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Phantoms of the Past: Chapter 41 - Thanksgiving

"Turkey, cranberries, yams, box stuffing, gravy..." Aunt Cass read her grocery list out loud. "We'll need more butter, and eggs...Am I missing anything?"

"Don't forget the yeast rolls." Hiro informed her as he joined everyone else at the kitchen table.

"And the potatoes." Tadashi added, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh right, thank you." She scribbled that down. "Is there anything you'd like to add, Varian?"

Varian only shrugged. "I don't know what Americans usually have for their harvest feast, but we'd always have spiced bimberry wine during the Goodwill Festival."

"What the heck is a 'bimberry'?" Tadashi asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry sweetie, but we're not having any wine with Thanksgiving dinner." Aunt Cass shook her head. "But, I'll let you make any side dish that you want."

"Hmmm... maybe I'll just saute some green beans or something."

"I think green beans will be a nice side." Aunt Cass agreed.

"Then can you pick up some mushrooms and onions to go with it?"

Aunt Cass nodded and wrote that down on her list. "Now, what should we have for dessert?"

"Pumpkin pie."

"Apple pie."

Hiro and Varian blurted out their personal pie preference simultaneously, and then eyed each other challengingly as soon as the words were out of their mouth.  

"Pumpkin pie is a tradition." Hiro argued.

"For you maybe. Apple pie is a classic harvest festival food the world over." Varian argued back.

"Boys, boys," Aunt Cass interrupted. "Perhaps we can compromise? What if I made a fusion Apple-Pumpkin Pie? Huh?"

She smiled wide, getting excited at the prospect of experimental baking, but the two teens only looked at her in horror.

"Combine pumpkin puree with chunks of apple?" Varian gagged.

"It'd be like eating baby food." Hiro agreed.

"What blaspheme do you speak, woman?" Varian finished.

Aunt Cass gave him a very unamused glare, and he apologetically smiled and backed away. She sighed. "Tadashi, you haven't weighed in yet. Which pie would you want?"

Tadashi had been reclining in the kitchen chair, eyes closed, one foot balanced against the table leg, with his hands cradling the back of his head. He had listened to his brothers' argument with amusement, not really having a stake in either option.

He opened one eye and gave the two boys beside him a wry smile. "Ah, I've always been partial to pecan pie myself."

Aunt Cass rolled her eyes, and Hiro and Varian went straight back to arguing.

"Apple."

"Pumpkin."

"Apple."

"Pumpkin."

"Apple."

"Pumpkin."

"Pecan." Tadashi threw in at the end in the most frustratingly cheerful manner possible.

"Ugh! Enough!" Aunt Cass shouted. "I'm not making three separate pies for Thanksgiving. There's only going to be six of us, and Baymax doesn't even eat."

"Nuh-uh, nine if you count Ruddiger, Lorenzo, and Mochi." Varian said, picking up the hapless cat on the counter and holding him aloft.

Aunt Cass stalled as Mochi gave a confused meow.

"No animals at the dinner table." She said.

Varian sulked and hugged the cat close to him but didn't protest further.

"Is Krei not joining us?" Tadashi asked and Hiro glared daggers at him.

"No, he's spending the holiday with his mother in Italy." Aunt Cass shrugged and walked back to the grocery list and sat down. "How about a chocolate pie, instead? Everyone likes chocolate."

Hiro raised an eyebrow, "And you're not just saying that because chocolate pie is your favorite?"

Aunt Cass gave a smug smile. "As the person buying the groceries, I'm making an executive decision, chocolate it is." And she wrote down pie shells and chocolate on the list.

"Now wait a minute, we haven't asked Baba yet what she'd like?" Tadashi pointed out.

"I'm not putting grandma in the middle of your squabbles, and besides..." Aunt Cass pulled out her phone to look at the time. "She's about to board her flight. She couldn't tell us what she wanted now even if we did call her, and I want to get the shopping done before we pick her up at the airport."

She stood up back up and walked over to the pantry. "Let me make sure we have enough noodles for th- Ruddiger!" She stopped short upon opening the cabinet and saw the glutinous raccoon gorging himself on the last can of whipped cream, again.

The wild creature scurried away when he saw her furious expression, and Aunt Cass silently counted to ten. "Well, I guess I need to add whipped cream to the list, and more child safety locks." she grumbled.

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The airport was beyond busy as people traveled for the upcoming holiday. The Hamada family hurried through the crowd to the exit ramp where Grandma Hamada was supposed to off-board.

Varian couldn't completely stave off his nerves as he waited with his new found family, impatiently tapping his foot and occasionally biting his lower lip, as he crossed his arms and stood there in thought.

This would be his first time meaning Tadashi's and Hiro's grandmother. She lived in Japan and only came to visit on rare occasions. Meanwhile it was even more difficult for Aunt Cass to get the time off to make the trip the other way around. Tadashi and Hiro had only been once or twice themselves when they were very young; back when their parents had been alive.

Of course there were phones and emails in this world, so they could still keep in contact with each other, though given her age, 'Baba', as she was called by her grandkids, couldn't always keep up with the newer technology. Varian had overheard their conversations before, but he barely understood them as he wasn't fluent in Japanese yet, though he was learning here and there.

Either way the little family was overjoyed to be seeing her again, but Varian however was a bundle of nerves. What was he supposed to call her? Baba as well? She wasn't his grandmother technically speaking. He never had grandparents before. His own, having died before he was born, all save for his mother's father, but he had passed away when Varian was still a baby. He had no memories of the man.

What would the woman think of him? What had his step brothers told her of him? Would she too treat him as family? Or just be distant but polite? Would she be confused by his presence? Would she even like him? Would he like her? What if she hated him? What then?

Aunt Cass noticed him tapping his foot even faster as he stewed. She placed a calming hand on his shoulder and he took a deep steady breath.

"Don't worry. I'm sure the flight went well and she'll be here soon. She must be gathering her bags right now." Aunt Cass said.

"Wait I see her." Hiro called out and pointed to a little old lady shuffling out of the exit ramp door. She was thin and withered with age, her thick gray hair was piled high on top of her head in a messy bun, and she had what looked like a kind face creased with laugh lines.

"Baba!" Tadashi called out and rushed to her. He scooped her up into a hug, nearly lifting the petite woman off of the ground as he did so.

"Konnichiwa, Grandma. Genki desuka?" Hiro greeted her as he joined them. The grandmother made a surprised, joyous face upon seeing him.

"Oya oya, kon'nani se ga takaku natta no ne." She proclaimed and held her hand up to comment on Hiro's increased height. Though really, they were the same size. Then she wrapped her youngest grandson into a tight hug.

Aunt Cass gently grabbed Varian's hand and pulled him along to meet the woman.

"Hi Grandma Hamada, It's so nice to see you again." Aunt Cass said, slowly and a little louder than usual.

Tadashi interpreted for her, but there was little need as the old lady recognized her instantly.

"Cass?" She said the thick accent, a huge smile spreading on her face. "Cass!' and hugged the other woman as well before breaking away and eyeing Varian with interest.

"Sore de, kono hito wa daredesu ka?"

Tadashi introduced them and Varian offered his hand to shake. "He-hello, ma'am it's nice to meet you."

The older woman ignored his hand and reached up to cup his face, squishing his cheeks.

"Omae wa nante hansamuna yatsuda!"

"Hai, kyasu obasan ga yōshi ni mukaemasu. Kare wa watashitachi no atarashī kyōdai no yōdesu."

"Ē to, anata no kyōdai wa watashi no magodesu. O bāchan to yonde kudasai, Varian-chan."

"She says to just call her Baba." Tadashi informed him.

"Really? Th-that's great." Varian tried to smile though it came out looking more like a grimace as his cheeks were still being squished.

Baba Hamada returned his smile and finally let him go. She then wrapped one arm around Tadashi's and another around his own as they all started to leave the airport.

"I can't wait to show you what I've been working on when we get home Baba." Tadashi continued on. "Odorokidesu!"

"Ā, watashi wa odoroki ga daisukidesu!"

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Baba sat upon the living room couch, her hands covering her eyes, dutifully waiting for her grandson to tell her she can look again.

Tadashi finished carrying Baymax's charging case down the stairs and sat it in front of the elderly woman.

"Okay... you can open your eyes.... now." He then pressed a button on the case and stepped away as Baymax inflated.

Baba opened her eyes just in time to see the robot unfurl.

"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."

The robotic nurse waved and a huge smile spread across the old woman's face. She gasped with joy and applauded her grandson.

"Ō, Tadashi-chan, nante kashikoi gajetto o tsukutta nda!"

"I detect that you speak Japanese. Allow me to translate. Kon'nichiwa. Watashi wa beimakkusu, anata no pāsonaruherusukeakonpaniondesu. Ima, sukyan o kanryō shite imasu. Anata wa karada-teki ni kenkōdesuga, ninshishō no shoki no chōkō ni kurushinde imasu. Tekisetsuna kea ni wa,-tai o ugokasu koto, kenkō-tekina shokuji, jūbun'na suimin, kazoku ya yūjin to sugosu jikan ga fukuma remasu."

"What did he say?" Varian whispered to Hiro.

"He said that grandma is at high risk for dementia. She's been kind of forgetful of things lately." Hiro sadly whispered back.

"I made him for you Baba." Tadashi said. "That way you can have someone to help you when we can't be there."

"Watashi no tame?"

"Anata no tame ni. O mochikaeridesu."

Just then a second Baymax waddled down the stairs.

"Hello." He waived.

"Kon'nichiwa," the first Baymax waved back.

"I don't know if the world can handle two Baymaxs at once." Varian joked, as the two robots started to repeat everything back to each other.

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Varian wiped his hands off on his apron as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He had been helping Aunt Cass with preparing for tomorrow's supper, and he was covered in flour from mixing the pie crusts.

He found his brothers and Baba sitting on the couch looking through a photo album.

"Sore ga sotsugyōshiki no otōsandesu. Kare wa totemo kōfun shite imashita!"

Varian moved closer and peered over their shoulders to see what they were looking at. He didn't understand what Baba was saying but he saw a man who looked very similar to Tadashi wearing glasses and holding a diploma, but the faded edges of the picture told Varian that it was Tadashi's father instead.

"Hey Aunt Cass wants help with the clean up." He informed them.

"Then why did you come in here?" Hiro asked.

"I cooked." Varian snapped back.

Tadashi rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'll go do the dishes." he volunteered with a sigh.

As he left, Baba beckoned Varian to come sit next to her. He did so, though he didn't fully understand why. He didn't know any of the people in the photo album.

Baba lifted up the album and pointed to one particular picture, this one of a portly gentleman.

"Soshite kochira ga Shoi ojisandesu."

Varian looked to Hiro for clarification.

"That's Uncle Shoi."

"Soshite Shikishi obasan."

"Aunt Shikishi." Hiro echoed for Varian's benefit.

Varian stared at the faded photographs with interest. It was easy to take for granted in this world full of modern marvels that such instant images were yet another scientific miracle that Corona didn't have. Portraits were expensive and laborious affairs. Many people didn't have them and they certainly didn't have ones depicting everyday normal life. At best you'd get a lovely but formal family gathering or a stuffy imposing painting to try and show off how wealthy you were.

But here, the pictures were full of smiling people, laughing, loving, and just goofing off. Varian snickered at what looked like Aunt Cass and her sister having an eating contest and trying to stuff their faces with noodles.

The photos brought the past to life in a way that stories and paintings just couldn't. These were all people who once lived full lives and somehow they all made an impact upon the world, however seemingly small or distant.

Varian pointed to a picture that interested him, of a pilot standing next to an old timey airplane.

"Ā, soreha watashinochichideshita. Kare wa sensō de tonda." Baba said.

"She says that's our great grandfather. Her dad. He was a pilot during War World II."

Varian frowned. "Wasn't Japan and America enemies in that war?"

"Yeah, but that was decades ago. No one really thinks about it now."

Varian's mind turned to the Saporians and their centuries long feud with Corona, but declined to mention the stark difference.

"Chichi mo hikōki o tsukurimashita. Kare wa enjiniadeshita. Kare wa Itaria de kōkū o mananda. Tōji, watashi wa wazuka 4-saideshita."

Varian's ears perked up at the familiar word.

"Itaria? You mean Italy?"

She nodded.

"Parli italiano, allora?" He asked in Italian.

"Ooh, molto poco." She laughed back in Italian as well.

"This is great! Now we can talk to each other!" Varian said and he launched into hurried conversation in Italian with Baba answering in much shorter and simpler sentences.

"Dove hai vissuto in Italia?"

"Napoli"

"Oh non sono mai stato a Napoli, ma ho sempre voluto andare a Venezia. Hanno tutte le migliori università. Hai studiato anche lì?"

Baba held up one finger "Un anno. Sonogo, watashitachiha Nihon ni modorimashita."

Now it was Hiro's turn to feel completely lost. "Wait, you speak Italian too?"

"Of course." Varian scoffed. "All of the most important scientific dissertations are printed in either Italian or Latin."

Then ignoring his brother's dumbfounded look, Varian turned the page on the album and pointed to another picture. This one of a very little girl in ponytails. "Sei tu?"

Baba nodded. "Watashi wa sonotoki 6-saideshita. Sei."

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Tadashi and Aunt Cass walked out of the kitchen to find Varian and Baba engrossed in a conversation together. They were both speaking what sounded like Italian of all things! He was helping her crochet while the new Baymax bot sat next to them holding the yarn and translating every now and then when either of them got stuck.

Hiro sat in the chair across from them playing a game of chess with his own Baymax, while Mochi was curled up in his lap.

Aunt Cass smiled. "Isn't this nice? We have the whole family together. The only one missing is..."

She paused as realization hit her. She turned back around, ran into the kitchen again, and flung open the pantry.

"Ruddiger!"  

The raccoon clutched at the can of whip cream in his mouth and started to run away. Aunt Cass gave chase with a broom.

"Get back here you sweet cream thief!"

