaustion of holding yourself up.
He walked calmly into the circle they created with you at the center. His eyes took you in and you swore you could feel the trail they took along your body. You felt a need so violent suddenly flash under your skin your wrists jerked against the rope. A whimper of urgency to plead with him to touch you almost escaped your lips, but you caught it and swallowed it back down.
A sexy smirk played across his lips. As if the son of a bitch knew what he almost made you do in a sacrificial circle with you as the main star.
Fresh anger brewed in your stomach and you were ready to spit it out at his feet when you blinked and he was just there. His hand clasped tight to your cheeks in warning as his obsidian eyes of flame met yours.
“I wouldn’t do that, little lamb.”
You would have told him to shove it if he wasn’t holding on to your face so painfully tight.
“Is this all you brought me?”
Well, that was fucking rude.
“Lord Mito- “
One of the hooded assholes from earlier began to rise from his knees. This guy makes himself the preverbal leader of this merry band of idiots. He was on his way up from a one-knee position when Mito stopped him. His only other free hand halted him in place.
At first, you thought it was nothing more than a gesture. He was staying still because his master instructed him to do so. It didn’t hit you that it could’ve been something else until you noticed his pale complexion begin to darken to crimson. The other hooded assholes now looking around in uncertainty and - something you truly enjoyed - fear.
“You come to me - like your parents - to make deals for your Ivy League tuitions with riches and recognition and you come bearing fruit from only one tree. You ungrateful roaches.”
With each word he spoke the boys began to writhe on the ground. Their identities exposed to you the way they’d exposed you to their treachery - naked and alone - to a demon for slaughter just so they wouldn’t need to try hard at life. Some of them you’d thought were your friends.
“We have more! We can get you more!”
“There are tons of these drunk bitches back at the house.”
More drugged women they meant. More women like you who were dumb enough to take their betrayal as friendship. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted revenge. It stoked the dying fire of rage that was left in your gut and made it new.
For a moment, you blinked, and your entire world evaporated into darkness. A part of you screamed as you tore your face free from his hands to stay put - to be a good girl.
What had being a good girl ever got you but sacrificing yourself until you end up on some fucked up altar in the woods.
You were surprised when Mito didn’t turn his grip tighter to hold you in place. He didn’t try to keep you in place and was willing to let you go. Your defiant eyes staring up into his that flashed with mirth.
“I have a better offer for you.”
Your voice was hoarse. Hours of begging for your life will do that to you. Now it felt like its own premonition. Maybe to begin again all of what held you back needed to be stripped away in fire and blood to show you what you were capable of becoming.
“Shut up, you whore.”
It was Carl - sweet coffee shop Carl - who lashed out at you then. His words full of a frantic need to keep you quiet. Mito’s head tilted in his direction giving Carl only a sideways glance before a hand moved into view. His middle and ring finger making a swift motion up sending Carl up into the air.
When Mito spoke the rich baritone of his voice grew darker. The night itself shifted back as if whatever words he hummed in Latin were more terrifying than what resided inside it. You watched as Carl tried to scream as his body contorted in an ungodly way. Blood pulled from the corners of his mouth and eyes with unspoken words gargling out his agony.
“I don’t expect any further interruptions, children” Mito snarled with Carl dropping in a twisted - and very dead - heap on the forest floor. “I smell a deal coming. Please, little lamb, continue.”
Your tongue flicked across your cracked lips. Your hesitancy dying off as soon as you watched his hungry eyes follow their movement.
“I offer you them.”
A crescendo of yelling rose as a wave around you. The men who sought to end your life with brutality did not seem to enjoy losing their lives the same way. How funny.
Mito made a swift turning motion with his hand and pulled it close to his chest. In the span of the same heartbeat it took to do it all the screaming stopped. He’d stripped them of their voice.
“If I wanted them I would have them.”
You shook your head hard once to deflect his claim.
“That’s not true. If that was the case, they would already be dead. Especially Carl. You’re stuck in some weird servitude thing. I bet you can’t even leave this area.” An unnatural cold wind rushed over your skin. It involuntarily caused your hands to grab at your bindings as a shiver ran across your body igniting it in goosebumps. “I can offer you all of them. All twelve of them along with my servitude and the release to feed freely as you wish until I’m dead.”
Everything appeared to grow still as his eyes searched your face. Was that excitement in his eyes? You couldn’t tell at first but realized the growing flames that seemed to leap up endlessly past his iris wasn’t because of anger. It was the thought of new prospects. A freedom to feed in a way he’d been denied after however long he’d been summoned.
Mito began to slowly lean down towards your face and you struggled not to turn away. The fire in his eyes created the illusion that you were falling further into hell and, maybe you were. Strangely enough - for him - you were willing to burn.
“You’ve got a deal, little lamb,” he breathed across your lips just before he crushed his mouth against yours.
You shouldn’t have thought of it as a kiss. It was visceral - every part of you fought against your ropes, digging the thread deeper into your flesh just to feel his pouty lips envelope over yours. The tip of his tongue moved across your lower lip, asking for entrance, and you gladly gave it.
You opened to him without hesitation and Mito deepened the kiss. He used his tongue to open you up further; cracking your lips and smearing it against his own. At the first hint of copper on your tongue Mito let out a moan that made you strain against your bindings. The sound was pure sin. It was the promise of pleasure and pain - of being torn apart and made anew.
When he tore his mouth away from you in a snarl, you almost screamed out in frustration, but the twelve hooded assholes who you’d offered up did it for you.
You couldn’t see all that well what was happening in the clearing around you. The sounds of screaming resonated back inside the night sky once more, but this time it no longer was yours. You listened as some ended abruptly while others gurgled around throats full of blood just before their end. The sound of flesh and thicker things landing with a plop on the dirt made your stomach flip. Splashes of blood rained down on you and you squeezed your eyes shut tight.
It felt like an eternity before the screaming stopped abruptly after the sound of a boot crunching the bones of someone’s neck. You could hear the wind move across the leaves and scatter them over objects - maybe bodies, maybe rocks - and branches. It became so eerily quiet that you wondered if the whole thing had been a dark part of your imagination.
Maybe you’d open your eyes and find yourself back inside the party. Your friend handing you a warm beer as you danced to a remix of some song that you didn’t know half the words too. It was a good thought - a great one, actually - but one you knew wasn’t going to be true.
When you opened your eyes a hurricane of emotion billowed up in your chest and threatened to release from your lips. Mito was floating above you, his eyes completely consumed with the flames that earlier had only shown like dying embers. Now, the fires were completely stoked by the souls of the corpses littered around you.
A devilish smile showcasing perfectly white teeth raised his lips as he watched you swallow down your fear. You could’ve sworn they all looked very sharp and pointy, but just like his eyes you watched as they all but disappeared. The only thing left to show for what had happened was a naked torso covered in tattoos and streaked with blood.
“Are you afraid?”
You licked your lips as you tried to think of how to answer and watched as hungry eyes followed the movement once more.
“It depends on what you mean by afraid,” you answered him softly. “Am I afraid of being in your debt? No. Am I afraid of you? Yes.”
His finger dragged along your cheek and followed the curve of your face. You thought he would stop there and gasped as he traced it further down to your throat, over your chest, and to the curve of your breast.
“You’re smart to be afraid of me,” he replied huskily. His body was no longer floating above you but was now being held up by his own weight. “But I promise to take good care of you, little lamb as long as you promise to do the same for me in return.”
His head dipped to the curve of your neck to press a soft kiss just below your ear. The intimacy of the gesture wasn’t something you’d prepared for. You’d expected him to be brutal; to take without remorse. Instead, Mito pressed his lips softly against your skin as if to tell it a secret.
It didn’t seem possible, but as his lips glided down your throat and to the hollow of your collarbone an ache began to grow hot and molten in your blood. He placed one last kiss between your breasts before his tongue dragged a hot line down close to the carved flesh of your stomach.
You were aware of his hand as it crept up your thigh. Mito made sure he took his time with every inch his fingers took - tracing over the dips in your hip and over the mound of your pussy. Constantly he teased you - getting close and pulling away - and never let you have an inch of relief.
A whimper was rising in your chest. Your hands no longer docile as they struggled to loosen the hold of the ropes at your wrists just so you could lace your fingers roughly in his hair. Mito’s tongue ran over the top point of the pentagram causing a hiss of surprised pain to rush past your lips. You wanted to move away from his wandering tongue as it continued to explore the open wound, but a strong hand held you in place.
Mito worked his mouth over the botched grooves of your stomach - cleaning up the last remnants of your fucked up night. A growl was growing louder deep within his chest, humming against your skin, just before he shoved his tongue brutally into the open wound.
The pain tore the air from your lungs. The scream you would’ve unleashed was stolen by silence and two thick fingers pushing themselves past your folds until they were knuckle deep inside you.
You wish you could say that your body fought him - your thighs had clenched shut around his arm or your hips made it impossible for him to enter you. That he didn’t find your pussy dripping and eager for him. None of that would be true, however.
Your body accepted him like a zealot to a newfound religion, and his fingers pushing past your folds to fuck you had your hips rising up to meet him with devotion.
“Please,” you hummed.
You didn’t care that you were begging. You were ready to shout for him to go further - deeper - when he inserted a third finger. The feeling of your pussy stretching followed by the overwhelming sense of fullness caused you to buck against the rock. The movement forced your stomach up into his hungry mouth causing his tongue to go deeper into the cut.
