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silly-inky · 2 years ago

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My Princess Peach headcanon's

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Peach is a bit of an artist, and loves to paint, I like to think she makes the paintings in her castle. So sometimes she’ll grab Toad or one of the Mario brothers to be the subject of her paintings, Toad has been doing this for years, so has grown quite fond of it (he once asked her to paint him very muscular as a joke, now that painting lives above his fireplace at home, it’s his pride and joy, of course next too the very first painting she made of him when they where just kids).

Mario finds it flattering but can’t sit still doing nothing for too long, it drives him mad, so he often takes a few reference photos and sends them to Peach.

Luigi is all for it, he likes to dress in different outfits for it, it makes them feel better about themselves, Peach proudly shows off one of them in her throne room, it’s Luigi with a beautiful Blue Sun dress on, in the middle of a field, sat amongst the grass and flowers.

She loves to bake with Luigi, they teach each over new recipes, decorate cakes for her parties together. Luigi is basically her unofficial food taster at this point, he’s personally cooked for her a few times now, and Peach insists on hiring him as her personal chef, She’s jealous he and Mario get to eat like this every day.

Luigi and her are close, he is learning all the responsibilities she takes on, so that he could take on the role of an ambassador of sorts, he wants to help her out since she always overworks herself, and could use the extra help, plus he could keep the kingdom running smoothly when she’s kidnapped again.

They also read books together, preferably action or romance, so if something happens to one of their favourite characters, they call each over, going:“they just killed (character)”, “they did not!”, “girl I’m not lying, turn to page 312, swear to glob” .

Mario is a massive sweetheart, so if she’s sick he’ll run over to her castle with soup in one hand and Luigi in the other (by the ankle) Luigi finishes off the rest of her work, while Mario tends to the Princess, putting on her favourite movies, while tying her hair back to keep it out of her face.

Although she hates being sick, she loves how attentive Mario gets, and takes full opportunity to snuggle up to him on her bed wrapped in many, many blankets.

She tends to not let her anger get the better of her on the rare occasion someone manages to push all of her buttons. So she has a private gym to punch out her emotions, and scream, it’s so she can be as loud and as violent as she wants. Lost a few good punching bags that way. It's also less hastle then activating the obstacle course all over again.

She was trained from a young age, and although she may look small and dainty to the untrained person, or one that doesn't know her well. But she is very capable of protecting herself, she knows how to pick locks, untie ropes, pleanty of survival training and first aid.

She knits and crochets in her spare time, making jumpers and blankets for the homeless or people in need, she of course has programs set up to help out her people, and they are very successful, but she also knows donations are important, especially after hearing the Mario brothers experience being in those programs and eventually being in the system as well.

Mario and Luigi help out, Mario loves carpentry so will make toys and puzzles for the kids, Luigi makes stuffed toys and regular day clothes, they both make large amounts of food to donate, and discount their plumbing services for the people in the programs (yes they set their plumbing business back up).

Luigi also volunteers to teach the kids on some days, Mario occasionally joining him when he has the time. Peach funds all of it, making sure they have the right materials, and food, and will always insist on taking food home.

When Bowser is more casual with Peach he’s actually alright, he never try’s to harm her anyways, when he’s really busy she takes on babysitting the kids, as she does enjoy her time with them, but prefers that they just call her Peach, she enjoys having them around, playing video games with them, listening to Ludwig’s music, letting Wendy do her makeup, drawing with Jr, playing with Lemmy. They all have a special place in her heart.

Princess Peach can speak many languages, she was thought it would be much more convenient if she learnt the languages herself instead of having a translated when talking with other kingdoms that did not use English, or even words sometimes.

Peaches Dad, King Toadstool, is still around, but is very ill so he can’t do much for his kingdom anymore, as even getting out of his bed is a very strenuous process for him. This is why Peach is still a Princess and not a Queen, in title anyways, but she has taken on the role of Queen.

Peach loves her father dearly so she had computer monitors installed on his wall, so he can still watch over his people in one way, and watch her and her friends have fun. The cameras are in the more populated areas, such as the stadium, in toad towns market street, and the throne room, but only looks at that if he has the express permission of his daughter, as she has meetings in their and he does not want to intrude.

Often enough when Peach is kidnapped or missing and it was one of the more covert missions, he is the first too notice and report it to the Bros. He loves the Mario brothers, for not only helping out and saving his kingdom multiple times, but also being their for his daughter in her time of need, he has given Mario his blessing to Marry Peach, as he has seen their interactions together and knows all too well that they pine for each over.

Peach will visit his room every day at lunch time and eat with him, sometimes she brings the others, most of the time she’s on her own, Toadworth also visits him a lot which brings her comfort, knowing that his best friend is still around to talk to him.

( MTF Peach headcanon) Peaches mother died in childbirth, which devastated the King and the Kingdom so she was a lovely woman and an even better Queen.

This however did not stop the King from raising his child to the best of his abilities, along with his best friend, and co-parent, Toadsworth, so when they learned that the little Prince, wanted instead to be a little Princess, they did all they could for her, they had their best mages research ways to help her out with her transition, which was mostly made up with permanent spells.

Still he was glad that his daughter was happy, but know even more worried to the fact that he didn’t know where to begin in teaching her how to do stuff girls do, so he scheduled play dates with Princess Daisy, and even had Queen Bean help out, and Toadworth took on teaching her the more well, royal boring side of it.

And how did Peach come up with her name? Actually her father did, she still wanted her father to name her, so he went with Peach, it described her perfectly, fair, delicate, sweet, pink, and her mother favourite fruit.

He looks at the woman that Peach has become and can’t help but cry a little, she is almost the spitting image of her mother, sweet and caring, a long with his determined attitude, he couldn’t be more proud of the wonderful young Lady his previous Peach has become, and believes no doubt, that her mother is watching over her, and is no less proud than he is.

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Rosalina is next (may take longer because it didn't save what I made for her)

#super mario #mario bros #princess peach #princess peach nintendo #princess peach is a boss as bitch #peaches peaches peaches peaches peaches #trans headcanon #mario x peach #mareach #my headcanons

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sinfulstarskitten · 2 years ago

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BP House 4

After a serious cold shower, you dress up in a pair of sweats to head down to breakfast

You don’t bother putting on boxers, knowing they’d come off at some point during the day anyway. Why not have easy access?

You walk into the kitchen hoping for a light morning snack but damn you find a whole ass meal instead.

Jennie, dressed in a white button down, has Jisoo bent over the kitchen counter, hands tied behind her back, cheek pressed against the cold marble. The sexy woman is dressed in a silky red nightgown, no bra but lace red panties.

“Good. I was waiting here for a while wondering if you’d show up. This darling needs a punishment.”

Jisoo chuckles darkly. “Why? Cause I teased you last night? Wasn’t that what you do to me all the time?”

Jennie shoved Jisoos face back into the counter, eyes darkening. “I’m the master here. You follow my orders.”

“What can I say.” Jisoo sends me a wink. “I’m a rebellious one.”

You noticed from the way Jennie but her lip that the girl was turned on by the elders disobedience. But she just spanked Jisoos exposed ass hard and pinned her to the counter with her knee. Jennie looked at you darkly as she said.

“You’re gonna fuck her from behind, in this same position, while I finish my breakfast you’re not gonna let her touch herself. You will follow my orders no matter what she says, and you will be merciless, got it?”

You gulp. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy.”

You replaced Jennie with your own body, making sure Jisoo can’t escape the lewd position. Jennie sits down on a bar stool, pouring herself some cereal and a glass of wine. You look down at Jisoo nervously, eyes lingering over her hiked up nightdress, showing off her perfect ass and sexy underwear.

“You’re okay with this right?” You bend down to murmur in Jisoos ear.

She laughs. “Darling this turns me on so much I could come right now.”

Jennie smiles a bit at that, then returns to her usual bitch face. “How about you start by removing her underwear. I want to see her ass turn red as her gown when you spank her.”