Tadashi doubled over with laughter at the sight, while Varian rushed to help, and Ruddiger jumped on top of Hiro's head. Baba only viewed the speckle with mild curiosity. Which only made Tadashi laugh harder.

"Stop laughing, help!" Hiro ordered.

"Okay, okay," He wheezed as he also gave chase, avoiding whipped cream as it splattered everywhere out of the punctured can. Man, he loved his chaotic family.

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"Are you still up, sweetheart? It's almost one." Aunt Cass yawned when she found Varian sitting at the kitchen table. He was looking through one of her old photo albums.

"I'm going to bed in a minute." He distractedly said as he turned another page.

Aunt Cass knew that it was a reflexive answer, but she didn't press the matter. Instead she poured them each a glass of milk and took a seat next to him.

"What's on your mind?'' she asked.  

"Just… wishing I had my own old family photographs to look at."

Aunt Cass pouted. "They're back in Old Corona, aren't they?"

Varian shook his head. "They never existed. People don't have cameras to take them."

"No one?" Aunt Cass balked. "Not even on a cellphone?"

"There's no phones either. Cell or otherwise."

Aunt Cass rubbed her temples with both her hands. "Wait. You're telling me that you come from a country without cars, phones, cameras, and or even electric ovens?"

"There's no electricity at all, aaanndd, um, n-no indoor plumbing." He admitted.

Cass blinked in disbelief. "And you all travel in hot air balloons!?"

"Oh, no. Only the Saporians have airships."

"Of course. Silly me." Aunt Cass said as she gave a strained smile. "And what else do they not have? Television, clocks, the wheel?"

Varian only responded to her sarcasm with a reproachful look.

Aunt Cass sighed. "I'm sorry. It's.. it just a lot to wrap my head around. I guess not everywhere is just like San Fransokyo and it's easy to forget that sometimes."

"It's okay." Varian forgave her and went back to looking through the album.

"So you don't have any pictures of your family at all?"

"Well dad once had a family portrait painted. I was just a baby at the time….. It-it's the only image I have of my mom…. I remember little things about her; like, helping her in her lab, or watching her bake pies in the kitchen, b-but I can't see her face clearly."

Aunt Cass didn't say anything. She simply placed a comforting hand on his back. That pulled him out of his melancholy thoughts and he gave her a sad smile.

"I bet you two would have gotten along great."

Aunt Cass returned the smile. "Yeah, I bet we would've been the best of friends."

"What about you? Don't you have any pictures of your parents?"

Aunt Cass seemed momentarily tripped up by such a question. "Well, I do, actually. In fact I think there's a few in this photo album even."

She turned the book all the way to the back. There were only three photos therein.

One was of a man and woman on their wedding day. Then second was the same man and woman standing on a front porch with two little girls. The third was of Aunt Cass and her sister as teenagers.

Varian was confused. "That's it?"

"Well, that's all there is in this album. I have more. I would just have to dig them up. They're probably in the attic…"

"But I don't understand. I've never seen pictures of these people hanging up. I recognize your sister here, but…"

"Oh well, that's my mom, and that's my dad, and that's me and Mary as kids." She helpfully pointed out.

Varian gave her a disappointed frown. He knew when adults were trying to avoid a subject of conversation.

Aunt Cass to tell he was going to let the matter drop. She let out a long slow breath and cast her eyes upwards as she thought of the best way to explain.

"I… had a complicated relationship with my parents."

"Complicated?"

"I loved them, and they loved me… when they were around that is. My father worked in construction. He'd build things like banks and grocery stores, or gas stations, all over the country. He was often the head site manager and his work would send him away weeks, sometimes, months at a time."

She softly laughed as she remembered something. "He'd always come back with presents for us, and he'd always say how sorry he was for missing a soccer game or a chorus recital. Once he even missed my birthday…. And I suppose he really was sorry, but he still had to work."

"That sounds like my dad. He never traveled that far away, but he was always busy. B-but I get it. Running an entire village takes up a lot of time, and it's an important job. Vital even."

Aunt Cass gave him an empathetic look. "But it still hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "What about your mom, did she work too?"

"She did. Uh, she was a bank teller, and she was home a lot more often."

"But?"

"She… well, she struggled with an illness and she was in and out of rehab all throughout her life. In a lot of ways, my big sister raised me more than even our own parents did. Oooh she used to make me so mad!" Aunt Cass smiled as the subject turned to her sister. "Little Miss Perfect. That's what I'd call her to annoy her. She never got in trouble. She always had good grades. She had her life together by age twenty one, while I was still mucking about and messing things up well after college. She'd always be the one to hunt me down and drag back home whenever I'd run off to do something stupid."

"You? Do something dumb and reckless? Never." Varian mocked.

Aunt Cass rolled her eyes. "Yes. I was the 'problem child' growing up. I drove my parents crazy. B-but sometimes, that was the only way I could get their attention."

She gave a thoughtful distance look as she stared past the pictures in album.

"So you keep their photos in here, so that you only have to remember them when you want to." Varian said, giving voice to her reluctance.

"Yeah. Sometimes it's just easier, in order to remember someone for the good moments over the bad."  

Varian slowly nodded his understanding before looking back down at the pictures.

"So what's a good memory then?"

"Umm… well, that picture was taken on Easter." She pointed to the one of all of them on the front porch. "Dad had the whole week off, and brought all of us new Sunday dresses. Mom boiled eggs for us to color, and dad hid them out in the front lawn, and Mary and I just had a blast going egg hunting."

"Egg hunting?"

"Yeah, it's when you hide a bunch of eggs and you go look for them."

"Why?"

Aunt Cass shrugged. "Well because it's fun, for one, and two it's tradition here."

"We paint eggs for Easter in Corona too, but I never heard of hiding them."

"Well what do you do with them?"

"We put them into Easter baskets for good luck."

Aunt Cass smiled. "Yeah we have Easter baskets here too. Only we put candy in ours instead of eggs. Unless it's eggs with candy inside of them."

Varian made a face at the thought of boiled eggs with chocolate inside them. "How would you even get the candy inside of it? Is it like a sweet deviled egg or…"

"Oh! Oh no." Aunt Cass laughed. "It's a plastic egg. You open it up to find a treat inside."

"Oooh… yeah that makes a lot more sense." Varian laughed with her. "I guess different cultures would have different holiday traditions, huh?"

"Yeah, oh and speaking of holidays, tomorrow is Thanksgiving! We're getting up early in the morning to finish cooking so you should get some rest."

"Alright. Night Aunt Cass."

"Goodnight."

She kissed him on the top of his head as she stood up to leave and then waved him goodnight.

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Varian tossed and turned in the dim twilight of early morning. He had been woken up by another nightmare, but it wasn't the rocks nor the faceless monster from his dreams that haunted him now. Instead he was plagued by memories of his past, some of them bad but most were just bittersweet.

His thoughts turned to the Goodwill Festival. It was Corona's harvest festival and the closest thing Varian could compare to America's Thanksgiving.

Instead of turkey, they would have had boiled ham, fresh fish and other seafood, baked capon, roasted lamb, and his father would have gone hunting the day before. They would have had rabbit, quail, duck, and if they were fortunate that year, his father may have even caught a deer to share at the feast.

For all of this world's wonders and plentiful goods, Varian found himself missing the simpler dishes of his home; humble pie, black sausage, hasenpfeffer, pickled herring, things that most Americans either never heard of or would turn their nose up at in disgust.

Oh and the bread! The women of the village would have spent all morning in the castle kitchens baking every type of bread and pastry imaginable. His entire home would smell like a bakery for days; boiled puddings, rye loafs, pies, quiches, soft pretzels, tarts, sweet cakes, cookies of all kinds, yeast rolls, buttery scones, sticky buns with raisins...The list went on and on.

And as the women baked, the men would be grilling with fire pits outside. Varian would run between them, back and forth, finding ways to help, and excuses to taste test the mouth watering treats. There would have been grilled parsnips, boiled cabbage, stewed beats, pickled radishes, potatoes baked directly on the hot coals or fried into pancakes, eggplants smothered in cheese, squash soup severed in it's hollowed out gourd, ground mustard, glazed carrots, and roasted chestnuts.

Both fresh and preserved fruit of all kinds would be piled high upon the serving table; winter berries, frosted grapes, bilberry jam, freshly picked persimmons, the last of the summer cherries preserved in jelly, mashed pumpkin pudding, coveted oranges imported from spain and bought at the island market, juicy pears, candied lemon peels, and apples by the barrel full.

Apples were Old Corona's main crop, and they served them every which way imaginable; stewed, baked, boiled, roasted, mashed... They baked them in pies. They baked them in cakes. They fried them into crispy fritters. There were apple doughnuts, apple turnovers, apple croissants with apple butter, apple cider, apple crepes, dried apple leather, and apple crumbles with oatmeal. A man could get sick with apples at the harvest feast, but not Varian. It was one of his favorite foods.

His mouth began to water at the thought of sliced ham braised with onions and covered in applesauce. With a large hunk of cheese on the side and pumpernickel bread to sop everything up. He'd wash it all down with a good pint of beer, and for dessert, maybe some sweet gooey butterscotch drizzled over apple dumplings.

In addition to all the baked goods, there would have been candies and confectioneries galore laid out for people to snack on; honey coated walnuts, marzipan dipped in chocolate, fragile airy meringues, hard candies of various assorted flavors, salt water taffy, and chewy caramels. Many of these sweets would have been purchased from Monty's Sweet Shope in the capital and brought back to the village along with the oranges, coffee, and shellfish.

Varian was often tasked with the shopping. He was smart enough to keep count of the money and knew enough languages so as to not be cheated by any of the traveling merchants who just sailed into port. Plus it was a good excuse to check out the festivities on the island.

The islanders loved to play games like gopher grab, bobbing for apples, nine pins, axe throwing, eating contests, greased pole climbing, log sawing competitions, and Varian's favorite, Quartet. It was a simple card game, played with two decks, where you tried to collect as many four-of-a-kinds as possible. The person with the collectively highest number of cards won. Like all card games, it was ultimately more about numbers and strategy as opposed to strength and athletic skill; which Varian much preferred.

Then again there was still plenty to do beyond just playing games. Often there would be stage plays and puppet shows for the younger kids. Vendors from the world over would set up stalls selling rare goods, eager to make a profit off the holiday. A few local merchants would join in as well, though they tended to only stay open half the day. Sometimes there were fireworks over the docks towards the evening, and all throughout the day there was music and dancing in the town square. But of course, Varian couldn't spend the entire time exploring the pageantry on the island. Oh no, he had to return to the village before nightfall. That was when the real fun began.

While the castle he lived in had a dinning hall large enough to hold the entire village, the townspeople preferred to have the main feast outside with a roaring bonfire. They would play music, dance, sing, and compete in their own traditional games.

Varian would participate in it all. He'd bring his guitar and join in with the band, and sometimes he'd lead the village in song. Usually an old folk song that everyone knew, like Lavender Blue, Into the Green, Green Woods, or Grossvatertanz. Then other times he would dance alongside the other men of his village, performing the same steps that had been passed down from generation to generation for centuries. And he and his father would always perform prisyádka, a dance from his dad's home country, for the rest of the villagers.

Then there would be toasts and blessings, and prayers for a safe winter and an even bigger bounty for next year. His father would give a heartfelt speech talking about how proud he was of his people and how much he loved his home. And truly he did. His dad was normally a man of few words, and though his speeches were always short, they were full of joy and warmth. Quirin loved few things more than farming and his adopted home. Only his son could equal them in his heart.

Varian blinked back tears at the thought of his father. He turned his mind away from the traumatic memories that threatened to float up the surface as he tried to focus on the happier moments as he reminisced.

After the toasts, the feasting would recommence, the music would continue to play, and there would have been more games. The young men of the village, all older than Varian though, would play Hold the Stein, hoping to impress the ladies with their strength and endurance. While the girls would toss wreaths. Superstition had it that the girl who managed to land her wreath around the miniature maypole would be a spring bride.

As for the elders of the village, they enjoyed Schafkopf. It was another card game, one where you would team up with a partner and lay down cards with increasing or decreasing numbers or matching suits. The winner was the one to form the shape of a sheep's head with the cards, hence the name of the game, Schafkopf, or sheepshead.

Varian of course was never invited to participate in these games, as the village still viewed him as a little kid, even when he would insist that he was not. So he was left to just watch and cheer people on. Instead he was expected to play with the much younger children of the village and watch over them. They would run around playing things like tag, forfeits, or blindman's bluff; though being the oldest, Varian would mostly supervise so that the little ones wouldn't get hurt. With each passing year, it felt more and more as if he was stuck in the middle. Too young to be considered an respected adult but too old to fully join in with the tinier tots and their more rambunctious activities. He was taller, faster, and stronger than them and he knew it. He always had to hold back in order to give them a fair shot or even outright give up and feign defeat in order to make them happy.

Not that he minded too much. The other kids always giggled with delight when they managed to 'best' him at wrestling or catch and toss, and Varian was more than happy to boost their little egos.

He remembered them all by name. Gertie and her missing tooth; she probably would have grown in a new one by now. Curly haired Lisa and her baby brother Brian; he was barely old enough to walk last time Varian saw him. Then there was Henry, the oldest next to Varian. He was still only seven though. Wait... no.... he'd be nine.  

Varian frowned.

Two years of his life were just gone, and it was sometimes difficult to reconcile that with the whirlwind of changes he'd gone through. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he still pretended as if he could someday return to his old life as if nothing had happened. As if his home and the people that lived in it were just frozen in time and if he could find them again then he could resume his life once more as if nothing bad had happened; maybe even with the addition of his new family.

Though in reality he knew this was just a fantasy.

He hadn't seen his people since King Frederic had them 'relocated'. They had been told that they were being granted more land, to start anew with. Right before the snowstorm, Varian had watched them leave, piled up into carriages and carts with their meager possessions, bundled up in their warmest winter clothes, and smiles of hope on their faces. He and his dad were supposed to join them later. They never did. They were given promises of money, seeds for new crops, extra livestock, and fresh timber to build new homes. This was all lies.