The stinging sensation should’ve been enough to bring you back to your senses - a warning that this was fucked; you shouldn’t be enjoying this - but Mito made your body crave his pleasure through brutality.
His wrist began to pump his fingers in deep, curling and stretching you until you came impossibly undone. Every time he pulled back - his fingers entering you anew - he went impossibly deeper. His fingers curl enough to hold the breath in your lungs and tear it free when his thumb curved up and pressed down on your clit.
A wet squelching noise began to rise up around you. It was lewd - complete filth that mixed itself together with the sloppy sounds of his mouth hungrily cleaning up the dried blood surrounding the pentagram. Your cheeks would usually burn red hot with embarrassment at the sounds being made, but when Mito’s thumb began to apply pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, fingers still fucking you, you couldn’t find a reason to care.
With a thick pop, Mito removed his mouth from your wound. Fresh blood - your blood - outlined his puffy lips. He made no move to go back to your chest or do anything. His fire filled eyes did not stop from watching as you writhed beneath him.
“Tell me: I want you to tell me to whom you belong.”
His voice was sin. It was sex - something ancient and primal that blossomed inside you like blood on a white shirt. It made your body needy as his thumb stroked in time with his fingers as they pushed inside your cunt.
“You - fucc it’s you.”
“You’ll do what I ask of you. No questions asked.”
His curled fingers touched something deep inside you. Something that clawed a mewling sound out from between your lips and made your body struggle anew against your restraints. You knew Mito wanted an answer. The irritation was creasing that pretty brow of his and making his hairline drop to greet them.
The same irritation stoked the flame in his eyes from cobalt blue to crimson. Mito thrusted his fingers one last time into you before he removed them. If he was trying to punish you he was too late.
That last thrust - with the hard rub of his thumb against your clit - sent you barreling over the edge. Your orgasm hit you violently and fast and you found yourself wetting the front of his chest.
“Dirty girl,” he huffed. “You got me all wet.”
He moved along your body until you were eye level. Your body was still trembling underneath him when his fingers laced themselves at the base of your scalp and pulled. A yelp leapt out of you as Mito’s free hand took hold of your jaw and held your mouth open.
You watched as he accumulated salvia at the edge of his lips. Your brain barely registered what he was doing until he spit it inside your open - waiting - mouth and forced it closed.
“Swallow.”
The demand was fire. A promise of punishment if you disobeyed. You wish you could’ve said it was disgusting. The taste of blood - your blood - and brimstone staining the inside of your mouth and coating your throat pissed you off. That you fought against him and told him to fuck off. In all actuality, it only made your cunt clench down on nothing.
Once you swallowed it you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out just to show him you’d been good. Done as he asked. The gesture alone sent a devilish smirk to curl across those pretty lips.
“Good girl. Now let me hear you say it.”
Oh. Right. “I’ll do what you ask of me, Mito. No questions.”
“I expect you to hold up your end of our deal tonight, little lamb.”
“I always keep my promises.”
You were trying to sound cheeky. Instead, it simply came out breathless. Mito was still staring down at you like you held the world he wanted to destroy and fuck if it wasn’t making it hard to think past the growing heat between your legs.
Slowly, Mito lowered himself closer to you and only stopped when his lips hovered a mere inch above yours.
“That remains to be seen.”
The baritone of his voice whispering against your lips sent your body into hyperdrive. You were ready to beg him to fuck you when he dropped the last inch and placed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth.
The sheer softness of it startled you. Your eyes went wide as he pulled himself off of you and finally your makeshift altar. He was moving around you carefree. His movements slow and careful as he picks up his shirt and jacket out of the viscera and carnage he’d strewn across the fall leaves.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, little lamb.”
This asshole! Now your eyes were wide for another reason. You reached your arms up as high as you could raise them before giving the ropes at your wrist a shake.
“Ugh, hello? Are you just going to leave me like this in the woods?”
Mito stopped at the edge of the clearing and regarded where you were like you were complaining about being in a five-star hotel. His shrug only set a fire to blaze in your blood.
“It did cross my mind.”
“That’s gonna be a huge no for me.”
“You mean, you don’t like being tied naked to a rock in the middle of the woods?” He teased, with an eyebrow cocked.
“Tempting, but no. Not in the slightest.”
“Very well,” he shrugged. “See you soon, little lamb.”
Mito disappeared back inside the darkness he was born from, and you were ready to scream. To threaten to take your deal back when you threw up a middle finger at his exit and realized the rope was gone.
Thank god - whoever - for spooky favors.
You weren’t a smoker - still weren’t - but if offered you took one. From curious bartenders, frat parties with social smokers, and the ever-present sleazy drunks who assumed you must be a whore pressed so close to the shadows of the brick buildings Mito liked to frequent.
The only whore you were was his.
Of course, you were sure the only reason you let the toxic trash touch your lips was the same reason you drank in excess when he was gone. You weren’t entirely sure when you first noticed it. The emptiness you felt at small pleasures you used to enjoy became a distant memory.
When was the last time you truly enjoyed a milkshake? A damn good Lumberjack-style breakfast or a warm cup of coffee? These days it seems you need multiple milkshakes to really taste the sweetness of the cream or the artificial flavoring of candy. You need dozens of pancakes and a mountain of syrup to even begin to feel full.
No. When Mito was gone there was no fulfillment in anything. You were a bottomless pit of wants and craving and the only thing that could ease the burden of that unfashionable emptiness was him.
At first, you didn’t want to believe such a thing could happen, but the more he stayed away the more you felt the black hole of longing begin to brew inside your gut. You wondered if anyone else could see it; the desperate way you tried to fill it. No matter what you tried nothing could ease the ache of nothingness until he reappeared. Your knight in his all-consuming darkness.
When he would simply appear from the shadows or come up quietly from behind you while you sat on a bar stool, his hands covering your eyes and a devious, “Guess who?” cascading down your senses, you felt whole again. Complete. A fucked up missing puzzle piece finally fitting back in its rightful place.
Maybe this is what it meant to be soulless. A hollowed-out version of who you were that only knew relief by the hands of the devil.
You spent weeks since that night at the party - from your little adventure in the forest - before you saw Mito again. When he finally re-emerged for the first time that night with his hands hovering over your eyes you didn’t need to hear the husk of his tone to know it was him.
Your skin had become feverish with a desire so deep it felt like you’d taken a sledgehammer to the gut at just the heat of him pressed against your back. All the life you’d felt slipped out of you day by day, everything you loved and that made you-you suddenly was coming back with blaring clarity.
The second Mito’s warmth retreated from your back, your legs were swinging the bar stool around to follow him. He was moving to sit in the empty stool next to you. His feet barely touched down on the grimy linoleum floor before you were on him.
You secured your arms around his shoulders and, to his apparent surprise, used the momentum of your body rocking into his to pull him towards you. You weren’t giving him a second to speak or deny you any longer. With a hand secured at the nap of his neck, and the other twinning inside the soft silk of his shirt, you crashed his pouty lips down on yours. Your tongue darting to trace a request for him to open up to you.
Mito didn’t make you wait long.
As suddenly as you’d taken hold of him Mito took hold of you - trapped you - in his arms. His kiss devoured you; ate and tasted up every whimpering plea his tongue stroking over yours coaxed from your chest.
You felt alive. You felt whole again.
Every sinew - every nerve of your body crackled with electricity, and as Mito’s hands glided up the back of your thighs you swore you could’ve become a storm.
The both of you had stumbled into the bars’ back bathroom. The door held together by makeshift locks letting you know the entire place heard every moan he’d torn from you as he fucked you. When his cock bottomed out - so incredibly deep - between your folds and left you coming all over the edge of the bathroom sink, you knew that the whole entire bar heard.
Later that night, Mito made two deals with two grimy-looking fucks. They weren’t into specifics of the deals they tried to make, and that was the thing about demons. Specifics. They were wordy bastards - great at mind games and twisting phrases and promises around until it sounded like a sweet deal, but the fine print was always missed. Needless to say, the two men had made their own separate deals that night. Neither one of them made it to see the sunrise.
After that night, Mito allowed you to travel with him. When you made yourself useful and found him unsuspecting souls full of grief and gluttony and, Mito’s personal favorite, rage. He particularly enjoyed the souls that looked sweet on the outside; soft and sincere sounding with their crosses around their necks. Underneath all of that tried-hard smile was something sinister; something Mito claimed to be the sweetest flavor of sin.
You weren’t sure how all of his deals were struck. You were positive the women, and some of the men, probably asked for the deal to be sealed with a kiss. Sex. Not all of them prefer a handshake and words of good faith. One guy, in particular, wanted the deal to be sealed with a little flame, making Mito do a weird magic trick of using his finger like a candle.
Yeah, that was a weird one.
None of them made it past a week. Some - if they were lucky - got a few months.
That’s how you ended up backstage in a band’s dressing room. You’d met the lead singer at a club they’d been performing at. He’d sauntered up to the bar pressing the crotch of his jeans against your ass and tried to play it off like he was just leaning against the bar - waiting for a drink just like you.
The dislike for him was instant.
You allowed yourself to listen to him ramble. His pickup lines were incredibly atrocious. He thought being in a band made him instantly fuckable.
