#S O B B I N G they spoke and interacted so much i fucking love them!!!

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

It has been 0 days since Dukexiety last interacted!!!

[sideblogformindtrash]

could we possibly see a situation where for some very serious reason Orfeu had no choice but to leave Blue & Haru in Farlan's care? (i'd just love to see how it would play out even if it isn't canon)

probably not canon

CW: being forced to be around a past abuser; pet whump; panic attack; fear; pet whump; car crash/accident; hospital/medical;

...They didn’t get many visitors. The house was isolated. Occasionally, a delivery person, or a hiker who had gotten lost… But no matter, he wasn’t expecting to open the door to his worst nightmare.

Young Master. Farlan. Right there, on his home. Where he should be safe.

“H-hi Haru!!!” BB cheerfully screamed behind him…

But he slammed the door to their faces, and ran back upstairs, catching a glimpse of Blue. He tucked himself under the bed, and threw the stupid gloves out. He was here. He was fucking here. He started to chew. This was the longest his nails had been in months. He didn’t care. He chewed them to the roots.

...Blue caught a flash of white hair. Weird. But as he peeked through the window, he saw familiar faces. He opened the door. BB, Pastel, and Mr.Farlan seeming to hold a broken nose.

“...Hello Mr! Hey g-g-guys…”

“Blue” Farlan whispered, between a groan of pain as he set his nose back on place.

“HEY!!! BLLUUUUUUUUUE!”

...And BB jumped onto its arms, both of them nearly falling as BB started speaking loudly about their day.

“BB” ...THeir Master ordered, and BB looked back, smile fading “...Not now, BB. Blue, is it okay if I get in?”

“No, Mr. Master Orfeu says this house is a No-Farlan zone. BB and Pastel can come it”

“A no-Farlan… Ah. Honestly” Mr.Farlan sighs, rubbing his hands over his face “But… This is very important. And serious. Haru… Haru needs to hear it, too”

“...Hmm… It d-d-oesn’t t-think H-haru wants to hear a-anything f-f-rom you…” Blue is uncertain if it can speak like this to Mister… But… it’s the truth. Sometimes, seeing BB and Pastel interact with him… Or even being there… It was easy to forget he was the source of his brother’s scars. Many of them.

“I… I know. I understand it. But it’s important. It’s… It’s about your Master” Blue studies his face, the concerned expression, as he fixes his glasses “...He… He was in an accident”

...Blue narrows it’s eyes.

“A-a-accident? A-a-ccidents happen. T-t-they d-don’t, d-don’t g-get punished in, in this house. N-never. N-ever…”

“Not… Not that kind of accident Blue. A car crash”

...And Blue blinked. First Master used to joke about how it would crash into a wall someday, when Blue hopped on the driver’s seat.

“He is hurt”

“H-hurt? H-how…?” ”

Mr. Farlan nodded, biting his lower lip. Blue’s mouth falls open...

“He will survive. He will recover” he guarantees, lifting his hands in an appeasing gesture “But he will be in there for… For a while. And he is pretty much sedated now”

“W-w-where???? C-c-can, c-c-can, nee-,, neeed to, to, to seee, see him!” Blue stammers, anxiety starting to mount.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Blue. He will be fine. He can only be destroyed if wearing a polo shirt, and he never wears those. I’ll… That’s why I’m here. I’ll take you both to see him… And to my home, later”

“Y-your... Y-your home…?” Blue steps back, hugging Bonnie.

“It, it, it will beeee fuuuun!” BB smiles, jumping around. Pastel doesn’t seem so comfortable about it.

“Yes. Both of you, at first, then when Orfeu is released from the hospital, he will need help for a couple of days, so he will be there too”

...Blue shakes BB off, and nods, feeling the urge to hide, too.

“...Haru?”

“...I was hoping you could talk to him” Farlan admits, holding the doorframe.

...He is shivering like mad, under the bed. Blue slowly slides there, too. Is he gone, Haru gestures.

“No… S-s-s-something… S-s-s-omething happened”

Pale Blue eyes pierce through it, while Blue tries to think on what to say. It isn’t good at this. And this… This can’t be easy. If… If it was told it had to go back with First Master… Blue would be despairing, too.

“Orfeu is, is, in, in hospital” .... And somehow, his eyes widen more “W-w-will re-recover… But… F-f-farlan says… We, we need to, to go with him. He, he will take us there to see him”

“I can’t go with him” Haru signs, tears streaming down his face “I can’t. I can’t do this. I want Orfeu. I want Orfeu back, please, please....”

And he keeps on begging. What’s the use of begging to another pet, even?

“B-b-b-lue will b-b-be there too, t-this time. We, we c-can face this t-together”

But Haru just keeps on trembling, and when the door opens, he nearly jumps, hitting his head against the bed.

...It’s not Farlan. Pastel kneels down and reaches a hand.

“...I know what happened. But… He is being nice to me and BB now” he whisper, a somber tone “...And… We will be there. Me, BB, and Blue. We will all protect you, if anything happens. I promise”

Haru watches Pastel, searching his face, taking ragged breaths.

“O-o-orfeu n-n-needs us, us to b-be strong now, H-haru. I know… I …. I can i-imagine h-how scary it is. B-but Pastel is right. W-we… We will keep y-you safe”

...And very, very reluctantly, they managed to get Haru out of under the bed, pack some bags, and make their way downstairs. Haru froze like a deer in headlights once they walked outside, seeing Farlan near his car.

“Thank you for coming” Farlan whispered, not looking him in the eye, as he held the door open.

Blue squeezed his hand, he and Pastel walking in front of him, defensively. BB sat on the front, and Pastel and Blue surrounded him, both holding his hands. No one spoke during the car ride to the hospital, it was only filled with Haru’s sobs.

[celestiababie]

Hongjoong NSFW Alphabet A-Z

A= Aftercare (What they do/act like after sex)

 Joong would be very thorough with his aftercare. Need a bath? He’s on it. Want some water? He’s already in the kitchen getting it for you. Need kisses and cuddles? Already smothering you. He’s really good at taking care of his members, so you wouldn’t be an exception.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 He would like his eyes the most, he loves how he can give you one look, and you’ll be blushing from the other side of the room. He has quite expressive eyes and would adore how you can tell how he’s feeling just by looking into his eyes. On your body, he would love your hair. He loves playing with it as he falls asleep or tugging on it when he’s being particularly rough with you, he just wants to twirl it around in his fingers~ 

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum… I’m a disgusting person)

 When Hongjoong cums...he cums a lot, and his favorite place to paint you in his cum would be your ass.  He just loves seeing it cover your pretty ass after sex, he finds something sexy about it. He’d make sure that he cleans you up nicely before doing anything else. 

D= Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He may or may not have stolen your underwear once or twice and acted confused when you were complaining about not being able to find a certain pair. It was an accident at first, he was packing his luggage, and you had left your underwear, and it got thrown into a pile with the rest of his clothes. He didn’t notice until he was looking for something... Long story short, he may have jerked off using your underwear and found a new fetish that day...

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

 He used to skip school to work, PASSIONATE BABYBOY RIGHT THERE, so I don’t think he had much interaction with many people to have tons and tons of experience. He knows where to put things, and he’s definitely not clueless, but the first few times you two tried to get intimate were kind of on the awkward side of things.

