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seobinghard · 1 month ago

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how to fix a broken heart in one day ;

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!reader ✫ wc: 1.5k ✫ genres: fluff, romcom, feel-good, non-idol!au, best friend!au ✫ warnings: none ✫ note: mingi's rich (duh). p1h's keeho mentioned ✫ synopsis: your failed situationship has left your heart shattered into pieces but lucky for you, mingi's good at fixing things.

when you told mingi you ended things with keeho last week, he hears angels sing; a celestial choir celebrating the demise of your situationship. is it evil of him, he thinks, to not feel sympathy for your situation? is it morally wrong that he even feels relief at the news of your failed romantic ventures? for it only means one thing; you're single again. and your broken heart? he'll be the one to fix it.

“mingi, you’re not listening to me. i just told you we broke up,” you bite back a sob, grabbing another tissue from the half-empty box on the coffee table.

‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ plays faintly on the your living room tv, volume on low.

“oh, come here, you big crybaby” mingi coos, opening his arms for you. you're finally mine.

sniffling, you crawl into your best friend’s arms and sink into his embrace, basking in the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his laundry softener mixed with his cologne; fresh rain and green tea; clean and woody. mingi wraps his arms around you like you’re his most prized possession, his hold gentle and firm. there’s a heartbeat against you, a steady rhythm only you can hear through the wool of his grey sweater. for a while, the morning feels less cold and the world far away.

mingi sighs, placing his chin on your head. “you know, for a situationship that only lasted two weeks, do you think you're over-reacting?”

you pull away. “are you calling me dramatic?”

“i thought you said he's a walking red flag?"

“but you see, that's the thing about me. i'm kinda blind, mings,” you sniffle, burying your face in mingi’s chest, “and he just has go and break my heart like that.”

mingi feels his chest tighten at your muffled sobs. does he think you’re overreacting? maybe. but above all else, he hates to see you like this; blue and hopeless. you’re his sparkle bubble and some keeho guy came and popped it. what’s so special about this mf anyway, mingi thinks. sure, he’s very good-looking and successful, but can keeho make you laugh like he can? can keeho list the big three signs in your birth chart? does keeho know your gp's name off the top of his head? as if.

no one knows you better than him. and if no one loves you, mingi's dead.

“hey," mingi mutters, “you wanna go shopping?”

your eyes light up like the lights on christmas day. “now?”

“get dressed, we’ll leave in thirty."

if you were crying over a man an hour ago, that wasn't you.

mingi watches you with a smile as you bounce through sephora with stars in your eyes. he trails closely by your side, a mini basket in his right hand, his left—a canvas for your shade swipes. dior, rare beauty, two-faced; he's got it all on his skin.

"oh my god, they restocked my favourite shade, mingi!" you bounce in joy, holding up the mac lip liner.

"anything you want," mingi smirks coolly.

"for real?"

"did i stutter?"

say less.

cha-ching! two-hundred and ten dollars at sephora. a hundred and ten dollars at aesop. thirteen dollars at crumbl cookie. seventeen-hundred fifty at acne studios. seventy-nine dollars, eighteen cents at barney's. twenty dollars at heytea. fifteen-hundred and ninety dollars at miu miu.

you thought you might've murdered mingi's credit card at this point but he only gives your hair a cute lil ruffle and says, "let's go have a look at the bracelets in tiffany."

you may be clueless but one thing you know for sure is; you don't just buy tiffany for anyone.

"y/n, come here," mingi calls.

there's a foreign tenderness in his voice when he says your name and it makes your heart flutter in anticipation. you've never felt like this about your best friend before.

as you make your way to mingi, you can't help but notice his height, towering over everyone else in the store, broad shoulders visible beneath the fitted black shirt he's wearing. his jet black hair is effortlessly swept back, rimless glasses—the ones he wears while gaming—perched his nose. he balances all your shopping bags in one hand, the other beckoning you to come over. you spot the chrome hearts ring you gifted him for his twenty-third birthday on his middle finger, and your heart skips a beat. rose-pink dusts your cheeks like the first cherry blossom of spring. has mingi always looked this good?

you're starting to wonder, maybe your heart isn't broken to begin with. maybe it's been crying out for attention from the wrong person, when, all along it should've been calling out to...mingi.

oh my god.

the world blurs, and you feel dizzy. mingi's speaking to you but his words only drift around you like smoke, your mind a storm of thoughts. it's only when his hand brushes against your waist that you're hauled back to reality.

"y/n, you alright?" mingi asks, concerned.

his hand is still on your waist. you're about to combust.

"miss, would you like to try it on?"

the sales assistant brings out a bracelet on a turquoise tray. it's a return to tiffany heart bracelet; the one you've always wanted since you were little.

you gasp in awe, "it's so pretty."

you're prettier, mingi thinks. especially when you're your truest self.

"you like it?" he asks.

you nod, smiling, "i do."

your smile. fuck. he wouldn't trade anything in the world for the ability to make you smile like that. money isn't an issue. and if it ever becomes an issue, he's got two kidneys for a reason.

when night falls and it's just the two of you in his car, you finally muster up the courage to ask, "mingi, what are we doing?"

your best friend chuckles, "what do you mean?"

"i know we're best friends but why are you doing all this for me?"

mingi almost chokes on his spit but manages to play it cool, "'cause you're my homeboy, duh. what kinda stupid question is that?"