The only way you saw out of your predicament was to play into it and invite him to meet Mito. There were four other members in their group - four other people to come along for the ride. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself to their dressing room so Mito could do his whole song and dance.
Show them he’s a demon and did his best not to freak them out. He was out there buttering them up. Five fresh souls for the taking.
Whenever he made a fresh deal Mito liked to fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a fresh soul, or a fresh kill when a particularly delicious sinner sat down at his table was too good to pass up (here is where the word games came into play). Whatever it was, he came back to you in such a euphoric high the tattoos that painted his skin writhed like a living thing.
You weren’t complaining, not really. Your only complaint - if you had one - would be on those days when he’d made multiple transactions in a day. You cared very much when your overstimulated body threatened to rip in half as his cock pushed back inside your bruised walls; fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. His teeth leaving impressions in the mounds of your breasts.
There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to come back in one of those highs. He’d warned you to stay put and that taking one foot outside the room meant punishment.
Mito wanted you close and easy to find. You, however, were growing impatient.
You hated how easy it became for him to read you, especially during sex.
There were times you enjoyed playing hard to please and Mito? Well, he enjoyed playing into it just to tear you apart and turn you into a crumbling mess beneath him. It was his way of reminding you that he owned you - mind, body, and soul - and while you continued to play your little games, it was only because he allowed the facade of freedom to dance like little sugar plums around in your head.
But there were moments he stripped those sugar plums from your head.
The first night he’d marked you had been in the dressing room of someone famous. It’d make you nervous to be around them not because of who they were - you would have cared less about their money and a false sense of infamy. No, it made your skin crawl to watch these people negotiate deals with Mito as if they were making a setlist. They were too stupid to realize they needed to read the fine print; to know that fine print was open to change whenever Mito saw fit.
You tried to wait like he’d asked, just like now, but the place made your skin crawl. You’d grabbed your bag and had just made it to the door, your hand on the knob twisting and swinging it open when - like Houdini - Mito was just there.
An itching sensation began to grow between your shoulder blades. One where you couldn’t tell if it was a warning, you just being antsy to flee, or an actual damn itch. Whatever it was, maybe you should’ve listened to the first part, but just the memory of being left alone - again - inside another dressing room left your brain pleading with you to flee.
Mito be damned.
You slid off of the couch and your chunky boots made a resonating thud inside the empty room.
Yup. Time to go.
The second your hand wrapped around the doorknob and pulled the door towards you flashbacks of that night replayed through your head at warp speed.
He didn’t seem surprised at your attempted departure. Instead, with an arm draped against the doorframe, Mito seemed like he was actually waiting for you to open it. A flurry of thought erupted in your head on how you could explain what you were doing - what he was seeing. You could easily tell him you’d sensed his presence at the door and were just trying to make it easier for him to enter. You knew, however, when reflecting obsidian eyes glanced down at your bag clutched tightly in your hands the jig was up.
“And where, little lamb, do you think you were going?”
“Mito I wasn’t-“
“And don’t lie to me,” he continued. His words over saturating yours as if he wasn’t finished talking to begin with.
His body immediately encompassed what small space was left between you, him, and your attempted exit. His pitiless eyes were still staring down at you - waiting for a response - while he closed and secured the door behind him.
You already knew the minute you saw him at the door you weren’t going anywhere. Now that he’d locked you in, sent your pulse racing with excitement or fear you weren’t too sure which was which. Lately, the two seemed to blend together.
He was pushing you back farther into the room; your feet backpedaling into a moment of peace before you knew what would happen.
“I was tired of waiting for you to get back. I was going out for a smoke.”
“I told you to wait here,” he growled.
“And I wanted a smoke.”
You wanted to sound unmoved by the fluorescent gleam of rage billowing up in his eyes. At any minute his left could wash over to the bleak white that promised he was minutes from breaking. The facade of playing a mere mortal man bleeding away until all that stood before you was Death.
You were so hyper-focused on him that you weren’t aware he’d backed you against the built-in makeup counter until your lower back came into painful contact with its edge. Just as a sharp gasp huffed from your lips Mito’s hand struck out - fluid and snake-like - to wrap around your throat. Constricting just enough to remind you it was there.
“Little lamb, I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen.”
He did. He’d told you many times. Mito even embellished his warnings like a tiny little nightmare meant to keep children from adventuring out into the woods.
Don’t go out there children. That’s where the wolf resides and he’ll tear you to bits.
You always were a whore for things with sharp teeth.
“You did, but I can’t help it,” your words gasped around his tightening grip. “You know I love to see if you’re a demon of his word.”
You watched intently as his eyes scanned your face. The Smokey trundles of white that began to billow up inside his left eye as his nostrils flared. A part of you felt victorious. A matching smirk was seconds away from sliding the corner of your lips upward until it was cut short.
Mito released his hold from your neck, his body moving back just enough to allow space for him to turn you around to face the mirror. His hips closed the few inches he’d given while he kicked your feet apart.
“You love being punished so much, don’t you, little lamb. Always testing your limits and one of these days you’re going to push too far.” As he spoke, his words curled at the base of your spine brimming with a threat that sent your heart thundering in your chest. “You’re so gluttonous for my punishment, let's see how you handle this.”
The reflection in the mirror showcased your uncertainty. Your brow creases with the weight of unspoken questions as to what Mito could possibly mean. For a split second, ice-cold fear encapsulated your mind that maybe this was it. Maybe your deal was done and he was finished with you.
That thought was ripped from your mind as Mito pushed your skirt up to your hips and a sharp smack of his hand against your ass brought you back to the present. Looking in the mirror, you could see his right eye was brimming with fire while the other had been completely consumed with white.
He pressed up against you to keep you trapped between his body and the counter. Mito’s eyes watching as you watched him begin to remove his jacket and then the colorful shirt that had lived underneath it.
No matter how many times you’d seen him naked, Mito never ceased to catch the air in your lungs. Your body forgot to register to breathe as you drank in the caramel tone of his skin and the museum of art that now slithered against his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed as he tossed his clothes aside, and already you could feel the fabric of your underwear become soaked.
He dragged a hand from the base of your spine and slowly moved it up until his hand laced in your hand. His fingers twinning in its strands and pulling back hard enough to tear a scream from you.
With his free hand, he spanked you hard on the same cheek. The sting dulled out the momentary pain you’d felt.
“Tell me. Let me hear you say what you want.”
“I want you.”
Another hard smack against your ass left your hands scrambling for something to hold you up; anything at all. The only thing you logically seemed to find was the mirror itself.
“You know that’s not what I meant, little lamb. I know you want me. You’re soaking my clothes.”
Licking your lips, you caught his gaze in the mirror and held it. Your chest heaving as you struggled to get out the words you knew would ruin you.
“I want you-I want you to fuck me, Mito. My lord. My master.”
You threw in the last for fun. You knew he loved it when you used pet names for him. One that reminded you both of who - what - he truly was.
“As my slave commands.”
You weren’t about to correct him, because you were. You knew without him you were nothing and when he dropped to his knees in front of your cunt with his tongue pushing between your folds, you knew Mito worshiped you too.
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Bipolar Essay Extra #2
The Video below is a clip from one of Ian's INSTA lives where he talks about his fear of manic episodes taking over, and how it effects or can effect his life.
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Porchcrawler
Pairing: Christian Yu (DPR Ian) x GN!Reader; Genre: Supernatural AU, Angst; Rating: sfw, PG-13, Warnings: a gun, christian being hurt, mentions of blood, one gun shot, mentions of monsters; Wordcount: 550
Summary: Usually everyone should stay in their homes at night, but an unusual guest appears at your house and needs your help.
A/N: Finally a tipsy drabble again!! Also a chance to let my newest obsession take place :D
They came at night, crawling out of the abyss of the shadows to roam freely through the dark. Ever since you were little, you just knew to stay inside the second it got dark.
Yet, you found yourself outside way past midnight, holding a rifle at gunpoint. You stood on your porch, staring into the dark with narrowed eyes.
The fading moonlight, which slowly got blocked by heavy clouds. Still, you could make out the man standing at the gate to your property. He held his side and limped slightly as he grabbed your gate to steady himself.
You noticed the motorbike, which had fallen down to the ground behind him. So that was the loud noise you had heard just a few minutes ago. You grabbed onto the rifle a little more tense when the man suddenly staggered towards your home.
“Stop right there!”
He halted and finally looked up, seeing you standing on the porch with the gun pointed right at him. He shakingly raised one hand, trying to convey that he wasn’t a threat, despite his appearance. “Goodness, you surprised me. I’m so sorry. I mean no harm.”
You squinted your eyes at him. Carefully you took another step forward, appearing in the range of the sensors to trigger the light on your porch. “Why are you here?”
He lowered his hand again, clutching his side once again. “I got hurt and had hoped to find some help here. I didn’t expect someone to live here. I’m so sorry. Goodness, I just, sorry. I’m Christian.”
You lowered your rifle and tilted your head, checking him once over again. “How did you get hurt?”
He slowly staggered closer, appearing in the light of the lamp over your head. Christian wore a tethered leather jacket with a white tee underneath. Though it wasn’t as white as it used to be, spreading blood left a stain on his side. A few tattoos peaked out of it.
“This doesn’t look like a simple motorbike accident.”
Christian smiled lopsidedly. “One of them attacked me as I was on the way to my safe point.” He didn’t have to explain it any further, you knew exactly what he was talking about.