Perhaps in the beginning, when his Father was still alive and over seeing the move, this had genuinely been the plan. Yet Varian quickly found out that Frederic had failed to keep his promises. In typical royal fashion, his people were scattered across the country and unceremoniously dumped upon other communities who suddenly had to shoulder the burden of helping these people resettle.

After the revolution, Varian had made a vain attempt to reconnect with the Old Cornians but most did not answer his summons. He found Old Earl in the fishing village of Kaims; he had to sell his sheep to make ends meet and was now eking out a living repairing fishing nets in a shack by the sea. Then there was the widow Becca had joined the convent because they promised her food and shelter. They treated her well, and she seemed happy enough, but Varian knew it wasn't her first choice to live her life in devoted penance. He'd gotten a letter from Otis, posted marked from Vardaros. He'd had given up trying to till what little land he'd been granted outside of Likuts as the soil was too poor to grow anything. Finally he had stumbled upon Frances begging in the streets of the capital, unable to find work.

Varian had given him a job as assistant caretaker of the mountain retreat. It was a holiday home for the royals, well stocked and secluded. The Saporians had no interest in it as it wasn't on the island and therefore they had no need of knowing Varian's relationship to the man. It was safer that way.

He had escorted Frances to the mountain top manor and informed the head caretaker there that he was the new royal adviser. With his official paperwork and royal signet, few dared question him. Frances was given the position of head stable hand. Perhaps not the most glamorous job, but given how little anyone visited, it would have been easy enough work, and he'd be paid with free room and board.

Varian had stayed only long enough to make sure Frances was settled in and was then on his way. He traveled down the mountain back to Old Corona and continued on with his experiments. That was the last time he had spoken to anyone from his village before being flung into San Fransokyo.

Varian wondered if they were all still there? Rapunzel was back and presumably in charge again. The ditzy, hair-brained, dopey-eyed princess probably never gave more than two seconds of thought to the missing people of Old Corona; blindly believing her father and his empty promises without question. She wouldn't disturb any of the remaining villagers, but neither would she go out of her way to help them.

For all Varian knew, the evil king could have sent most of his people to the prison colony in the Lost Sea to be worked to death. His stomach turned at the thought. Frederic was well known to banish people on the flimsiest of reasons, and it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

Varian could only hope that Frederic decided that such an act would be too hard to hide from his people and so decided that subtly was the better part of valor. Frederic valued his reputation above all. It was his good standing with his brainwashed subjects that protected his power and allowed no one to question his actions or motivations... until it was too late that was. People critical of the royals often were criminalized with trumped up charges in order to tarnish their own reputations in the eyes of the public so that their pleas fell on deaf ears. Which might work on a poor orphan cut off from everyone he knows, not so much with an entire village. Hence why Frederic probably separated them all instead of granting them the means to start a new town, giving them paltry plots of land scattered about the kingdom, with no other resources, so as to claim that he fulfilled his promise.

Varian gritted his teeth and squeezed his hand into a tight fist as he took deep breaths to calm himself. He still hated the king with every fiber of his being and he often questioned if simply wiping his memories with Saporian magic was punishment enough. He wanted Frederic to rot away in a dungeon same as his victims had. He wanted to him to stew in his misery with full knowledge of what he had done and how he had only brought such torture upon himself.

Varian had to remind himself that controlling the royals was more beneficial to the public overall than outright punishing them. If the king and queen were supposedly on your side then no one would question your authority. But if the citizens thought their beloved leaders were in danger, then the fighting would have never stopped. Varian didn't want anyone to die in his quest for revenge... not anymore at least.

Guilt stabbed at his chest as the image of the townspeople returning, battered, bruised, and dirty from the mines to present their 'quotas' to him, valuable minerals and gemstones for his research, flashed through his mind. It was all to save his dad, he had told himself. They had refused to help before so Varian had made them help. He was teaching them a lesson, he had lied to himself.

Varian choked back a sob. God, how was he any different from Frederic?

Varian started to toss and turn once more. He flipped around on his stomach and hit his pillow as he cried, before collapsing once more as he sobbed.

It wasn't fair! He just wanted to go home. He just wanted to see his dad! Why was he made the bad guy for that!?

Ruddiger awoke at the sound of his tears. His faithful pet hoped off the plastic log Varian had hung up in the corner of the room and jumped up onto his bed. Varian sniffled as Ruddiger nuzzled him with his nose. The raccoon's whiskers tickled his face.

Varian sat up and hugged his pet close to him.

"You're all I have left, Ruddiger."

For the first time in two years, that statement truly felt like the truth to him. His home was gone. There would be no more fields to plow, fresh apples to harvest, or festivals to dance at. He'd never see his people again, the friends and neighbors that he'd grown up with. He would never see his dad ag- No!

He couldn't give up on his dad. Not yet. He could accept that his village was gone. He could accept that he'd never see his people again. But he could not accept that his father was gone forever. He couldn't accept that he'd be responsible for such a horror.

He let out a shakey breath and looked around at the his new bed room. He had put up posters of wrestlers and musicians that he liked on the walls and added more books to the shelf above his desk. Said desk was covered in papers, and held both his notes and Demantius journal. Over in the opposite corner, in addition to the fake log, there was also a cat tower for both Ruddiger and Mochi to play on. His skateboard and helmet were also leaning next to it. There were corners of clothing sticking out of the drawers of his dresser and he had his coat, goggles, and backpack hanging from a coat hanger screwed to his door. There was a hope chest at the foot of his bed where he kept his various possessions, and he had his boots, sneakers, and other shoes lined neatly in front of it.

It wasn't quite as familiar to him as his old bedroom in the castle, but after six months it finally looked 'lived in'. It was his own space, with his own stuff, and he was at least safe here. But would it ever be 'home'?

Varian pouted as he pulled his pet closer and buried his face in to Ruddiger's soft fur. The raccoon only purred in response.

He liked San Fansokyo. He enjoyed going to school and having friends. He loved being part of a family again. Especially such a loving and accepting one.... but as wonderful as things were here, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all temporary. That everything would be ripped away from all over again. He knew that the rocks couldn't reach him here, but he wasn't as safe from Corona nor from his past as he once thought.

'What if everyone found out what I really was?' He thought. If they ever found out the truth, the extent of his misdeeds, would they still want him around? Where would he go then?

He had joked about buying land and building a castle for Honey Lemon, but would she ever agree to be with him if she knew how much of a monster he once was. Still was.....

He looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall, hanging by his dresser. Large blue eyes stared back at him, sad and confused. His bangs hung low, threatening to cover his eyes. The sunrise slipping through the blinds of his window glinted against his hair streak, making it appear to glow. He still looked so much like the frightened little boy lost in the snow that he had been two years ago, especially in the soft morning light. The only subtle difference was that there was now a faint stubble on his chin from where he had shaved the other day.

"Knock, knock."

Aunt Cass's voice shattered his thoughts as she opened the door a crack.

"Morning, sleepyhead. I know it's still early, but grandma is already up and she's..."

The cheerful smile fell away when she noticed the tears streaks on his face.

"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong?"

She took a seat on the bed next to him and stroked his bangs out of his face.

"N-nothing." He lied.

Aunt Cass wasn't buying it. She continued sit there, waiting for him to open up.

He sighed. "I guess... I'm just... feeling a little homesick... th-that's all."

"Oh, sweetie." She wrapped him in a hug and kissed his forehead. Then she pulled away and lifted his chin to her. "Listen, I know you miss the harvest festivals that your village always held, but we're going to make this the best Thanksgiving ever. It'll be different than what you're used to, I'm sure, but it'll be no less fun, and I even got you a surprise for dinner."

She gave him a big smile, clearly proud of herself for whatever it was she had planned.

Varian couldn't help but return the smile himself.

"I'm the one helping you cook dinner. I'm going to see whatever it is you're hiding." He snickered.

"Oh I have my ways." She grinned. "Speaking of Thanksgiving. I need to drag the decorations out of the attic. Do you mind keeping grandma company for me?"

"No of course not." He said as he finally got out of bed, his fears banished from his mind for the time being.

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Hiro found Varian and Baba in the living room playing Gomoku together.

"Morning." He stretched and yawned. "Who's wining?"

"Varian is ahead so far, but Baba has a chance to catch up." The New Baymax stated helpfully.

"Gomoku is a strategy game that helps with memory and cognitive skills." The original Baymax added behind him.

"Will you buzz off?" Varian waved them away with faux annoyance. "You're distracting me."

He then made his move, "Ha! Only one more to go and no matter which way you block it, I can still complete the set! Cosa hai intenzione di fare al riguardo, Baba?" He bragged.

Grandma Hamada didn't answer. Instead her face lit up as she laid her piece down on the board and to Varian's surprise completed the needed five in a row in an area of the board he hadn't been paying enough attention to.

"Io vinco!" She clapped.

Hiro gently pushed a gobsmacked Varian out of his seat. "Come on. Get up. I get to play the winner."

He took the seat and placed the first piece down on the board. "O bāchan ni keikoku suru yo, kantan ni wa ikanai yo."

Baba chuckled and winked. "Soshite, watashi mo sō shimasen"

As Varian watched them play, Aunt Cass and Tadashi came down the stairs carrying boxes full of decorations.

"Who wants to help decorate!?" Aunt Cass sang out.

"I will." Varian volunteered.

"I'll help too, after I win." Hiro said, as he placed another piece down on the board.

Tadashi placed his box on the table and waked over to join them.

"I get the next game."

Aunt Cass pulled out a tablecloth with fall leaves printed on it, then she noticed the clock on the wall. "Oh! It's almost time for the parade. Someone turn the tv on."

"Parade?" Varian echoed as Tadashi picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels.

"The Macy's Day parade." Hiro answered without taking his eyes off the board. "They throw a huge parade in New York every year and the whole country watches it."

"This is Bluff Dunder, reporting live from New York City and man is it freezing! Brrr!" The news anchor announced. "We're standing at the front of the parade line waiting for the parade to start. In the meantime let's check out the Macy's square where the Radio City Hall Rockettes will be performing for us a 'Holiday Medley.'"

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The morning went by in a blur. After decorating and laying out the table set and silverware. The whole family pitched in with the rest of the cooking; rotating in and out of the kitchen as the parade played on in the background. Varian enjoyed the musical performances and he was impressed by the size of some of the balloons, but there were obviously things associated with the holiday that he didn't quite understand.

He didn't get the obsession with turkeys, even when there were other people on the tv who admitted to preferring to eat things like ham or brisket for their dinners instead. He also didn't fully understand the lore behind the holiday, and Tadashi said that it was mostly fake, anyways, or at least highly exaggerated at best. He also didn't understand all the Christmas stuff that was present. Christmas was a whole other month away.

After the parade was over and they were finishing up the last minute stuff, like warming up the rolls in the oven or reheating the potatoes that was prepared last night, Baba and her grandkids played a couple more rounds of gomoku. They also enjoyed chess and Varian taught everyone how to play Quartet.

"So it's basically 'Go Fish' but with extra cards." Hiro confirmed, and Varian couldn't argue with that assessment as he didn't know what 'Go Fish' was.

"Dinner's ready!" Aunt Cass called out. Varian and Tadashi rushed over to help her with the heavy turkey she was carrying and placed it in the center of the table. Varian had to admit that it was an impressively large bird. Not even geese grew that big, and he'd eaten more of his share of goose in his time. He was beginning to understand Americans' love of the traditional entrée. You could feed a huge family with such a fowl and still have leftovers.

Next came the sides; candied yams, mashed potatoes, gravy, hot buttery yeast rolls, Varian's sautéed green beans with mushrooms and caramelized onions, and instead of mac and cheese, Aunt Cass had made a cheesy ramen dish. Best of all however was the surprise apple-cranberry sauce that she had made in advance, and canned as a jelly.

For dessert there was chocolate pecan pie, as a compromise between her and Tadashi, pumpkin cheesecake, which Hiro said was even better than just a regular pie, and as a special treat, Baba had made her favorite fall dessert, persimmon pudding.

Aunt Cass and Tadashi took each seat at the head of the table. Varian and Baba sat on one side and opposite to them sat Hiro and the two Baymaxs. In the corner was a designated space for the pets. Mochi got a special turkey flavored wet canned food, as opposed to his usual dry catfood. Ruddiger was allowed some whip cream in a bowl, and Tadashi had brought Lorenzo up in his special mobile tank.

"Gotcha some fancy fish food for ya buddy." He said as he sprinkled the fish flakes into the tank.

Once everyone was settled, Tadashi stood up to carve the turkey.

"Now first things first, before I cut into this bird we gotta go around and tell everyone what we're thankful for."

"Another tradition?" Varian asked.

"Yeah, hence the name, Thanksgiving." Aunt Cass smiled. "I'll go first. I'm thankful that we were able to celebrate this year with everyone present. We all love having you here Baba. We wished you could visit more."

The new Baymax translated for her and Baba gave Cass a huge smile.

"I'll go next." Hiro said. "I'm thankful for my brothers. Last year it was just me, Aunt Cass and Baymax, and I'm really glad that this year that's not the case."

Tadashi thought for a moment, trying to think of a response; "Well... I'm thankful that both my brothers are a couple of insufferable super geniuses that are too stubborn to give up anything. Especially myself. Baymaxs? Are you thankful for anything?"

"I am thankful that everyone is safe and in good health." Both robots said simultaneously.

"Baba?"

"Oishi-sōna o ryōri o itsumo arigatōgozaimasu! Soshite, kyasu obasan, kon'nani sutekina shokuji o tsukutte kurete arigatō!"

“She says she’s thankful for what a great cook you are, and for such a wonderful meal,” Tadashi translated for her, and Aunt Cass expressed her gratitude for the sentiment.

That was when Ruddiger tried to steal a persimmon off of Baba's plate.

"Hey! Stop that!" Varian scolded and snatched the raccoon up, but not before the mischievous pet had grabbed the fruit anyways.

