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“I never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair.

Until your teeth grazed my pulse and I realized,

You could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms.

But instead, you chose to kiss.”

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Infinity

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

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Warnings: depression, mention of self harm, mention of suicidal thoughts, Christian and Mito being supportive af, very fluffy

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You had been awake for hours but hadn’t made a move to get out of bed. Your glassy eyes watched the rain spatter against the large windows in your shared bedroom. You didn’t even hear the front door open and close or the pad of his feet coming upstairs.

“Love?” Christian said when he walked in, closing the door behind him.

You made no sound, your body rigid. 

“Honey?” he tried again as he gently rolled you onto your back, sitting next to you on the bed. 

Your eyes remained on the ceiling, never glancing at him.

“Have you stayed in bed the whole day? You’re in the exact same position you were in when I left this morning.” he said, rubbing his hand across your waist comfortingly. 

Your lip quivered while silent tears fell from the corners of your eyes. You shifted, bringing your hands to hold his large one on your waist. “I’m wallowing in self pity.” you said.

Christian chuckled, you always had a knack for being funny even when you felt like shit. “Bad day?” he asked gently.

“I’m so tired all the time… No - not tired, exhausted. Everything feels so heavy and overwhelming. And I constantly have these negative thoughts… intrusive and… violent.” you whispered the last bit. 

Christian knew of your past and present journey with self harm. He felt and saw your scars on the daily. He never thought less of you for them, he had the same struggle. Christian’s other hand slipped beneath the blanket, letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt no new cuts on your thigh. 

You pulled both of his hands to your chest, resting them over your heart. You held them, playing with his long digits every so often. “I just want it all to stop.” you whispered, finally looking at him.

Your eyes were bloodshot, it was obvious you had been crying off and on the whole day. But that comment, that is what worried him the most. “You want the thoughts to stop or do you want life to stop?” he asked gingerly. 

You looked away shamefully before shrugging. 

Christian’s heart broke for you. He got out of bed, walking over to your side. He pulled the covers back before picking you up bridal style. He carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He filled the tub with warm water, adding epsom salt and bubbles just the way you liked it. He slowly peeled your clothes off before setting you inside. The warm water and vapors made you let out a sigh of content. Christian sat outside the tub, carefully washing your hair then you. You watched him with the most thankful eyes but couldn’t manage to say anything. After a while he just let you rest in the tub, he knew you liked being surrounded by water and in lieu of the ocean the bath would suffice. 

“I’m so sorry… this isn’t fair to you. I can’t make you happy, I can’t even…” you said before dropping your gaze to his crotch. You couldn’t remember the last time you two had sex, your depression getting especially bad in the harsh winter months. 

“Hey,” he said in a slightly different tone. 

You snapped your eyes to his, they were darker, rounder. You knew it was Mito. 

“I think - no, I know I speak for all of us when I say we could never have sex again and we would still be here. We will always be here, you’re it for us. We love you.” He said before draining the bath. He helped you stand before drying you off. He walked over to the towel warmer you forgot you had bought a while back. He pulled your clean pajamas out, they enveloped you like a hug. 

You rested your head on his chest before wrapping your arms around him tightly. You breathed him in, felt his strong arms around you. He picked you up, hands under your thighs as you snuggled further into him. He set you down on the kitchen counter, “Have you eaten today?” he asked. 

You shook your head ‘no’ at him. 

He tutted before making you a cup of tea. You watched him cut up fruits for you as you sipped the tea. He knew how much you liked them, especially the summer fruits when it was cold and snowy outside. Every once and a while Mito would stop to give you a kiss on the cheek. He walked to the living room briefly to set down the cutting board before coming back to carry you over. 

“I can walk.” you said squirming slightly, feeling somewhat like a burden to him. 

“I know,” he said before setting you down on the couch softly. He pulled a blanket over both of you before wrapping his arms around you. He pulled a slice of peach off the cutting board for you, smiling when you ate it without hassle. He knew your heart. He knew these times were tough and he knew he would always be there to care for you just as you did for him when he got like this. He sat and watched music videos with you, knowing you liked the dances and bright colors. Joking around with you when he could, especially when you watched his music videos. He dramatically did the breathing part of “Don’t Go Insane” which caused you to let out a shrill giggle. It was like music to his ears, seeing you finally smile and even laugh. He cuddled into the crook of your neck, giving you a cheeky kiss. 