With a nod of your head you beckoned him inside. As you were about to turn around, you saw his expression morph with horror. Your head whipped to face your porch again, seeing one of the crawlers squeeze themselves out of the shadows.
“Watch out!” He rushes forward, ignoring the pain scorching through his body.
The heavily deformed creature pounced forward as well, its slimy appearance glistening in the light on the porch. ‘They got more aggressive’, you thought to yourself while your body moved on autopilot.
Christian tripped and slammed down on the stairs, groaning in pain.
You on the other hand raised your rifle and pulled the trigger. You staggered back from the draw back, quickly refilling the gun and shooting once more. You watched the creature fall to the ground, twitching like an insect before it dissipated into smoke.
“Goodness gracious. Oh boy, you’re a good shot!” Christian pushes himself up again, wincing from another shot of pain running through his body.
You grinned at him as you crouched down and carefully helped him up. “I have my moments.”
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🌓 Nocturnal Prince 🌓
Pairing: Christian Yu x reader (nicknamed Vixen)
Wordcount: N/A
Summary: Sometimes the most powerful of curses can be shattered by the strength of love. Or they turn someone into the cruelest version of themselves. The Prince of Avalon, Christian Yu, stopped believing a long time ago that one day someone would truly love him and break his curse.
He’s a werewolf, roaming the forest close to Ravenswood by night, terrorizing and destroying everything that comes along his path with his pack of fearless werewolf soldiers. Everyone knows to stay out of the woods at night.
Meanwhile, in Ravenswood, Vixen struggles to be accepted as the "new girl" at college. As a fox shifter, that's not so easy, which is why she takes on the daring challenge of entering the forest at night and lasting until dawn.
A night of fear and terror begins and soon Vixen is running for her life from a pack of wolves that hunt her without mercy. Much to Christina's chagrin, the fox shifter survives until dawn and escapes his forest. But not without catching a glimpse of him, which changes everything for both. He can't believe she's made it out alive and begins to feel a stirring within him that he hasn't felt in a long time – hope.
He starts to follow Vixen, watching her from the shadows, and slowly begins to realize that she might be the key to breaking his curse. As he watches her navigate the challenges of being the new girl in town, Christian starts to see that Vixen is not like the other shapeshifters and magical creatures of Ravenswood and breaks one of his most important rules: never seek contact with anyone outside his pack.
Teaser:
"I can smell your fear," Christian growled, already turning away. In the end, they all reacted the same way.
"Fear is a feeling, being afraid is a choice. I choose to not be afraid," Vixen said, making him stop in his tracks.
He turned again, a sinister grin gracing his boyish features. With long strides he stood directly in front of Vixen, making her stumble in surprise against the pine tree behind her. His dark brown eyes roamed over her face, searching for any sign of fear, but all he could discern was pure curiosity. Of course. Goddamn foxes.
"Your curiosity will get you killed eventually," he said.
Vixen leaned forward, inches from his lips, a challenging glint lurking in her eyes. "I could say the same thing to you. Lurking around the outskirts of town as a wolf during the day just to see me is the stupidest thing I've ever observed," she shot back.
That broke Christian's perfectly thought-out mask and he looked at her puzzled, his cheeks turning red within seconds. "That...I...I didn't...," he stammered and leaned back a bit to put distance between them again.
"Say what you will, wolfie, but you're not as smooth with your watching as you thought," Vixen said nonchalantly, giving him a cheeky grin before walking back to the street. Realizing that Christian wasn't following her, still standing speechless and flushed in the same spot, she called over her shoulder, "Are you coming or not?"
Rule number four: never enter Ravenswood. How many more rules would he break for her? Probably all of them. And he wouldn't regret a thing about it.
Author’s note: Well, here we are. I’m feeling inspired for some Christian Yu werewolf fanfic, there’s not a lot of fanfic for him, so let’s change that now 🌚
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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
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Duality Series
I’m like realllly excited about the new direction my blog is going in. I was almost going to leave my blog. But, this is the only space I feel like I can fully write the things I enjoy and not get weird comments.
I love exploring with writing sub!idol stories and connecting with the sub!idol community. Y’all are the best fr.
Anytime i write a story I’m always thinking about how it can be multiple parts. I create a whole universe in my head. I just can’t always commit to writing more than a part or two.
So, I have a new series called Duality going to be writing part 2s to some existing one shots that i loveee but the roles will reverse.
I’m excited to write more sub!reader stories. But, I’m still going to write dom!reader stories too.
So, basically you get both sub!idol in one part and dom!idol in another. So, for my dom!reader ppl who don’t like switch stories you can still get your life in one part and you’ll still be fed.
I also plan to use idols I haven’t written for. There are so many that I want to learn more about or revisit some I haven’t written. Specifically I want to explore more gen 3 idols from Monsta X and GOT7. I know they’re not too popular on tumblr in terms of stories but idc. A lot of them have solo work that I can tap into as creative muses to write stories about.
Anyways thanks to everyone who reads and supports my work.
Check out my first story of the series with Christian Yu.
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And Now My Pointless Thoughts I During Thor: Love and Thunder.
Spoilers. Duh.
Has Christian Bale always had that mole near his eye?
Did they just flip that shot of him because now the moles on the other side
Huh I could of brought mum with me Korg just explained everything you need to know
What do I know that blue guy from? Checks IMDB. STEPHEN CURRY!!
I love when random Aussies show up in this shit.
I missed Jane in Ragnarok. I’ve shipped them form the start.
Hey did Darcey ever bring up what happened in Westview?
Darryl!! hey you know he Produces Bluey!
Well the Gradians went here that long were they. They had to come to Australia for that
Did Jeff Goldblum have to come to Australia just to be cut?
Hey Sif got her Comic book Costume.
So why did Thor have to change in to the blue and gold outfit.
How come we have never heard of Heimdall’s son before?
I like Jane and Val are friends. We Don’t have enough female friends ships in the MCU.
This place looks cool and I cant wait for New Rockstars to tell me who everyone is.
Were do I know the blond next to Zeus from. Checks IMDB. BELLA FOR H20 JUST ADD WATTER!!
I don't know what Russell Crow is doing here but I'm for it.
That's Australia's ass.
I like how may cuts to the Maori goddess there was I see what you did there Taika.
Yay they kissed. But sad because she's sick.
Well the shadow realm looks sick. But is it as sick as Yu-Gi-Oh ‘s shadow realm?
Where did tent come from? they were just out side now there in a tent?
Fuck Christian Bale is killing this shit.
So now the axe stops acting like a bitch.
Don't do ultimatums that doesn't end well.
I am all for the kid fighting these cunts. Especially the girl with the bunny and the one dressed as a fairy.
“IT IS MIGHTY THOR. OR IF THATS TO HARD DOCTOR JANE FOSTER”
This place looks the opposite of the place you go when you get the soul stone.
Fuck Then for killing Jane but wouldn't be surprised if Natalie didn't want to come back for another movie.
So Val still didn't get a girlfriend.
Gee Taika must love a good pun whit the Dwayne the Rock in this and the German Shepperd's joke in Jojo Rabbit.
So Sif cant get a robot arm Like Bucky?
And are we going to find out where she was during Ragnarok?
It is very cute that Chris's daughter is playing Love.
And she still has her Aussie accent.
Thor you were just holding the box you count get Pancakes right?
Well the name is very literal isn't it.
Hey its the guy from Ted Lasso.
Okay this might be a long shot but. Isn't it in Norse Mythology that they don't believe Valhalla is forever? Don't they believe Ragnarok will come and they will be reincarnated? and hasn't that happened in the comic books?
So is there a possibility that Jane and Heimdall and the other gods could be back?
Also if they have to die in battle to get to Valhalla dose that mean Odins not there?
And lastly WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DICKHEADS ON ABOUT THAT MOVIE IS GOOD!! SOMETIMES THINGS CAN JUST BE FUN!!
Now to get to fanficton to get back on my Jane and Thor shit.
#thor love and thunder#Thor#Mighty Thor#jane foster#marvel#thor/jane#thane#MCU#avangers#taika waititi#chris hemsworth#natalie portman#Christian Bale#movie
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Black Wedding
I'm so sick with some bullshit virus and trying to gauge whether I will feel better tomorrow so that I can get back to work, but. Ugh.
In the meantime, I will try to get back to the Black Wedding. It's been months, I think, since I put a pause on all drama-watching. Unfortunately, my concentration has been shot to hell. I've been finding it so hard to focus, even on the things I like, but I am going to try tonight.
This show doesn't deserve this. I'm only two episodes in, but it has been fantastic so far. So dark and atmospheric, they are doing a brilliant job with the characters and it is easily the best I've seen so far from any ex-Yu production (or at least the most tailored to my taste).
The goal is one full episode tonight! Let's see how far I make it.
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This show is stupid gorgeous. So beautifully filmed.
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LMAO, of course 🤣🤣
So typical of a Balkan mother. When doctors don't help, turn to mystics and wayward priests. Even though my family is Christian, they fully believe that a Muslim imam has the power to lift black magic. Even had one of my aunt's in-laws ask my mother to get her in touch with one, but mom sent her to one of our own scammers instead. Fun times.
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LMAO, the communism didn't stick even when everyone was supposedly communist 🤣🤣 People may have been willing to renounce religion, but they were never willing to renounce superstition.