You swallow thickly and nod, slowly pulling down Jisoo’s underwear to reveal her thick buns. You look down at the underwear in your hands and find it wet. Jisoo wasn’t kidding when she said she was turned on.

“You can keep it.” Jennie smirks.”I’ll have u jerk off to it later.”

You nod and pocket your treasure. Then, you slowly push back her nightgown to her waist, exposing her full ass in all its glory.

You can’t help but run your hand over the smooth flesh, giving it a light squeeze. They mounded under your fingers like bread dough.

“Good, now give each cheek a hard slap." Jennie's voice drips with sadistic pleasure. "As many times till I order you to stop. I want her screaming for mercy by the end of it."

You can't help but be aroused by Jennie's words, and you know Jisoo was feeling it much better than you were. You gave her perfect cheeks another squeeze, before letting your palms come down in a harsh slap. Jisoo lets out the most erotic whimper, causing your dick to grow hard.

"Again."

You slap her ass again, watching the cheeks jiggle as they slowly turn red. You come down on her again and again, groaning at the sexual sounds and the sight of her cheeks turning bright red, like a ripe peach. You wanna go down and bite at her sore juicy cheeks, but you don't dare disobey Jennie.

Jisoo was moaning like a fucking pornstar this time, and you realise how vocal she is in bed. Her hair sticks to her sweaty face as she looks up at Jennie.

"I'm so fucking wet that I'm dripping down on the kitchen floor." She gasps, grinding her hips against the counter for emphasis. "Please Jennie, let him stuff me."

Jennie sipped her wine calmly. "Beg some more."

"Please princess." Jisoo squirms, trying to meet her ass with your clothed dick. "I'm so sorry for teasing you like that. I was so mean for not letting you come. It was so pleasant to see you whine like a baby for me that I couldn't help it. I know whose boss now. So please, command him to fuck me like the disobedient slut I am."

Jennie bites her lip to hold back a moan, trying her best to keep her expression cold. It was obvious that as a Dom, Jennie was used to being the boss. She was used to fucking her sub maknaes and having them follow her every word. But a switch like Jisoo was difficult. One minute she's under you worshipping your very being, and the next she has you wrapped around her finger. You could see how wet Jennie gets for her when she switches like that.

"Okay." Jennie's voice shakes as she looks you in the eye. "Fuck her like a goddamn animal. She's just a rag doll. Go as deep as you can.

*** Jisoo moans and Jennie shudders. You dont waste a bit of time and spread Jisoo's milky thighs, revealing her literally dripping pussy. Your dick springs up from under your sweats, and without warning or any prep, you shove it into her entrance.

You're not gentle. You go all the way in on the first stroke. Jisoo screams your name, her hands behind her back twisting to get loose. You give her ass a slap to force her to stay still and she moans harder. You're hips pick up a steady and fast rhythm, rutting into her like you were an animal, forcing your dick through her thick juicy walls. You look up when you hear Jennie moan, and turn to see that she was touching herself.

"I should have stayed in Rose's room last night." She whimpers. "But you shoved those tits in my face and told me they were bigger than rose's. I left the poor girl on the edge of her orgasm for you. But you were playing both of us weren't you?" Her eyes darken cruelly. "Pull down the top of her nightgown. Let's see what those melons do when they're pressed against the cold marble."

You obey, slipping the straps from Jisoo's shoulder while you continue to fuck her rough, not giving the girl a moment to protest. You pull the silk down her breasts and bunch up the fabric at her waist. Jisoo hisses as her nipples hit the cold tile.

"You can't touch them like I did last night." Jennie pouts. "You can't even rub them on the counter with how tight she's holding you down. You're just our little play thing. Look at your body, all limp and helpless. Oh its a delicious sight from here."

Jisoo almost screamed, with your merciless thrusts and Jennie's bittersweet words. You spread Jisoo's legs all the way so you could go deeper inside her.

"So fucking big." Jisoo's eyes roll back and her tongue pokes out of her mouth. Her ass jiggles and her boobs press against the counter. "Oh oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Jisoo's moan is beautiful as her voice on stage as she comes all over your dick, giving you a newfound satisfaction. You ride out her orgasm, relishing the wet squelching sounds your cock made as it drilled into her. You can fit your entire length into her now, all the way to your balls.

"I'm close Mommy." You hiss. "I can feel it."

Jennie's grin turns cruel as she gulps down the rest of her wine, and walks towards you. She hikes herself up onto the counter, leaning back to lay next to Jisoo as the girl you were fucking senseless frowned.

Jennie sexually unbuttoned her shirt, showing off her big juicy breasts. Your mouth watered. If the maknaes were fat little cherries, the unnies here were fucking fat melons.

"Pull out of her baby."

You freeze at her words and Jisoo gasps.

"No Jennie no! You know how much I've been wanting this! I've been waiting to be filled with cum for a year! Please, don't do this."

"I said." Jennie looks at you darkly. "Fucking. pull. out."

Your hips slow and you pull out hesitantly, causing Jisoo to whine, tears slipping down her face. You jerk as a surprise second orgasm from Jisoo coats your dick just as you pulled out, causing you to understand just how much this turned her on.

"Now, come on my breasts baby." Jennie gives her girls a seductive squeeze. "Paint my tits with your thick hot cum."

You obey, her words instantly causing you to shoot your cum all over her boobs. You're mouth waters at the sight, how your seed thickly coats her soft round flesh, like iced donuts, how they drip down her nipple onto her flat stomach. You came harder at the lewd imagine, covering your Mommy in ropes and ropes of thick cum. Jisoo watches in utter jealousy, rubbing her thighs together while the sticky sounds of her orgasm resonate from the room.

Once you were done, Jennie laughed at the sight, running a finger up her stomach to catch some of your cum. She has her eyes on Jisoo while she licks it up.

"So yummy." She giggles, before shoving that same finger into Jisoo's mouth. The older girl sucks on it desperately.

"You've learnt your lesson now haven't you Unnie?" Jennie smiled. "Now do you want your reward."

Jisoo raised an eyebrow. "Another lick of his cum?"

Jennie laughed. "Oh its so much better. Let her go, Y/n."

You slowly back off from Jisoo and she stands upright. You notice the bruises on her sticky thighs from how they rammed against the counter.

"Climb on top of me." Jennie whispered. "Then lick and suck the cum off my breasts till your full baby."

Jisoo moans, not wasting any time before crawling on top of the younger girl. She rubs her ass against Jennie's thighs, before leaning down to lick a stroke from her nipple to her collarbone, making Jennie shiver.

"You're doing great honey." Jennie bites her lip. "How does my baby boy's cum taste?"

"Like heaven." Jisoo moans against Jennie's chest, sucking on the round plump flesh.

"You're done here sweetie, go get some rest." Jennie's eyes meet yours for a moment before Jisoo distracts her again with her tongue. You grin, giving the cheeky girl another slap on the ass before heading out of the kitchen. You grab Jennie's cereal on the way, munching as you head up to your room, imagining your next sexual fantasy.

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years ago

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Here we go again, my September fic rec list 🍂 as always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes.