Instead of being angry, Baba only laughed. She gently tapped the creature's nose, said in a mock scolding manner. "Uh-nuh-uh. Naughty Tanuki!"

The raccoon happily munched upon his stolen reward in response.

"What about you, Ruddiger? What are you thankful for?" Tadashi asked, a smile playing his lips.

Ruddiger held up the persimmon high with one paw and pointed at it with his other paw in answer.

Tadashi blinked in surprise.

"H-how is it that you can train him to do that on command but not to break into the food pantry?"

Varian shrugged. "Cause I don't train him. He just does what he wants. Anyways, he says he's grateful for the food as well Aunt Cass."

Aunt Cass fought hard not to roll her eyes. "He should be. He ate like half of the pudding before we could stop him."

Hiro fought hard to suppress a giggle, and turned back towards the rest of the pets. "What about you Mochi? Are you thankful for anything?"

The cat only meowed blankly.

"Alright, Lorenzo, let's show-up the trash pandas here. Tell everyone how thankful you are for being apart if the family."

The mobile tank spun around in a circle, though the lobster showed no other change in emotion.

"See? Lorenzo can do tricks too." He smugly smiled, before Hiro stood up and removed his baseball hat revealing a neurotransmitter band underneath.

"Nice try but I saw you working on building that the other night." Hiro said.

"Hey. I'm telling you need to get a patent on it, no telling what unscrupulous characters could use this for their own nefarious ends." Tadashi mocked.

This only elected more laughter from gathered party.

"Wait, we almost forgot..." Aunt Cass fought back her laughter. "Varian? What about you sweetie?"

Varian turned to look at everyone present one by one, as he thought about the question seriously. Aunt Cass's loving care. Hiro's support and belief in him, no matter how many times he had screwed up. Baymax's comforting and helpful advice. Tadashi's protective nature and good humor. And now there was Baba, and her grandmotherly doting and calm patience. Varian's heart swelled and tears threatened to form. What would describe this much warmth and love?

He cast his eyes around the house. It was so different from everything he had ever known, and yet it was every bit as wonderful and precious as his village, and the people before him now were as much his family as his own father.

"I'm... thankful to be home." He slowly said, a content smile forming on his face.

"I say three cheers, for that," Tadashi proclaimed as he picked up the carving knife and fork once more, "and now let's eat!"

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Dinner was amazing. Everyone had their fill of turkey, stuffing, and gravy. Varian was so full he could barely move. It didn't stop him from trying Baba's persimmon pudding though.

As he polished off the last bite, and let Ruddiger lick his dish clean, Tadashi stood up quite suddenly as he looked at his watch.  

"The game's on!" He yelled and then ran back towards the living room.

"Which game are we playing?" Varian asked confused.

"He means the football game on the tv." Hiro explained as they followed him.

Varian stood there for a moment as his brothers plopped on the couch and turned on the tv.

He watched the coin toss and the first kickoff, but was soon lost as to what was going on. Two teams kept running into one another trying to grab an oval ball. When someone got ahold of the ball they started to run towards one of the end goals on the field. But Varian didn't think this was a desirable outcome as everyone would chase after the person with the ball and try to dog pile them.

Hiro and Tadashi would cheer or boo depending upon which team got tackled or not. They were rooting for the ones wearing red, as opposed to the blue team, but Varian couldn't see what the difference was between them.

Finally, he gave up trying to understand the sport and went back to help Aunt Cass and Baba clean up from the dinner.

"I'm going to make turkey udon noodle soup out of the leftovers tomorrow." Aunt Cass said as she put the last of the meat into tupperware containers and placed them in the fridge.

"Ashita wa nokorimono de shichimenchō udon o tsukurimasu." One of the Baymax's translated for Baba. Varian had long ago given up trying to tell the two apart.

"E la mattina preparo i maritozzi per colazione." Varian told her in Italian.

"What's that?" Aunt Cass asked him.

"Maritozzi? It's a sweet roll with whipped cream, and we got plenty of coffee to go with it too."  

Baba looked thrilled at the sound of both dishes.

The kitchen was cleaned up and the table cleared in no time. Aunt Cass left out some desert and a couple of snacks on the table in case anyone got hungry later. Though she had to shoo Ruddiger away from the roasted peanuts, every now and then.

Everyone reconvened back in the living room where the game was still on.

Aunt Cass and Baba sat in the recliners, as they chatted over coffee. Baymax, or one of them at least, translating for them.

Varian joined his brothers on the couch, but instead of paying attention to the game he pulled out his cellphone.

He chatted with everyone; sharing with them greetings of the season. Most of his friends texted him pictures of their holiday celebrations. Wasabi and his parents were having a traditional turkey dinner. Sam was with him and met Wasabi's parents for the first time. In Trina's family, Carl was the only one that needed to eat, so thay had pitched in together to fix him the best turkey club sandwich ever. Honey's Lemon's family were having a grill out with beef and tacos. While Gogo sent him a picture of 'kung pao turkey' with noodles. The Cruzs were having baked ham, according to Megan. Karmi sent him a picture of a mouthwatering chicken curry dish with rice. Finally Fred was in New York visiting relatives and they were having pizza!

Varian guessed everyone everywhere had their own harvest festival traditions.

"I'll see you Monday at school." Honey Lemon finished texting him.

"Can't wait." He texted back with a cute heart eyed emoji.

She sent him an image of a puppy dog holding a paper heart in return.

Varian wasn't entirely sure what that meant, if it meant anything at all. Cellphones somehow made courtship even more cryptic than it already was.

Still, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he closed out the chat. This had been a near perfect day. He was surrounded by family physically, and by friends in spirit. Everyone was safe. Everyone was happy. They were all well fed, and having a good time enjoying each other's company.

He did indeed have a lot to be thankful for. But most of all, he found himself feeling a little less homesick than before. Thanksgiving was no Goodwill Festival, but it didn't have to be. It was a wonderful harvest pageant all on its own.  

'Dad's going to love this holiday.' he thought, right before Tadashi jumped up, shook Varian excitedly, and shouted.

"Woot! We won! 10 to 7! Take that Rams! Ha! San Fransokyo is still the best!"

Hiro joined him in his cheering, as they grunted a victory chant, and Baba clapped along from her chair.

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Hiro yawned as he stumbled downstairs the next morning. He found Varian already dressed and putting on a coat and scarf as he stood at the foot of the stairwell.

"What are you doing?"

"We're out of milk." Varian explained matter of factly. "I need to get some more to make the sweet rolls I promised Baba for breakfast."

He started to open the door, only for Hiro to rush towards him and slam the door close.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! You can not go out there!" Hiro warned as he blocked the entire doorway with his body. "It's Black Friday."

Varian looked at him as if he was talking in tongues.

"What is that? A curse?"

"No… well for some people it might be. Depends if you work in the service industry or not."

Varian rolled his eyes and waved his little brother away. "Look, grandma will be up at any moment so I'm just going to drive down to the corner store and…"

"And you may not come back alive." Hiro said as he shoved himself between Varian and the door once more.

"You're just trying to scare me for some prank. Now move." Varian tried to more firmly push Hiro out of the way, but Hiro remained resolute.

"I am trying to warn you! Okay? Black Friday is when everything goes on sale."

"Wonderful! Maybe the milk will be half off." Varian grunted as he physically picked Hiro up and deposited on the bottom stair out of the way.

"You don't understand. Everything is on sale. Everything! Everywhere!"

"Yeah, and what's the problem?" Varian asked as he opened the door.

"Everyone is going to be out there trying to get the sale."

"You're not out there."

"Yeah, because I have sense. I'm telling you Varian, it's a madhouse. You've never seen anything like it… are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'll be really crowded. Got it!" Varian replied before closing the door behind him.

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"Where's Varian?" Aunt Cass as she took a sip of her coffee. "I thought he was going to make breakfast this morning?"

"He went out to get milk." Hiro said as he took a bite of cereal.

"On Black Friday?"

"You did warn him about Black Friday, didn't you?" Tadashi asked as he sat across from Hiro.

"I tried too. He didn't listen."

Just then, they heard the door slam open and Varian loudly huffing and puffing as he made his way up the stairs.

"I… uh… I did it!" He shouted as he made it to the kitchen. His shirt was ripped, his hair disheveled, and his coat has footprints on it. He ignored everyone's concerned looks and held aloft a half gallon cartoon. "I have retrieved the milk!.... And I'm going to faint now."

He promptly fell forward, flat on his face.

Aunt Cass rushed forward. "Oh Varian, are you okay?"

"On a scale of one to ten; how would you rate your pain?" Baymax asked as he waddled over.

"I'm… I'm okay." Came Varian's muffled voice. "Here."

He held up the carton for someone to take it from him, but still remained lying face down while doing so.

Aunt Cass took it from him, but then read the label on the carton.

"Ummm… this says Eggnog."

Varian let out an indistinct whine.

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Everyone hugged Grandma goodbye as they stood in the airport once more.

"Bye, Baba. I would use the portal to send you home, but Chief Cruz says that would be illegal." Varian said as he gave the little old lady a tight squeeze. "Ciao, nonna."

Baba gently pinched his cheek as he let her go. "Fai il bravo."

Hiro was next. "I hope to see you soon grandma. O-genki de."

"Ki wo tsukete." Tadashi added. "I packed Baymax for you. Call me if you need help turning him on. Le ni kaettara denwa shite." He made a phone gesture with his hand as he repeated himself.

"Yarimasu, yarimasu." She reassured him.

"O bāchan, daisukidayo."

"`A~a, Tadashi-chan mo daisukida yo. Min'na daisukida yo. Baba ni mōichido hagu shite agete."

She spread her arms wide and encouraged her grandsons to give her a big group hug. All three of them. They didn't have to be asked twiced.

"Oh, it's 3:10. You better start boarding soon." Aunt Cass said, interrupting the moment. "Bye bye, see you soon!"

All four of them waved bye as Baba made her way to the plane, rolling her new robotic nurse, safely tucked in his charging case, behind her on wheels.

#varian #tangled #Hiro Hamada #big hero 6 #aunt cass #baymax #tadashi hamada #tangled the series #big hero 6 the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #BH6 the series #bh6 #rta #tts #ruddiger

[purplesoil]

Persistence Gets the Babe

🌱YAM 83 (03/23/2024)

The hot babe peers over the edge, unamused. Even from all the way up here, she can hear the incessant cacophony of a knight in metal armor slamming into walls and floors.

Babe fumes. When will that idiot just give up?

There’s a reason she’s up here. She put herself... [read on AO3!]

bgm: CDawgVA Jump King videos

inspired by: Jump King!

#yam #creative writing #fanfiction #jump king #jump king fanfic #hot babe centric #complicated relationships

[ayamturd]

hi yams !! i saw the color fic requests are open so maybe sam + warm green... (kinda like #94A15F)

could i be 🪜 anon?

basil tea│awesamdude

warnings: none, only fluff

pairing: in-game romantic!sam

a/n: man, i am on a roll with these fluffs

also yes! of course, my love <33 (apologies for the late response, i had to write the piece first lol)

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“Well don’t you look like shit.”

Though the late hour, two souls were awake in the midst of a silent space. Time felt irrelevant under the cloud of a dark sky, shielded by reality and any course to indicate time.

Sam had finished his shift, run rag by the importance of his duty yet tired to the endless hours contained within a prison to protect; how ironic it was when he held all power but too felt trapped behind the guarded walls.

Despite planning to quietly join you in bed and receive the human affection he dearly misses, imagine his surprise to find you on the living room couch, the fire tended and roaring the house to life contrast to the dead of night.

“Darling? What are you doing up, you shouldn’t be awake this late at night.”

Quick to remove his armor, Sam let each strapped piece fall to the floor around him, too exhausted to care for the mess or state of his wear. Like a small child, he closed his eyes while reaching a simple hand outwards, making a grab-like motion to call for you.

The creeper hybrid seemingly craved your attention in his tired state.

You smiled from his obvious fatigue and stood to meet him with a hug. As he eagerly wrapped his arms around you tight, you gave a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“I hate to break it to you, love, but it’s basically morning now.”

Holding his face within your hands, he practically melted from your affection, letting himself lean into your touch.

“And why shouldn’t I be up if my idiot boyfriend is up too?”

He peeked an eye open from your words, lightly glaring you down from insult. You giggled helplessly at the sight, still trapped in his hold.

“Sorry, sorry. Dedicated boyfriend.”

Humming, Sam brought you closer into his chest, resting his head above yours.

“You deserve to sleep, y/n,” he softly whispered.

“Mmmm, as do you,” you murmured back, “I could do this all day, don’t test me.”

“Heh, noted.”

Although his grip was strong, you eventually pushed yourself out of his grasp, immediately causing him to whine in turn. He was such a softie under the hard exterior he used to mask.

“Come,” you beckoned while pulling him towards the couch, “rest. I’ll be right back.”

“Leaving me already?”

Unamused, you shoved him down onto the couch harshly, the fall making him grunt before chuckling.

“You wish, lover boy. Sit.”

You left the room before he could respond. Relined on the security of the cushions, Sam breathed for what he felt to be the first in a long time.

He missed this. He missed you, he missed home. By the heat of the fire and the relaxing aroma of burning candles, he finally felt safe; both in knowing he was in a given sanctuary and you were safe along with it.

Though he lost sanity in believing he was the gateway from protecting a reckoning force from a scarred smp, knowing you were always here and sheltered due to his sacrifice drove him everyday. You were his purpose beyond all pride and dangers alive.

Your footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and suddenly you were in front of him again, smiling like the beacon you were.

His eyes drifted to a large mug you held out, steam showcasing how fresh it seemingly was. The smell it emitted made him sigh, its scent pulling all senses and loosening his tense body.

“Here, drink some.”

Carefully, he reached for the hot tea and stared at his reflection within it, mesmerized by the mere thought that such herbs and leaves could craft such a calming brew.

The warm green spread throughout his body; from his heart to his toes, he chased the placid tranquility he often lacked without you. Like the hue could influence his mind, he felt finally felt clear after a raging, cloudy storm once overacted in the depths of his eyes.