"mingi, you don't just buy someone a tiffany bracelet," you comment calmly.

you notice the faintest tension in his jaw. mingi is quiet, his focus fixed on the road ahead, the familiar route back to your apartment just five minutes away. silence hangs in the air, thick with unspoken thoughts. you're glad you live downtown because if you had stayed in an enclosed space any longer with mingi, you don't know what you would've done.

mingi stops outside your apartment building and shifts the car into park.

you take this as a sign to leave, unbuckling your seatbelt. "i'll see you—"

"y/n, wait."

mingi swiftly takes off his glasses and pulls you in for a kiss. you blink, swept away by the sudden contact of his lips against yours—soft and sweet like a midsummer's dream. you can hear your heart pounding in your ears as he slowly pulls away, his chest heaving, breath mingling with yours. warmth floods through you in a million butterflies, pooling in your stomach as you regain your breath. the surprise in your eyes mirrors his as you both process what just happened.

"i didn't want it to be like this," mingi finally breaks the silence. his voice is husky, face flushed, eyes wide and glossy like brown boba pearls. "fuck."

your heart is about to leap out of your chest.

mingi takes your hand in his. "y/n, i know it's selfish of me to tell you this now and you can say 'no' anytime if you feel uncomfortable—"

"mingi, please," you whimper. you think you know what he's going to say and it's driving you insane.

"i love you," mingi confesses, his words weighted with confidence and truth. his gaze holds yours as if searching for a four-syllable answer to his sacred declaration.

"like in a homeboy way?"

mingi's face shatters. "are you really asking me this right now? really, y/n?"

"i'm joking!" you burst into fits of giggles before placing a kiss on his cheek. "i think i really, really like you too, mingi bunny!"

though you can't see it, mingi is over the moon at your answer—he'll take 'i really, really like you' any day and pray for the best that one day, 'like' becomes 'love'. but until then, he's fully content to just be in your presence. he's waited this long, what's a few more weeks, month, or years, going to do to him?

"sooooo, can we make out?"

"mingi, get the bags."

"yes, my love."

#mingi x reader #mingi #ateez #mingi ateez #mingi fluff #mingi imagines #best friend!mingi #mingi scenarios #ateez x reader #mingi drabbles #mingi moodboard #keeho #keeho p1harmony

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suhnshinehaos · 1 year ago

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NO REGRETS | l. jihoon

synopsis : the one where you and your college band reunite for the ten year anniversary of your debut album pairing : woozi x gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, band au, angst, maybe some fluff who knows taglist? send me an ask or reply to this post :)

inspired by : fleetwood mac’s silver springs

part one | part two | part three

from reese, with love <3

my current series are all fluff, time to add some angst to the mix hehe will this have a happy ending? will this have a second lead? i don’t know and you don’t know hahaha anyways thank you for reading! as always, i would love to know what you think. all your replies/asks/rbs are much appreciated! hope you’re doing well and taking care!

#🔖 — no regrets!#seventeen x reader #woozi x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen series #seventeen smau #seventeen sm aus #seventeen social media au #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt angst #svt smau #woozi imagines #woozi smau

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peachburger · 2 years ago

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Yeah Mac has sickles in this vers-

I guess this is sorta an AU??? Idk lmao but I’m glad y’all like these fellas(also MKs design is still WIP so in this mini comic that isn’t his official design)

Also Macaque refers to Wukong as Monkey king as everyone does, but obviously the golden fur simian doesn’t enjoy it and tries making him call him by his old nicknames or his actual name since the two were open for each other back then

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months ago

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Someone will decide go make the mistake of getting Luzhen a toy drum set after seeing how much he likes music. Macaque swears when he finds out who it was they'll regret it

Oh yes, It applies to multiple aus Luzhen XD

Luzhen inherited his love of music from his & Wukong's mother Shíhuā. It becomes very obvious around toddlerhood when he's still getting a hang of this whole "speaking" thing.

Why talk if banging sticks on coconuts more fun?

Mac and Wukong think its adorable. At first. Then Luzhen starts making music with whatever and whenever he can. Spoons, sticks, panes of glass, tin cans, etc. Soon the Shadowpeach parents are hearing Luzhen drum on the side of the nursery nest when him and Yuebei are supposed to be sleeping.

Its ultimately Pigsy who figures out (via babysitting) that the little guy just has a rockstar's energy. And gets Luzhen his first ever set of toy instruments. He gets Luzhen a gaudy-looking toy drum kit for his next birthday.

Luzhen treats his toy instruments like they are his greatest treasures. And he jams out on them when he's in a particularly musical mood (which is always).

Wukong thinks its an amazing outlet for his mini-me! Rock on little man!

Macaque vowes vengance for his 6 eardrums. Will wear earmuffs to survive one of Luzhen's "concerts" - he still wants to be supportive of the cub's creativity after all.

MK 100% encourages Luzhen's musical journey. Luzhen likes to drag the older cubs over so that he can perform for them - its the cutest (+loudest) thing ever. Mei has a bunch of recordings of these little concerts where she and MK are cheering like they're at a big irl performance.

#stone matriarch au #the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #post jttw stone egged au #slow boiled stone egg au #lmk sun luzhen #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #shadowpeach being parents #lmk pigsy #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk aus

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nekohime19 · 3 months ago

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Mini Mac # 45 : Lil guy's giant

Monkeys courting. Babies being devils. Sanzang being kidnapped. A normal day.

Wukong didn't like the place they reached. Bramble Ridge, as it was called, was full of mist and odd whispers. The forest was veiled by an aura of deceit that pricked his skin. Nonetheless, Sanzang was tired, and everyone was looking forward to resting. As such, they decided to stop here.