Make sure you give these incredible writer’s some love and reblogs because they deserve the damn world! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💖

Bucky Barnes

*The match by @babyboibucky (CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Toxic love by @gogolucky13 (70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!f!Reader, 70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!f!Reader x 70spornstar!Sam Wilson)

*Stark hub: The soldier by @world-of-aus (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

*A scarred enigma by @tuiccim (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

Three and an infinity by @thefallenbibliophilequote (Bucky x Reader)

*Take my breath by @buckycuddlebuddy (dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader)

*Bride of soldat by @vampy-doll (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Remind me by @navybrat817 (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Bonnie & Clyde 2.0 by @little-diable (Biker!Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Lure by @bccky (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

*Personal trainer by @buckybarneschokeme (PT!Bucky x reader)

Undercurrent by @trashmenofmarvel (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Over & over by @mrwinterr (Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader)

Selfish by @metalbuckaroo (dbf!bucky x f!reader)

Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers ✨

Don't you want me by @summerofsnowflakes

Loves eternal kiss by @jobean12-blog (Stucky x reader)

Sam Wilson ✨

What you wanted by @honeysugarcoves (semi-dark!sam wilson x reader)

In a garden of wilted flowers by @ambrosiase (sam wilson x fem!reader)

Tangled (in these sheets, in your arms) by @babycap (sam wilson x fem!reader)

Andy barber ✨

My sanctuary, you're holy to me by @jamalflanagan (Andy Barber x woc!reader)

Easily distracted by @jobean12-blog (Andy Barber x reader)

Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers / Sam Wilson ✨

Come to and agreement by @swtbbybarnes (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x reader x Sam Wilson)

Jake Jensen / Andy Barber ✨

*A different kind of love by @river-soul (Alpha!Andy x Omega!Reader x Beta!Jake)

Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers / Billy Russo / frank Castle ✨

The Geneva bed and breakfast convention by @tuiccim (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo)

Ransom Drysdale / Ari Levinson ✨

A very bad idea by @the-iceni-bitch (Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP) x Ari Levinson)

Ari Levinson ✨

A promised threat by @geminixevans (CEO!Ari Levinson x Black Reader)

Steve Rogers ✨

Where he belongs / don't f*ck with the queen by @angrythingstarlight (Beefy Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader)

*Always on my mind by @the-iceni-bitch (dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!reader)

Eucharist by @mypoisonedvine (priest!Steve Rogers x reader)

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18 (Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader)

*After the rain by @sweetlyscared (King!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader, one sided Bucky x Princess!Reader)

Fill me up by @jtargaryen18 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Subtitles by @holacia2 (Steve Rogers x Spanish speaker!reader)

*Time to run by @syntheticavenger (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Ransom Drysdale ✨

*Exposed kisses by @holacia2 (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

Sweater weather by @jobean12-blog (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

Lee Bodecker ✨

Please me by @gogolucky13 (Lee Bodecker x f!Reader)

Chris Beck

Quitting time by @navybrat817 (Chris Beck x female reader)

Andy Barber / Ari Levinson ✨

Peach by @geminixevans (Ari Levinson x Black Reader x Andy Barber)

Andy Barber / Frank Adler ✨

*Moments silence by @syntheticavenger (Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader)

Andy Barber / Ransom Drysdale ✨

The deals we make by @river-soul (Andy Barber x Reader x Ransom Drysdale)

Andy barber / Ari Levinson / Ransom Drysdale ✨

*Necessary arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

Curtis Everett ✨

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork (Curtis Everett x reader)

#fic recs #september fic recs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #andy barber #ransom drysdale #curtis everett #jake jensen #lee bodecker #sam wilson #ari levinson #chris beck

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omnipointmuses · 2 years ago

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Mobile Canon Must List

Undertale/Deltarune Muses-

Frisk

Alphys the (Ex)Royal Researcher

Undyne the Head Guard

Toriel Dreemurr

Asgore Dreemurr

Snowdin Shopkeeper

Muffet

Catty

Bratty

Noelle Holiday

Berdly

Gravity Falls Muses-

Pacifica Northwest

Wendy Corduroy

SVtFoE Muses-

Hekapoo

Shifter!MLP Muses-

Twilight Sparkle Dragon Brat Booty

Applejack Farmgal Fertilizer

Rainbow Dash Wolfess Chow

Pinkie Pie

Fluttershy

Rarity

Princess Celestia

Princess Luna

Queen Chrysalis

Mrs.Cup Cake

Maud Pie

Vinyl Scratch

Octavia Melody

Ms. Harshwhinny

Mayor Mare

Sonic Muses-

Rouge The Bat

Sonic the Hedgehog

Tails The Fox

Amy Rose Bunny Milf Mulch

Tikal the Echidna

My Hero Academia Muses-

Habuko Mongoose

Toru Hagakure

DC Muses-

Raven/Rachel Roth

Jinx

Starfire/Koriand'r

Blackfire/Komand'r

TAWoG Muses-

Nicole Watterson

Misc Muses-

Helen Parr/Elastigirl

Violet Parr/Miss Disappear

Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9

Lord Dominator

Astolfo/Rider of Black

Enid

Tom Nook

Miss Kobayashi

Samus Aran

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Muses-

Angel Dust

Stolas

Octavia

Moxxie

Millie

Adventure Time Muses-

Finn the Human

Fionna the Human

Ice Queen

Susan Strong

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline the Vampire Queen

Steven Universe Muses-

Amethyst

Pearl

Naruto Muses-

Sakura Haruno

Hinata Hyuga Cocked by a Console

Rwby Muses-

Yang Xiao Long

Nora Valkyrie

Neopolitan

Legend of Zelda Muses-

Midna the Demi-Imp

Link, The Hero of The Wild

Kass, The Wandering Minstrel

Super Mario Muses-

Princess Shroob Lucina's Thunder Thighs

King/Queen Bowser

Wendy O’ Koopa

Princess Rosalina A pair of teal boxers

Princess Peach Princess Ass Padding

Princess Daisy Lucina's Wobbling Tits

Mayor Pauline Dilf Booty

Petey Piranha

Aggretsuko Muses-

Fenneko

Haida

Helltaker Muses-

Malina, The Sour Demon

Zdrada, The Bitch Demon

Judgement, The High Prosecutor

Lucifer, The CEO of Hell

#ooc #mobile muse list

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lizadale · 4 years ago

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here, have another 3000 words of nonsense. now with 100% more bats

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You end up staying in your room instead of going to dinner.

You sit out in the rain until the storm passes, and you can’t believe you almost didn’t do this. Sitting on your rooftop during a downpour was one of those things you did for comfort while the Chaos Heart was dragging you, so you’d started associating it with sickness. Dimentio had originally seen it that way as well, and said it as many times when he first noticed you doing it, describing it as ‘something sick animals do.’ Apparently he doesn’t think that way anymore, only that sitting in the rain is a thing you’ve always done since he’s known you, and he doesn’t see any reason for you to have stopped.

You wish you could pocket the rain here. It’s relaxing and much warmer than the rain that falls in your forest. Because you’re in one of the suites on the top floor, you can lean back against the railing and watch the clouds ripple over the island, and once it lets up a little Dimentio crawls out and sits against you. He seems content just to quietly take up space with you, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

When it stops, you pick him up and force him to drink some water from the tap to combat the alcohol, and then you manhandle him into the shower. He doesn’t fight you at all, except to insist you turn the water all the way to the hottest setting, which you refuse to do in case it irritates his burn (and any other burns besides the one on his foot, which you may have missed).

“There’s a jacuzzi upstairs where the pool is,” you tell him. He still doesn’t complain even when you join him sitting in the tub and start scrubbing all the loose sand out of his hair. “I bet you’d like it. You don’t have to ever put your head under.”

He seems to be mulling over the idea. He lets you wash his hair, and you learn that he secretly does like having it played with, despite him declining Mimi’s offer to do so almost constantly. You’re a huge fan of the way he hums in pleasure when you ease out the tangles or scrub behind his ears.

“Leave it down,” you plead as you’re drying him off.

“Whatever,” he says. “It will be humid out, though.”

That’s when you text your brother asking him to just bring you something when he goes out with Peach. You can see the telltale signs of Dimentio starting to nurse a headache, and you don’t much feel like going anywhere else tonight. The message shows up ‘Read’ but Mario never responds, which usually means an affirmative.

Daisy has texted you several times. Initially they’re short messages of her bitching about her chancellor, ‘no fun allowed!!’, etc—the more recent messages are just an array of frowning emojis. She sends another one once she sees you’ve read them, this one with a picture of said chancellor with his back turned to the camera but judging by his posture he’s actively bossing people around the palace. It comes with the caption, “photos taken 10 secs before i break faces w/ a baseball bat.”