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This went well 😅
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Aww, they are friends.
But you just know that she is fucking that jerk cop. There is zero chance a Balkan show is going to pass up on the opportunity to illustrate how the rabid feminist is nevertheless gagging for that bad boy misogynistic dick 🙄
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LMAO, I love her, she is such a queen (albeit with potentially terrible taste in men) 🤣🤣
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Well, shit.
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SHIT, SHIT, SHIT AND EVEN MORE SHIT.
HE'S UP AND AWAKE AND TALKING. YES, DOCTOR, WHAT DID YOU DO??
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LMAO, so foul.
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Anyway, yeah. A full episode in one sitting didn't happen. Continuing with the second half two days later 😢
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WHAT HAS BEGUN
Anyway, I love this priest and I love Orthodox churches in general. They have good energy, even when the priests are criminals.
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Oh? He's been excommunicated?
I knew I liked him.
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Who?
Super creepy. Hoping for a witch.
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She's so happy, this does not bode well.
That deranged pregnant girl has something to do with all this.
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Yeah, this is bad. Very, very bad.
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NOOOO, DON'T FOLLOW THE WITCH INTO THE MURKY DEEP WATER
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IDK, she doesn't look particularly pregnant to me.
Anyway, yeah. He's going to die. Let's hope that's the worst that's going to happen to him.
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Apparently not 🙄 I was so sure she was going to drown him.
Anyway, what is even the point of a devil-worshipping ritual if you don't get to sacrifice the mediocre dude who abandoned you to marry some city girl in the process. Disappointed.
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Rated: M (18+)
Genre: smut, fluff, one shot
Synopsis: You book a hotel suite for you and your husband for valentine's day.
Warnings: none for now
Words: 1,322
Author’s note: I wanted to write something for valentine's day and here it is!
It was valentine’s day and you had booked a luxury suite complete with a spa tub and private terrace. You couldn’t wait for your husband to come from work and see how nicely you had decorated the bedroom. Rose petals scattered on the bed and floor with red shiny heart balloons filling the room. Your husband was taking longer than usual so you took a shower and got ready in a red lacy corset and thong set. You had curled your hair and your makeup was sultry to match your sexy look.
You put on a silk robe over your frame. You laid on the bed with your phone in hand. You were on the bed texting your husband Christian.
You: hey babe I can’t wait to see you soon 😘💋
You removed the robe trying to find a seductive pose for when your husband entered the room. An hour had passed by and you got sleepy waiting for him laying your head on the pillow and you fell asleep quickly.
Christian entered the suite using the extra hotel key card you gave him the night before, as he made his way to the bedroom he saw you on the king sized bed soundly asleep. Christina placed the huge bouquet of red roses on the desk along with a huge brown teddy bear and expensive chocolates he had bought you for Valentine’s Day. You looked so beautiful and peaceful he didn’t want to wake you so he smiled at you and headed to the shower. He had a long day at work so he decided to freshen up and let you sleep for a bit.
Christian took his time showering and lotioned up he put on the black silk boxers with red heart patterns you had packed in his overnight bag. Christian made his way back to the bedroom and you were still asleep and he noticed your right breast was exposed and it had popped out of the corset as you were sleeping.
You looked so beautiful and soft, his amazing wife and he saw all the hard work you put in to make this a special night, his heart fluttered and cock hardened at the sight of you. He couldn't help but climb on the bed over to you. You were irresistible and his hand made its way slowly to your exposed breast cupping it lightly.
“My darling, I'm here.” You stirred in your sleep but you didn’t open your eyes. Maybe you were just dreaming you thought to yourself.
“ Baby girl, please wake up.” He massaged your soft fleshy mound. With your eyes still shut he knew there was something he could do to wake you up. Cristian’s mouth latched on to your nipple as he sucked lightly on it he could feel your nipple hardened against his warm mouth.
“Babe?” Your eyes shot open he sure knew how to wake you up. Your hands Quickly found their way to his head as you massaged it. “It took you long enough to get here.” You closed your eyes letting out a moan as he suckled harder.
Christian was very skilled with his lips and even more so with his tongue he knew how to make you feel really good and that’s exactly what he was doing tonight. You watched as his teeth lightly gritted against your nipple causing a hot sensation between your legs. You wanted your husband very badly and you wanted him right now. You couldn’t wait any longer; you needed him inside you.
Christian could sense the urgency in the way your body reacted to him. Today was the day for all the lovers and he was going to show you exactly how much he loves and appreciates you. Your body is a temple and you are his goddess he would worship you all night long.
You laid on your back with your feet together and your knees spread. Christian was on top of you facing you when he entered inside of you, he started out very slowly letting you adjust to his size. He had a long thick cock and and he wasn’t the type to just ram it in you and be rough, at least not until he made love to you first.
You leaned back and were completely relaxed. The relaxation actually helped increase the pleasure. Your hips were open leaving lots of area for the skin to skin contact. You always craved your husband’s body, his touch, his kisses, his closeness and you could ever get enough of him. You close your eyes indulging in the way your husband made you feel. Your husband picked up the pace, your body heating up at the pleasure he provided he was deep inside you now your moans bouncing off the walls they were loud you were needy for him.
“ Keep going babe please don’t stop. ”
“I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, my sweet angel.” Christian drilled deeper in you, your juices flowing down from the way he was hitting your g spot.
“Just like that Christian fuck I’m going to cum.”
Your eyes rolled back and that’s when your orgasm hit you it was like you were sand and he was the wave washing you ashore.
“Oh shit that was so fucking good.” You pulled your husband in for a long sloppy kiss you could feel his semen fill your pulsating walls which made him cum more.
“Darling are you trying to milk me dry? Save some for later.” He teased you.
“Since it’s Valentine’s Day I want to try something adventurous something different”
“Hmmm something like what my little angel?”
“ I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Cristian sat crossed legged while you climbed on top of his lap facing him, his legs wrapped around your back. You grinded up against his pelvis and he let out a groan. While you move up and down on his cock he kisses your face, neck and your head gently. You felt his tongue against your nipple once more as he licked them both and his hands roamed all over your body on your chest, on your arms and then your ass he grabbed your ass as he moaned into your ear you started to pick up the pace.
Christian gently grabbed your neck as he started deep in your eyes. He wanted to see your face when you came right along with him and you both were nearing your high and he knew it.
“fuck that’s my pretty wife, I’m so fucking proud of you darling. You know that right?” He whispered as you continued to bounce on his cock your breasts moving with each thrust. Christian pressed his forehead against yours and your pussy fluttered at the intimacy.
“The prettiest angel with the most perfect pussy and you’re all stretched around me. God I fucking own you don’t I? Tell me you’re mine now.”
“Yes babe, you own me I’m all yours yes fuckkkk.”
The both of you climaxed together “I love you” you say to your husband he kissed the crown of your head and lays next to you on the bed. You are both now cuddling the sex after glow shining brightly between the both of you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, the love of my life.”
“Happy V-day my smart, sexy and beautiful wife. Did you see what I get you?”
“No I didn’t babe what was it?”
He pointed at the desk and there you saw the gifts you smiled brightly kissing all over your face.
“Thanks so much. I really love everything.” He heard the excitement in your voice and thought he did a great job.
The both of you tongue kissed very passionately and so deeply making out with each other for a few minutes and then you laid your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.
#christian yu one shot#christian yu x reader#christian yu smut#dpr ian one shot#dpr ian smut#dpr ian x reader#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#valentines day
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On this day in Wikipedia: Saturday, 21st October
Welcome, Bienvenue, Willkommen, Bienvenida 🤗
What does @Wikipedia say about 21st October through the years 🏛️📜🗓️?
21st October 2021 🗓️ : Event - Rust shooting incident
A shooting occurs on the set of the film Rust, in which actor Alec Baldwin discharged a prop weapon which had been loaded, killing the director of photography, Halyna Hutchins, and injuring director Joel Souza.
"On October 21, 2021, at the Bonanza Creek Ranch in Bonanza City, New Mexico, cinematographer Halyna Hutchins was fatally shot and director Joel Souza was injured on the set of the film Rust when a live round was discharged from a revolver used as a prop by actor Alec Baldwin. The incident was..."
21st October 2015 🗓️ : Death - Marty Ingels
Marty Ingels, American actor (b. 1936)
"Martin Ingerman (March 9, 1936 – October 21, 2015), known professionally as Marty Ingels, was an American actor, comedian, comedy sketch writer and theatrical agent, who is best known as the co-star of the 1960s television series I'm Dickens, He's Fenster...."
Image by ABC Television
21st October 2013 🗓️ : Death - Óscar Yanes
Oscar Yanes, Venezuelan journalist and author (b. 1927)
"Óscar Armando Yanes González (25 April 1927–21 October 2013) was a Venezuelan journalist and bestselling author, considered a pioneer in Venezuelan broadcast journalism. He was awarded three times with the National Prize for Journalism...."
Image licensed under CC BY 2.5? by Guillermo Ramos Flamerich
21st October 1973 🗓️ : Event - Fred Dryer
Fred Dryer of the Los Angeles Rams becomes the first player in NFL history to score two safeties in the same game.
"John Frederick Dryer (born July 6, 1946) is an American actor, radio host, and former professional football player. He was a defensive end in the National Football League (NFL) for 13 years, participating in 176 games starting in 1969 until his retirement in 1981. He recorded 103 career sacks with..."