“What are you even afraid of, Monkey? There are no traces of humans, let alone beasts here.” Snorted Bajie, as always eager to mock his elder brother.

“Aren't you being a bit over-precautious?” Tentatively asked Wujing. It was no secret that since Wukong confessed to Macaque, he became even more protective, if it was possible, of his tiny family. Wukong huffed, well as long as he was here, even if the forest was haunted, he could deal with it.

The great sage looked down at his heart-pocket, Macaque and the cubs were resting there, protecting themselves from the cold mist, curled together in a cute pile of fluffiness.

“We stopped?” Asked Macaque. Both cubs peeked from their dad's belly and looked up with wide curious eyes. Wukong cooed at his family.

“Yeah, Ao Lie is making the fire.” Macaque nodded at that, he climbed out of Wukong's pocket, the great sage carefully took him and put him on the ground.

Once they were put down, Savage leaped off Macaque's arms and ran on all-four around the camp, her tiny paws were soon full of mud, same with her tiger skin kilt. She was faster and faster these days. Wukong was excited for when she would try to walk on her own two feet.

“Well, that will be a delight to wash.” Sighed Macaque as he watched her daughter roll around in the mud. Rumble was put down from Macaque's arms too. These days, Wukong and Macaque were trying to make him walk on his own. Rumble looked up at them with a pout, he didn't like to walk on muddy floors, especially when he could be cradled.

“Come on, bud. You can do it.” Encouraged Wukong with a nod. Rumble pouted harder, he looked up at the great sage with puppy dog eyes. He lifted his chubby arms and tried to reach for Wukong, looking cute.

“Mrrp.” Chittered Rumble. And because he knew his parents loved it he added some incomprehensible blabber “waaa.” Contrary to his sister, Rumble didn't blabber a lot, he only did it when he wanted something.

“Awww” Cooed Wukong, he was about to cave to his son's whims but Macaque stopped him.

“Wukong, can you search for food please?” Asked the black-furred monkey with a soft smile. Wukong fur fluffed up and he nodded frantically.

“O-of course! Anything you want!” Squeaked the great sage before scrambling to satisfy his mate's wishes. They were still in the early stages of their relationship where they wanted to do everything the other wished. It was especially the case with Wukong. He became overly clingy. Macaque was more one for words. He was too embarrassed to do this sort of thing in public. But he was whispering honeyed words to the other all night. It began with “You look great today” and before he knew it he found himself writing full stanzas for Wukong.

It's been one week since their confession, and they were both in the thrall of the honeymoon phase.

Macaque crouched down before his son and playfully flicked his snout. “Now you can't use your Pa to get out of this. Come on, blossom, just walk a little.” Rumble sneezed because of the flick and glared at his dad. He pouted harder but he knew his dad wasn't as weak-heated as his pa. The cub let out a grumpy “mrrp” and began to slowly walk on all four.

Macaque cooed at him “That's good! You did good. You need to exercise those lil paws of yours once in a while.” The black-furred monkey picked up his son after a few minutes of crawling and walking. Rumble was pouting, he wiped his tiny muddy paws on his dad's chest.

“Mm, I should have seen this coming.” Winced Macaque as he looked at the pawprints on his chest.

Wukong came back at this moment with a huge pile of fruits, as tall as a pinetree. Macaque sweatdropped, he didn't ask for this much.

“Here I got food!” Proudly chirped Wukong as he showed off his enormous pile. He wanted to impress Macaque!

“You idiot Monkey! What are we gonna do with that much fruit!” Groaned Bajie.

“Eat them, what else?” Huffed Wukong.

“Well at least we're gonna eat well.” Cheered Wujing, always the one seeing the positive.

“Oh, he got dragon fruit too! Nice.” Added Ao Lie with an approving nod.

“Courting monkeys are the worst.” Grumbled Bajie as he pinched his eyebrows.

“You only say that because you have no mate, Piglet.” Mocked the great sage with crossed arms.

“At least I did not pine for litteral centuries.” Sneered Bajie. Both monkey and pig glared at each other.

“Let's not fight!” Interrupted Sanzang, he was trying to reach the lil devil who climbed in his headdress. Recently, Savage decided she wanted to explore Sanzang's headdress. It was big and shiny, and how could she leave it unexplored? Macaque sighed, he could already imagine all the muddy pawprints on the monk's headdress.

“Excuse me, great sage?” All the pilgrims stopped and turned towards the newcomer. It was an old man with a plate of steamed cake. “I am a local Deity of this forest, I welcome you here. But I'm afraid the only thing I have to offer is this plate.”

Bajie reached for the steamed cake, eager to eat them, but he was stopped by Wukong who grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him back.

“A local Deity?” Wukong frowned and scrutinized the old man, his smell screamed demon. “Who do you think I am? Get out of here!” Wukong grabbed his staff and swung it at the old man.

The demon clicked his tongue and transformed into mist, blinding everyone. He whisked away Sanzang and left quickly. Once the mist disappeared the pilgrims looked around and realized their master wasn't here anymore.

“Master!? This demon!” Growled Wukong. Macaque squeezed Rumble tightly, he paled once he realized Savage was on Sanzang's headdress.

“Savage was with Sanzang!” Fretted the black-furred monkey, Wukong paled before tightly gripping his staff, his daughter was in danger.

Meanwhile, Sanzang was transported to a hall with numerous other persons who all pretended to be righteous. They began to talk about poetry and philosophy. “Well, I've seen weirder.” Muttered Sanzang.