“Don’t do that. You’ll get stuck there for the funeral,” you message her back. “And also probably arrested.”

“i’d love to go out on the lam tbh. easier than princessing. you like to house convicts right”

You snicker. You knew Daisy would have trouble getting away from her duties on such short notice, but you’re anxious for her chancellor to lighten up and let her visit.

You put your shoes on and leave for a moment to go fill up the ice tray, and when you come back you pause at the door, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You didn’t notice before, but after leaving the space and returning there’s the distinct notion of more than one presence in your room.

Hotel Delfino is haunted; you already knew that the moment you approached it. A group of boos hang around in the casino area on the bottom level, there’s an old couple that haunts one of the rooms on the third floor, and there’s an elusive spirit whose presence frequently dips in and out of the lobby (you haven’t met them yet, but they feel neutral). The boos are only mischievous and like to cheat people in the casino (which is why the hotel staff was leery seeing you come in; they’re probably afraid you’ll try to kick the boos out and lose them money) and you’ve met the old couple already. But this feeling is neither a boo nor the ghosts in room 309.

No, you think you didn’t notice this presence because you’re so used to feeling it come and go in your house. You’re only shaken that you missed it somehow, despite spending a good three hours in the room now.

You go in and shove some ice water at Dimentio, and then you grab his travel bag from the foot of the bed.

“Can I help you?” he drawls, as you rummage through his belongings.

You turn the bag over and give it a strong shake. Some clothes and a couple books fall out, followed by an annoyed, screeping bat.

Dimentio jumps three feet off the bed and stays in the air, startled. “Ex-excuse me?!” he hisses. “I did not pack you!”

“I packed me,” Antasma supplies, shaking himself out and giving you a nasty look for outing him. “Because I knew you vouldn’t.”

You glare right back at him. This isn’t a welcome surprise, and you want to make sure he knows it.

“Why are you here,” Dimentio demands. “I do not believe this room allows for pets.”

“Vell, I saw the two of you packing,” Antasma says, flapping over to hang upside-down on the curtain rod. “But I missed either of you talking about it, and I didn’t know vhere you vere going or how long it vould be before you returned…”

“What,” you say, “were you going to be lonely without us?”

To be fair, Antasma has exclusively been hanging around Evershade since he followed you home from Pil’lo Isle—and King Boo isn’t what you’d call stellar company. The ghost and the bat tolerate each other, but they regularly butt heads because of moral differences.

“No,” the bat says flatly. “I vas going to be hungry.”

Dimentio is indignant. “You could not have simply flown into Toad Town and preyed on dreams there?”

“They vould notice. And I feared the princess might send somevone after me. Then I heard her voice not long ago, so I suppose that fear vas unfounded. Vhoops.”

“Whoops,” Dimentio repeats angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose and finally landing back on the bed. “In any case, if you are going to snack on everyone in the immediate vicinity, do so outside of our room. Is nothing sacred? …The tap here is—” He swivels the cup of water, unamused.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” you say quickly, glad to derail the conversation. “The tap here sucks. I’ll find you some bottled.”

“And an ibuprofen.”

“And an ibuprofen,” you agree.

His buzz never outlasts the fallout; you really wish alcohol didn’t move through him like water. It might be more energy-effective for you to just get him another cocktail, but if you bring him another you think he might make you sleep on the floor.

You slide open the balcony door again, and snatch Antasma from the curtain rod on your way out. He automatically sinks his teeth into your forearm, shallow enough to be considered a warning but still deep enough to make you hiss in pain. You close the glass door and jump over the edge of the balcony into the still-damp garden below, spooking the vender at the stall closest to the hotel.

“Bottled water?” you request.

The noki at the stall quickly slams a six pack of pricey-looking artesian water on the counter and shoves it toward you, looking afraid for her life.

You wave your wallet placatingly. “I’m not robbing you!”

“You jumped off of the roof!” she accuses.

“I’m sorry! I was in a hurry!”

“It vas the fifth floor, anyvay,” Anatasma corrects her, finally dislodging his fangs from your arm.

The poor girl looks like she might faint seeing the large, talking bat, so you just take the pack and leave some money on the counter and hope it’s enough to cover her therapy.

You settle on one of the benches in the garden, glad that the area is mostly deserted because of the lingering wetness. “Ok. So.” You glare down at the blood on your arm. It’s not bleeding badly, just slowly approaching the surface of your skin. Antasma is nothing if not very precise and controlled with his fangs, but that doesn’t make it less painful.

The bat moves to perch on your shoulder. His claws dig in a little, and you scratch irritably at the needle-point holes in your arm. “I am assuming, since you vanted me out of the room so badly, that you still haven’t told him I have been living off his dreams.”

“No, uh. It hasn’t really…come up?” you try.

Mostly because if Dimentio is going to go back on his word and murder you for any reason, it would be finding out that Antasma has been using him as a food source, and that you’ve known it’s been going on for months and never said anything. Up to this point, you’ve let Dimentio formulate the assumption that Antasma’s been feeding off of you—in reality, the bat can’t eat your dreams because they’re ‘too potent’ and ‘make him sick.’ So the idea was: Antasma can do what he wants as long as he never says anything about it.

If you’d said something at the start, it wouldn’t be so bad. But Dimentio finding out you’ve been withholding someone using him for so long…well. It might ruin the mood of your trip a little.

“I can’t believe you hid in his luggage,” you sigh. “I mean, it was really funny, but also what the heck, Antasma?”

“It vas an impulse,” the bat huffs. “He’s been out of the house for vork a lot, and then he vas packing and I may have panicked.”

“Ok, well—”

“He’s not dumb. He probably already knows. Vhere is this, by the vay? Not close enough to fly back, I suppose.”

“Uh, yeah, we’re on an island miles away from mainland. If you just—”

“I vasn’t planning on staying in the room all day. I am not interested in voyeurism. You came back suddenly, and I missed my chance to leave.”

Your face colors.

“If this is a vacation spot, I can find plenty of dreams here,” he says. “But call me back before you—”

“It’s not a big deal!” you snip, because really if he leaves the hotel entirely it would be more suspicious, and you don’t like the idea of it. “Do what you want. I’ll leave the balcony door cracked, just don’t crowd us. And if you could stop literally stalking my boyfriend so you can chew on his psyche, that would be great.”

Antasma is right, anyway; Dimentio isn’t stupid, and you’re almost positive he already knows. To some degree, at least. But that doesn’t mean Dimentio doesn’t mind, and you don’t like the situation where Antasma feels like he has to follow the two of you around lest he starve to death.

You know Antasma is just trying to get his strength back. He was already incredibly weak when you found him hiding in your attic, and just as he was starting to recover you involved him in your Chaos Heart woes and knocked him back down to square one. The only reason he was starting to recover in the first place is that, according to the bat, Dimentio’s dreams are a coveted source of energy.

“He is Ancient,” he had told you. “His mind is almost as active asleep as it is avake. And he doesn’t remember dreaming anyvay, so I’m not hurting anything. It’s not affecting him. It’s a vin-vin.”

Maybe Dimentio never remembers his dreams, let alone feel it when they disappear. You don’t think that necessarily means they’re up for grabs. Despite that, you let Antasma do as he pleased because he was helping you out at the same time. It’s only now, after all the terrible trials are over, that you feel extremely guilty about it.

“Ibuprofen,” Antasma reminds you in your ear, like some kind of consolation for your trouble. He of course doesn’t even remark on your accusation that he’s a stalker, nor does he seem the least bit apologetic. He genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with his approach.

“Yeah. Right.” You pull out your phone, disillusioned with your whole thought process, and text your brother, “Do you have any painkillers?” It takes a moment for a response. Texting Peach would be quicker, but she likes to talk, and you’re not up for it.