F= Favorite position (This goes without saying)

 Since he loves cumming on your ass, he loves doggy style. He’s able to spank you all he wants and tug on your hair and at the end of it, he gets to cum on your ass. So, all in all, he can’t go wrong with his position.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Or are they more humorous?)

 At first, he was goofier and laughed off the awkward moments with you, but as he got more experienced with you, he also got more serious and intimidating. There’s still a playful tone to the sex, but he’s just more mature about that type of thing. 

H= Hair (How well-groomed are they?)

He does some pretty decent man-scaping. He’s not completely clean, but it’s not a complete mess down there, and he’d try to keep up with it as much as possible.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

 He’s fairly intimate during sex, but his intimacy shines during aftercare. During sex, he can be a little on the rougher side, but he’d still whisper in your ear about how amazing you felt, and he’d still kiss your body up and down.

J= Jack off (Masturbation)

 Because of the whole underwear situation, he jerks off quite a bit. He doesn’t find it better than you, but sometimes if he’s feeling stressed suddenly, and just needs to release some tension, he’ll please himself.

K= Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

 He has a Sir kink, it came out when you had playfully called him sir, after he had told you something. There’s something about you saying it that makes him feel powerful. Hongjoong also has a slight thing for tying you up or handcuffing you. He had randomly asked you one day how you felt about bondage, and after giving it a try, he definitely liked it.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do)

 Does he enjoy fucking you in his studio? You bet he does. His eyes always light up when you come and visit him...those visits usually get pretty intimate, pretty quick. He always jokes how it gives him the energy he needs to make a good song, maybe that’s why ateez doesn’t have a single bad song cough cough.

M= Motivation (What turns them on?)

 You playing with his hair while he’s working could start to make him needy for you, he doesn’t know why. When you sit in his lap and play with his hair or him sitting in your lap, he can’t help it when he lets out a few soft moans.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

 Anything that will end up with you bleeding a lot. Sure, he doesn’t mind giving you pain for pleasure, but he’s against having you bleed.

O= Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He loves giving and receiving equally, receiving might have a slight edge since he loves seeing you on your knees for him. He would especially love when you’re needy while he’s busy, and to distract him...you’d get on your knees and start kissing over his crotch. When it comes to him giving you head, he loves hearing you beg him for me, and the lewd sounds you make. He’s a rapper so, he’s really good with his tongue.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

 Both, but he tends to lean more on the fast and rough side. He enjoys seeing the aftermath of him fucking you hard and will often tease you the next day if he sees you struggling to sit down or walk properly. Every once in a while, he’ll go slow, giving you deep thrusts to make you feel every inch of him as he kisses your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often?)

 He’s neutral about them, he’s not in love with them, but he won’t pass them down if you offered or if the both of you were needy and busy.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

 Hongjoong is very experimental, he wants to find new things that you like, and that he likes. He’s willing to experience a few mess-ups if it means that both of you can try new things. 

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

 He can go for a few rounds but prefers to keep it down to around 2. He makes sure to draw out your time together as much as he possibly can. He’ll use his fingers and his mouth, working you up before he gets to the main event.

T= Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

 He thinks toys can be fun every now and then. Hongjoong loves pressing a vibrator against you when you’re tied up and can’t do anything except moan and thrash against the sheets. He’s not opposed to using toys on himself and is even considering asking you to peg him...one day.

U= Unfair  (How much do they like to tease?)

 This boy loves to tease you whenever he gets the chance. He likes making you beg him for what you want him to do to you. Joong actually likes it when you tease him back, subby Joong is hot. 

V= Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

 It depends on what headspace he’s in. If he’s in a more dominant headspace, he’d let out groans and growls, but if he was in a more submissive headspace, he’s let out higher-pitched moans and groans.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

 “Are you sure this is a good idea?” You said while biting your lip.

 Hongjoong had invited you over to his studio stating that he needed help with something. You had assumed that he was just needy and wanted to fuck you...but he had a much different idea. 

“Please, babe? No one will even know it’s you and I just really think it would help with the song.” 

  Hongjoong wanted your moans...on one of his tracks. He gave you a smirk and leaned over to whisper in your ear, softly kissing it as he spoke, “I promise I’ll make it worth your time.”

X= X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

 He’s a smol boy and he has tiny hands but has big dick energy, so I’m in a dilemma. He’s probably average but knows how to work with what he’s got.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

 He has a high sex drive, he constantly craves your touch. He’d probably be overdramatic and say that he’s dying if you two go without something sexual for more than two days.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

He doesn’t fall asleep that quickly, he makes sure that you’re okay and would much prefer watching a movie with you to fall asleep since he can’t automatically fall asleep afterward.

 Hi! This is the second member I’ve done and if you liked this, please don’t be a silent reader. I don’t have a masterlist yet, but you can find Seonghwa’s on my profile pretty easily.

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[namuyoung]

caramel macchiato || knj

pairings: namjoon x reader

genre: fluff uwu, barista!namjoon, bookworm!namjoon, university!au, f2l!au

word count: 3k words

desc: what do you do when your usual barista is the person you meet every day at your university?

a/n: helo yes i mad this thing like, out of pure boredom(??), cause like yEa i am just a mess and a bag of anxiety so yeehaw :^) also!! i’m really sorry if it’s sappy and bland cause lit’s my first ff :’D

"hhhhhhh,, i’m so sleepy” you mumble to yourself as you shut your alarm clock off

you took your phone that was charging overnight on your table side to see the time

“08:02 saturday, 22 september 20xx”

seems like you don’t have any classes today

you know what that means

;)

you went to the nearest cafe that was only a few blocks away from where you study

you’re new in your university,

being your first semester here

and you are cool as a cucumber B)

just kidding

you are scared as sHIT--

and you can feel the outstanding weight of anxiety on your back

but you’re lucky that taehyung is in that university

taehyung is your best friend that you met during high school

he’s a good guy and he’s always there for you :D

and you wouldn’t hesitate to hurt anyone who hurts taehyung in anyway  (ง •̀_•́)ง

but anyway

last week you asked taehyung if there was any cool cafes near your university

and taehyung told you a neat cafe that served the best caramel macchiato 

and you loved that shit

and so you arrived in front of the cafe

you pushed open the glass door and you were greeted with the smell of java beans

the smell of coffee made you drowsy and high

or maybe it was the cute barista greeting you ;)

he seemed like a big dork with his turtleneck and square-shaped glasses

but he looks cute anyway

so you went up to the counter and he’s smiling and u swOre u saw a dimple forming on his cheeks

can this guy be any more cute

“hello! welcome to moonchild cafe! what would you-- wait, have we met before?”

the barista suddenly questions you as he focuses at you

wait

he knows you?!

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuCKFUCKFUCK-

is he from your class??

he looks like he takes biology tho

seems like a big nerd so he’s probably a smart guy

“oh, i’m sorry?? but do we go to the same university??” you blurted out of surprise, still puzzled by his sudden question

“that’s it! you’re the new student from chemistry class! y/n, right?” 

oh 

oH THAT’S RIGHT

i mean you were right about one thing

that he was smart

he sat at the very front of the class

and when you entered he smiled at you

so he must be a good guy

“yes, i remember you as well. you sat at the very front of class, didn’t you?”

the barista chuckled as to how you remembered that fact about him out of all the other things

“look, i’d love to talk, but there are other people behind me waiting as well” 

you spoke up and the barista looked at the line of customers behind you

“oH riGht of course! what would you like?” he quickly took out his notepad  and a black sharpie from his apron.