Image by Howdythere at English Wikipedia
21st October 1923 🗓️ : Birth - Samuel Khachikian
Samuel Khachikian, Iranian director, screenwriter, and author (d. 2001)
"Samuel Khachikian (Armenian: Սամուէլ Խաչիկեան Armenian pronunciation: [sɑm'vɛl χɑtʃʰik'jɑn]; Persian: ساموئل خاچیکیان; October 21, 1923 – October 22, 2001) was an Iranian film director, screenwriter, author, and film editor of Armenian descent. He was one of the most influential figures of Iranian..."
Image by Unknown. Published in 1964.
21st October 1821 🗓️ : Birth - Sims Reeves
Sims Reeves, English tenor and actor (d. 1900)
"John Sims Reeves (21 October 1821 – 25 October 1900) was an English operatic, oratorio and ballad tenor vocalist during the mid-Victorian era. Reeves began his singing career in 1838 but continued his vocal studies until 1847. He soon established himself on the opera and concert stage and became..."
Image by Photo by Barraud, Scan by Steven J Plunkett from private copy of book
21st October 🗓️ : Holiday - Christian feast day: Peter Yu Tae-chol
"Peter Yu Tae-chol (유대철 베드로) (c. 1826 – October 31, 1839) was one of the 103 canonised Korean Martyrs martyred during the Gihae persecution of 1839, and a son of a government interpreter named Augustine Nyou Tjin-kil, also a martyr. His feast day is October 21, and he is also venerated along with the..."
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Since I finally finished making my powerpoint I decided it was time to share it -- and my way of doing that (of course) is by analyzing my hyperfixation for the last four-ish months
DPR IAN.
Some things to know:
DPR Ian was born Christian Yu on September 6th, 1990. (So rn he's 32.)
He was born and raised in Australia
He has Bipolar Type 1
My Experience With Bipolar Disorder
I think that since I am trying to spread awareness about Bipolar and what it’s like — I believe that I should share my own experience. (Hence my eventual inclusion of personal journal entries.)
What’s hard about Bipolar Disorder or BD / BP -- is that there isn’t a lot of awareness about it. I honestly thought my wacky-a$$ behavior was normal, up until I saw an accurately-represented person going through a Bipolar episode — with the aftermath — in a tv show. Which equated to:
“ö!!” response.
Starting with facts
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Now, on towards Ian's music.
I’ll only lightly touch on this for now because I know I’ll be going more thoroughly in-depth later about these metaphors/motifs; but some of the big things recurrent in DPR Ian’s music videos, song lyrics — etc., are that of Oceans/Lakes (drowning); Moon cycles and Werewolves; Storms. Other things that frequently pop up: Eyes, colors — aka their distinct and purposeful use of displaying something, isolation, religion, medication, fire/burning, guns / shooting, and finally — Suicidal Ideation.
(Yes, that last one is especially important for the topic we’ll be discussing.)
These metaphors — motifs — images / lyricism — are representative of BP. I think the best of all of them involve the moon and werewolves. But oceans / lakes and storms are also just as good. This is because these things are:
Natural — out of control of human hands
Cyclical — for oceans / lakes it’s the tides; storms — obviously by seasons.
Can leave a decent amount of destruction, no matter how beautiful it is.
[Moving on....]
N E R V E S
above are screenshots from Ian's song "Nerves" -- these shots in particular showcased religious imagery, which I found fascinating, based on how deeply entwined religious themes are in his videos / songs.
Ian often likens himself in the position of the devil, the one banished from heaven. There's a dichotomy in his songs, music, imagery, (etc) ; where he's an "angel" and cherished by the creator, and then (when a mood episode comes on) there's this bitterness of abandonment....though I'll expand on that later.
TLDR; Ian is always questioning "WHY" he must live in a looped cycle of intense a$$ emotional highs and lows- of having that burden of being bipolar.
This is why "And you left" -> the shot cuts away from the cross on the road.
Ian is showing (literally, through imagery / his creative vision <3), that he is at a "crossroads" 🤪.
"I still can't believe I left you alone"
Here, the cross is blurred out. So although Ian is saying this about himself, he's also mirroring it to God. "I still can't believe you left me alone."
This is why the cross is blurred. Because his God's image or visage isn't "visible" or fully "clear" to him.
"It tore me down to pieces"
Here, Ian looks (visually) like he's kneeling / praying. This accompanied with the lyrics, "It tore me down to pieces" is another way he subtly shows how when God has blurred himself away, when Ian feels most abandoned in his darkness -- that which was hard, only hurts ten times more.
"Don't worry about me, cause I'm doing fine"
Interestingly, the cross is red, which represents love, but can also represent anger.
Here Ian says he's doing "fine" and now we see a cross that isn't blurred out, it's fully visible and outlined in red. Ian's not alone anymore, hence why you don't need to worry about him.
(I'll expand on the list above more as we go on)
Dude, Ian's interview quote fvcking SLAPS.
Especially because he perfectly described what **I** felt / what it feels like when you enter into a major depressive episode. Often there would be days where that was all I could feel --nothing. Blank. Empty.
Last slide of part (1) .
So I'll go ahead and link the MV here:
youtube
I know I have used a screen recording clip of "Nerves" within these past four months when I was rapid-cycling through manic and depressive episodes like a clown juggling barrels of oil lit on fire.
So YEAH. I think it perfectly (visually) portrays what it feels and looks like when you're going through these episodes.
[Next]
Journal Entries: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
PPT Essay Extras: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5)
PPT Essay: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7] , [8], [9]
Visual Clips (Depressive Episodes): (1), (2)
#aight y'all so here is part 1#I have idk like a little less than 8 parts#the next song I'll be analyzing is 'so beautiful' <33#dpr we gang gang#dpr ian#christian yu#dream perfect regime#fvcking moodswings ⚡️✌️#a scoup of life 🔫🦆#music 🎶 at scoups#coops analysis hours#bipolaire#bipolar#manic depression#actually bipolar#the 'actually bipolar' tag always makes me want to laugh in a cringe way LOOL#idk why#mental health#neurodiversity#neurodivergencies#tw: flashing lights#tw: mental illness#tw: mental health
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Hi! I saw that you're still reblogging posts so hopefully you see my ask :) I wanted to ask if fial is finished because the last part posted on your masterlist is pt 2
Hello my dear! I hope you are doing well!
FIALT is still being updated. I went to work on it the other day and ended up scrapping almost the entire 3k words I'd written because *garbage*. So, I started working on it over from scratch.
I'm also currently working on a short Christian Yu/Jungkook series titled, "Nerves," "So Good," which is another Christian one-shot, Obsession is getting another chapter because I randomly started writing another one for that series, Commitment part 2 is almost finished, and I started reworking FIALT.
Please bare with me. My ADHD has me thinking I am superwoman.
#swga-ficrecs#answered#thank you for asking about my little series!!#I am so sorry that its taken me forever to update anything
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Why are you so clingy? (x Christian Yu)
Christian Yu
Word count: 900 words
Scenario: From anonymous: “Hi, can you write a one shot with Christian Yu where he likes to hug and kiss the reader a lot and she playfully calls him clingy and they end up play fighting and laughing?”
Genre: One shot, Fluff, Soft, Female specific
Little note: Head empty just Boyfriend!Christian.
It was a late morning, brunch kind of day. You’d just managed to unglue yourself from Christian and rolled out bed with the purpose of making something to eat. To be honest, if it weren’t for you, you two would never have gotten out of bed that day.
Christian had been busy with a new project the whole crew was working on and it was his first day off after a while. It was also your day off so what better thing to do than to lay in bed, tangled in a mess of sheets and his warm body?
As you were looking around for things to prepare for a meal, you heard him step up to you barefoot, his arms soon coiling around your waist from behind. A little crouched over, he buried his head in the crook of your neck, attacking your shoulder and neck with feather-like kisses all over. You broke into a mess of giggles, reaching for the counter for support.
“Christian oh my god!” you giggled out. “Why are you so clingy?” you jokingly tossed out, attacking his arm with little knocks of your knuckles.
“I haven’t… seen… my girl… properly in a while…” he spoke in between kisses, from the curve of your shoulder up to your neck. “…And now I’m being called clingy?” he finished right next to your ear, pressing a longer and tender kiss to the side of your head.
You smiled openly at his tenderness and wrapped your arms around yourself over his own arms.
“That’s because you are clingy,” you pushed, jokingly, of course, but rather enjoying yourself.
“Oh, is that so?” he responded and you nodded with an affirmative hum. “Is that so?” he repeated, this time through his teeth, in a challenging tone.
You weren’t ready for it when he suddenly attacked your torso with silly tickling fingers, causing you to squeal and squirm. You turned into a giggling mess, begging for mercy, knees buckling under you so you were completely delivered to his arms and naughty hands.
“No no, please!” you begged in between giggles, trying to take a hold of his hands.
He handled you just fine, strong arms supporting your weight as you squirmed due to the tickle attack, the most mischievous smile adorning his features.
“That’s what you get for calling me clingy!” He laughed, so amused he felt like he was in heaven and the sound of your laugh was as if angels were singing in his ears.