“first aid kit in my bag” Mario replies. “balcony door unlocked”

Well, that’s good news. Since Dimentio wouldn’t let you have any card keys because they would apparently mean he would no longer serve a purpose for you, it’ll probably look weird if you’re caught in the hall taking apart the lock mechanism with a screwdriver.

You walk around to the east of the building, where the room Mario and Peach are staying in is located. They’re on the same floor as you are, just on the opposite side of the hall. It’s easy to tell which one you’re aiming for since Mario has left his swim trunks out to dry on the balcony railing.

“Are you serious,” Antasma says.

“I don’t need your commentary. Don’t make me call animal control.”

You back up several paces so you can get a running start and hope that the people on the third floor don’t see you kick off the corner molding near their window and call the cops. You come up a little short and have to grab the rail with one hand, throwing the pack of waters over so you can pull yourself up. You flinch at the loud impact of the package rolling over the floor.

“If you had just left the vater on the ground—”

“I’m going to lock you in their bathroom if you don’t shut up. You’ll have to explain to Peach why you’re in her room.”

“I personally von’t have a problem telling her I’m stalking your boyfriend because his dreams are delicious.”

Antasma’s conniving methods are a different flavor from Dimentio’s. You hate him.

The sliding door is, as promised, unlocked. You tuck the waters back under your arm and swat Antasma away when he tries to fly past you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you tell him. “Go away.”

He snorts in amusement but complies anyway, flapping out into the dark blue sky and heading up toward the roof.

You grab the bottle of ibuprofen from the first aid kit, casually steal one from each pair of Mario’s socks from his suitcase, and cross the hallway back to your own room before realizing you still don’t have any key cards and your door is locked. You really don’t want to parkour back into your room from the outside. Even without Antasma laughing at your methods, you just don’t have the energy for it.

By way of knocking, you let your forehead fall heavily against the number plate on the door. Half a second later, you stumble across the small entryway of the room as you’re teleported inside, feeling like you somehow phased straight through the door like a ghost.

“What the hell took so long?” Dimentio groans. He’s still on the bed, sitting up against all of the pillows he could find, and flipping idly through the channels on the TV even though he doesn’t stop for long enough to even register what he’s looking at. “And where is Antasma? Did you drown him in the ocean? Tell me you drowned him in the ocean.”

“I didn’t drown him in the ocean,” you admit. "But only because I didn't think of it."

Dimentio scowls, disappointed. You hand him the bottle of ibuprofen. He catches sight of your arm and his scowl deepens. “Where is he,” he repeats, voice low and dangerous.

“I told him to fuck off for a while,” he say, moving your arm out of view. “That’s kind of my fault, I grabbed him with no warning. I would’ve bitten me, too.”

“I don’t care,” he says, dropping the bottle beside him on the bed, forgotten. “Wash that and then come here.”

He seems unwilling to do anything else until you do what you’re told, so you go to the bathroom and hastily run water over the bite. Come to think of it, you should’ve probably gotten some more things from the first aid kit for yourself while you were over there, but now you’re locked out of Mario’s room again until he returns. Oops.

“Here,” he says, aggressively patting the bed beside him when you come back. He has a roll of medical tape in his hands. You recognize it as the stuff he used to wrap his ankles and feet with, back when that was a habit. You sit perfectly still on the bed and let Dimentio wrap the wound. He’s definitely only doing it because he can’t stand seeing you marked by someone other than himself, but you marvel at the domestic nature of the action anyway.

After he ties off the ends, you hand him one of the waters. Then you get up and start snooping around in his bag again.

“Checking for more wildlife, are we?” he asks. Honestly, you were expecting him to throw more of a fit for getting in his stuff.

“Making sure I don’t find any ghosts in here, too.”

“This place is decent,” he warns, “but if you pull King Boo out of there, I am leaving.”

You grimace emphatically. Now THAT would ruin your vacation.

“Seriously, though, what are you doing?”

“I,” you say, finally extracting a hairbrush from somewhere near the bottom of the bag, “am going to brush your hair. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

“You somehow made that sound mildly threatening,” he says, sitting up a little. (You know from experience now that Dimentio is oddly attracted to being threatened by you. Sometimes it’s a little concerning.) “Why should I let you have your way?” He pauses to take a pill and a drink of the water you gave him, and then he stops and looks thoughtful for a moment. “This water is actually very good. Very well!” he declares, scooting forward so you can sit behind him. “I will allow it!”

“Thank Jaydes,” you say dramatically, “I didn’t wanna have to hurt you.”

#dimigi au #my writing

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decayedflower · 4 years ago

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Stranger II

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Pairing: Yang Hongwon x Reader

Genre: Underground rapper!Hongwon, Barista!Reader | angst, fluff

Word Count: 5.6k

Summary: Don’t get attached. This was his number one rule. Attachment means getting hurt. Attachment means vulnerability. You are the only person you can trust. So how could she so easily sneak past and break the walls he had worked so hard to build around his heart when all she is, is a stranger?

Warnings: cussing, some angst, hamin being a noodle

A/N: Sorry this took forever to upload, life happens ya know? Next chapter should be more exciting as the ball gets rolling. Hope you guys enjoy :)

You told yourself that no matter how in love you were with someone, you could detach yourself from your emotions enough so that—should the day come—you could live your life without them.

Looking at yourself now, you admit you’re a little ashamed. You couldn’t stop bawling your eyes out for 2 weeks straight. You guess you didn’t do as good a job ‘detaching’ as you thought you did.

You mentally slap yourself. You once lived your life without him bitch, you can do it again.

It was on a rainy Monday afternoon that you found yourself in bed—cheeto dust on your titties—marathon watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo. Curse Nam Joohyuk. How could a man be so goddamn perfect? He was handsome, funny, loving—and most certainly not a CHEATER.

You sigh and decide that you should probably get up and shower before Hyeri comes home and sees your miserable state. You feel bad worrying her so much. She’s always been way too kind and selfless for her own good.

You grab a fresh set of pj’s and determinedly head to the bathroom. The least you could do was stop moping and try to clear your thoughts of him. For both your sakes.

Just as you finish that thought, you catch sight of the item sitting on top of your dresser. Your favorite hoodie. His hoodie. You scowl and toss it into the trash bin. If only all men were like Nam Joohyuk. The world would be a much more peaceful place.

“Sooo, hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You know how Princess Peach is always getting her ass kidnapped?”

You laugh at the odd question. “I do recall the kidnapping of the Princess Peach ass, yes.”

“Well, it just hit me. Why doesn’t the bitch ever fight back? I mean,” Jin places a hand on his hip thoughtfully, “how is it that she manages to get kidnapped by the same dude every single time? She’s a princess. Shouldn’t she have high level security?”

“Huh. I never really thought about that.”

“How could you not! She has marshmallows for bodyguards. It’s outrageous.”

“Does it really matter?” you ask.

He sounds genuinely offended. “Of course it does. You ever see Daisy getting kidnapped?”

“Well, no but—“

“Besides, isn’t it a little ridiculous how there’s this expectation that Mario has to save her? I mean, he’s not even a prince or a knight, he’s a plumber! An italian plumber! The amount of disrespect is just astronomical considering the lengths he goes to—”

“Seokjin why are we talking about this?” You ask, baffled. You take a look at your workstation and head to the stockroom to get more large size cups. Jin trails behind you, obviously upset with your lack of interest in the conversation.

“It’s a legitimate concern, Y/N. Someone needs to pay attention to these details and it is the duty of I, the consumer, to voice the—whoa whoa whoa, since when do we have oatmeal raisin cookies?!” He screeches mid-rant, staring at a pack of cookies he holds in his hand.

You whip around to have a look, not believing your ears. “What the fuck?”

It’s true. The box of oatmeal raisin cookies sits atop the third shelf, right next to the double chocolate chip cookies.

“The boss sent an email out on Sunday,” Yoongi stands at the doorway holding a box of promotional flyers. If it were possible, you swear tumbleweed would have made its way between the three of you with the silence that follows as you and Jin stare at each other blankly.