“venti caramel macchiato, two pumps vanilla and a dash of cinnamon. oh! don’t forget the foam and a drizzle of caramel on top!” 

he jotted down your order and told you the price

you payed him and waited at a seat by the glass window

he made your order in such a quick motion without any type of mistake

i mean he has been doing this for so long

it’d be embarrassing if he messed up

he basically had a master degree in making coffee

after a few minutes, your coffee arrived on your table

you took a sip of your caramel macchiato

and holy sHIt-

it was the bomb.com

it’s so good tho???

like the gods of caffeine had blessed your drink

but then u noticed a note on your cup

“kim namjoon, 2nd year. hope to see u at uni! :)”

you can help but chuckle at how adorable this guy was

your cheeks flustered everytime you took a sip of your coffee

...

and now classes are starting

and you are frustrated

and you are tired

philosophy is sO bOriNG thO :’(

not to mention that you have taehyung beside you poking every second you try to focus

you were this close to choking him in the middle of class

but you decided to spare him

and choke him outside of class

“oW hEY i am sOrry okay??? now can u let me go? :((” taehyung pleaded for mercy as u let him go and walked with him to the cafeteria

“i sweAr to gOD if you do that again i WILL cut your dick off >:((” you say as you sigh

“i promise!!” tae answered batting his eyes as innocently as he can

if you have other classes with taehyung you are sure he is definitely paraprosexia to you.

tae may be a morosis at times

but you loved him anyway

cause he bought you lunch!!

as u were both eating together and talking about the classes you guys took, someone caught your attention

you saw namjoon outside the cafeteria under a tree reading a book

seems like he’s reading a book about stephen hawking’s theories

“hey tae, do you know anything that guy over there?” you asked as you pointed towards namjoon’s direction

“oH yea, his name’s kim namjoon. he’s a philomath. all he does is read and does science-y stuff. he always works part time at moonchild cafe.” tae answered while munching down on his lunch.

hm

a philomath huh

he must be a big introvert 

but he’s such an extrovert when he’s working!!

he’s probably a good guy!!

and you’re gonna find out!!

cause now you are right in front of him

he looks away from his book only to see you smiling at him

“y/n!! what bring you here?” namjoon beams up and closes his book

you sat a few inches away from him, hugging your knees to your chest

“i saw you and kinda wanted to talk to you, y’know?” you answered honestly

faint pink tinted visibly on namjoon’s cheeks, feeling touched over your comment

you guys talked for a while until it was time for class :((

but u guys walked together cause you both had chemistry after this!!

:D

so then it became a daily routine for both of you now

going to chemistry class together and sitting next to each other

then every evening you would stop by moonchild cafe to have your regular caramel macchiato order

venti caramel macchiato, two pumps vanilla, a dash cinnamon, foam on top and a drizzle of caramel

sometimes as you do your assignments in the cafe, you would see namjoon sweeping the floors

or even see him interacting so well with the rest of his customers

your hearts goes so s o f t for this guy 

:)))

then after work, namjoon would study with you and even help you with your assignments, especially in chemistry

you even introduced taehyung to namjoon so that they could even hang out and be friends

despite on how different those two were

and you were even acquainted with namjoon’s brother, seokjin :D

seokjin even gave you the nickname pancake

cause you immediately fell in love with seokjin’s pancakes

seokjin owned a restaurant just across the cafe namjoon worked at

so those two would go home together after work hours

you really liked having namjoon around!! :)

...

taehyung and you were watching a movie at his apartment

yalls were watching a horror movie but instead of being afraid, both of you just made fun of every single move the ghost does 

bzz bzz

“hey y/n, isn’t that your phone?” tae said when he saw your phone vibrating on the table

“oh yea, imma go get it real quick” 

you got off the couch and reached your phone

it was a message from namjoon

joonie: hey y/n! are you free tomorrow? 

you: yea! i am, what’s up?

joonie: well, i wanted to go to the art museum with my hyung, but he had to bail on me cause he had to work.

joonie: i was wondering if you’d like to go with me instead?

huh

you’re heart’s beating pretty fast right now

hmm

HOLY SHIII-

“taEHYUNG OH MY GOD” you screamed frantically that scared taehyung to deAth until he fell of the couch

“the hELL Y/N WHAT’S WRONG?!” taehyung said as he got off the floor, walking to your direction

you shoved your phone to taehyung and he read the text message namjoon sent you

.

.

.

taehyung shrugged and started to type out a message

“whaT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING KIM TAEHYUNG” you screeched as you attacked him to get your phone

“i am hELpinG yOu-” taehyung finished typing “-and sent.”

you pushed taehyung on the floor (again) and looked the text taehyung sent at namjoon

you: of course joon! i’d love to go with you! send me the place and i’ll see u there xx

.

.

.

...“taehyung you are fucking dead”

so now you are in front of the place namjoon told you about

you looked at your watch 

10:29

are you too early?

you both promised to see each other at 11:00

yea you are too early

after rummaging your wardrobe for like, almost an hour

you wore a lemon turtleneck and a pair of jeans with matching black boots and sling bag.

you even wore a beret cause you think people at the art museum wears this(??)

dammit y/n you’ve been watching too much dramas

“y/n?” 

you turned around to see

namjoon??

not the nerd namjoon

but the

hot hot namjoon

like 

hot namjoon

he wasn’t even wearing those boxy glasses of his

he’s wearing skinny jeans, a white tank and a red plaid shirt unbuttoned

holy

dear lord do not let any nose bleeding to occur at this very moment

“namjoon?? i almost didn’t notice you there!! gosh you look so,, different” 

admit it hun you are in complete awe

look u can even see a bit of his abs

;)))))

fuCK nO diRTy thOugHTS

“is it a good different or a bad different?” 

u can see that he looks insecure

but he shouldn’t!!

bOi he be looking like a greek g o d

“of course good different!! i think you look great joonie! :D” 

namjoon isn’t sure why but his heart is going doki doki for you ;)))

(spoiler: he likes you)

so you guys spent your day well!!

both of you went in the art museum 

but you didn’t really understand what was so fun???

cause you weren’t much of an artsy person

but you looking at namjoon awing at every painting makes you soft inside <3333

*coughs* i mean he himself is a masterpiece too *coughs*

afterwards,, you guys went for ice cream!!

namjoon bought you mint chocolate even if he didn’t like mint 

but cause he knows you like it so he just has it too!!

(he chugged a couple bottles of water to wash off the toothpaste sensation in his mouth)

some people even mistaken the both of you as a couple

you blushed every time someone makes that comment

namjoon becomes very flustered seeing how red you can be 

hhhhhhhhhh

you two were just adorable :(((((

so you made your way to moonchild cafe

but you don’t see namjoon???

but you ordered your usual anyway

when it was given to you, it didn’t taste the same way namjoon did it for you

you wondered where namjoon went

i mean, he never misses work??? before?????

so you assumed that maybe he wanted to focus for his studies today

so you went to your university

and you saw taehyung

you asked taehyung if he had seen namjoon today

but taehyung only shrugged it off

“nah y/n, i haven’t seen him, what’s up?”

hhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg

something’s not right :((

after philosophy, you went to his usual spot where he reads

just a tree

nothing else

he wasn’t even in chemistry class

ok now you are being paranOid

you tried texting and calling him like a million times

no answer :((

after all your classes you went to moonchild cafe back

still no joonie

you looked at jin’s restaurant

it’s closed

the doors were chained up

you were on your knees in front of jin’s restaurant

without realizing it, tears started forming on your eyes

taehyung’s here comforting you at your apartment

as soon as he finished his phone call with you saying that you needed him, he bought two tubs of mint chocolate ice cream to help cheer you up

taehyung’s hugging you closely and allowing you to cry on his shoulder

“he....he just left tae....i thought we had something tae...” you muttered out, still in disbelief

tae caressed your hair and told you everything will be okay

...