He breathed in, before breathing out in solace.

“Thank you, y/n.”

Joining him by his side, you dug yourself into his chest and left your weight pull him down to lay. You kissed his forehead, before allowing your hand to guard his heart.

“No thanks needed, just hold me and sleep.”

“Anything for you.”

#awesamdude x reader fluff #awesamdude imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #yams' colors

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter eight: Party 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, underage drinking, partying, mentions of weed, hints at sexual actions, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, vomiting If I missed anything please let me know .

Word Count 1.2k

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Y/n POV 

Walking in the front door of Hanamaki’s smoke instantly hit our faces. Hanamaki was seen in the living room standing on the coffee table chugging down a 26 ounce bottle of smirnoff ice well some others cheered him on. Matsukawa was smoking a joint on the couch with a girl under his arm as they watched Hanamaki. The monsters may be the most freighting group in school but Hanamaki was known for his weekly parties Saturday nights. 

Walking into the house more and arriving in what looked like a second living room, Terushima was seen on the couch making out with one girl as three more sat around them watching. Kyotani was behind them about to start a fist fight with an unexpectant second year who spilled some beer on his shirt.

We finally made it into the kitchen where Tendou was standing and mixing drinks at the counter. 

“We lost your sister.” Tsukishima spoke up finally. 

“She probably ran off with Oikawa already.” Shirabu replied.

“Hey babe! Glad you could make it.” Tendou spoke passing me a drink. 

“Gross, I didn’t come here for you.” I placed the drink he gave to me back on the counter. 

“SHIRABU YOU CAME!” Bokuto ran right up to him. Behind him was Kuroo resting in the doorway. Shirabu rolled his eyes. 

“What do you want?” He asked him unamused. 

“Come meet my friends!!” He grabbed Shirabu’s arm and started to drag him into the room he came from. 

“Tendou, do you have any shots?” I asked the man who was still standing too close for comfort. 

“4 shots coming up.” He poured the shots as the remaining group I arrived with picked up the glasses. 

“Oh I don’t drink.” Yamaguchi spoke in almost a whisper to us. 

“Come on Yams, just one.” Tsukishima said, putting it in his hand. He took it as tendou raised his glass. He raised it to us and we all took a shot. 

“Tsuki is that you?! Did you finally take up my invitation?” A girl shouted from somewhere in one of the surrounding rooms. 

“Fuck, I got to run before she sees its actually me.” He said right before he disappeared into a large crowd. Tendou looked at Yamaguchi and raised his eyebrows. Fear visible in his eyes as he spoke up. 

“I am going to go find Tsuki and make sure he's okay.” With that he scampered off. 

“Looks like it's just us babe.”  I looked at him with disgust as I picked up another shot. It seemed he poured it while Tsukishima and Yamaguchi left. I was quick to down it. 

“I’m leaving.” I left quickly into the large crowd I had seen my friends all disappear into earlier…

Oikawa Pov 

Pushing around the crowd I was searching for Mei. She texted me that she was here already. Thanks to the party setting I figured tonight was my chance. Many girls had stopped me on the way by asking for a dance and some even more. I walked back outside to find Atsumu and Iwaizumi playing beer pong. 

“Hey come join us!” Atsumu yelled. I walked over to the table as I saw Mei and called her over to join. 

The night continued on while we all hung out. It was finally just the two of us as we headed into what seemed to be an office room on the first floor. She was looking around the room from the couch. I placed my hand on Mei’s face as she blushed. We both moved in closer and as our lips were just about to touch. The door had swung open as Mei and I pulled back to see Iwaizumi standing there. 

“Dude y/n is fucking drunk as shit, you got to come and see this.” Mei stood up and rushed from the room. 

“Iwa-chan! I was so close to getting a kiss!” I said as I followed him from the room. 

Tendou’s POV 

I spent most of the night chasing down y/n. She picked up shot after shot, eventually losing her after she disappeared outside in a crowd. I took a break after finding Maki and Mattsun. I drank some more as they laughed and smoked. Kyotani eventually joined us with dried up blood all over his knuckles and shirt. We just assumed it was someone who probably dumped shit on him again. Just as Maki pulled out a new joint someone busted into the backyard shouting, 

“YO Y/N IS SO FUCKING DRUNK!” I stood up and headed into where he came from.  

There she was, in the dining room, dancing on top of the table. All around cat calls were yelled in every direction. Terushima was close by as he yelled up at her to take her shirt off. 

“HEY!” I yelled. The yelling stopped as everyone turned in my direction. “GET THE FUCK OUT UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE ON THE MONSTERS LIST.” The room cleared out really fast as Y/n looked down at me. 

“Oh Tendou, why are you destroying the fun?” She asked, her voice was slurred as she went to step off the table. She misplaced her footing as she began to fall. I reached out and caught her just in time. 

“Fuck y/n, have you ever drank this much before?” I asked. She laughed as her response. Just as we began to stand up she began to look sick. 

“I think I am going to-” She puked. All over Maki’s floor. I let out a deep sigh, 

“Alright, let’s get you home.” 

“I-i-i gotta grab meiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” She slurred out. 

“Don’t worry, I'll get your friends to take her.” I got her into my car as I remembered I had no idea where she left. 

“So y/n, where do you live?” 

“In a house.” 

“Where is your house?” 

“On a streeeeeet.” 

“Which street y/n?” She just laughed again. I texted off to my friends who had already sent Mei home with her friends. I did the best thing I could think of... 

Y/N POV 

THE NEXT MORNING 

I jumped up from my sleep. I began to rub my eyes as I looked around the room. Where the fuck am I?? I checked my phone and it was dead. I looked down to notice my pants were on the floor. I was still in my t-shirt as I stood up and rushed to put my pants on. I crept down the stairs only to be hit with a fresh scent of pancakes. 

“Good morning babe? How are you feeling?” I looked over to the voice and saw Tendou standing in the kitchen in nothing but his boxers.

“What the fuck happened last night?” He laughed. 

“Calm down. I just brought you here cause I couldn’t find out where you live to drop you off.” 

“And why were my pants off?” 

“You said you were hot, pulled them off and then passed out.” 

“Oh.” 

“Have some breakfast before I drive you home.” He pulled out a chair at the island. “And here, you will need this for your hangover.” I didn’t notice till he said that, but wow I felt like a bag of shit. 

“Thanks.” I said as I took it from his hand. 

“FUCK!” I shouted. “My dad’s going to fucking kill me.”

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The One Where Underdog Get’s Away Part Four: Yes The Cartoon!

Finally you guys! I know I got a little uninspired by this series for a little while, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pick it up since I had kind of lost my writing touch. But I looked at it the other day and I never realized how much people actually like it, plus 2020 has made me want to escape the world and go into my Friends rewrite world. So here we are, the last part of the first Thanksgiving episode!!!!

Friends Rewrite (masterlist)    Previous Part (Part Three)

It was officially the day all of you had been looking forward to, well at least most of you. It was finally Thanksgiving day and Monica was working on mostly everything in the kitchen except for Phoebe who was helping with the pies, Ross who was supposed to be helping with something instead he just sat there moping, you helped with the dishes, Joey was just going through Monica’s fridge which was nothing new, and last but not least Chandler was standing close to the door while he silently mocked all of you participating in this holiday. He mostly couldn’t understand why you were celebrating Thanksgiving, you were there when your parents delivered the news that they were getting divorced. Chandler never understood your fascination with holiday’s, but you did always seem to be in a bit of a better mood when they came around. “Mmm, looking good,” Monica announced her progres to all of us. “Cider’s mulling, turkey’s turking, yams are yamming. What?” She finally asked in annoyance at her brother after she finally turned around and saw his very long face. 

“I don’t know. It’s just not the same without mom in the kitchen.” Ross complained. But it seemed like Monica had had enough of Ross being a Negative Nelly. 

“Alright, that’s it, get out of my way and stop annoying me.” She yelled at him. 

“Oh, that’s closer,” Ross smiled and pointed at Monica as her actions were starting to remind him of one Mrs. Geller.

“I got the tickets!” Rachel yelled as she ran into the apartment. After you set the sink to drain after the last dish, you turned around and smiled at her excitement. “Five hours from now, shoop, shoop, shoop.” Rachels did her annoying imitation of skiing. 

“Oh you must stop shooping.” Chandler begged as he smiled at her. 

“I’m gonna go get my stuff.” She announced to all of you as she made her way to her room.

“Chandler, will you just come in already?” You asked your big brother as you made your way to the center of the kitchen to wrap an arm around Joey’s waist. 

“Oh, no thank you. I prefer to keep a safe distance from all this merriment.” You couldn’t help but hate when Chandler got this way, even though you couldn’t completely judge him, you were the exact same way last year when you had to spend Thanksgiving all along. But this year the both of you actually had people that cared about you to celebrate with , how could he not feel it? But instead of saying anything mature you just dropped your voice to a deep whisper and mocked everything that he just said. 

“Look out! Incoming pumpkin pie!” Phoebe announced before she made a fake plane sound as she brought the pie in for a landing, clearly trying to defuse some of the tension that you and Chandler were letting leak into the room and in front of your friends who were just trying to enjoy their holiday. 

“Okay, we all laughed when you did with the stuffing, but that’s not funny anymore.” Chandler told her while bringing the mood down again before he finally took the door handle and closed it behind him as he walked out into the hall to go to his own apartment. 

“Monica, I got a question, I don’t see any tater tots.” Joey mentioned after he rubbed your back to make sure you were okay before turning around to your chef friend. Monica and you shared a smile before she turned and gave Joey a knowing look.

“That’s not a question,” she told him before looking back down at what she was stirring. 

“My mom always makes them.” Joey started whining from the thanksgiving food that he wouldn’t get to have this year. “It’s a tradition. You get a little turkey on your fork, a little cranberry sauce, and a tot!” Joey exclaimed. Of course you couldn’t help but feel bad that your boyfriend couldn’t go to his family’s for thanksgiving because of the AD that they saw their son in, but you also knew that Joey was being a little unfair to Monica. “I mean, it’s bad enough that I can’t be with my family because of my disease.” Joey slumped down into a chair at the table with his chin in his hand trying to win her over. While you loved him there was a part of you that couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little. 

“Alright, tonights potatoes will come in the form of lumps and in the form of tots.” Monica smiled when she heard the boys stop complaining and put smiles on their faces instead. 

“Yes,” the boys cheered silently.

“You know Mon, you really don’t have to make the tots. You’re already doing so much already,” but before you could finish your sentence you felt a hand come up from behind you and put it over your mouth before you could finish speaking.

“No, no, she’s wrong. We gotta have the tots.” Joey managed to say for you.

“It’s fine, Y/N, I just want everyone to be happy.” Monica brushed you off while you softly pinched Joey on the shoulder for what he had done.

“Alright, I’m off to talk to my unborn child.” Ross announced as he rose from his chair as he took his coat with him. Before he stepped away though he tried to take a bit of the stuffing that Monica was mixing in a bowl, but it seemed he had been caught when she yelled at him and batted his hand away. “Okay, mom never hit.” He pointed out before strutting to the door and shutting it behind him as he left. 

“Okay, all done,” Phoebe cheered as she removed the mixers from the potatoes. You couldn’t help but cringe at the mistake she made before Monica could notice it as you took the chair at the table next to Joey. 

“Phoebe, did you whip the pot,” Monica’s face went to disappointment when she saw the beaters. “Ross needs lumps!” She cried as she took the pot of potatoes from Phoeber. 

“Well, I thought we could have them whipped and then add some peas and onions.” Phoebe said while she not so subtly asked for another way to make the potatoes in a way that was meaningful to her. 

“Why would we do that?” Monica asked her. 

“ ‘Cause then they’d be the way my mom used to make it, you know, before she died.” She told her while giving Monica the puppy dog look. 

“Okay,” Monica huffed as she moved Phoebe out of her way. “Three kinds of potatoes coming up.”

“But Monica,” you started but were immediately being cut off by her yelling at you not to say anything which made you shut up right away. You and Joey couldn’t help but looked at each other with bashful faces from what you had done. 

“Okay, goodbye, you guys,” Rachel beamed as she walked out of her room with her luggage and her skis in her hands. “Thanks for everything.” Her smile fell when one of her bags accidentally knocked something on the table next to the couch, and when she turned around to look and see what it was she forgot that she was holding her skis and turned to quickly, without realizing that she hit Joey in the head before it was too late. 

“Are you okay?” You immediately asked him as Rachel started profusely apologizing to him as Joey made sure to let both of you know that he was fine and that it was no big deal. 

“The most unbelievable thing just happened!” Chandler cheered as he bared his way into Monica and Rachel’s scaring you all just a little bit. “Underdog has gotten away.”

“The balloon?” Joey wondered.

“No, the actual cartoon character.” Chandler sarcastically answered. 

“Chandler,” you just stared at him unamused. “Come on.” 

“Of course the balloon. It’s all over the news. Right before he reaches Macy’s, he broke free and was spotted over Washington Square Park. I’m going to the roof, who’s with me.” Chandler declared so that he could try and get a glimpse of this giant balloon. Of course you were gonna go but you could feel yourself being taken by your hand and almost dragged behind Joey toward the door. 

“I can’t, I gotta go!” Rachel warned everyone even though all of you knew that she would want to see the balloon too.

“Come on, and 80 foot inflatable dog loose over the city?” Chandler tried to get her to see it from his perspective.

“How often does that happen?” You wandered along with him. 

“Almost never,” Phoebe answered for you as she softly nudged you on your back for you to go through the door so all of you could run up the stairs. But what no one heard, was Monica asking Rachel if she had the keys before Monica promptly slammed the door shut. 

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“That was awesome!” You exclaimed as you lead everyone’s way down the stairs.  

“I know! I loved the giant dog shadow over the park.” Rachel agreed with you at how weird the situation was that all of you just saw unfold.

“Yeah, but did they have to shoot him down? That was just mean.” You couldn’t help but smile at the little sentence that came out of Phoebe’s mouth made her sound so innocent, it even made a little giggle come out of you as you waited for Rachel to open the door. 