The monk grabbed his headdress and picked Savage, the tiny monkey peeked from the monk's fingers and looked around with wonder. “You stay still, alright?” Fretted Sanzang. Savage chirped, excited, and began to pawe at the fingers holding her. She wanted to explore! “Oh boy.” Sweatdropped the monk.

Sanzang managed to gold the tiny cub for one minute. It was an achievement in itself. But then he blinked and she disappeared. The monk yelped and looked around, panicked. He smiled tightly at the man around him talking about poetry and looked for his niece. He found her on the head of someone called Apricot Immortal, a young woman with luminous starlike eyes. Sanzang nervously approached the woman, she beamed at him.

“This is a great day isn't it?” She purred with delight. Sanzang gulped, his eyes darted to Savage, who was pawing at the women's hair. Luckily, Savage was so tiny her paws felt like feathers hitting you.

“Yeah, the greatest of days.” Gulped the monk. The next minutes were one of the most embarrassing of his existence. Clearly the young woman was trying to seduce him, which was already awkward because of his buddhists belief, but he had to pretend to be receptive to get ahold of his niece.

“You know you have great eyes.” Praised Apricot Immortal.

“Thanks. They're natural?” Replied Sanzang. How did people even flirt these days? He pretended to chase a fly and tried to reach for Savage, but she skillfully avoided his fingers and remained on the woman's head. The monk was at the same time frustrated by his niece slipperiness and impressed by her agility.

“You know I've been so lonely in recent years.” Sighed Apricot Immortal. “I long for company.”

“Well, huh, I'm sure you'll find it. Someday who is not today.” Awkwardly replied the monk, he patted the woman's head and grabbed his niece before she could run away. Savage squeaked in frustration. The monk then bid his farewell and walked away, as stiff as a board. He didn't know where he was but he needed to get out of here.

All the other guests began to encircle him, and Sanzang clutched Savage harder, not letting her out of his sight. But before one demon could do something, the roof of the hall was ripped off and a giant monkey made of smoke and shadows peered down at them.

Sanzang paled. Well this has been a great life. Savage looked up at the giant and chirped in delight, she lifted her chubby arms and tried to reach for it.

Luckily, the giant turned out to be Macaque and the demons, who were in truth tree demons, were all dealt with.

“I didn't know you could do that.” Muttered Sanzang as he watched Macaque fret over his daughter. Squishing her cheeks and looking all over her. Wukong was fretting alongside him.

“It's a new thing.” Answered Macaque once he was sure his daughter was fine.

“You should have been there, Master. Wukong became all flustered when Macaque transformed.” Giggled Ao Lie.

“Ao Lie!” Squeaked Wukong with red cheeks.

The pilgrims snickered at their brother's embarrassment.

+ cut scenes

Macaque *worried dad mode* *become giant of shadows*

Wukong : 😳, that's kinda hot

Sanzang *looking at the giant* : 😭 I'm dead

Savage *looking at the giant* : 😆 Dad!!

Rumble *refusing to walk* : I am a precious monkey and I refuse to be dirtied by mud 😤

Macaque : Come on, bud. For dad

Rumble :... I will do it, but only a little

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#shadowpeach #lmk #lego monkie kid #mini mac au #shadowpeach fanfic #lmk macaque #lmk shadowpeach #Rumble and Savage #JTTW #Sanzang being kidnapped again #Savage being a lil devil #Monkeys courting

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bookskeepers · 5 months ago

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the bakery worker - tadashi yamaguchi

a/n: oh boy my first piece of fanfiction (not actually but like in the good ol' tumblr format at least). of course, in honor of my first piece of tumblr fanart, it's with yamaguchi because he's so soft and he would fit this perfectly, i think (and also i hope this happens to me one day since i work at the wfm bakery and lik e... it'd be so very cute) -- also it's short because first piece and idek if people will even like this and i debated between 3rd pov and 2nd pov for like 30 minutes before writing it so oops

also i relaly hope i characterized yamaguchi right bro

cw: whole foods; gn!reader (and hopefully appearance neutral too so you can really imagine yourself as the reader ahahahha)

pairing: college au --> whole foods market worker!reader x college!yamaguchi tadashi (he's in america! who knows why)

word count: 1,074

i made the fancy liner thingy myself

A sweet treat never hurt anyone, right? he thinks to himself as he approaches the automatic doors. A blast of cool air greets him as he steps over the threshold into the supermarket. The fruity scent of the produce section wafts in the air, invading his nostrils as he grabs a basket from the entrance before wading deeper into the market.

There are a few people milling around, but the store doesn't seem to be too busy beyond that. It's not like Yamaguchi had many things to get, either -- as a college student, Whole Foods' prices tended to be out of his budget and was reserved for emergency trips only, since it was the only grocery store within walking distance of his apartment. Unfortunately, it's an emergency trip -- he had just returned to the States after winter break, and his fridge was empty. The fatigue of a 16 hour flight is beginning to take a toll on him, too.

He meanders about the aisles, peering closely at the price tags accompanying each item. He pulls two boxes of mac and cheese off the shelf and places them into the basket dangling from his arm. Mac and cheese is, perhaps, one of Yamaguchi's favorite emergency meals. And the 365 brand version wasn't half bad, either. It was no Kraft, but it'd have to do.

Soon, he's added more items to his basket -- a jug of milk (always whole), a carton of eggs, and some butter. He's perusing the cheese options when a worker asks him if they can help him with anything.

"Oh, no," he says in his accented English, "I'm good, thank you!"

The worker nods before walking away, and Yamaguchi returns his gaze to the cheese. Parmesan's always a good option, and he really enjoys sharp cheddars, but he's not even sure cheese is something he should get at the moment. He frowns slightly before putting the specific chunk he was looking at down and walking away.