“Which,” Yoongi drawls out, “I guess neither of you read.” he states dryly, walking away.

“Who the hell likes oatmeal raisin?” Jin asks defensively. Personally, you couldn’t agree more. Oatmeal cookies on their own were tolerable—it was the raisin part that completely ruined the entire cookie.

“They’re Satan’s spawn,” he scowls, tossing the aforementioned cookie back in the box as if it had personally insulted him. You chuckle and shake your head, walking back to your station with the box of plastic cups.

You start stocking them back up on the counter, making sure it looks neat.

“Hey Jin,” Yoongi calls out from the front of the store, “can you grab that window marker and write out the menu again? The rain washed some of it off.” He says, examining the missing bits of letters, nose scrunched in annoyance.

You could practically hear the way the older boy starts seething at Yoongi’s lack of use in honorifics. The tips of his ears flare a bright red, his eyes wide in disbelief.

“I’M SORRY, COME AGAIN?! I couldn’t hear you over the DISRESPECT.”

Seokjin takes great pride in being the oldest of the crew. He enjoys taking care of the others as if they were of his own blood, you included. He has a somewhat sarcastic sense of humor—but never overbearingly so—always exaggerating his facial expressions and reactions, which you personally find charming. Seokjin is also infamous for his constant dad jokes, the younger ones usually cringing at their cheesiness and have you bending over in laughter. (The other boys beg you to stop egging him on as it only fuels his desire to keep them going.) That being said, Jin is not someone who gets easily irritated. When it comes to certain things, he is just, well, a bit of a drama queen.

You stifle a laugh, watching as Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth, very obviously regretting his choice of words. “Hyung, will you please go rewrite the menu outside?”

“Thank you! Can’t you just do that from the get go? I swear you kids are so ungrateful sometimes. I mean, you all seem to forget how I practically raised you brats—”

“Hyung, please get your ass outside or so help me I will go into that break room right now, clock out, take the longest nap of my damn life and just leave you two out here to die.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, putting his hand up, “I’m going geez. What a drama queen.” He huffs his way to the entrance, shaking his head, marker in hand. “And you guys say I’m the dramatic one.” He scoffs, shaking his head.

Yoongi stands there looking up at the ceiling with his hands on both hips as if silently asking the heavens for a tiny shred of patience.

You snicker behind your hand. You swear hearing those two bicker is your daily source of serotonin.

It’s 3 more hours into your shift when Hamin shows up at the front counter with his signature soft boy smile.

He first visited the cafe during the summer one day back when you had just been hired. The intense summer heat wave had him coming in search of some shelter from the sun and a drink to cool off. The Grind was promoting the seasonal summer drinks and naturally, as a new hire, you tried your best to advertise it. It was only your second day on the job and in your nervous state you sold him a drink that, to just your luck, wasn’t available that day. You apologized profusely afraid that he would turn out to be a Karen, but Hamin had been very sweet about it. He befriended you after that, making frequent visits to the Grind, declaring that he had found a hidden gem.

After talking to him some more you learned that Hamin had studied psychology for two years at a local college before he decided to drop out and pursue his musical career. Of course he didn’t tell you that last part up until a couple of weeks ago, so you had been under the impression that the reason he spent so many hours at the coffee shop was to study for his exams. You weren’t the type of person to pry into someone’s personal life unless they decided to tell you themselves so you never asked. Ever since Hongwon confessed to you that both he and Hamin were working towards becoming musicians, Hamin began to share more about himself to you. He figured that now that the cat was out of the bag, he could be more open with you. Prior to that day, you knew very little about Hamin’s personal life.

“Hey you! You’re back,” you beam.

“Yeah, gotta grind,” he pats his bag for emphasis. “Ha! Grind...” he snorts suddenly. “Get it? Cause we’re at...” he gestures to the shop and laughs to himself. He looks goofy standing there in his bright lavender tie dye hoodie, a big contrast to the muted colors of the walls. His tall lean form stands out like a sore thumb. An Adidas baseball cap adorns his head but it’s so washed out you can’t even tell what color it is—or is supposed to be.

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Oh come on, it was funny,” he says, leaning on the counter.

“It was funny the first couple times Jin said it when I just started working here,” You correct.

“You still laughed though,” he winks at you, making you laugh again. “Anyway,” he straightens up, “Can I get the usual, please?”

You grab a cup and start writing his name. “Just you this time?”

“Nah, my idiot friend is coming but he’s gonna run late so I’ll just order ahead of him.” He sighs, reaching into his pocket in search of his wallet. “How much is it?” He asks, fumbling through a bunch of receipts and cards.

You wave him off. “On the house.”

“No way, I can—”

“Hamin, dude, relax. You do this every time. I keep telling you, discount: friend. Total: zero.”

“You gotta let me pay every now and then. I don’t want your coworkers to think I keep coming here to leech off you…”

“Look, if you were really taking advantage of me, you wouldn’t keep disappearing on me for weeks at a time. Consider it an advance payment for when you finally let me hear a song of yours. ”

“Sorry…” He smiles sheepishly, “It’s a deal then. Thanks Y/N, you’re the best,” he grins. You flip your hair dramatically, playing along.

You make his drink and note that work is slow enough, so you head over to his table instead of calling him over.

You place his drink on the table, “so what’re you working on today?” He looks up and thanks you, taking a sip before he answers.

“A solo project. I don’t have anything now that’s worth listening to though…” He says dejectedly. Admittedly, he’s been going though somewhat of a writer's block.

“That’s okay! I didn’t mean to pressure you. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be glad to give it a listen if you’re still willing to let me. Good music also takes time, right?” You smile encouragingly.

Someone yells out your name before he’s able to respond. You turn at the sound, “Oh hey!” you exclaim when you see your roommate. You turn back to wish Hamin luck on his writing.

“Thanks for the lunch, Hyeri,” you pat your stuffed tummy in satisfaction. “I forgot to prep mine last night so I was honestly just gonna wait until I got home to eat,” you confess meekly.

She showed up during your shift planning to ask you what kind of food you were in the mood for so she could bring it to you, but Yoongi caught on and sent you on your lunch break so the two of you could eat together instead. Min Yoongi was a godsend.

“I knew it! Y/N, you have to eat your meals! Do you know how detrimental it is to your health if you’re constantly working and skipping your meals?!” you cower as she scolds you.

“I know…sorry. I just forgot...” you squeak.

“Ugh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I just worry about you,” she sighs, taking her seat again.

“And I’m so thankful!” you say quickly placing your hand on hers, “I’m sorry you’re always having to take care of me. I’ll work harder so that I don’t become a burden to you. I promise. I haven’t been myself these days but...just give me some time.”

She grabs your hand with both of hers, “Hey. You’re never a burden to me, Y/N. You’re like a sister to me. And I would never put your emotions against you. You need time to heal and that’s okay. Take it at your pace. I will always look after you, no matter what. Okay?”

Your heart warms at her words. You were so grateful to have her for a best friend. You engulf her in a hug and look at the time.

“I should head back. My break is just about over. Thank you for everything, Hyeri. Are you staying? I’ll make you a drink. On the house. You can study there?” you ask.

“Well, I was planning on going to my school’s library, but I guess I could use a drink…” She paused for a moment. “Is Jungkook working today?” She asks, hopeful.

Her crush on your coworker was so amusing. “Unfortunately for you, not today, sorry.” She pouts cutely.

“I’ll make you a green matcha latte?”

“Pretty please.”

You giggle, “Okay, let’s head back then.”

It was a good thing the two of you decided to eat at the chinese restaurant across the shop, so the walk isn’t long. You came here so often that the kind elderly woman who owned the restaurant had memorized your order. You couldn’t help it that their sweet and sour chicken was bomb as hell. What you would give for that recipe.

You’re internally groaning at the thought of having to go back into work when Hyeri stops in front of the entrance and lets out a low whistle.