“Okay, the turkey should be crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside.” Monica smiled at the thought of the delicious sounding turkey that was sitting all for you on the other side of that door. “Why are we standing here?” She asked when nothing happened and no one was moving anywhere, all of us were just standing in the hallway looking at each other. 

“We’re waiting for you to open the door, you’ve got the keys.” Rachel said to her.

“No, I don’t.” Monica stared at her roommate.

“Yes you do. When we left you said, “got the keys.” Rachel said, explaining her side of things. While you, Joey, and Chandler stood by your apartment door watching all of this unfold. 

“No, I asked, “Got the ke’eys?” Monica changed her pitch to let Rachel know that at the time she was actually asking a question. 

“No, no, no you said, “got the keys.” Rachel was sticking to what she thought she heard, but all you could tell was that were getting a slight headache from this argument that just seemed to go around in circles, so to hide from the confrontation you just decided to lean against Joey’s chest as he kissed the top of your head while you waited for the girls to figure out what they were doing. 

“Either of you have the keys?” Chandler asked the both of them as he leaned on Joey as well, and was of course mocking Rachel and Monica as he asked them. Which made Monica freak out and try the door knob.

“The oven is on!” She yelled worried about the turkey and of course the apartment.

“I’ve gotta get my ticket.” Rachel also added when she remembered the flight that she was supposed to get on for the family trip you all pitched in for. 

“Oh wait, wait, we have a copy of your key.” Joey just now realized.

“Well get it, get it!” Monica begged the three of you. 

“That tone won’t make me go any faster,” Joey warned as he tried to get her to calm down.

“Joey!” You yelled trying to get him to realize that you all were kind of crunched for time as you pointed your finger at him.

“That one will,” Joey’s face turned to a scared one when he saw the serious look on your face before turning around and running into the apartment to get the drawer with all of the keys that he and Chandler had collected over the years. 

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All of you were waiting for Joey to find the right key to the door, which apparently took about a thousand keys and he still hadn’t found the right one. “Can you go any faster with that?” Monica asked Joey as she walked up to him. 

“I got one key hole and a zillion keys. You do the math.” Joey told her as he turned around to try another key that turned out to be yet another failure. 

“Why do you guys have so many keys in there anyway?” Rachel added in on the yelling as she stepped down from the one she was standing on. 

“For an emergency just like this.” Chandler smirked. 

“All right, listen smirky.” Rachel growled as she grabbed Chandler by his shirt collar. “If it wasn’t for you and your stupid balloon I would be on a plane watching a woman do this right now, but I’m not.” Rachel added as she did the thing that flight attendants for when they signal the exits on an airplane. 

“I swear you said you had the keys.” Monica continued. Oh, my god not again, you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the wall. 

“No I didn’t. I wouldn’t say that unless I had the keys, and I obviously did not have the keys!” This fight was just getting more and more childish when Rachel started jumping up and down and stomping her feet on the floor. You were honestly about to snap at them yourself, but it seemed that Phoebe had had enough as well.

“Alright! That’s enough about the keys, no one say keys.” She yelled at them as the both of you walked over to the roommates to try and calm them down. Finally there was a brief silence that you couldn’t help but let out a content sigh.

“Oh thank god,” you said under your breath. “That was just ridiculous.” 

“Why would I have the keys!?” But it seemed neither you or Phoebe were heard, or Monica was just too stubborn to let it go and prove to Rachel that she was right. 

“It’s like it never ends.” You and Phoebe just to decided to give up and let them get this over with.

“Aside from your saying you had them?” Rachel fought back at Monica. 

“But I didn’t.” Monica answered with again. 

“Well you should have.” Rachel rebutted. This was followed with a series of why’s and because’s when neither of them felt like they were at fault her. Phoebe and you shared a looked and just shrugged your shoulders while your brother and Joey did the same thing. 

“Why? Because everything is my responsibility? Isn’t it enough that I’m making Thanksgiving dinner for everyone?” Monica started directing her yelling at all of your from how stressed and angry she was getting. “Everyone wants a different kind of potatoes, so I’m making different kinds of potatoes. Does anybody care what kind of potatoes I want? No! No! No!” You couldn’t help but feel like you were being yelled at by your mother, yet you were also very impressed that she was actually standing up for herself. “Just as long as Phoebe gets her peas and onions and Mario gets his tots. And it’s my first Thanksgiving and it’s all burnt and..” the more and more she kept talking the more freaked out that her food was all ruined and the higher her voice got. 

“Okay, Monica, only dogs can hear you now.” Chandler said right when Joey finally found the right key to the door.

“Hey,” you pointed out to her. “The door’s open.” 

“Oh God,” she exclaimed as we all ran into the apartment to find that there was smoke everywhere in the kitchen. “Well, turkey’s burnt.” She slammed the bird on the stove top. “Potatoes are ruined. Potatoes are ruined. Potatoes are ruined.” Just then, of course, Ross walked into the room singing and seeming to be in a great mood. That was until he smelled and saw the smoke.

“This doesn’t smell like mom.” Ross complained.

 “No, it doesn’t, does it? But you wanted lumps, Ross?” Monica turned around and pulled out that spoon that was now stuck in the solid, burnt, black potatoes. “Well, here you go buddy, you got one!” 

“Oh God, this is great! The planes gone, so I guess I’m stuck here with you guys.” Rachel complained about her misfortune as she set the phone down. 

“Hey, we all had better plans, okay. This was nobody’s first choice.” You couldn’t really believe what had come out of Joey’s mouth, and you couldn’t help but look at him with furrowed eyebrows and an astonished look on your face. It may not have gone the way anybody planned, but it was the best Thanksgiving you had had in a long, long time. You crossed your arms and sadly turned around when you heard that it was Monica’s turn.

“Oh, really? So why was I busting my ass to make this delicious Thanksgiving dinner?” Monica yelled louder as she pointed to the burnt food behind her. Just then everyone started fighting and while you tried to calm everybody down, everyone was just too heated to listen or hear you. But that was it you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” You yelled at the top of your lungs as you jumped and stomped just trying to get everyone’s attention. 

“Now this feels like Thanksgiving.” Chandler smiled at the fighting that was going on, but you weren’t going to have that. You were going to make this Thanksgiving spectacular whether he liked it or not.

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All seven of you were all sitting in your own spots in the room, no one was talking to each other and no one even dared to look at each other. Monica sitting in the arm chair staring at the wall, Ross and Rachel on the couch, you at the table with your head resting on your arms across from Joey and next to Chandler, and Phoebe who was sitting in a chair and staring out of the window and to the neighbors that lived across the street. “Ew!” Phoebe’s exclamation made all of you escape your own thoughts. 

“What” Rachel asked her. 

“Ugly Naked Guy just took his turkey out of the oven.” Sure it sounded too intriguing, it was just none of you wanted to get up. “Oh, my God. He’s not alone. Ugly Naked Guy is having Thanksgiving dinner with Ugly Naked Gal.” Once Phoebe announced it, it was like none of you could control it anymore. All of you jumped out of your seats and ran to the window just to see what was going on. 

“All right, Ugly Naked Guy!” Joey yelled his support right next to you. 

“Awe, ugly naked dancing.” It was really cute how two people that were so odd and so comfortable with being naked would make such a cute couple. 

“It’s nice that he has someone.” Phoebe, always the one to say what all of you were thinking did it again. And when you looked side to side, from Ross and to Joey to wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you leaned your head on his shoulder as you realized that it was really nice not to be alone for once on a holiday, or ever really. You had six incredible people that cared for you and you cared for them, what else could you ask for. You felt Ross softly pat you on the shoulder before he patted Joey before he finally turned and walked away from the window. Using this opportunity to reach up and peck Joey on the lips before you yourself walked away. 

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“Shall I carve?” Chandler asked to your right from the head of the table while he held knives in both hands. 

“By all means.” Rachel smiled at him from your left when you both shared a satisfied smile. 

“All right,” Chandler agreed as he finally sunk his knives into the many, many stacked grilled cheeses. “Okay, who wants dark cheese and who wants light cheese?” You brother asked as he offered the plate, which you gratefully took from him. 

“I don’t even wanna know about the dark cheese.” Ross added to what Chandler made into a joke. 

“Does anybody want to split this with me?” Monica asked as she lifted up and sandwich.

“I will,” Joey raised his hand. 

“Make a wish.” Phoebe told them so that it could be like your very own wishbone, but it seemed Monica and Joey didn’t understand when they just stared at her.

“You know, Thanksgiving.” You mimicked doing the movements of the wishbone which they got. So then the sandwich was lifted, Monica’s hand on one half, and Joey’s on the other half. Once they pulled apart Phoebe cheered.

“Woohoo, you got the bigger half, what’d you wish for?” She asked him.

“The bigger half,” he gave his honest answer with a straight face. You couldn’t help but rest your chin on your hand and just share a sweet smile with him. 

“Alright, I’d like to propose a toast. Little toast here.” Chandler clinked his knife to his wine glass to get everyone’s attention. I know this isn’t exactly the Thanksgiving all of you planned. But for me, this has been really great. You know?” Chandler asked, even though looking down at you, he knew that you knew. “I think because it didn’t involve divorce or projectile vomiting. Anyway, I was just thinking, if you had gone to Vail, or if you had gone to Joey’s parents, or if you guys had been with your family, or if you didn’t have syphilis and stuff. We wouldn’t be all together, you know?” Chandler continued with his speech until he was behind Ross and Joey while all of you had your wine glasses raised. “So I guess what I’m trying to say is that, uh, I’m very thankful that all of your Thanksgivings sucked.” With that we all thanked him as we all reached toward the center of the table and clinked our glasses together before each taking a sip. 

“And hey,” Ross got everyone’s attention again. “Here’s to a lousy Christmas.”

“And a crappy New Year.” Rachel had to add before everyone clinked their glasses together again. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that, yep you were definitely going to be okay.   

#friends #friends rewrite #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #sister!bing #bing!reader #chandler bing #ross geller #rachel green #phoebe buffay #monica geller

[pinoyrella]

Part 2 🌸

Chapter 5, Part 2

FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Tsukishima Akiteru, Tanaka Saeko, Karasuno Volleyball Team, Karasuno High School + Shiratorizawa.

TW: Mild Language 

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn 

-This part contains comedy, and fluff if you squint.

WORD COUNT: 3,200+

“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist 🌸

A/N: Here’s part 2!!! of the 3! Hope you enjoy again, hehehe! 💞💕💓

Greetings.

The sound of an alarm rings throughout the small room.

Tsukishima lets out a low groan, turning to his side to snooze the alarm, before sitting up and grabbing his glasses placed beside it, reading ‘08:00’ on his alarm.

Checking his phone, he immediately notices a notification, swiping his phone and he is taken back to the Karasuno Volleyball Club’s groupchat.

-

[KAWWWW-rasuno VB Bois 😎🏐]

Yesterday

17:16 p.m

Sawamura D. : “Tanaka did you lock up the gym?”

17:16 p.m

Tanaka R. : “OH SHIT M BAD”

17:18 p.m

Nishinoya Y. : “BWAHAAHAH RYUU”

17:19 p.m

Ennoshita C. : “You’re joking, tell me you’re joking”

17:19 p.m

Tanaka R. : “IM GOING- IM GOING BACK”

17:35 p.m

Tanaka R. : “I forgot the keys, going back again”

17: 53 p.m

Tanaka R. : “It’s locked already?”

17:56 p.m

Kiyoko S. : “Oh, Tanaka I’m sorry I just saw the messages. Hinata and Kageyama locked up the other night.”

17:58 p.m

Nishinoya Y. : “Kiyoko-san 👉🏼👈🏼🥺”

Read ✓✓✓

8 NEW MESSAGES

Today

07:42 a.m

Sawamura D. : “Good morning team, don’t forget to meet up in front of the school by 8:45”

07:43 a.m

Nuisance 1 : “DAICHI-SAN IM SO EXCITED!!! I’LL BE THERE 8:30!!!”

07:45 a.m

Nishinoya Y. : “OI HINATA THAT’S THE SPIRIT”

07:46 a.m

Nuisance 1: “NOYA-SAN!!!!!”

07:50 a.m

Sawamura D. : “ENOUGH. OTHERS ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP”

7:52 a.m

Azumane A. : “it’s a little too late for that…”

07:58 a.m

Sugawara K. : “listen to the captain!! n e wayz see u all in a jiffy!”

07:59 a.m

King Nuisance 2: “jiffy?”

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, exiting the group chat before heading to check his other messages.

1 NEW MESSAGE

Today

08:00 a.m

Yams: “Tsukki! Don’t forget to bring your sports glasses! See u soon!”

Tsukishima takes a mental note of what his friend sent him, replying with a ‘thx’ before exiting, and checking the last notification. It’s from you. 

5 NEW MESSAGES

Today

02:23 a.m

Y/n: “KEI!!! I know ur probably asleep right now but, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to wake up the same time as u guys.. So I hope you’ll see this message when u wake up!”

02:25 a.m

Y/n: “I hope you sleep well tonight and get a bunch of rest, you’re going to do incredible! There’s no other person who I know that can block as great as you!!!”

02:26 a.m

Y/n: “You can do it, you will do it! You’re gonna BWOOSH BAM WAPOW that big guy Ushi-something’s spikes!! I’ll be cheering you on tomorrow, don’t forget! Okay goodnight now love u!!!!”

02:27 a.m

Y/n: “ 🥺💓💖💕💘💗💞💓💘💕💓💕💓💘💖💕💓💘💗💞💕💘💓💘💖💗💞🗿💖💘💓💕💗💞“

02:28 a.m

Y/n: “AHHH I didn’t mean to send the Moai emoji please pretend it’s a heart ToT”

Tsukishima can’t help but allow a smile to creep past him, fortunately for him he was alone, in the comfort of his room.

07:07 a.m

Tsukki💞: “Thanks, see u later nerd.”