Before long, he finds himself standing in the bakery section. He takes his time here, enjoying the pretty sights of each individual cake in the refrigerator. Every now and then, when he has reason to celebrate and extra money to spare, he'd buy one -- his personal favorite was the Boston Creme.

He takes a few steps away from the cake case, shifting his head to look over at the assortment of mini tarts and cheesecakes and other small sweets at the service counter. He's bent over slightly at the hips to take a closer look, because each one is assembled so artfully that he thinks they deserve his full attention. He can feel his stomach grumble slightly at the thought of eating one of those treats. He'd had a long day. He deserves at least a small sweet treat, right?

His focus is so fully on the display that he doesn't hear the worker at first.

"Sir? How can I help you?"

Yamaguchi straightens up so quickly that his back creaks in protest -- even former athletes get plagued from moving too fast. As he opens his mouth to speak, he finds that the words aren't forming in his brain because he's so taken aback by you.

The way the light reflects in your eyes, the way the white chef's coat sits on your frame, the way the black hat holds your hair back. Even though he's unsure about the amount of effort you may have put into your appearance for work, he's starstruck.

"Sir?" you say again. Your voice is sweet, so sweet, like one of the cakes on display. "Can I get you anything?" You're looking at him expectantly, your head tilted slightly to the side. Yamaguchi's reminded of a puppy.

He can feel his face heat up, both in embarrassment and in awe. "U-um, yeah," he says, wincing internally at the stutter in his voice. "Can I get..."

His voice trails off as he realizes he's not quite sure what he wants, but you're standing there so patiently that he doesn't feel rushed. He tears his gaze from you and returns his attention to the desserts arrayed in front of him, peering closely at each one to try and figure out what he wants.

"Still unsure?" you ask, although you're not visible from where Yamaguchi's gaze is. "Take your time!"

He finds himself thinking about how none of these treats would compare to the sweetness of your voice before he quickly shakes his head. He literally just met you. Why are you having such an effect on him?

Finally, he decides on one. "Can I get the mini fruit tart?" he asks, thanking whatever forces are out there for his now-steady voice.

"The four inch or the two inch?" you respond, and it seems so practiced that Yamaguchi is, once again, taken aback.

"The two inch, please," he manages to say after another brief pause of silence.

He watches as you vanish behind the counter, re-emerging with a plastic box. "Just the one?"

He nods, his eyes tracking your every move. As you pull on two blue gloves that fit your hands snugly. As you slide open the door and bend, reaching your hand towards the edge of the case to grab one of the three remaining fruit tarts. As you straighten up and place the fruit tart in the plastic box, closing the lid. As you pivot and walk out of sight, fully gone for several seconds before returning. The plastic box containing his dessert has a label on it now.

You hand it to him with a brilliant smile, and he mentally captures the image in his head. Your smile might just be one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

As he takes the box, he notices that the gloves are no longer present when his hand accidentally brushes yours. He can feel his face heat up once more and he hopes he doesn't seem like a total dolt with how flushed he's gotten since the short interaction between the two of you started.

He places the box in his basket and returns your smile with a smaller, shy one of his own. "Thank you," he says and you nod in his direction before turning your attention to the next customer.

As he makes his way over to the self checkout, one thought in his head rings out louder than the rest.

I should come to Whole Foods more often.

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vagueandominousvibes · 2 months ago

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I came across one of those posts that's like "tell me in the tags the HCs for your blorbo's phone/car/device/etc" and started talking about the Knights' Lodge AU boys, only to realise it was getting so long I might as well make my own post about it.

Les aka. Blue

Blue's phone is one of those slabs that's only barely made the transition to touch screen. The screen itself is so cracked it would likely fall apart completely if it wasn't all held in place by a very dubious screen protector. Tiny shards occasionally fall off along the edge.

The brightness is turned down to 0, regardless of the actual brightness of his surroundings; he knows this phone so well he could use it blind. He's had it for years, and if anyone asks he'll shrug and say he's just not gotten around to getting a new one yet, but the truth is that it was a gift from his aunt. The background is of the two of them leaning against her motorcycle. He's in his teens and is wearing her patched leather jacket. They're eating ice cream and grinning from ear to ear.

His lock screen, however, is something really generic — like the most plain thing you can imagine. A solid colour maybe, or one of those stock photos of turquoise water washing up on a beach. His password has been the same 8-digit code since he was twelve. It's the day he came out to his aunt: he had a minor breakdown about it, and she took him out for really greasy fast-food; when they got back to hers, she put on this black-and-white version of Frankenstein that was so bad it was funny. Blue's aunt is long gone, but he still keeps a copy of that movie for when he's feeling rough.

Clancey aka. Red

Red gets a new phone every couple of years. It's not that he's careless with it — he really isn't — it just seems to be a magnet for accidents: it fell off the bathroom shelf, directly into the toilet, during an all-nighter in uni; it slipped out of his backpack when walking home from school once, and a bus drove over it; he accidentally dropped it on concrete and the screen shattered.

At this point it's a bit of a running joke in the family.

His current phone has a lovely maroon leather case with numerous little charms dangling from the top of the spine. Most are from various fan artists, though a couple are little pearl-chains his half-sisters made for him in pre-school. These two pearl-chains have moved from one phone to the next, and he's always made sure the case has somewhere to attach them.

Irvine aka. Green

On the outside, Green's may seem like a little bit of an Apple person. He didn't mean to become one, and he's got a proper gaming laptop, an Xbox, and a Switch, but his phone is an iPhone, he mostly uses a Mac, and he's got an iPad laying about somewhere. He's even got an Apple Watch.