You pulled his face to yours, “Thank you,” you said before kissing him deeply. He held your face as you pulled away, lips following yours slightly as he could never get enough of you. Your foreheads leaned against each other, soaking in the moment, “I love you more than anything.” you said. 

Mito smiled softly, “I love you more than anything times infinity.”

You chuckled again, happy that the person you were in love with was deeply caring and so incredibly goofy. 

“Everything will work out in the end. And if it doesn’t, it’s not the end yet.” he said before pecking your lips once more.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey! Hope ya'll like this one, very fun to write and based off a request. Thanks for all the like and comments! Send in a request and I just might write it! XOXOXOXOXOXO

#writing #dpr ian x reader #dpr ian #mito #christian yu x reader #christian yu #dpr live #dpr artic

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hello! i hope you are doing well! I have a request for you to write about Christian Yu and Mito. It would be about his partner, and how she is having a bad mental health day, and christian and mito help her through it and comfort them. pretty much just a comfort fluff lol. thank you !

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THE GOOD PLACE 4.09 | The Funeral to End All Funerals

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Just Astarion's reactions to the question "What do you want?"

Act I

Act II

Act III

I'll go cry now goodbye

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Drunk In Love

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

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Warnings - none, pure fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Naboo's Note:

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

#writing #dpr ian x reader #dpr ian #dpr live #christian yu #dpr #mito #christian yu x reader

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i love your christian/mito writings! I was hoping you could write a complete fluff and silliness where the reader comes home drunk from hanging with friends, and christian and mito take care of them and put them to sleep, and the reader isn’t able to sleep because they keep complementing and admiring christian and mito.

i hope that makes sense.. thank you(:

Posting! XD

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Savior

Mizu x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

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Warnings: prostitution, attempted SA (not too detailed just implied), Mizu being sexy, he/him pronouns for Mizu

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You had never met someone with eyes like yours. You wore glasses every day, the world appearing dark and dim because of them. You worked for Madame Kaji; being left on a brothel's doorstep as an infant. She saved you from the cold and raised you. She couldn’t stand to watch you be a prostitute, you were practically her own. So she made you useful in other ways. Fetching things for her, cooking, cleaning, always making sure the girls had whatever they needed. You also managed to learn quite a bit of judo. A necessity as you got older, mens wandering eyes and rough hands attempting to take you more often than you would like to admit. Today was no different, you had gathered all the groceries you had been sent to get. You prepared soup for you and Madame Kaji before she had to go and tend to the clients. You only really got to see her in brief moments like these. 

“Good evening mama.” you smiled sweetly at her as you set her bowl in front of her before giving her cheek a delicate kiss. 

She smiled at you before she started eating, “I want you to be careful today.” she said.

“I’m always careful.” you shrugged.

“No, I mean it.” she said as she forcefully set her spoon down. “We have dangerous company.”

You nodded, not wanting to further vex her. You both ate in silence, content with the atmosphere. You both stood, you going to clean.  Madame Kaji’s hand grabbed your wrist before you could make your swift exit. She pulled you back to her before she tucked your hair behind your ears. She slipped your glasses off, you squinted as you adjusted to the light. 

“Rain child,” she said as she kissed your cheek, “how beautiful you are.” 

You smiled and leaned into her touch. Nobody but her and the other prostitutes knew of your eyes. Everyone in the village assumed you were blind, not caring much in general about some whore mongers bastard child. Even Boss Hamata didn’t want you. You preferred it that way; better to be simple and plain than to attract every twisted glance that held nothing but malcontent. She left the small room. As you cleaned you couldn’t help but wonder what company she spoke of. To be fair, most of the usuals were harmless. But there will always be those who enjoy the pain of others. 