Somehow, you managed to take hold of his wrists and get yourself free of his hold, taking off running into the living room. Lori, who caught a glimpse of you running, came running after you, thinking it was playtime. She hopped excitedly up to your knees and crouched down on the floor in front of you once you’d turned around in the direction from which Christian ran into the living room.
“Get him, Lori! Get him!” you told her, out of breath, pointing towards Christian.
Lori hesitated, unsure of who to pounce on for a moment, but eventually, she took off running towards Christian.
“Oh no, even my own child turned against me!” he bawled dramatically, dropping onto the floor when she pounced on him.
You laughed as you watched her hop around him excitedly, licking his face and nipping at his hands any chance she got.
“Easy girl, he’s down,” you told her as you made your way over to the two.
You dropped down onto the floor and right on top of him, laying between his legs and over his stomach and chest, earning a groan from him. Lori took the chance to hop onto your back, earning a squeak from you which she didn’t mind at all, as she plopped down on you.
“Ah! I knew you wouldn’t turn on me! Get her, Lori!” Christian cheered on, laughing.
Lori stuck her little nose in your hair at the back of your neck, wiggling it around as she sniffed, making you squirm around a bit, cringing at the ticklish feeling.
“Lori, no!” you squealed, giggling.
Lori quickly got annoyed because you wouldn’t stay still and hopped off you, walking away in protest. You and Christian watched her trot away, both of you laughing, while still trying to catch your breath.
Eventually, you looked back down at Christian who also looked up at you, offering him a smile as you slipped your arms around his neck.
“Who’s clingy now?” he teased as he wrapped his own arms around you.
You lifted an eyebrow and looked up, pursing your lips as if you were truly considering an answer, adding a little pensive hum to the act as well.
“Both of us?” you offered, with an open smile followed by a little snicker.
“That’s fair.” He chuckled, nodding.
While silence settled, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose which wasn’t enough for him at all. Suddenly, he pressed your body against his and lifted his upper body off the floor, rolling over. You found yourself laying on the floor under him, one of his arms still under you, one of his knees in between yours, and his upper body hovering above yours. His lips curved into a small smirk which you automatically followed with your own, tilting your chin upwards when he leaned down and locked his lips with yours.
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ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ ʏᴜ: ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
Hello there my friends... I know it’s been too long since I posted something trashy for y’all to read... well, I terribly sorry about it. Some boy-issue happened and now I’m in the middle of being in a relationship and single at the same time. Well enough about me... here’s my Christian Yu one-shot. I hope y’all find it somewhat interesting.
TBH, I plan to write for Loco, but it’s hard to resist my mind when it keeps on thinking and typing Christian. And about the title, I titled it based on the song playing right after I finished it, and good enough it somehow applies to the story.
Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง
Type: One Shot
Word Count: Long(?) - too lazy to paste it on MSWord.
INSPIRED by Siren’s Lament <3
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It's been what?
Four years he's constantly coming to my shop to buy flowers for his girlfriend. How do I know it was for his girlfriend, well who wouldn't? It's Christmas Eve after all. And here in Korea, Christmas is somewhat spent together with their significant other, unlike some places that they'll surely be home at there own household to spend the holidays with their family.
I remember the first time he came to this flower shop of mine -- actually, he had no choice, for the flower shop he intended to purchase were closed. Again, I know because he parked his car on the other side of the road where another flower shop was. He looked around and as he turns around, he landed at my shop.
I also remember how I laughed at him when he tried to push the door that has a huge sign that says PULL.
He looked flustered with embarrassment as he bowed down and said sorry for almost breaking my door.
"Hi, can I have your best flower for today?" he said.
So, I did my best to help him pick the best among the rest - for today.
Also, I remembered that I include an extra red rose that day. It's really something I do on my first-time customer, that made most of them come back. Others even became patrons of the shop.
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I personally arranged all the beautiful flowers first thing in the morning because he will be picking it up at eight o'clock.
And for the past four years, I have been waiting for a sign.
You see, even for that short time of that special day, I found myself having a feeling for him. First of all, there's this attraction towards him that I can't seem to escape. And everytime the door chime meaning someone came in, my eyes always landed on his smiling face. And his whole aura is so fresh that it's enough to brighten all of my flowers. And the fact that he smells good and dresses well is really my weakness.
And every single time our eyes met, there's this feeling inside me that at first I never believed existed -- butterflies in my stomach chills all over my body, my heartbeat starts pumping so hard and my knees turn to a gelatin and my feet seems rooted on where I stand. And right after he leaves the shop, I know why.
And so I waited for a sign. Any sign from God or whoever. For I wanted to know if having this one-sided feeling towards a man who looks every woman would want and the fact that he has a girlfriend are something I should continue having. I know wishing for him to be mine is like wishing to find a needle under a pool of people. But damn, I'm still a hoping mess.
I know his name -- Christian Yu. Of course, I know because I needed it to put on the receipt. I know that he's 28 years old. He's working at his own startup company and has a girlfriend.
He said that they've been together for almost a year now and he could clearly see her walking down the aisle as if he's picturing a vision and not merely imagining.
The second time he came, he couldn't remember my name. So I reminded him that my name is Sam. He, in reply, called me Sam Soon as a joke. And since then, he will call me Samsoon every time he got a chance.
One, when he joked about my name.
Second, is when the third time he came. He greeted me as SamSoon. He even joked that I might start adding on my pricing because he's been calling me that instead of my real name.
Third, is when he said before he left the shop.
"See ya later, SamSoon."
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That's the last thing I remembered that he said, for what he meant by later was almost a year after. And in a few more days, it would be Christmas all over again. But this time, I decided that I will make our encounter over the counter memorable.
I don't want him to remember me as this girl at the flower shop who's named SamSoon so he could remember, and the girl who stared googly-eyed him whenever he gets the flowers he ordered for his girlfriend.
I want him to remember me as someone that has the courage to say what she has to even if it's about her having feelings for him.
He might not come back. I might not see him again. But I want to give a shot. It is better to know than not knowing at all. It's better to be hurt now than feeling hurt every time I think of him and every year I see him - buys the flower to you, for someone else.
I prepared the clothes I'll wear on that day. It's red -- as usual... but I decided to dress up a bit. I'll wear this red knitted dress that I'll be pairing with at black heels and a touch of light makeup.
I don't care if I'll be rejected or whatever. If I never see him after that, then I guess I'll just teach this foolish heart of mine the art of letting go.
Two days before Christmas, I stayed up late at the show together with some of my staff. They helped me to arrange the flowers and keep it from the freezing weather. But after a couple of hours, I let them go before it starts raining snow again.
As I looked at the time, it's almost midnight and my eyes started to get droopy. I guess that explains why. So I stand up and decided to close the shop then I'll just continue finishing this later.
This manual labor and the mental stress about Christian is taking its toll. I sighed rather long at that moment.
"Hey there, SamSoon."
Even tho I won't look at my side to know who was that, I know that it was him. Who else dares to call me SamSoon at my own shop? Honestly, that show 'My Name is Kim SamSoon' aired a decade and so today, but he still decides to call me that. I can't help but smile before turning around.
"Hey! What brings you here?"
I saw how he smile and gave me a coffee he's holding, which I'm guessing is from the other coffee shop not far away from here, where I always buy my coffee. Even tho there's a huge Starbucks branch near the shop.
"Coffee?" he inquired.
"Thanks," as I took it from his. I take a sip, thinking how thoughtful he is for bringing me a cup. And good enough, the tiredness I am feeling a while back, somehow drown away just one sip and smelling the aroma of the coffee. So I sip for more.
"Slow down, have you not thought that there might be poised? You're drinking it in one shot."
Now that I think of it, I paused and almost puke after realizing what he meant. But I didn't think he could do that. But I guess when you accept the fact you like someone, you couldn't think ill of them. Even if it sometimes, if they did something wrong, you always forgive and forget.
He then laughed at my facial expression while thinking all that.
"I'm just kidding, Sam."
Then I smiled at him. Finally, he was able to call me by my name.
"Yaah!" I say as I point my index finger at him. "So anyway, what are you doing here? And at this time as well. Are you here to pick up the flower? Oh my, I'm still not done arranging it."
"I know, don't worry." he looked around and walks towards the sofa set good for four that I recently installed there for customers who would like to stay longer just to rest. "I'm actually here to change that."
"Change it?" as we both seat and now facing each other.
He nodded.
"I want a bigger bouquet. Something bigger like this," he said while his hands and arms motioned the size.
And it was like an extra large round pizza. I can't help but be puzzled. Why? Not to mention it was really a last minute change. To think that I had already arranged the flowers for his order and now I need to change and start all over. At a season like this, of course, the flowers I used on arranging are pre-ordered, and what I have on the shop that was ready to buy are not that well for my arrangements.
And I am sure enough that he wouldn't want that to be used for his girlfriend.
"Well, the thing is that I'm not so sure if there would be any available flowers for that big," I told him the truth, there's no use on hiding it.
His gave you that apologetic smile and eyes that are enough to say yes on whatever he might ask.
"Can't you really make it work? I just really, as in really need it."
I sighed.
"Why all of a sudden? You always liked the bouquet I do."
"The thing is," He smiled to himself. "I'm going to propose to her tomorrow."
By hearing that, my ear went red. My whole body stopped functioning for a couple of seconds. Then he gave me that smile of his before I would probably turn the same smile with pleasure. But now, I smiled as I needed to. Even I'm dying inside. I just hope that I don't creep him on my smile.