In his twenty-some years of existence, he's never had to worry about being short of technological devices: Mr Irvine is very pleased to be able to provide his only child with the latest in technological development. All Green has to do is say the word, and it'll be his. Not that Green needs all of these things. He would much rather spend Christmas Day with his dad, instead of opening yet another thing alone in front of the white Christmas tree with glitter and fairy lights pre-installed.

The thing is, Green doesn't really know his dad — and Mr Irvine doesn't really know his son. Mr Irvine wants to make sure Green is provided for, and Green is grateful for the sentiment. He keeps every single thing his dad has ever given him, because he would feel exceedingly guilty throwing any of them away.

Which is why he's never going to tell his dad that his favourite device is a small grey-and-white mini-MP3 player from 2005, that runs on batteries, has no Bluetooth options, and stores some 150–200 songs.

Dunn aka. Shadow

Much like Blue, Shadow's phone is old and cracked. Unlike Blue, Shadow would love to get a new one, he just can't afford it. The SIM-card is one of those cheap top-up ones with ridiculously expensive data. He keeps it in his coat pocket for emergencies (and to take blurry photos of his and Vio's cat), but otherwise uses Vio's phone if he has to make a call.

Not that Shadow has a lot of calls to make, outside of the occasional GP appointment when necessary, or the optician every couple of years to get his eyes checked and get a fresh batch of contact lenses, but he generally prefers dropping by in person.

Does Shadow feel insecure about the state of his phone? He'll laugh the question off, but feel viscerally that yes, he really is. He keeps trying to save up, but for one reason or another he never gets there. Usually it's because of his mum — she barely recognises him these days, but he still likes to get her nice gifts, and if that comes at the cost of a new phone, what is there to do? He just wants her to be happy.

Cor aka. Vio

Vio accepted a long time ago that 'my phone' really meant 'our phone'. If he really wanted to, he could probably make up a reason as to why he would need his job to provide a work phone, but honestly, he spends more than enough time staring at screens as it is, and when he goes home he's off and doesn't want to be pestered with texts or emails that can wait till the morning.

So he has one phone, and he's perfectly happy to share it with Shadow. It's really quite enjoyable to curl up on the sofa with Shadow after dinner, to play yet another iteration of Scrabble, Word Search, or Sudoku together.

It must also be said that the background — their hands intertwined, silver rings glittering in candle light — still makes his insides flutter warmly, especially when he looks up and catches Shadow admiring the ring Vio had spent so long choosing.

#four swords #knights lodge au #i've not written down headcanons for a while but my brain latched onto this like a drowning man to a raft so here we are #editorial notes: (1) red dropping his phone in the toilet is lifted from my own life. thankfully i only needed to change the screen-#-but it was still super embarrassing t-t #(2) green's mp3 player is based on one i've got that my grandma gave me about the time i learned how to download yt songs - still works-#-like a charm!

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greattigerssimp · 23 days ago

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any headcanons for piston hondo or birdie mac? :>

Of course! Here are some random HC'S for Hondo and Birdie! (Called Peter Punch in my AU)

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🥊

- Before making boxing his full-time career, he first worked at Mr. ZePasta's restaurant as a counter cook.

- Jokes fly over his head most of the time

- Almost all of his social media is either about his boxing matches or pictures of Yuki, his cat

- Sometimes attends Heike's boxercise workouts, even if he thinks that they're silly and unstructured

- If he gets stressed or anxious, whether it be from homesickness or Great Tiger's antics, he'll snack on some nostalgic, Japanese candy to calm down. He keeps a mini stash of it in his bedroom, under his bed, as if he's gonna get caught having it (Heike knows it's there lol)

- Speaking of Tiger, bro tends to get roped into random chaos because of him. Did Tiger pick up a skateboarding phase? Hondo's gotta be there to record his tricks. Is Tiger gonna try skydiving next week? You bet your butt Hondo will go with him just to make sure Tiger doesn't do anything dumb

- Him and Joe are by far the best cooks of all the boxers. Hondo's specialization in savory dishes + Joe's specialization in baked goods = freaking awesome holiday dinners

- At some point in time, he defeats Don Flamenco in a fight and earns the major league circuit belt for himself.

- Misses his twin sisters, Aki and Aiko, very dearly, even if they were mischievous and troublesome... but at least Aran is there to remind him of them.

Peter Punch 🟢🥊

- Was Lil Mac's only friend growing up

- Was also an orphan alongside Lil Mac... they were close friends who both shared a passion for boxing.

- After Mac got adopted, Peter fell into a small depressive state, only being able to watch his bestie succeed as a boxer on TV

- He ran away from the orphanage at the age of 16, and met up with Lil Mac by surprise

-Mac helped him get a boxing license, and helped him trian for the 90s tournament

- Can get VERY cocky during fights... was able to get under the other boxers' skin immensely

- His favorite 90s tournament boxer is Dragon Chan! He loves their style and overall vibe. He thinks it's bad ass.

- His least favorite boxer, aside from the anomaly boxers, is probably Masked Muscle, since he spat poison mist in his face. Peter had to get contacts after that fight

- Like all the other 90s boxer, he witnessed Gabby Jay's final fight in person... he even brought flowers to Gabby's wake.

- Hangs out with Mac and Doc most days, but really wants to start traveling the world, going from boxing organization to boxing organization to make a real name for himself. Lil Mac inspired him!