“Whoa, hey. Which one of your coworkers drives a damn motorcycle?!” She points to a sleek, graphite motorcycle parked on the curb, two cars away from yours.

“Whoa. Uhh...no one, not that I’m aware of. Jin drives a Honda Civic and Yoongi ubers cause of car issues.” You shrug, opening the door. “Must be a customer’s.”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s just me, but that thing is screaming big dick energy.” She says, following behind you. You laugh and smack her shoulder.

“You say that but what if it’s some old bald dude that listens to metal?” You ask, leading her to a table farther in the back so she can study peacefully.

“Well err...hopefully not. I’m just saying whoever rides that thing, I wouldn’t mind riding too. Hell, I could ride all night…” she trails off. You bury your embarrassed face in your hands and try to hold in your laughter so you don’t disturb the customers.

“Oh my god. Stop talking. You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You point at a chair, “Sit here and I’ll bring your drink. Behave,” you warn playfully.

“Yes ma'am,” She winks and points shooter fingers at you. You laugh with a roll of your eyes, heading back to clock in.

“You seem...distracted.” Hamin says, amusement lacing his words.

“Huh?” Hongwon turns at the accusation with wide eyes.

He sighs. “I mean,” he says crossing his arms, “ever since you got here 15 minutes ago, it’s like you keep looking around for...something.”

“So, you’re saying for the past 15 minutes you’ve been watching me like a creep?” He turns his attention back to the music software in front of him. “I told you I don’t swing that way.” he says, clicking random notes on the half-finished project.

Hamin snorts. “Don’t change the subject. What‘s got you so distracted dude?” He asks, slurping up the remains of his drink through his straw.

“The only distraction here is the eggplant sitting in front of me...” He trails off when you enter the coffee shop with your friend in tow. You’re laughing, giving her a smack on the shoulder playfully at a joke she tells you.

Hamin stops his obnoxious slurping when he follows his friend’s gaze. “Ohhhhh!” he grins.

“What?” He snaps. “No ohhhh. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now.”

“I’m not thinking anything.” Hamin brings his hands up defensively. “Brain empty. No thoughts.” He taps the side of his head with his index finger. “Buuuttt if you were so interested you could’ve just asked, you know.”

“And what would I have asked exactly?” He asks with a tinge of annoyance.

Hamin tsks under his breath, exasperated. “Oh come on. I mean Y/N. You wanted to know if she was working. Am I right or am I right?”

“Why the hell would I wanna know that? I don’t even know her. ”

“Hongwon!” He’s caught off guard at the sound of your voice. He internally slams his own head against the table and forces a smile when you approach the table, avoiding Hamin’s gaze.

“Y/N, hey…”

“Hold on, you know each other already?” Hamin asks obnoxiously, “I only briefly mentioned you to him, but you already know his name!” Hongwon shoots daggers at the side of his head.

“Actually,” Hongwon says through gritted teeth, “we talked for a bit when I was on my way out the other day. It would have been rude of me to not introduce myself since she’s your friend.”

“He was even kind enough to walk with me on the way home even though it was raining. Thanks for that by the way, you really didn’t have to do that.” Hamin’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Shit. The smile you give him is so sincere that he almost misses what you say completely.

“Really!” Hamin grins, clearly enjoying the situation. He pats his shorter friend’s head in mock endearment. “That’s so sweet of him! I mean, considering he lives in a completely opposite di—” Hongwon sends a swift kick to his shin underneath the table.

“Fuck!” Hamin rubs the spot and laughs through the gritted teeth. “I mean...that’s sweet of him considering he’s normally so shy.” He growls at Hongwon and plasters a smile when he looks back at you. You probably think they’re both lunatics.

“Right…” You laugh, unsure of what’s happening. “By the way, did you want a drink? I’ll make it for you.” You tell Hongwon.

“Oh, uh yeah I was just gonna get an americano. Let me just—” He starts to stand up and take out some cash when you stop him.

“Are you sure that’s okay?” He asks. “I don’t want to get you in trouble…”

“Don’t worry, I get free drinks and pastries since I work here.” You say.

“And she shares them with me because I’m her favorite customer. Right, Y/N?” Hamin wiggles his eyebrows at you. You laugh and pick up his empty cup.

“Is he always this much of a moron when he comes here?” Hongwon asks, scrunching his face in distaste. You laugh and ask them to wait while you bring them coffee.

Hamin waits until you’re completely out of ear shot before he begins his interrogation.

“You know, for a pair of strangers, you two seem very well acquainted.” He states, eyes narrowed.

Hongwon scoffs. “You know, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this but somehow you have a really punchable face.”

“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you’re a terrible liar.”

“Oh shut up. I didn’t lie. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think I needed to.”

“‘I don’t even know her,’” Hamin mimics.

“I don’t know her. I know her name, that’s it. Not the same thing.”

“So you like her.”

He laughs. “What are you, five? How could I like her? I just met her, idiot.”

“You walked her home.” He says pointedly.

“Part way. I only did it because it was getting late and she’s your friend.”

“Ha! Since when do you care about my friends?”

“She’s a girl, it’s different. If something happened to her because I looked the other way, it’d be on my conscience.”

“You live in completely opposite directions.”

“So what?”

“You wouldn’t even do that for me.” Hamin deadpans.

“Yeah but you’re not a cute girl.” He shrugs, crossing his arms.

“So you think she’s cute!” He slams both hands onto the table, leaning forward to peer into Hongwon’s face accusingly.

“So what? She is cute.” He shoves him away, “that doesn’t mean I like her.”

“Hmm. Okay.” Hamin smirks and leans back in his seat.

“What?” He snaps.

“Nothing,” He says with a look on his face that screams everything but nothing.

Hongwon drags his hands over his face. “You really piss me off, you know that?”

“You may have mentioned that before,” he replies, appearing unbothered.

He’s lucky you decide to come back at that moment. He swears he’d have slapped the smile off his face had he been left alone with Hamin for a minute longer.

You set down the coffee and start to walk back to the counter. “Well, I shouldn’t bother you guys too much so I’ll leave you to it.”

“Wait, Y/N!” Hamin shifts in his seat to face you. “Are you busy Friday?” This puts Hongwon on alert.

“Hmmm...no, I don’t think I have anything going on actually. Why what’s up?”

“You’ve been wanting to hear some of our music for a while now, right? Well,” he loops an arm around Hongwon’s shoulder, “guess who has a gig that night?”

“No way!” You squeal, covering your mouth with both hands. “Wait, but I thought you didn’t have any music that’s finished.” You frown.

“Well, it’s not that we don’t, I just kinda wanted you to hear our new stuff first. But now that I think about it, this is as good a time as any. If you’re interested, a friend of ours is hosting a party and he asked a couple of artists to play for him. It’s at the Henz Club.”

“You mean that scary looking club in Mapo-gu?”

“Scary? I mean sure, some odd looking people hang around there, but they’re all pretty chill for the most part. Right Hongwon?”

Hongwon slaps his arm away. “Right. Well, you’re welcome to come but you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” He supplies. “We’d understand if—oof!”

“Nonsense!” Hamin butts in, shoving his elbow into Hongwon’s side. “You can bring your friend over there if you want, so you don’t have to worry about being alone.” He motions his head in the direction of Hyeri who—not so discreetly��pretends like she hasn’t been trying to make out what the three of you have been talking about for the past 10 minutes.

“Ah, but either way we won’t ditch you after the performance, I promise. How about it?”

Hongwon is still recovering from having the wind knocked out of his lungs and before he knows it, somehow you’re agreeing and Hamin is giving you the details.

“I’m so excited, I can’t wait to hear you guys.” You say cheerfully.

“You should see this guy on stage,” Hamin gestures to Hongwon, “he really puts on a show. Like a true rockstar.”

“You know, you saying that doesn’t make me feel good,” Hongwon says with a frown, sitting back in his chair defeatedly.

“Oh and don’t be surprised if you hear a lot of screaming.” He ignores him, “There’s always a lot of fangirls, especially for Hongwon. They literally come in swarms, it's crazy.”