“thank you for buying your coffee here! have a nice day!”

you say as your customer gave you a tip

you decided to work as a barista as your part time job

something about making coffee just makes you feel a bit better about yourself

you were working as a computer programmer as your full time job

but what’s cool about it is that you were able to work at home, and at night

so you can do extra cash in the morning brewing coffee

you as a javaphile just can’t get away from caffiene

the bell rings implying that there is a new customer

you smiled at the customer and kindly asked what he wanted to purchase

...

“venti caramel macchiato, two pumps vanilla, a dash cinnamon and foam on top...”

wait

you recognize this order

he looks up from his cap and opens his mask

“...oh, and don’t forget the caramel drizzle on top, please?”

oh my god

you were completely speechless

“namjoon...”

he could only smile faintly

“are you busy after your shift?” he cooed, awaiting your response

you can’t believe this

there’s so many thing you want to say to him

“oh my god like you disappeared for like 4 years and you never contacted me at all or even tell me anything about it so what the hell was that about and i fell for you for no reason only for you to leave me and shut me out so yes i am free”

“...it’s 4.99$ sir” is what you said instead

“oh, r-right.” namjoon payed his drink and sat at a table a few tables away from the counter

namjoon was devastated that he left you

and now he feels stupid for even showing up

especially since he never told you anything

i guess he was just afraid of being rejected by you

but leaving you felt even worse

when namjoon’s drink arrived, he saw a few scribbles on his cup.

it was your address with a little note you wrote on it

“i’m free after 6, come to my apartment if you want to talk, xx, y/n”

so now namjoon’s in front of your door

“hey y/n it’s me namjoon! haha, you know, the one that left- no wait, that’s stupid” namjoon blabbered at himself

you then open the door of your apartment

“o-oh, hey y/n.” namjoon finally muttered out some words

“hey namjoon. long time no see?”

“oh, hahaHaAH, yeA, right...” 

you allowed namjoon inside your apartment and sat on the couch, you being a few inces away from namjoon

there was a moment of silence between the both of you

the quiet atmosphere is just causing the situation to be more and more awkward

you knew that someone had to break this silence

*deep breaths*

“namjoon-”

“y/n-”

both of you spoke up at the same time

both of you apologized

and you insisted namjoon to start talking first

namjoon took a deep breath and finally started talking

“y/n, first of all, i truly am sorry for disappearing out of the blue. i really wanted to tell you, but i guess i just got scared”

you kept your reaction blank

“i was really afraid if you would’ve hated me if you knew i had to move away. hyung got a promotion to work in the us and he found me a spot for university, so i had to move out.”

“yea, well congrats. i am very mad at you for just disappearing out on me joon. it was great.”

that’s a lie

you don’t want to be mad at him

it hurts you doing so

“i’m really sorry y/n. i thought that maybe not telling you might make it less hurt, but i couldn’t bare the fact that i was far away from you.”

namjoon saw your eyes change

“what do you mean?” you questioned him

“i mean, i can’t help but really like you y/n. the further i was from you made me realize even more that i really like you”

is he for real

he likes you too????

and it took him this long to tell you

“i get it if you still hate me, but i hope that we can still stay as frien-”

his sentence was cut off with your lips on his

his lips were soft and it tasted like the caramel coffee he had earlier today

namjoon was surprised by your action, but he immediately kissed you back, placing his hands on your waist

the kiss was sweet and tender yet needy, as if you guys were yearning this moment for so long

after breathless kisses, you decided to break the kiss

“you have no idea how long i had to wait to hear you say that to me”

namjoon couldn’t hold in his joy and wrapped his arms around you tightly

“i’m so sorry y/n, i won’t leave you now, i promise” he says as he pampers kissed all over you

you accepted his hug and embraced him even more

click!

your apartment door was opened

“hey y/n, i finally bought the groceries that we were supposed to buy this saturda...”

taehyung stopped his sentence as he saw you and namjoon cuddling

“see y/n? i told you he’ll come back for you.” taehyung winked towards namjoon and goes to his room

“wait, what does taehyung mean by that?” you asked namjoon, absentmindedly

namjoon smiled and kissed your forehead

“i had the help of a friend to help me keep track of you, so that i can find you and finally tell you in person”

“tell me what?”

“that i love you.”

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

MDZS ch.100

also said "save wwx and lwj and make them talk or I'll dIE"

Before he could finish, the sharp pain of flesh being lacerated came from his throat. Something dripped down his neck. Lan WangJi’s face was pale. Jin GuangYao, “How could he not listen to me? Just think about it, Young Master Wei, his life is in my hands.”

(I'M SCREAMING STOP THAT SHIT STOP RIGHT NOW YOU ABSOLUTE TRASH I'M GONNA KILL YOU AND TORTURE YOU SO MUCH-)

Lan WangJi spoke a word at a time, “Do not touch him.”

(lwj passive-aggressive is like water for someone living in the desert, guys, that threatening tone... that speaking a word at a time... *shivers*)

EDIT:

Wei WuXian, however, stopped him, “Lan Zhan! I-I have to tell you something.”

*sobbing* please please please I don't know what for but please-

EDIT 2:

Jin GuangYao, “Let’s save it for later.”

Wei WuXian, “No. It’s really urgent.”

Jin GuangYao, “Then you can also say it right now.”

It was only an offhand comment, but Wei WuXian seemed as if he realized something, “You’re right.” Right after, Wei WuXian shouted with all he could, “Lan Zhan! Lan WangJi! HanGuang-Jun! Back then, I-I really wanted to sleep with you!”

(OKAY I went from laughing like an idiot ‘cause this jgy-wwx’s interaction are too much for me to bear, to WHAT THE GELL OMG MY BABIES LOOK AT WWX BEING HONEST AND SO CUTE AND WHAT DID HE JUST SAY SIJGO0IEWRJKG)

[...] Jin GuangYao’s hands loosened, and the string fell. As soon as he felt the stinging at his neck disappear, Wei WuXian threw himself at Lan WangJi, unable to wait a second longer.

(GO BABY G O o O o O o O C L A I M Y O U R H U S B A N D AND KILL THAT KXMSHXKWHZKSBSKS)

EDIT 3: OMG OMG MY BABIES MY BEAUTIFUL BABIES PLS JUST KEEP TALKING WWX, KEEP THAT STUNNED EXPRESSION ON LWJ'S FACE, MAKE HIS HEART LIGHT AND HAPPY AND SPARKLY PLS

Wei WuXian, “Lan Zhan, did you hear what I said?!”