- Loooves box-con. It's the only time he could meet the OG 80s and 2000s boxer lineup. He thinks they're all cool :]

#peter punch #birdie #super punch out #lil mac #piston hondo #mike tysons punch out #punch out wii #headcanon #request #reqs open #doc louis

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humorisstoredinthetits · 6 months ago

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The Heathers+Veronica play D&D

What a surprise, another random AU that I came up with

So one day the gang is hanging out and JD mentions that he wants to play D&D with them and he thinks it would be fun

Everyone but Chandler is all for it while she, like usual, is being a bitch about it

'Its a nerd game and I'm not a nerd' and 'It sounds boring'

Eventually Mac uses her puppy-dog eyes which makes Chandler relent and agree to play the stupid nerd game

JD DMs while The Heathers, Veronica, Betty and Martha play

He's the kind of DM that goes all out, spending untold amounts of money on minis and other kinds of shit

Eventually the day arrives where they start playing

They enter the room and holy shit JD decked the place out

He put blackout curtains on all the windows and turned the lights off so the room is pitch black besides the candlelight of a chandelier he hung on the ceiling

He put a fancy looking blood red tablecloth over the table

At each seat there is a set of dice in each person's assigned color (The obvious for the Heathers and Veronica, Pink for Martha and Purple for Betty)

They aren't the cheap plastic ones no, they are the metal ones that are as sharp as a knife

JD himself is wearing a gray cloak that covers his face

They sit down and JD begins the campaign

The premise is simple, they are students at a magical academy where a series of murders has happened recently, and they have decided to take it upon themselves to investigate it

However, there is a twist

One of them is the murderer, and it is their job to make it to the end of the school year and graduate, thereby being able to flee the investigation and live freely

Of course, they don't know that the killer is one of them, except for the one who was assigned the role

He starts by going over each of the player's characters

Betty drew a picture of everyone's characters to get an idea of what they all look like and she shows off the picture when they introduce themselves

The Heathers are all named Hecate bc of course they had to have the same name in D&D too

There's Hecate Carnation, Hecate Dahlia, and Hecate Magnolia

(Their last names are all different kinds of flowers bc their actual name, Heather, is a type of flower so they thought it would fit)

HC is a Sorcerer who comes from a long line of powerful magic users and came to the academy like her parents and grandparents before her to hone her skills

She looks pretty much like what she looks like IRL and she acts like how she did in High School, acting superior to everyone bc she thinks she is

She thinks that solving this simple Murder Mystery case won't be a problem for someone as talented as her

So basically she's Claire from I'm In Love with the Villainess

HD is a Wizard (Or Witch ig, the class name is Wizard but she's a girl sooo) who came to the academy to learn the Wizarding arts from the talented professors the academy employs

HD also looks like IRL Duke, but much taller and with longer sleek hair compared to Duke's short curly hair

HD acts as the check to HC's id, being the ego and the one who can rationally look at a situation and make the best course of action from there

She's not very good with emotions, however, and can struggle to act appropriately in emotional situations

HM is a Druid who hopes to get some hands-on experience with the Druidic Work while studying

She is the superego to the other two's id and ego, the one who can look at a situation with both emotion and logic and determine the best course of action from there

She also looks generally like IRL Mac, but she has light brown hair compared to blonde and is a bit less muscular and more well endowed in certain areas

The Hecates joined the investigation as they are obviously the most capable of doing so, and as such they have a responsibility to be apart of it

Veronica is Vadina Siannodel, a High Elf Cleric

She picked Cleric bc she just knew that the Heathers were gonna do some dumbass shit and she was gonna need to bail them out with her healing

She is also the only one of them to pick a non human race

She joked Duke should pick a dwarf bc she's so short and Duke elbowed her in the stomach

She looks kinda like Frieren from that anime (She watched it with Duke around the time JD said he wanted to play so it influenced a lot of her character choices)

Vadina is a model student, the one who always aces her exams and does everything she can to help those at the academy to prove those who didn't want her there wrong

The academy is generally only open to humans and other races, especially half-elves and other mixed races, are looked down upon and by and large not accepted to it

But, because of Vadina's overwhelming academic talent she was admitted despite the prejudice at the academy

But with the murders occurring, many suspect the non-human students of being the murderer, especially Vadina, who many assume to be behind the attacks as an attempt to off her academic competition, and so she joined the investigation to prove her innocence

Martha is Megara Deepcrest, the Warlock, who made a deal with the demon Jami for power in exchange for the occasional sacrifice (animal, not human)

While everyone assumes that she is the one who did it, she knows that it wasn't her bc her patron desires the blood of fauna, not humanoids, and this school ain't big enough for two Warlocks

Everyone is just kinda stunned bc they assumed she would be a Druid or something but they did not expect Martha the Warlock who sacrifices animals in elaborate rituals every full moon to maintain her power

She looks nothing like Martha, she is a tall, lanky figure who wears a cloak which covers all but her hands, which reveal an elaborate tattoo on each palm and her fingers are covered with rings with unknown gemstones in the center

She is not in the uniform of the academy but all the professors are too scared of her to say anything

Finally Betty is Barnabas the Bard

Out of everyone Betty is taking this the least seriously, she heard the stereotype of bards seducing everyone and thought that was hilarious and decided to make her whole character around it

She put all of her stats into making sure that her seduction rolls would have the highest chance of being succesful

It kinda ruins the whole vibe JD had going on but whatever as long as she's happy

Her plan is to figure out who the murderer is then seduce them into not killing anymore

Once JD got all of their character descriptions he had to decide which of them is the murderer