You made your way down the hall; watching Ise shrug her Kimono back on as she walked out of one of the many rooms. She gave you a small smile before walking into the parlor to fetch her next client. You shuffled into the room, starting to clean it before one of the girls needed it. Straightening the table, refilling the sake, wiping the sweat and regret off the floor mats. You knew none of the girls liked this work. But you looked at all of them like sisters, you felt their pain and sorrow. You often snuck them sweets Madame Kaji bought for you two to share. Life could always be a little sweeter, even in a small regard. You were almost finished cleaning when you heard what sounded like someone stumbling into the room. You turned and saw a man. Not a regular, tall and stocky. He swayed slightly, alcohol reeking from him. You bowed as you stepped back, putting space between you.

“You’re a… pretty one.” he hiccuped out as he shut the door behind him.

Your heart started racing, nothing good happens behind closed doors here. He stomped over to you harshly dragging you to the ground. He tried to pin you but you kicked him in the shoulder, sending him back. You scrambled up, almost reaching the door when he pulled you by the edge of your kimono. You fell to the ground, stomach against the floor. He held you down with one hand while the other pulled up your skirts. You sobbed and let out one shriek before he shoved your face into the floor, breaking your glasses in half. Your muffled sobs were all that remained. You heard the door fly open and saw a flash of red splatter the walls, a few drops dotting your face. You froze, shock finally settling in as you realize what almost happened to you. Foreign hands rolled you over deftly, you heard their distant voice and saw them through your tunnel vision. 

“Are you ok?” he asked, blue eyes meeting yours. 

He leaned over top of you, arms on either side of your head. You both gawked at each other until you heard running down the hallway. Madame Kaji and a few other prostitutes rushed in. The scowl on your mothers face horrified you. She shoved the blue eyed stranger off you before raising her hand to strike him.

“How dare you touch them!” she shouted. 

You caught her wrist right before she could make impact, “No mama! It wasn’t him.” you rushed out. 

You looked towards the corpse in the opposite corner which was cut in half. You felt the mystery man's hands gently close your kimono which you hadn’t realized fell open. You blushed at his kindness, his respect. Madame Kaji helped you up, a slight shake in your legs from the fear of it all. She walked you to your room but not before you saw which room the blue eyed man entered. As you waited you couldn’t help but think of his eyes, his gentle yet rough hands. Your mind wandered, wanting to know how his lips felt. You shook your head as you made your way to his room, slipping inside silently. 

The samurai’s eyes immediately found yours, yet he remained silent.

“May I sit?” you asked softly.

He nodded. 

“I wanted to thank you…” you said, “I also wanted… to see…” your thoughts tapered out, embarrassed of what you truly wanted to ask. “Your eyes.”

He held a look you couldn’t place an emotion to, “Sit.” is all he said.

You sat closer than he expected, faces inches apart. You knew this position was unbecoming but you didn’t seem to care. You had only ever seen one other person with different eyes, Yuko the prostitute with green eyes and golden hair. But these were blue, just like yours. You admired them looking at the beautiful samurai overall after a while and not just his eyes. 

Your hand came up to gently cradle his face. You moved on instinct, giving him a chaste kiss before leaning back, “Thank you…”

“Mizu.” he answered after a moment, lips buzzing from the brief yet sweet kiss. 

“Thank you Mizu.” you said before bowing and swiftly exiting the room. 

Your heart raced, and little did you know, so did Mizu’s.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! My first Blue Eyed Samurai post! YAYYYYYY! It's been a long time coming given my obsession with the show but better late than never! Thank you for all the likes and comments, super motivating! XOXOXOXOXOXOX

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyes #blue eye samurai #writing #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you

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Abel-Dominique Boyé (French, 1864-1934)

Joy, 1899

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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

#dpr ian x reader #dpr ian #dpr live #christian yu #mito #writing

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Hey, can you write a Christian/Mito fic talking about his self-harm? He has a lot of scars on his arms and it would be nice to just comfort him and help him with it. Thank you!

Posting now! :)

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YES FUCK IT I AM IN LOVE WITH MIZU AND SHE IS IN LOVE WITH ME

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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

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Schitts Creek 3.01: “Opening Night"

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her strap game is insane i js know