Lan WangJi’s lips moved. A moment later, he spoke, “You…” He’d always been concise and comprehensive with his words, never pausing at all. But right now, he paused with more hesitance than ever. Another moment later, he continued, “You said…”

he broke him- HE BROKE LWJ- LWJ HAS BEEN   B R O K E N

EDIT 4:

Jin GuangYao turned to Lan XiChen, “ZeWu-Jun, it’s raining. Let’s take shelter in the temple.”

at least he shows some decency

EDIT 5:

Lan WangJi’s voice suddenly rang beside his ears, “Sit.”

Wei WuXian’s thoughts immediately returned. Lan WangJi gathered four cushions from the temple, giving two to Lan XiChen and Jin Ling and two to Wei WuXian and him. But for some reason, both Lan XiChen and Jin Ling moved their cushions quite far away from them. And coincidentally, they gazed into the distance in unison.

Lwj talks and wwx stops thinking about whatver he was thinking, i am doomed. Lxc and jl are too clever for their own good. Also, I know they can't do much rn, but they are just gonna sit and watch as jgy explains his evil plan? And I WANNA KNOW WHAT THAT MADMAN IS LOOKING FOR

EDIT 6:

Tugging Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian sat down on the cushion. Perhaps because his mind was far off, Lan WangJi’s figure wobbled from the tug before sitting down properly. Wei WuXian calmed himself a bit before gazing at Lan WangJi’s face.

(LWJ WOBBLED. GUYS. GUUUUUUUUUUUYS. LWJ WOBBLED HE IS SO DONE FOR-)

His eyes looked down. Not many emotions could be seen. Wei WuXian knew that with just those words, Lan WangJi probably couldn’t believe him yet. He was tortured by a smiling, oblivious person who knew nothing of his crimes. It was only natural that he didn’t believe it. After he thought so, Wei WuXian felt his chest go heavy. His heart hurt so much it shivered. He didn’t dare think of it any longer, but he knew that he should increase the dose.

(Omg this scene is so pure and delicate and painful. Wwx pls darling say something DON’T TORTURE YOURSELF SO MUCH YOU DIDN’T FREAKING KNOW OKAY just talk-)

He spoke, “Lan Zhan, l-look at me.”

His voice was still a bit tight. Lan WangJi, “Mn.”

After a deep breath, Wei WuXian whispered, “… I really do have a bad memory. I can’t remember a lot of the things that happened in the past, including the time at the Nightless City. I don’t remember a single bit of what happened during those days.”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s eyes widened slightly.

(ARE THEY FINALLY TALKING OH PLEASE. P L E A S E

look at wwx stuttering. look. and lwj’s eyes widening in disbelief omg omg omg)

EDIT 7: OKAY THAT

EDIT 8: hanji.exe has stopped working

EDIT 9: THAT

WAS

THE MOST EPIC, AWKWARD, BEAUTIFUL, HEARTFELT LOVE CONFESSION I HAVE EVER READ. IT WAS PERFECT AND I'M SHIVERING AND LWJ HUGGING WWX AND REPEATING EVERY WORD HE SAID AND CRYING IS LIKE

I DON'T KNOW

IT'S ALL I NEED AND SO SO SO SO SO MUCH MORE

AND

WWX SAID IT

"I WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU EVERYDAY"

WEI YING, EVERY DAY MEANS EVERY DAY.

OH MY GOOOOOOOOD SO THIS IS WHAT THEY MEANT-

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

EDIT 10: I’M STILL SHAKING

WHAT-

Oh, back to plot. Sushi is here.

EDIT 11: wwx toying with sushi by playing words-tricks is life. my protective, beautiful baby. also, reading about him saying he doesn't want to die made things to my heart.

Wei WuXian grinned, “Is it because HanGuang-Jun’s had such an icy face ever since he was young, Sect Leader Su, that you think about him this way? If so, then HanGuang-Jun is so unfortunately misunderstood. He’s obviously like this towards everyone. You should be glad you didn’t study at the YunmengJiang Sect, Sect Leader Su.”

Su She’s voice was cold, “Why?”

Wei WuXian, “Or else you would’ve long since been angered to death by me. When I was young, every day I wholehearted believed that I was a prodigy, that I was such a fucking big deal. And not only did I believe it in my heart, I even flaunted it everywhere.”

Veins lined Su She’s forehead, “Shut up!” He seemed as if was about to strike when Lan WangJi pulled Wei WuXian towards his chest, firmly protecting him with his arms. Su She’s movements paused, debating whether or not he should attack.

(I AM LAUGHING SO MUCH, WEI YING WAS SO OVERCONFIDENT BACK THEN, MY BOY

also, lwj protecting him, uuuuuuuhm yessssssssss)

EDIT 12: LAN WANGJI SMILED.

HE S M I L E D.

GuYs this world is amazing, and it is because of lwj's smile. I don't need anything else.

EDIT 13:

Nobody answered. The doors shot open!

From amidst the storm that had just broken inside, a crackling streak of purple lighting struck right against Su She’s chest, sending him flying backwards.

PEOPLE CAN LIVE OF THE SATISFACTION I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW, IT IS THAT POTENT AND ABUNDANT.

GO JIANG CHENG.

G o o o o O o O o O o O o O o O

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Tinder Bait: Part 1 (Steve x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: language, Tony being Tony (definitely a warning in and of itself)

Prompt: “I’m very, very bad under pressure.”

Summary: Tony decides to meddle in your life yet again and sign you up for Tinder…but there’s a catch.

A/N: This is my entry for @e-g-b-o-k’s 500 Follower Celebration Writing Challenge. She is an AMAZING writer. Definitely check her out! The reader in this is a bit…feisty? I really can’t write them any other way. It’s also important to note that Steve holds a very special place in my heart, but I really do enjoy writing Tony so there’s a lot of him and his shenanigans in this. Here’s the first part! There are many parts to come!

Series Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

You had it pretty good. Well, pretty good for a recent college grad trying to enter the “real world”. You were fortunate enough to get a job at Stark Industries as a part-time receptionist. It wasn’t the most glamourous job, but you got to interact with a lot of famous faces. Of course, the job had its ups and downs, as anyone would imagine working for Tony Stark would. You had the pleasure of just starting working right before Tony made that killer robot, Ultron. You handled all the incessant calls and inquiries about that fiasco so well that Tony decided to hire you full-time.

An added bonus of working for Tony was getting to interact with the Avengers. You got well acquainted with the entire team in no time. You got along with everyone, some more than others. You, Natasha, and Wanda were extremely close, confiding in each other often. You regularly had girls’ nights together to get away from the testosterone of the rest of the team.

You meshed well with Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Sam and Bucky’s pranks on each other always amused you. You would sometimes join in, which would make the “victim” of the prank furious. They were a fun bunch. You and Steve were great friends. He always made sure to stop by and say hello to you every day if he wasn’t away on a mission. You two often got together when Sam and Bucky’s bickering got a little too much to handle. You also enjoyed sharing parts of the 21st Century with him that he hadn’t discovered yet. Overall, you really enjoyed being in his company. You had a soft spot for him, but you tried your damn hardest to keep that under wraps.

As for Tony, your relationship was…interesting. He was like an annoying brother, over bearing and caring father, and weird uncle all mixed into one. He obviously wanted the best for you, but didn’t always go about it the best way. He often dragged you into awkward situations, of which you had no way of getting out of. You were currently in his lab about to get involved in one of his crazy schemes again.