He ruled out Martha immediately because it would be too obvious, he couldn't think of a motivation that would fit Betty's, and Veronica, while giving him a reason to pick her as the murderer, would probably have more fun trying to find them instead of being them

That left him with the Heathers, which works as they had created their characters together as a well-oiled machine, so by throwing a wrench into it he could make it more difficult

He settled on Mac bc he thought it would be unexpected, but then he realized that she is a terrible liar so he switched to Duke who agreed to be the murderer

Duke is smart enough to know how to cover her tracks and has that element of chaos that would make it more fun

HD's motivation is that the wizard track was overcrowded with students who weren't born with magical abilities and were forced to study, and it made it hard to stand out, so she eliminates other students, knowing that the school would turn their attention to the wizarding track, where she would be able to show them how talented she really is and hopefully be placed into higher-level classes

She also knows that even if the other three get suspicious, the other two Heathers would never suspect her and that infighting may allow her to get away with things

**Line break bc tumblr is dumblr**

So from there the campaign starts

They meet once a week, Wednesdays at 5:30 to 8:30 at JD's, Betty's and Martha's house in what became referred to as the D&D room

It starts with the group forming after the 3rd murder this month and an overview of all the evidence found so far

So far there had been 9 total murders over the school year

JD put a dossier on all of the students on the table and had all the players look over it

They quickly discovered that all 9 students had been in the Wizarding Track, but besides that they had little in common

They had a range of academic scores, came from a variety of different backgrounds and had varying social standings

The group came to the consensus that their culprit was probably in the Wizarding Track

They decide to then get a list of everyone currently enrolled in the Wizarding Track from the School Dean, to which Duke suggests that they also find anyone who used to be in the Wizarding Track as well

By doing that Duke hoped to increase the suspect pool and introduce the idea that it might not be someone directly in the Wizarding Track

They get the list from the Dean and in total there are 30 students in the Wizarding Track and 9 Former Students who transferred out

The group goes back to HC's dorm and they discuss the game plan

Vadina says that they need to eliminate suspects one by one and narrow down their options, which everyone agrees too

HC tries immediately eliminating HD form the list, arguing that if she was the killer she wouldn't be part of the investigation, but Vadina counters back that this could be a cover up and a chance for her to mislead them

Duke is sweating bullets and trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible but thankfully both Chandler and Mac stick up for her and even Betty and Martha think it would be unlikely that someone would join the investigation if they were the killer

That discussion stops when Chandler threatens to make Veronica sleep on the couch if she keeps accusing Duke so she backs off

From there, they spend each session looking into one or more of the suspects, interrogating them and comparing their testimonies against the evidence, and eliminating those from the list who could not possibly be the killer

Chandler rolls so many Nat 1s and she swears up and down that the dice are rigged (They totally are, JD and Duke both thought it would be funny to see her get mad over it when she didn't even wanna play in the first place)

Much to JD's horror, Betty's seduction strategy works more often than not and despite his attempts to put a stop to it, she always finds a way around them

JD (speaking as the NPC): "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not attracted to women"

Betty: "Ya wanna bet?" Out of character "JD, If I roll a Nat 20 and add that with my +5 bonus can I still seduce him?"

JD (Done with her bs): "Sure why not"

Betty: rolls a nat 20

JD (Doing just fine he lied he's dying inside): "You all watch as Barnabas somehow seduces a gay guy, and as JD regrets all of his life choices"

It becomes Mac's mission to make as many animal friends as possible and to stop Martha from sacrificing animals to her demon overlord

Whenever they have to fight an enemy that is even remotely animalistic, Mac tries to roll for Animal Friendship and to make it her friend

Like one time they were fighting this Tabaxi (Cat person) and Mac tried to use Animal Friendship, arguing that even tho its humanoid its still a cat and therefore an animal

She ends up somehow becoming friends with an Owl Bear and she plans to use it to smell some cloth left by the killer and track the killer

Duke acts quickly by sending a quick text to JD while hiding her phone under the table so no one sees saying that she does something to agitate the Owl Bear, sending it into a frenzy which allows Duke to kill it, saving herself

When the party questions JD on that he says that somebody did something to anger the bear

Mac got pretty upset after this so after that session they all went out for ice cream

Over the course of the sessions Veronica becomes more and more suspicious of Duke but no one believes her despite the mounting evidence that points to her involvement

Sometimes at the start of sessions JD will add that another student died, sometimes just a random that they hadn't gotten too or one they had decided wasn't the killer, but sometimes it would be someone they heavily suspected, forcing them to question themselves further

Eventually they get who they think is the culprit and they are arrested and the group thinks they won, only for JD to start the epilogue where he says that because of all of the deaths that she caused, Hecate Dahlia was able to stand out more among her class, allowing for her to be placed in the upper classes and get a better job once leaving university, and that she lived the rest of her life guilt-free for both the murderers and the innocent person she condemned to death by framing them for the murders she committed

Veronica jumps out of her chair screaming that she knew it the whole time but the rest of them didn't believe it and that she was right and they were wrong

Mac, Betty and Martha look betrayed

Chandler storms out of the room and tells Duke that she's sleeping on the couch for a while

Meanwhile Duke and JD are just cackling about how they actually got away with it

Duke ends up sleeping on the couch for a month before Chandler lets her back in

Whenever someone brought it up Chandler would get pissy and they would say "But I thought you didn't wanna play the stupid nerd game Chan-Chan?" and she would only get more pissed off

#heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #heathers #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #poly!heathers+veronica #poly!heathersxveronica #heathers headcannons #heathers au

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