Tsukishima writes before hopping out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.

-

“Oh? Tsukki!” Yamaguchi calls, the heads of the Karasuno volleyball team members turning as Tsukishima makes his way past the school gates, exhausted.

“TSUKISHIMA!!!!” Calls, waving his arms to his fellow middle blocker. “SHUT UP HINATA” Kageyama yells. Daichi immediately breaks up the duo, giving a deathly glare as the second years chuckle. “Sorry…” The two mumble before Yamaguchi and Yachi approach the tall blonde.

“Please place your bags in the compartment below Tsukishima-kun.” Yachi instructs, receiving a tired nod from the boy.

“Good morning kids” The group turn their heads to see as their Coach and Advisor make their way out of the school building, with a folder of documents in hand, along with a first aid kit.

“Alright, I know we’re all tired, so rest up as much as you can on the drive.” He starts before looking at the captain. Daichi nods before giving Tanaka, Noya, Hinata and Kageyama a side glare. The four immediately gulp as the team begins to board the bus.

-

The bus makes a stop as the boys inside begin to dissemble. Kiyoko and Yachi help clear the bottom cart of the bus, unloading the baggage.

“The drive didn’t seem too bad” Asahi yawns before hopping off the bus. The sound of a crow crying waking him up.

“All right, let’s go everyone!” Sugawara pushes. “Yeah” The team lets out as they begin to walk towards the entrance of the building.

Daichi stays behind as he exchanges a conversation with three of his fellow female classmates from the girl’s volleyball team.

-

“Thanks again for giving me a ride to the game Aki-nii! I didn’t know you’d be back in town so soon, did you come just to watch Tsukki’s game?” You jump out of his car as you turn to meet him on the other side.

“Shhh Y/n-chan! He doesn’t know I’m here… Well, let alone he didn’t want me to come” He adjusts his hat and sunglasses. “And it’s no problem!” He gives a thumbs up before you let out a soft laugh. “You go ahead, I’m going to wait before going in, just in case he arrived the same time as we did” You nod before waving and running off.

-

“Wow” Tanaka lets out “So this is the finals… There’re so many people.” Nishinoya turns to his brethren before reassuring him. “Ryuu, this is no time to be scared!”

The man turns immediately to him “I’m not scared!”

Nishinoya closes his eyes before looking down, placing a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Listen, Ryuu. Picture this.” His gaze rises “The finals… Our opponents are Shiratorizawa. What do you think is going to happen when we play to a crowd this big?

Tanaka eyes him, confused “What’s going to happen?” Just as he questions, the sounds of girls chattering passes the two, he immediately jumps up.

Nishinoya dives, chest facing down as he extends his arms to save the ball from dropping to the floor. HUP

Tanaka jumps, higher above the net before spiking, not giving the opposite team a chance to react. BAM

The crowd of Shiratorizawa girls go wild, “AH NISHINOYA-KUN! TANAKA-KUN! YOU’RE AMAZING” They cheer excitedly.

The two let out a sexy and husky chuckle.

”Nishinoya-kun, Tanaka-kun” An angelic voice calls out, making the two turn their heads to meet miss Kiyoko Shimizu.

”D-do your best out there…” She quietly wishes before covering her face with her hands.

The two boys join hands, giving each other a look of great determination.

“Noya-san, I’m gonna do this! I’m gonna become a hero after this match!” Tanaka promises his friend, giving a snarky smile. “I’m not gonna lose, Ryuu!” Nishinoya replies, reciprocating the same snarky smile. “RWWWAAAAAAAAUURRRGHHHHH” The two growl, causing the attention of people around to judge.

Ennoshita watches besides Narita and Kinoshita unamused before his friend speaks “They seem more hyped up than usual…”

“Guts! Guts! Guts! Guts!” They scream before Ennoshita cuts them off. “Hey, you’re embarrassing us, stop screaming!” He scolds.

“I’m glad those guys never change…” Narita lets out a small laugh as the two continue their screaming.

“Guts! Guts! Guts! Guts!” The team turns their head to watch as their mates continue to scream before Daichi comes back, obviously unamused. Just before Hinata was going to join in,  “SHUT UP, YOU TWO!” The captain yells. Yamaguchi lets out a chuckle as Tsukishima lets out a sigh. “As expected…”

“Come on, let’s go!” “YEAH!”

As the team makes their way into the gym, Hinata is stopped by his two old middle school friend’s, exchanging a quick conversation before splitting and catching up to his team, before getting into yet another quarrel with Kageyama.

“Why, you!” The sound of Kageyama growling causes Tsukishima to turn and give a look of annoyance between the two.

“Hey! Stop it, you two!” Daichi scolds. “You’re wasting energy before the finals? Are you guys completely stupid?” Tsukishima butts in bluntly, watching as Kageyama continually tries to strangle Hinata.

Yamaguchi lets out a look of embarrassment as he turns to notice the gaze from others in the hallway. “Well, we might immediately lose anyways…” Tsukishima scoffs before reaching into his bag.

“Yams!!” Yamaguchi turns to notice you running your way up to him, noticing him immediately. “Y/n!” Yamaguchi greets happily. Tsukishima looks up to see your running figure as he zips his bag shut. 

Yachi’s attention turns to you before greeting you, along with the rest of the team. “Y/n! You made it!” “Yachi I told you I’d come!” You whine before taking her hands. The sound of a strap snapping causes your gaze to turn to Tsukishima, who is adjusting his sport’s glasses.

“Good grief. Come on, let’s go” The captain lets out, finally stopping the two from their escapades.

You walk in between Kiyoko and Yachi along with the team.

“All right. As soon as we put our stuff away, we’re going to warm up!” Daichi states as his team lets out a “YEP!” in sync.

“Y/n, this is where we’re going to split up for a little bit, I’ll join you up by the bleachers once official starts!” Yachi informs you and you give a small smile. “It’s no worries!” You turn to notice Tsukishima’s eyes on you, immediately looking away before making eye contact.

You turn to face the team, wishing them a good luck before making your way to Tsukishima.

“Tsukki! Remember, I’ll be cheering for you!” You give a bright smile before heading off.

The boy stands there flustered, obviously trying so hard to hide his reaction before his senior calls. “Tsukki~” Sugawara teases, ruffling the top of his head. Nishinoya and Tanaka join in on the teasing as Yamaguchi lets out a snicker.

“Alright let's go!” Daichi orders. “Let’s go!”

-

You make your way up the bleachers, finding a seat as you watch the boys practice. Getting up to watch, you rest on the railing before Kageyama looks to find you, giving you a wave. You smile giving him a wave back before finding Tsukishima in the audience.

Just as you were to call out to him, you feel a heavy weight shove you. You let out a yelp as you shut your eyes from the impact. The feeling of liquid trickling down your clothes before squeaking out an apology.

-

Kageyama watches the spilled “accident” before immediately making his way off court.

“Oi! Kageyama where are you going?!” Daichi calls, Kageyama ignoring him as he leaves through the doors.

Tsukishima turns his head to watch as the setter runs out, then looking up to find you and Manami in the audience, this doesn’t look good. His eyes widened slightly in shock, as he was about to run out to assist you- his senior calls for him. He looks between you and his senior before assisting his senior instead.

-

“I-I’m so sorry!” You yelp, feeling liquid triple down your now wet attire. You open your eyes to meet the harsh glare of Manami. “Oops, my bad.” She replies antagonistically before walking off with Watabe.

You stand there bewildered, looking down and letting out a sigh. You make your way from the bleachers to the bathroom, hoping you can dry and spare this day from being completely ruined with your soaked blouse.

-

Standing in front of the mirror, you let out a sigh of frustration and you aggressively press the layer of napkins to your blouse, trying to dry it, but it doesn’t seem to be working as much as you hoped it would.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you toss the napkin away before making your way out, only to bump into Kageyama.

Kageyama stands in front of you, “Are you okay?” He asks quietly before you let out a small “yeah”. He takes his hand, bringing it closer to you. Looking, you watch as he is offering you his spare jersey to wear. “Oh! Kageyama it’s okay, really I-” “Please take it, you could get sick.” He states before you nod, taking it from his hands and thanking him.

Realization hits before you run behind him, beginning to push him. “Go back! You’re missing valuable time to practice, don’t worry about me!” He turns to face you, giving your head a pat before smiling slyly. He waves to you before running off, leaving you.

You quickly change from your blouse, tucking the useless piece of clothing into your little bag. You look up into the mirror and realize just how big it looks on you, draping nearly past your thighs. Zipping your bag up, you immediately make your way out of the bathroom to the bleachers.

-

“KAGEYAMA!” Hinata yells as the setter makes his way back into the court. “Kageyama-kun, are you alright?” Kiyoko asks before he nods. Explaining to her how he had watched as someone spilled their drink on you, only leaving to help you briefly. From this Yamaguchi and Tsukishima hear, they look back up to the bleachers to still find you gone. 

The two share a brief moment of silence looking at each other. Tsukishima is about to run out, before the coach calls for him. 

“Tsukishima-kun! Don’t think about leaving. Everyone get ready to line-up” He calls before Tsukishima nods, following his orders.

He looks back up to the bleachers, worried and wanting to give you his spare jersey to change into, thinking of how sitting through an entire game in wet clothes is bound to get you sick.

Yachi bids her team a ‘good luck’ before making her way off court.

-

You make your way back to the railing, just in time to meet the booming voice of your school’s Vice Principal. 

“Listen up, everyone!” He yells, you stop and turn your attention to him. “We need to cheer as loud as we can so our cheers’ becomes the players’ strength!” You let out a “right!” along with the other students, surprised by his behavior. “The vice-principal sure seems worked up about this.” You hear your classmate say to his friend besides you. “Was he always like that?” His friend replies as you let out a low chuckle.

“Go, go, Karasuno! Push it, push it, Karasuno!” The Vice Principal cheers, clapping the two cones in his hands together. The school repeats the cheer, but incredibly off sync. Causing the Vice Principal to let out another scold. “We just practiced this yesterday!” You watch as you homeroom teacher makes her way to calm him down.

“A-are they gonna be okay?” You hear the voice of another man besides you, turning to find a tall man besides another who you deemed familiar. ‘Yamaguchi’s mentor!’ You remember before turning your attention to hear a familiar voice whispering.

“I’m not anyone suspicious!” You watch as Akiteru is being pulled by gorgeous blonde baddie, making her way to the three of you by the railing. “I saw this suspicious guy wandering around!” You turn to look at the ‘suspicious man’, remembering the hat, sunglasses and face mask he was preparing when you two hopped out of his car. “He ran when he saw me, so I caught him!” ‘That is very suspicious’ you admit to yourself as she meets up to the three of you. “He could be a Shiratorizawa spy!”

And at that, you can’t help but laugh. “What?!” Shimada questions and you watch Akiteru trying to explain himself. “W-wait! I’m a relative!” He removes his sunglasses and mask, continuing his alibi. “I’m Tsukishima Kei’s older brother!” He proudly says.

“Tsukishima-kun’s older brother?!” The two men reply in shock.

“SHHHH! SHHHH! He told me not to come to the match.” You look down and notice Tsukishima glaring up to the stands, obviously aware of his older brother’s presence. You watch as Akiteru ducks under the railing, before looking down and giving him a wave. He waves back slowly before turning his focus back on his coach.

“Those two are nothing alike, especially their personalities.” The tall blonde man says to the shorter blonde woman. 

Your snickering causes the attention of the four adults to turn to you. “Huh?” You watch as the woman approaches you. “You’re so cute!” She lets out before looking down to notice your jersey. The other three adults following her gaze. 

Their eyes widen in shock, especially Akiteru’s. “Are you here for Tobio-kun?!” She asks, obviously loving the cute idea of wearing your significant other’s jersey to his game.

Akiteru watches you, awaiting your answer. Wondering if it’s true, confused on how the last time he had visited it felt so obvious you felt something for his younger brother.

“N-no that’s not it! He’s one of my friends, he offered me his spare jersey not too long ago because of an accident.” You reply, not noticing the sigh of relief Akiteru lets out.

“Awh, that would have been so cute” She replies disappointedly, resting her arm on the railing.

“I’m Saeko, Tanaka’s older sister, you can call me Saeko-nee” She winks and you are left flustered, exchanging a greeting back. “These two over there are Shimada and Takinoue” She points to the other two men, you share a greeting with them as well.

“And this one over here” She points to Akiteru. “Suspicious man” She laughs and you notice Akiteru fume again. “I told you I’m not suspicious, tell her Y/n-chan!” “Y/n-chan?” The women turns back to you. “Oh? Do you know him? Blink twice if you don’t” She jokes.

“Y-yes I do, don't worry! We actually came together. We’re neighbors!” You assure her and she lets out an ‘ah’ before you hear the familiar sound of your friend.

“Y/n-chan!” “Yachi!” She meets beside you, greeting the other four adults before her gaze falls onto your clothing.

“I-is that Kageyama’s?!” She asks flustered and you nod, explaining the same thing you have told the other four adults, not wanting her to think you had anything romantic going on with one of your friends.

The sound of a whistle blown causes everyone’s attention to turn to the court, you watch as the game begins, the team’s lining up on both ends as the reporter announces the teams. “We will now begin the Japanese National High School Volleyball Tournament, Miyagi’s Prefecture Qualifiers, Boy’s Finals.”

You watch in anticipation, feeling your heart race with excitement.

“Miyagi’s Karasuno High School. Miyagi’s Shiratorizawa Academy.”

You yell out a cheer with the crowd, watching both captains exchange a hand shake.

“Wow there's a bunch of TV crews” Saeko lets out.

“We will now introduce Karasuno High School’s starting line-up.” The speakers announce, turning everyone’s attention back to Karasuno’s side of the court. “Number 1, Sawamura Daichi. Number 3, Azumane Asahi. Number 5, Tanaka Ryuunosuke.” “RYUU!!!” Saeko cheers besides you. “Number 9, Kageyama Tobio. Number 10, Hinata Shoyo.” You let out a cheer for your two friends, before the last player is announced. “Number 11, Tsukishima Kei” With his name said, you let out an even louder cheer, with Akiteru, watching as he jogs across the court to meet his team.