“Alright Tony, what did you call me in here for?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re aware that you’ve been out of the dating game for quite some time,” he paused. You stared at him. What was he getting at? “So, I took it upon myself to make you a Tinder account.”

“You did what?” you asked harshly.

“Signed you up for Tinder. You know, that online dating app where-“

“I know what Tinder is, Tony,” you snapped.

“Great, so I won’t have to teach you how to use it,” he continued.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into that genius head of yours, but I don’t like the concept of online dating at all. It just seems so-”

“Nuh-uh, save it. You can voice your opinion in the briefing room. Let’s go,” he said as he led you down the hall with his hands on your shoulders.

“Tony, I have work to do. Those phones don’t answer themselves, you know,” you argued.

“Actually,” he paused with a smirk, “they do.” You groaned. You knew there was no chance you were getting out of whatever it was Tony had up his sleeve. You worked for him long enough to know that. You hoped the other Avengers in the briefing room would help change his mind. A slim chance, albeit, but a chance nonetheless.

When you got to the briefing room, Sam and Steve were already there talking amongst themselves. Tony cleared his throat to announce his presence and they turned their attention to the both of you. “Alright, now that everyone���s here,” Tony started.

“Wait, wait, wait. Where’s the rest of the team?” you asked. You needed all the help you could get if you wanted Tony to change his mind about this. You wished Natasha was there, not that Sam and Steve couldn’t help. She was just better at talking sense into that stubborn head of his.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’ve got the rest of the team tasked with something else,” he said. You were doomed. “So,” he continued, “as you all know, I signed our lovely Y/N up for Tinder. Sam, did you fill Gramps in on what Tinder is?” he asked. Sam nodded his head. You snapped your head in their direction with a look of disbelief.

“Hold on, you two knew about this already?” you asked. Sam nodded. Steve hesitated before he nodded as well. You stared hard at Steve. You thought he would be against Tony meddling in your life without your permission. He had definitely voiced his opinion when Tony had done so in the past. He adverted his gaze from yours, looking down at his hands. You couldn’t believe this. You turned to Tony and spoke again, “Tony, you’ve done stuff like this before. Many times, actually. But this is taking it too far.”

“Y/N, it’s not as bad as you think,” Sam commented. Maybe he was right. Maybe you were overreacting. You could always delete the account later. But Tony should’ve asked for your permission first, and the fact that he didn’t pissed you off.

“I don’t like online dating. I think it’s fake. Call me crazy, but I like meeting people the old fashioned way,” you stated. Steve looked up at you when you said this, but you were too busy fuming to notice.

“And how’s that been working out for ya?” Tony asked. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “That’s what I thought. Now if you’d please, Y/N, take a seat.” You did as you were told and sat next to Steve, not without giving him a disapproving look first.

“As I was saying, I signed Y/N up for Tinder, and she took it about as well as anyone expected,” he said. You huffed. “But I did it without the intent of finding you a boyfriend.”

“Okay…” you said hesitantly.

“As it turns out, one of our lovely friends at HYDRA happens to be an avid user of Tinder,” he said. You didn’t like where this was going, but you decided to keep quiet. “And you’ve got a date with him this Friday.” Your eyes grew as wide as saucers. Your mouth was slightly agape, but you couldn’t get any words to come out. You were stunned. Speechless. Why in the world would he think this was a good idea?

“I realize this all sounds,” he paused, looking for the right word to say, “terrible. But we don’t really have any other choice.”

“He’s right, Y/N,” Steve finally spoke up. You looked at him, still stunned. “We’ve been trying to track down this guy for months. He’s got intel on HYDRA’s new whereabouts and we desperately need that information before they decide to attack again.” He gave you a slight smile. You sat there in silence, still unsure of what to say.

“We need someone on the outside, per say, to try to reel him in. And that someone is you,” Tony added.

“Why not send Natasha on him? This is definitely her area of expertise,” you proposed.

“We did,” Sam said. “This guy caught onto her right away. That’s when we all decided we needed to send in someone he definitely wouldn’t recognize.”

“And you’re sure he’s never seen me? I mean, I work for Tony fucking Stark of all people. He’s not exactly subtle,” you inquired.

“Pretty positive,” Tony answered, ignoring your jab at him. “You’ve only every worked at the Tower. You’ve never visited SHIELD’s headquarters in DC and you know I don’t let any just anyone in here.” You nodded. Everything they were saying made sense, but you still weren’t completely comfortable with the idea.

“We also need someone we can trust,” Steve added. “We still don’t know who’s HYDRA and who’s not, so we can’t choose a SHIELD agent. We know you won’t double cross us.”

“But I’m not an agent. I answer phones all day. I have zero training. What if he tries something funny?” you asked, worry lacing your voice.

“We’ll be right there with you,” Steve assured you as he put a hand on your shoulder giving it a small squeeze. You gave him a slight smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The Avengers had handled much worse so you knew you’d be in good hands.

“We’ll have you wear this the entire time,” Tony handed you a small ear comm. “That way we can record what he says and help you out if you need it.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I’m going to need it.”

“Oh come on, Y/N, you’ll be just fine,” Sam laughed. “Just be yourself.”

“That’s the problem. I’m absolutely terrible on dates. Just awful,” you sighed. “I never hear from them again, so obviously I’m doing something wrong. I don’t want to mess this up for you guys.”

“Oh, don’t you fret, I will be there to help you every step of the way,” Tony boasted. You rolled your eyes.

“Yep, I’m screwed.”

“Yep,” Steve and Sam laughed.

Part 2

[punishercoded]