“Oh my god. Stop. You’re so embarrassing.” He groans, looking away.

“Wow, you’re really hyping him up,” you laugh.

“Ignore him. He’s just saying whatever the hell he wants.”

“No way, it’s really the truth.” He insists, folding his arms across his chest.

“Y/N! We need you in the back!” Yoongi calls out, his head poking out from the staff only door.

“I gotta go. I guess I’ll see you guys on Friday!” You say, waving. “Coming!” You call out, following after your coworker.

Hamin smiles stupidly as you leave. “Isn’t she sweet!”

Hamin and Hongwon hang around at the café for a few more hours until they decide to grab a bite to eat. For the remainder of the time they spent working on their music, Hongwon had not uttered a single word. The most Hamin had gotten out of him was a “sure” when he suggested they get burgers before heading home.

He exits his car, watching as Hongwon removes his helmet to fix the mess it makes of his hair.

Sighing deeply, Hamin leans against the side of his car, hitting the park button on his remote. “Come on, don’t be so cold. How long are you gonna give me the silent treatment for?”

He slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans, dreading to ask but needing to know. “Are you really that pissed off because I invited her?”

Hongwon slips the hollow side of his helmet onto the handlebar and mimics Hamin, leaning against his motorcycle. “Depends,” he says, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket to light one up, “why’d you invite her?”

Hamin considers his answer carefully, shifting his weight onto the other leg. It’s obvious that Hongwon is already upset, so anything he says will probably get him angry anyway. “I was hoping maybe you guys could hit off,” he says at last, deciding to be honest.

In truth, Hongwon isn’t surprised to hear this—he actually suspected it—but it still pisses him off nonetheless. It wasn’t the first time Hamin tried setting him up with someone. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. This was something he had told him countless times and yet, he continues to pull stunts like this.

“I know you said you aren’t looking for a relationship,” Hamin continues when he proceeds to bring the cigarette to his lips without a reply, “but I just think you could at least talk to her and—“

“And then what? We fall in love, get married and ride off into the sunset?” He cuts him off abruptly.

“No, I just—“ he starts to say but stops when he can’t think of how to word it correctly.

“I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking Y/N went through a bad breakup, and so did I. You think maybe the two of us can find the comfort we couldn’t find with our previous relationships, in each other.” He pauses to take a drag of his cigarette.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but that's a load of shit. This idea you have that love can just make me forget about all my trauma, is a load of shit.” Hamin flinches at the sudden aggression in his tone. This really didn’t come across the way he intended it to.

“Guess what, I’m fucked up Hamin!” He continues, raking a frustrated hand through his hair. “I have too many damn issues and I don’t need some chick to try to figure me out or fix me. I told you already, I’m happy with the way things are. I’m not gonna play into your stupid games just because you want to play fuckin’ cupid.” Hongwon scowls, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Hamin keeps his gaze on the ground, frustrated with how easily and accurately Hongwon is able to guess what he’s thinking. He didn’t realize how terrible it all sounded out loud. He racks his brain for something—anything—to say and argue that those aren’t his intentions, but Hongwon is speaking again before he’s able to do so successfully.

“I don’t care if you invite her. Just don’t go expecting anything out of me.”

He nods his head weakly. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, bro…” He says scratching his neck, “I’m not trying to find someone to fix you...” he trails off.

“It’s cool.” He sniffles, the cold air getting to him. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to snap like that.”

Hamin is taken aback for a second, not expecting him to apologize. He kicks the floor with his sneaker, “S’cool.”

“You still hungry?” Hamin asks, afraid that their little spat would create unnecessary tension between them.

Hongwon tosses his cigarette onto the floor to put it out with his sneaker. “Fuckin’ starving.”

You went home together with Hyeri later that afternoon once your shift was over. It was always nice to go home when the sun was setting and the air felt cooler. You loved how quiet the city got, allowing you to simply be one with your thoughts.

Unfortunately for you, today was not one of those days.

You release a sigh as you continue to pretend to not notice Hyeri’s constant fidgeting. “Hyeri, if you want to know so badly just ask already.”

She releases a giant breath as if she had been holding it this entire time. “Oh thank goodness because I felt like I was actually going to die if you didn’t say something soon,” she says grabbing your arm excitedly, like a puppy who was just called over by its owner.

“What were you doing with those two hotties I’ve never seen before?” You couldn’t tell what made her more excited―the fact that she found them so attractive or the fact that you were talking to men other than your coworkers. “Is one of them single?” she stops walking and gasps, “Are they both single?!”

An older lady walking her Chihuahua gives you a scornful look as she passes the two of you and you bring your finger to your lips to shush Hyeri. “Sorry,” she says with a giggle, “but this is huge!”

You pull her along with you to cross the short crosswalk and to the steps of your apartment complex, “It’s not a big deal. Besides, you’ve seen Hamin before.” You say, slipping your house key into the lock and opening the door.

“Okay but, this time there was another guy too. And you guys talked for like 20 minutes! On your shift!” She says, removing her shoes quickly to stand in front of you excitedly. You stop untying your shoelaces to give her a look.

“He’s a friend I made through Hamin. Who is also just my friend,” You tell her slowly as if you were explaining it to a child but you can tell by her smile that she’s not listening. You sigh and slip your work shoes off, putting them in the hallway closet. Hyeri hovers behind you, not wanting to be too pushy but also too worked up to leave you alone.

You stand up straight and turn around. “Okay fine. Hamin invited me to this party,” this already has Hyeri clasping her hands over mouth, “he and his friend are playing a gig for a friend—”

She’s squealing and jumping around before you can finish your sentence. “And they want you there as their plus one! Oh my—”

“But I think Hamin knows about the breakup and he feels bad and that’s why he invited me,” you say quickly. Hyeri stops mid spin to give you an incredulous look. “I mean, they kind of saw the whole thing since it happened at work,” you say glumly.

Hyeri wraps her arms around you when she sees how you deflate at the reminder. “Hey, don’t make such a sad face. You guys have been friends for a while now, right? I haven’t met the guy but I’m sure he invited you because he wants you there and not because he pities you.”

“Sorry. I think I’ve been trying too hard not to think about it so all the negative thoughts are really hitting me now,” you say, resting your head on her shoulder. She always had such a comforting mom warmth to her.

She releases you and gives you a comforting smile. “Do you want to go?”

“Well,” you sit on your bed exhausted, “I actually didn’t know Hamin played music until recently. I’ve really been wanting to hear some of his stuff and apparently his friend does music too..”

“Girl, there’s your answer! Who says you have to spend your days sad and alone after a breakup? If you want to go, go.” She encourages you. She had a point. Although somewhere in the back of your mind, you felt guilty. When Hamin invited you, you were super stoked and set on going but now that you were really thinking about it, you couldn’t help but think of Jaewon.

“I can tell you’re overthinking this,” Hyeri says. “Don’t. You’re a free woman! Free from a man who took advantage of you and didn’t know how to treasure you. Do whatever the fuck you want because it’s no one’s business. It’s not like you’re planning to go sleep around.” She crosses her arms across her chest, “and even if you are guess what, it’s still no one’s business.” She says vehemently.

You pick at your nails and bite your lip. “Okay.”

“Okay?!”

“Yeah, I’ll go.”

She squeals again and launches herself onto you. You land with an oof on your bed, her head barely missing yours by an arm hair. “Oh, one more thing though,” you manage to say from beneath her. “They kind of invited you too.”

Hyeri lifts herself up at this. She stares at you with wide eyes, “what do you mean?”

“I guess they saw us talking together and figured we were friends. Also, they caught you trying to eavesdrop on our conversation.” You tell her.

“Nooooooooooo,” she cries and runs to throw herself onto her bed face flat.

“It was the hiding behind an upside down textbook for me,” you snicker.

“Y/N, please I’m in the middle of dying of embarrassment.”

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