I drank the hot coffee. So this is where it ends? So much for my courage to confess later. I guess I just spoil myself, taking granted on the past years that I should try to confess.
Now? No way I would dare to say it now after that. I don't want to give him reason to have a pitty feeling towards me. I guess this is for the best. It means that he's not the one for me.
I guess I should start that art of letting go thing. For this is the end. For sure, he will be returning to this shop more frequently -- on their anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's day or just when he feels he wants to be sweet to his wife.
Just thinking about it feels so troublesome -- yeah, envious is a bitch. But no worries... I'm sure I'll find someone else to love.
"I'll try," I finally said to him.
"Thank you so much! I know I can really count on you." He stands and went on the back of the sofa I seated and hugged me from the back.
I try my best to prevent myself from sniffing. I hold strong on the tears that start to fill the corner of my eyes.
For four years, I've been thinking about this man. And every Christmas, I feast myself on looking at him even for a short time. And soon after, I waited for the next time I have the change to see him again. Hoping that it would be sooner than the next Christmas. Because I couldn't tell if he might find a different flower shop that he likes and he'll never come back.
I know, having a feeling for someone who's already in a relationship -- a serious one too. Is really hard and don't to mention how painful it is.
'Your girlfriend is one hell of a lucky woman.' I can't but think when he finally releases me from his hug and decided to seat in front.
"Are you done? Should I help you with anything?" he asked.
"No need. I should start by doing the new arrangements for that bouquet of yours." I smiled -- barely. 'I'll be starting to move on with my feelings for you while I'm at it.'
"Are you sure you'll be okay here?"
"Yeah," I said. "As if it's my first time having someone requesting last minute changes. So go home, and you can pick it up at the same time. Take it easy on driving."
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After almost four hours of painstakingly putting a beautiful arrangement for the bouquet, I forgot how I manage to get to sleep in my own bed. I woke up with the sound of knocking from outside.
It was one of my staff. It's been a while now that they tried knocking for me to open up for them. I fixed myself. As they arrange the flowers I finished for pickup.
"Sam, the huge bouquet in your table, for who is it? There's no name and it wasn't on the list." Ria asked while I'm changing my clothes.
"Oh, it's for Mr. Yu. He asked to have some changes." there's nothing wrong if I don't mention he came personally to change it.
At 8 am sharp, Christian arrived. All dressed up for the big occasion. Suit and tie. If I were his girlfriend, I would ask myself every time how could I not say 'yes' to this guy, even if he's not asking -- for sure I might be the one asking him the question.
"Good morning," he greeted as his smile plastered on his face.
"Morning. Look at you, you surely know how to dress from the battle ey?" I said to him. I was a bit embarrassed about my outfit.
I took a quickie shower and failed to brush my hair. I know I'm not a pretty sight to look at right now but what can I do? I can't feel that Christmas spirit anymore.
"Well..." he looked around and landed to the only huge bouquet lined up in the near table." Is that it?" as he pointed it out.
I nodded as we both walked towards the table and finally handed it to him.
"Here."
"Wow, stunning as always." He studied it, he hugged it on one arm. "So how much?" as he tried to take out his wallet from his pocket.
I shooked my head.
"It's free."
I saw how his eyes almost popped out and his lips formed a huge O shape.
"Wait, what?" he asked and you nodded. "Are you sure? You must've worked for hours for this!"
"Yea, that I'm not gonna deny. But good luck with your proposal. I hope she says yes and all went well."
Christian said thanks once again and walked out of the shop... and out of my like.
As I slumped back to the sofa I heard the chimes at door.
"Oh? Have you forgot something?" I asked. He nodded and walked closer. And then he handed me the flowers. "Why? Is there a problem with the flowers?" as I inspected the bouquet.
"You still don't remember me, do you?"
I looked up at him. He looked so serious. What did he mean remember him? Why? When did I ever forget about him? I don't get it. How can I forget the only man I think of all these freakin' years?
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
"Don't you remember?"
"What am I supposed to remember?" my brows are all curled trying to understand what he was trying to impose. I stood up, but when I realize his too close, I stepped back.
He sighed. Then he leaned closer that there's only an inch between our faces. So I tried to step back again.
"Can't you remember this face?" he pointed his face. "Are sure you can't remember?"
"What are you saying, you're my customer, of course I know." I laughed, to ease the tense atmosphere that starting to build up between us and his seriousness. "What is it that I should remember besides that fact?"
"Sam, don't you even have the slightest memory of me... Christian Yu, your boyfriend for seven years?"
My jaw drop. Boyfriend? Him? My boyfriend? For what? For seven years?!
That's impossible, right? It's only four years since I knew him.
"I guess you still haven't fully recovered." he sounded rather sad. "But let me enlighten you..."
And then he went on in saying that we were together for a couple of years when the accident happened. On the night of December 24, he invited me to go with him to Sydney to meet his parents. On our way to the airport, there's this drunk driver who carelessly bumps the taxi we're in.
We were both in a coma but he woke up after four months. I was sleeping for a year. When I finally woke up, I couldn't remember him.
Though I remember everything, except him. There was this blurry image of a man in my dreams that appears once in a while. I mentioned it to my parents and instead, we should go to the doctor for a consultation but I didn't pay attention to it, thinking that it was just some flash memory that the doctor mention before.
And then I met Christian... and I ignored it completely.
Christian also explained to me that for the past four years, he had been looking out for me. And on every Christmas Eve, he would come up to the shop to buy flowers for his girlfriend like he used to --who turned out to be his ex.
Christian mentioned that we met here at my own shop. He has a girlfriend back then and he bought a flower for Christmas Eve for that's the only month his girlfriend went back to Seoul for a vacation from working overseas. And on several occasions throughout the year, he visits my shop for flowers.
When their relationship got bumpy along the way, Christian said that I was the one he talked to about it. He said that little by little, he saw me in a different light. He was gradually falling for me and losing his love for his girlfriend.
And like the natural course of nature, whatever's been nurtured grows and whatever's been neglected dies.
On the Christmas eve, he went to see me and mentioned that it's almost six months since he broke up with her. And now he's ready to be with me.
And the whole year we dated and on the next Christmas Eve, we both made it official.
And on the day before Christmas, that oh so fateful day, that we decided to travel to see his parents and right there he plans to propose. But that went all the drain when the accident happened, and I lost my memories of him.
When he was done explaining, I was still in shock that I couldn't even blink. This guy, whom I was liking from afar, turns out to be mine all along. And I don't know what or how but it felt that I fall for him even more -- if that's possible.
After knowing that he did not give up on me. Waiting for someone who might just die and leave you is hard. And he even has to live knowing that the woman he loves' doesn't remember him.
I still don't remember him until now and it kind of pissed me... especially now that he's crying in front of me.
"I'm willing to wait for you to remember me. Even if it takes a lifetime before you do, I'll wait for you. I know you don't know me and I know you might not feel the same but I believe that I am for you and you are for me alone. And if fate would be so kind, it would let you remember that love you had for me, a long time ago.
I'm not asking you to love me back because I can't force you to do that but please... please let me continue on loving you even for afar until I can't feel it anymore. It hurts, Sam. I'm still hurting but I'm willing to stay by your side as your whatever. I'd be happy knowing that you let me stay with you... even as just a bystander in your life."
Without knowing, I too started crying. Even my staff that being a witness started whipping their eyes.
I may not remember him... but I hell can feel every word that he's saying. He must have loved me so much... And I'm glad to know that even tho I don't remember him and us, fate really made me remember my feelings for him.
I touched his cheek and wiped his tears away.
"I don't remember you... and I hate that I don't remember you. I want to stop the hurt you're feeling but I can't remember how to make you smile when you're feeling sad. I can't even remember the right words to say or things to do to make you happy... It's killing me not knowing, Christian."
And hearing that from me, he cried even more.
I wipe my own tears and hugged him to at least ease the hurt.
"I don't remember anything from the past..." I said as I brushed his back while he buried his face on the side of my neck. "I don't remember us... but I'm willing to make new memories with you. Because guess what?"
I tried to make him face me. And when I did, I smiled. He stopped crying and I wipe his tears while the smile on my face stayed. As I continue with what I'm saying.
"For some unknown reason... I love you... for the second time in a lifetime."
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#christian yu#barom yu#barom#christian#dpr ian#dpr christian#cclown rome#cclown#dream perfect regime#khh scenarios#khh#khh smut#khh imagine#khh fanfic#fanfic#oppatxtme#scenarios#one shot#christian yu one shot#kpop#kpop sceanrios#Jay Park#dpr scenarios#hong dabin
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I have so many drafts bc I start and never finish..... Imma work on that. I wanna put out this DPR Live & Ian imagine I had for MONTHS now (especially bc I got to see them this weekend *Dabin looked at me but I panicked and turned around*) Then a request I started for BTS and lastly continue the poly!nct series bc I started on that and got distracted.
#dpr rem#dpr#dpr live#dpr ian#hong dabin#christian yu#dream perfect regime#khh fluff#khh smut#khh scenarios#khh#kpop scenarios#kpop#kpop smut#bts scenarios#bts one shot#bts#bts smut#bts fluff#bts imagines#poly!kpop#poly!nct#nct fluff#nct scenarios#nct smut#nct imagines#wayv imagines#wayv scenarios#wayv smut
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