“Adventures in Undertale” Frisk had just fallen down and was in the process of getting up, and looked around in slight boredom. They had seen all this before and were ready to do it all again. Finally raising from the golden petals they started walking,“Time to do this all again.” Frisk said as they started to go to Flowey. Frisk was going to the next room when suddenly a green portal appeared above their brown haired head, two people soon falling on top of them, shooting guns into the portal. Frisk fell as a boy and man collapsed onto them. Their hp decreased dramatically from the impact due to the combined weight of the people, causing the vibrant red soul of themselves to break into multiple pieces. Frisk’s last thoughts before the darkness consumed them was simply,“That’s new…” as they fell into the dark abyss. “G-God dammit Morty!” The older man with blue hair yelled as he drank from a silver flask,“Do you realize what the fuck you just did?!” “M-Me?! You did it! You shot the portal! I d-didn’t do anything, Rick!” The brown haired fourteen-year-old looking boy studdered towards Rick. Rick rolled his eyes and mumbled, “At least I don’t bitch about everything, you little shit.” Rick then decided to look around and noticed the cave walls and the flowers on the ground,“Oh Fuuuck Morty! Do you know where we are?! This is baaaaad Morty! Y-You fucked up biiig time!” Rick mumbled drunkenly as he stumbled to begin the process of hiding the body of the departed Frisk, pausing every once in a while to drink from his flask. “W-What do you mean Rick? Where a-are we?!” Morty yelled gripping what little brown hair he had on his head. He was genuinely confused and was really close to possibly shitting his pants again. “W-We’re in Undertale M-M-Morty! And you just killed the main character!” Rick studdered and belched, throwing the body into a corner of the room. “I-I-I didn’t kill nobody! Besides… i-i-isn’t Undertale a video game or something? H-How are we in a video game?!” Morty was looking around wondering what the hell Rick dragged him into this time. Rick looked at Morty with a look of pure annoyment in his beady eyes,“Multiple Realities MOoOorty, including one where video games are actual places.” Morty’s head tilted,“Why would you pick this dimension to hide in Rick? S-Seems like a bad place h-h-hide.” He honestly didn’t really understand this at all, why out of all places to hide from their enemies… “Because MoOoOorty, it happened. The writer of the story we are in decided to put us here.” Rick burped and drank his flask some more. He threw Frisk behind a rock in the very dark depths of the room, their body already seems to show signs of decay,“Alright M-Morty, we have to get the hell out of here. L-Let’s fucking gOoooO! "Wait R-Rick! What do you mean story?! And where d-d-do we go?!” Morty studdered and yelled. “Shut the f-fuck up Morty, your being reaLly annoying. Just calm down and go check t-this place out for cool shit, the fAaaLl broke my portal gun and I n-need to fix it before the counsel of fucking idiots shows up.” Rick pulled out some glowing crystals and a screwdriver then took a seat on the pile of flowers beneath the opening of the hole. Morty looked around nervously,“O-Ok Rick, I’ll see what I c-can find."He then proceeded to look around the room, not seeing anything of interest or desire,"Maybe there is something in the next r-room.” Morty spoke seemly to no one. “Then go check it oOUtt then and stop being weird MoOorty.” Rick mumbled,“I w-want this damn story over with so this fUucking writer will stop telling everyone e-every damn detail of our lives.” Morty walked into the next room and glanced around again, the room was all pitch black except for a spotlight-like thing showing a small green grass circle. He stepped closer to the circle and suddenly a small golden innocent face appeared seemly from nowhere,“H-Holy shit! w-w-what the hell is that?!” Morty screamed slightly, already regretting coming out of the room he and Rick fell into. “Howdy! I’m Flowey, Flowey the Flower!” Flowey Observed the smallest boy and was perplexed, this was obviously not Frisk. So what was this child doing here?,“You must be soooo confused!” “You c-can say that again…” Morty spoke to himself, wondering how he could get away from this creepy ass flower. He tried stepping away before realizing he seemed to be in a white battle box. Looking in front of himself Morty saw a gray dull looking soul in front of him. Flowey giggled at how wimpy this boy must be all the time, it was glorious. Morty, on the other hand, was even more terrified,“W-What the hell is this?! L-L-Let me out!” Flowey smiled,“See that heart? That’s your soul! the very cumulation of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but can become stronger will more LV!” Morty studders grew worse from fear,“W-W-What do y-you mean LV? Wh-What’s that?” “Why LV stands for LOVE of course! You want some love don’t you?” Morty shook his head,“Actually n-no thanks, I’ll j-just go now!” Morty tried to get away before becoming surrounded by little white pellets,“W-What the hell?! HEY! LET ME OUT!” Flowey giggled,“Nah, you’re much more fun than Frisk ever was!” He laughed with menace before sending the pellets closer and closer to a trembling Morty. “RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK! HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!” The pellets grew and closer towards Morty, Morty himself assuming that Rick didn’t hear him or didn’t give a shit, the latter most likely being the answer. Morty didn’t think being killed by a video game character would be how he died, an alien or shoot out yeah. But a fake yet real game flower? Not really a memorable way to go. He curled up into a ball on the ground, waiting for his death. Time seems to go by in slow motion before the devil of a flower froze. Not in fear or surprise, but in actual ice. Morty glanced up to see his grandfather holding a freeze ray towards Flowey with a look of disgust on his face,“JesUuUs Morty, you were gonna let yourself d-die by a flower? That’s fucking pathetic.” Morty ignored Rick’s insult and ran up to him throwing his arms around the older man,“T-Thank you grandpa Rick! Thank you!” Rick was nervous at first from the interaction but slowly hugged his grandson back,“SuUure Morty, your mom would have murdered me if you died so once again, hAad to s-save your ass. Now c-come on, let’s go home b-buddy.” Rick grumbled pulling Morty away to the wall. He shot a green portal onto the surface of the wall not too far away from the now frozen Flowey. Rick took some pellets into a vial,“Might be useful for something.” and proceeded to pull Morty into the portal, it soon closing afterwards. Not too long after this whole ordeal, Frisk finally loaded their save. Looking around once again at the golden flowers and the doorway to the next room they wondered,“What in the underground was that about?”

UNTIL NEXT TIME, WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!

[sideblogformindtrash]

CW: Deshumanization; conditioning; Death; Pet/slave whumpee; drugs mention; self-hatred; touching; 

for context: is a few years before events with Haru and others.

The pet was unnerving him. He wanted to do something. Orfeu tumbled their fingers on the table, but that wasn’t helping, so they clutched their arms instead. Arms far too thin, nails that easily dug onto the skin.

But people were already looking at him weird from the moment he stepped in. He had money today – he really had. He paid for his food, and even if he looked ragged and filthy, he still had the right to be there. Right…?

But of course, he was still the demon and he would always be a demon. A fairly ragged one right now. And people already thought he was weird so… So what did it matter if he made even more of a scene?

He used to enjoy the company of the ghosts, their stories and peaceful slow half-existence. They were always so mysterious, and quiet too… But not the pet ghosts, those were something else. Anyone who had suffered just… too much in life… and couldn’t face death.

And he only saw those once he came down the mountain, into the mundane world. The priests always told him about how corrupted and evil the people downhill where and… sometimes it really seemed like it was true.

There were no pets up on the mountain. Not alive, and not dead. Everyone was a slave of god, sure, but that was fair and kind and just. No man was slave to one another. He didn’t knew the pets even existed. And it made him nauseous when he found out. He wanted to run up the mountain again but… He could never go back. He belonged to the mundane world now.

…And here, there were pets, alive and dead. The pet was crying, pleading, desperately begging and trying to grab the attention of a man eating on a table, completely oblivious to the absurd suffering of the creature at its feet. Judging by the looks – the long, black clothes – it might be one of the trainers. The ghost was clinging so hard to the person who might just be the cause of their pain in the first place. But what else did they knew?

He sighed. Fuck it, he decided, gathering the courage to walk up to them. People were already looking at him weird anyway so what did he care?

He walked up to the trainer’s table and kneeled by the side of their chair, right in front of the flickering, colorful person, half-defined by lines of neon-displaced colors that shifted and changed. Just enough so that he could see them.

The trainer immediately glared at him. The man was obviously used to having people kneeling by them… but not a strange, ragged teenager, at a dinner. And he knew the trainer must have thought he was a stray or something like that. He spoke before the man could.

“Stop. Pet. Stop, you have to stop. Look at me.” He was harsh, sure, but he doubted he could get the pet’s attention otherwise, when they were so badly crying and wailing. Besides… it worked. “Yes, good. He can’t hear you. So stop. He can’t see you either. You need to stop.”

The trainer raised an eyebrow, now with a perfect ‘what the fuck’ look. He was about to speak again, so Orfeu quickly turned to him and smiled, pretty sure that seeing his perfectly sharp teeth would be enough to make the man quiet for a few more seconds.

“T-t-trainer T-To-dd- s-s-aid I-It h-had t-t-to be g-good…” The ghost sniffed,  managing to look at him “T-they won’t… Won’t t-t-talk e-even i-it is. I-is it b-being p-punished? C-can Sir t-talk to pet?”

“You aren’t being punished. They can’t see you, or hear you. They really can’t.”

“-W-wh-why?” they looked desperate. And Orfeu hated that question because the truth was painful and no lie would ever suffice.

“Because… Because you are dead” He bit his lip, letting the tiny points show trough.

“Kid, just what the fuck are you-“ the man said, on an annoyed voice.

“I’m helping you trainer Todd” they said, with a mocking tone on that last part, basically hissing at them “Unless you want to get haunted forever. You probably deserve it. But the poor ghost doesn’t”

“Wait… is that a runaway?” Someone asked to the trainer, who shrugged, picking up their phone to snap a picture.

“I think it’s just high!” a lady cut, shaking her head in disapproval.

“High on Christ, lady. I’m doing God’s work here.” He raised his hands up, just like at the sermons “Y’all with me? Singing hallelujah, hands to the air!”

“Th-tra-trainer is i-is a-angry” they lost the ghost’s attention, shit. They were staring at the man again, ready to go back to its babbling.

“Not at you” he cut quickly, so that the ghost wouldn’t get lost again “Look. You can’t do this forever. You can’t keep following them. Please. You are dead.”

They shook their head clutching their tiny hands against the trainer’s leg, incapable of letting go. The man must have felt a shiver, with the ghost touching them… without really touching. But they were cold. The dead were cold.

“H-h-how c-can y-you S-sir s-see pe-e-t i-if i-it’s dead…?” They asked, clinging so hard to the fucking bastard that hurt them… Just like Orfeu remembered doing so many times too. Who the fuck was he to judge?

“I made you a question! How do you know my name?” The trainer said with his hands into a fist. Yes, he definitely was thinking he was one of theirs. And that was a headache he didn’t want to deal with right now. He wondered if they had noticed the whip lines on his back. He looked with the deadliest expression he could manage.

“Because I’m an aberration of nature and god has cast a curse on me upon my birth” Answer worked for both questions –trainer and ghost-, but he said it a bit too harshly, then regretted it as the pet flinched. This almost was enough to send the colors that formed them into a prism.

Orfeu wanted to beat himself for it now the pet really doesn’t need to see him angry. He is the last person he can interact with and… He should at least be kind. He didn’t have to help, it wasn’t his problem but… he decided to do it so now it was his problem. They seemed to stabilize a little bit after a moment.

“See? He is high!” the lady repeated.

“…He looks sick” A worker from the store suggested, trying to de-escalate the situation.

“Please. You can’t cling to them forever. I know is scary but… But nothing can hurt you anymore.”

He offered a hand, a bit hesitantly. He hated hated hated being touched by the ghosts but… they needed the warmth. Those lost eyes carried only fear and loss and pain. They deserved a little bit of warmth, just this once.

The ghost hesitantly leaned forward… and let their hands touch, just slightly. Their eyes lit up as they felt… touch. Real, solid touch, like they hadn’t felt since… Who knows? They got a bit too excited and jumped on them, craving a hug… eyes absolutely glimmering with joy. Their colors stabilized so much they almost looked like a human again. Orfeu gasped, but tried to stay still and let them.

The touch wasn’t nearly as nice on his side. It was only half-real. And it was like ice. A shiver ran through his spine, color drained of his face and all his body feeling cold.

“What the hell? Is he having a stroke now?” noise of people around him. Someone threw a… table towel over his shoulder. He didn’t move. The trainer seemed to be on the phone.

“E-e-enough” he said, teeth clattering. The ghost backed down, and stared at him, horrified.

“D-did it… caused this?”  their eyes widened, they blinked in and out of reality “is…is it…really…?”

“…Is fine… Y-your suffering has ended. The worms have been fed. You can rest” he said, trying to keep his head in place, make sense of his own thoughts “You… you remember your name?”

“It… It has a n-number….006778… b-but n-name…” they looked down, at their hands, multicolored, multi-dimensioned “No… it-it doesn’t. I-it d-desn’t… have one”

They cast a terrified look to the trainer, who was somewhere on the back, still on the phone. There is people moving around them awkwardly too, discussing something. Someone seems to be making a video.

“Kid are you okay?” some employee was kneeling in front of them now, their image somewhat merging with that of the ghost.

“I’m fine. Let’s get out of here. I’ll help you, I promise” Orfeu says, clutching the table cloth to retrieve his warmth faster, as the worker frowns, confused “I can go and ask for your files. If you feel like you need this to… to go on.”

“..G-go…w—where?” they asked again, tear streaming down their ghostly face.

“Kid, you don’t look okay. You need some water?” the worker’s voice is less real than the voice of the ghost now, and it doesn’t matter.

The pet lifted their eyes, glimmering and fearful. The people around them were closing in, so despite having nearly no heat left… they grabbed the pet’s arm and pulled them up, before they became too un-real to be held.

They walked out of the store, despite protests of the people around him. He couldn’t force the pet to follow him but… Luckily they did. At least they wouldn’t spend years tied up to the asshole trainer-guy until the man died too… And then wander alone forever wondering when the punishment would end.

“…I… I don’t know” Orfeu admitted, frowning “…Back home I guess. Same place where…. Where you were before you were born.”

“D-d-darkness” the ghost whispered, now not even bothering to… walk, just floating behind them “t-t-that’s what… was…”

“…And rest. Isn’t… Isn’t that right?” Orfeu asked, uncertain. People on the street now being disturbed by the weird teenager talking to fucking nothing, drapped on an ugly table cloth, half-running away from the diner.

The ghost didn’t answer, letting their head hang low.

“T-they… T-t-the t-t-rai-ner w-was p-punishing it… i-it thinks” they said, after a while, as Orfeu led them into less populated streets “i-it… i-it…r-reme-member… a… n-needle a-and… p-pain…. A-a lot o-of … pain… i-it c-couldn’t… h-handle i-it…b-but t-trainer s-said i-it ha-had too…”

“…But you really couldn’t.”

“I-it… really couldn’t”

Orfeu looked over their shoulder wondering if someone had followed them. Apparently not… But looking back wasn’t a good think for an Orfeu to do, he reminded himself. Only forward.

“You… You know you are outside now? It’s… It’s no longer the white hallways”

“I-is it?” they clutched the hands to their chest, looking around… and seeing for the first time, it seemed “Oh!”

“See… It’s… It’s not so bad now, is it? You like the flowers?”

“T-they… are pretty…” they nodded then closed their eyes, letting their non-body fall down on the floor, sitting crossed-legged.

“It… It is tired” they said, stopping, in the middle of an empty street, looking at the sun, and the houses and the flowers “I… I am tired”

“…You… You can rest now” he stopped too, looking as the ghost’s shape was less and less visible, a glimpse of foreign color under sunlight “I’ll… I’ll find were you are and leave you flowers.”

“I… I think I will” they stared a little longer “C-can you hold me? Just another moment… please? If… If you are not too cold”

He nodded and opened his arms again, giving the poor ghost a sad smile, sitting on the floor with arms opened. The ghost leaned into him, a sad, but peaceful expression. Acceptance.

They slowly faded, this time, for real. The ghost was un-made, leaving Orfeu alone, shivering on an empty street, despite the blazing hot sun, wrapped on an ugly table cloth of a dinner they could probably never go back into.

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