Afterwards, the reporter announces Shiratorizawa’s line-up. You shake with Yachi in intimidation, watching the very tall boys jog across the court one by one.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please cheer on both teams and wish them the best.”

You let out a sigh before turning to the five people besides you. “Oh geez, I’m starting to feel nervous.” 

Let the games begin.

Part 1

Part 3

Chapter 5

[clericbyers]

please. please yams. i am begging you with my whole soul for you to write a cheesy fluffy thing of will calling mike “mikey” and mike just melting on the spot right there

a cheesy fluffy thing of will calling mike “mikey” and mike just melting on the spot right there

is that it? :P

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It had been two weeks since Mike and Will finally put their denial to the side and decided to take the next step in their relationship. It was mostly a subtle thing but Will had taken the time to figure out what pet names Mike preferred. So far, Mike was pretty nonchalant about all the ones Will had used, but he did blush whenever Will called him love or babe. Mike actually got very flustered with Will which was a bit of surprise given he was very chill and flippant when with El. It was a nice change though, seeing Mike stumble over his words after making eye contact with Will, watching him blush after Will kissed him goodnight on the porch.

So yes, Will had made it a new mission to find the perfect pet name for his boyfriend. Mike didn’t seem to mind anyway, which made it all the more fun. Something about being able to express his love and affection for Mike so easily made the mission more fun than Will ever intended for it to be.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Will called as he laid his head on Mike’s lap and read a random magazine. Mike looked down at him with slightly pink cheeks but unamusent in his gaze. “You wanna head outside for a bit? Grab a lunch downtown?”

“Sure,” Mike shrugged, “I have an extra $20 after all. I don’t mind treating you.”

“My boyfriend is so kind,” cooed Will as he sat up to kiss Mike’s nose. “He treats me so well.”

“Your boyfriend treats you because he loves you,” Mike tilted Will’s head so he could kiss him. “He loves you so much.”

“I’m so spoiled,” Will giggled and then stole a couple more kisses. “I love you, too, darling. Let me get my coat and we’ll be on our way out.”

Mike smiled, a darker red in his cheeks—darling was a winner then—and Will hopped off the couch to grab what he needed. Mike was tying his shoes at the door when Will came back downstairs from grabbing his coat and Will took a moment to watch him attended to his shoe. It was casual and normal, nothing too special, and his long fingers constantly fumbled with the string, but something about Mike’s awkwardness warmed Will’s heart with soothing love.

“You’re adorable, Mikey.”

At that, Mike bolted to his feet and stumbled, eyes wide with surprise as his face went bright red. Will raised his eyebrows at that; he hadn’t meant to embarrass Mike that much. The taller boy put his hands to his cheeks and blushed more. “Oh,” he murmured, grinning a little before he turned to fully face Will. “I think you found it.”

Will bounced over to Mike with a laugh. “Mikey, huh? You like that one?”

Mike shrugged but his smile was a lot more dreamy. “I guess. I don’t know; it made me feel kinda...fuzzy inside. Melting almost.”

“Good. I want you to feel that way always because,” and Will took Mike’s hands in his own, “you make me feel that way just by sitting next to me. You make me melt like butter just by smiling at me.”

“Oh Will,” Mike pressed a kiss to Will’s forehead. “You always make me feel like I’m floating in the clouds, pet name or not. But I appreciate the effort, baby.”

Will flushed and playfully shoved at Mike. “Yeah, yeah, c’mon, you sap; let’s go and eat, Mikey.”

#anon #yams answers #yams writes #this one is cuteeeeee

[theniceprincess-tnp-reboot]

He'd pretend to be a jellysaur. Maybe a chicken as well when Yam jokingky mentions how chickens are closely related to jellysaurs. Milk is Unamused Dad *TM* while Mala laughs her ass off.

Nskshdoehdwoduwodn

[wakandan-flowerz]

Our Love In Color XV

A/N: I’m posting this late but, you know. The reader is Black and plus-sized so don’t come in here on that bs. Check masterlist for previous parts.

Warnings: Fluff, plot progression

Translations: yam ivu-my rose

M’Baku stood in the throne room, the light from dawn breaking in. The light brown wood with the elaborate backing of it. He sighed, as looking at it put this crushing weight on his chest. “Staring and dreaming again?”

M’Baku turned around to see Niyi walking in. He turned back to the throne, glaring at it again. “Tell me. What would be the first thing you would change as Chief?” Niyi asked.

“I’m not so sure.” M’Baku said. “Some could use higher wages. No one is exactly poor but, there is nothing wrong with being equal in pay.”

Niyi nodded, approvingly. “What about the rest of Wakanda? We’ve been separated from them for years. Would it not be time to change that?”

“No. Their ways are too depended on their technology. Keeping us hidden from the rest of the world is one thing I may be able to agree on but, to rely on the vibranium in such a way…no. The lines drawn millennia ago can stay drawn.” M’Baku said.

Niyi hummed and unfolded her arms. “Well, the idea will come again. Just be prepared for it.” She walked up to him, placing a comforting hand on his chest. “M’Baku, it’s time. You need to make your push to become Chief of the Jabari. There should be nothing holding you back now. What else could you be waiting for?”

“I’m not sure what held me back in the first place.” M’Baku said.

“You are well of age. You have this in your blood.” She said. “It is your time.”

“And so what would I do?” he asked, turning to her.

“You and your father have differences but, the one thing he will never deny you is your right to the tribe. You find your confidence and confront him. Tell him you are ready.” Niyi said.

“But, I can’t forgive him for what he has done. To you. The things he said to Y/N.” he said.

“Then use that as the fuel to prove him wrong.” She said. “Hanuman would not keep you from what is yours. He gifted you love and color. Now, instead of waiting for another gift, take what is yours.”

M’Baku took a deep breath, nodding.

“M’Baku, you have to do this by yourself. I will give you support but, this is no one else’s journey but, yours.” Niyi said. “Don’t wait. Go to him, now.”

M’Bako sat in his office, studying a map of the land. M’Baku came through the large wooden doors. His father looked up at him, settling into his seat. “Yes?”

“I’m ready.” M’Baku said.

“For?” M’Bako asked, unamused.

“To be Chief. No more waiting. No more grooming. No more talk.” M’Baku said, walking into the room and planting his hands on his father’s desk, staring into his eyes.

“So…you plan on putting any and all effort into this?” M’Bako said. “No more dawdling. You’ll put your best foot forward and claim your right as Chief.”

“Yes.” He said.

“And brought this sudden burst of revelation?” M’Bako asked.

M’Baku pressed his lips together and eased off the desk. “I’m done waiting.”

“Well, you were only waiting on yourself. Did you need a sign from Hanuman? Or did your sweetheart have to…” M’Bako started.

“You don’t get to talk about her! This has nothing to do with her. But don’t think I will allow what you did to slide. Y/N is my love and you will treat her with respect. The things you said to her, you won’t get a second chance to say them, again.” M’Baku said.

M’Bako looked up at his son and sighed. He raised an eyebrow at him and gave a shrug. “Sure. I’ll put effort towards it. Since all of a sudden you want to be a man.”

“Stop it, old man. You want me to step up so here it is! We start now! Today.” M’Baku said.

M’Bako chuckled, nodding his head. “So be it. You’ve been to council meetings and provided input but, this afternoon, you are going to run it. I will only be a silent character. Do not look to me for answers and approval. It will be up to you to make all final decisions.”

You could feel triumph, not yours clearly. You sat at home, disappointed. M’Baku didn’t come get you after work like he usually did. However, you could feel him being proud so maybe something had to be taken care of. You twisted the thread in between your fingers, sighing.

“Y/N, do you want to talk about last night?” Your mother said.

You shrugged. “It’s over. It’s behind me.” You said.

“Then why do I believe that you are still thinking about?” she asked.

“I’m trying not to, believe me.” You sighed.

“Tell me what happened.” Your mother said, dropping her needles and moving over to where you were sitting.

“The Chief asked me questions.” You said. “It felt more like I was being roasted over an open fire than him trying to get to know me. It was embarrassing. M’Baku stuck up for me in the end but…”

“It didn’t really make you feel better.” Your mother said. She pulled on one of your braids, fingering the shell at the end. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It may take time for the Chief to come around.”

“As the way M’Baku describes him, he seems quite bullheaded and stuck within his ways. I’m not sure if he’d ever accept me.” You sighed.

“Is it important that he accepts you?” your mother asked.

“I’m not sure.” You said, shrugging.

“Well, let’s focus on what is important. Focus on your relationship. Let Hanuman handle the Chief.” She said, brushing off your shoulder.

“Did you and Baba have trouble in your relationship?” you asked.

“No. Our families were supportive because of course it wasn’t like they could stop us.” She said. “So, we can’t relate on the trouble you are going through. But, I can give advice on the relationship. However, whatever you do is solely your decisions.”

“Well, M’Baku said he would come see me after work and he didn’t show up.” You said. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and you got that warm feeling again.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” She chuckled. You got up and went to the door. You opened it and gave a small smile but, then you got that disappointed feeling again reminding yourself he did neglect to come see you.

“I know I missed you, yam ivu. I’m sorry.” He said, sighing. “May I come in?”

You slipped your body through the door and closed it from the outside. M’Baku lifted his eyebrows at you. You felt his surprise and a tinge of embarrassment as he stood there. “You have explaining to do.” You said.

“I know. Again, I’m sorry.” He huffed. “Look, I would have came but, I went to talk to the Chief.”

You looked up at him, arms crossed. “And?” you asked.

“I officially start my campaign for Chief. It’ll take a matter of two months, maybe less but, it’s finally happening.” M’Baku said. You fought the urge to smile. You were proud of him and you wanted to show it. Your body language cracking as you bounced on the balls of your feet and fought to keep your arms crossed over your chest. But a part of you was disappointed that his comment wasn’t about talking to his father in regards to respecting you.

“Congratulations.” You said, dryly. “But, I can’t accept that as an excuse right now.”

“I feel something is wrong. Does this have to do with the dinner? Y/N, I’m sorry you had to be the subject of that.” M’Baku said.

“And again, it wasn’t exactly your fault. But, I was hoping to see you.” You said. “Especially since, you asked to meet me. I waited for you but, you never showed up.”

“Y/N, yam ivu. Please, don’t be upset. Unfold your arms, I don’t like it.” He said.

“And I don’t like being stood up. Especially when I need you.” You said, growing irate.

“Usana, calm down.” M’Baku said. “I didn’t come here to fight with you. I came to make up for lost time and to talk.”

“Well, the way you did it wasn’t right, M’Baku.” You said, going to sit on the bench of your porch. M’Baku watched you, brows furrowed. He shuffled over to you, taking a seat next to you.

“Y/N, I apologize. I’m sorry for my behavior. You deserve better and on this day, I lacked what you needed.” He said. “Can you undo your arms and face me so we can actually talk? Please?”

You didn’t budge, looking at him and then back off to the scenery. “I did talked to the Chief about you. He said, he would be more civil in his attitude towards you.”

You drop your arms, placing your hands on your knees and turning to look at him. He smiled at you. You pressed your lips together, trying your best not to crack a smile. M’Baku started to laugh which made you giggle. Soon, you both were in laughter. M’Baku pulled you into him, tickling your sides. You erupted in screams and pleas for him to stop.

“Okay, stop. Don’t!” you said. M’Baku held your close, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Forgive me.” He requested in a soft voice.

“I have, okay? You’re forgiven.” You hummed.

“I never want for you to be upset with me. Ever, yam ivu.” He said.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. M’Baku initiated another kiss, this one deeper than the last. You pulled away and nodded your head towards the window. “My mother is home, M’Baku.” You whispered.

“Ah, right.” He said, bringing his hands from your waist to higher up your back. “Can we go for a walk? I want hear about your day.”

“Yes, we can. But you have to tell me about you becoming Chief now.” You said. M’Baku chuckled as he guided you down the steps.

“So what does this mean for us? You becoming Chief?” you asked.

“Well, of course you’d become Chieftess.” He said, pulling you in.

“What would that entail?” you asked.

“Well, there are responsibilities. I’ll need you. Being Chieftess isn’t just a title, you do become a major member of the council and even take part in the leadership of the tribe.” M’Baku said.

You got this feeling as if you were pregnant with a squid. You stopped along the path but, M’Baku took your hand. You pressed your lips together and looked at the horizon. “You think I could be Chieftess?”

“Y/N, no other woman could do it.” He said. “Yes, this does mean that this will be a joint journey. Don’t worry about the things the Chief said. Niyi can help you.”

“Groom me.” You corrected.

“Yam ivu…” he started. You shrugged away from him. “I realize this may be a lot to consume and think about.”

“M’Baku, I’m guessing this comes with the territory of being with you.” You said. “I can’t take this lightly. And it’s not like I can opt out of this.”

“Don’t feel pressured by this.” M’Baku said.

“It’s not like it’s going to be easy.” You chuckled.

“But, if you let me help you and if we talk to Niyi, things might go smoother.” He said. “I won’t do this with anyone else. I can’t.”

“This is a lot, M’Baku.” You whispered. “And I’m scared. But, I get you need me and for this I’ll need you, too.”

“Together, Y/N. We’ll do this together” M’Baku said. You smiled as he brought you in for a kiss.

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November eleventh. The date was branded into the flesh of her cerebellum, it scorned her like an unfaithful husband in a soap opera, and Beca hated it. She would've loved it, but since it's already passed it was just another day that burns with each sunset. November eleventh was supposed to be her due date, two girls, and it was currently Thanksgiving day.

They certainly were planning for quite the entrance, and she literally could not wait another second. Her boobs ached and her lower back was constantly sore, on the occasion there was a pain in her tailbone, Beca had had enough. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing until you go over your due date. “Are the yams done?”

“Yeah, need me to get them out of the oven?” she asked as she pressed the pie crust into the pan.

“It's okay, I got it.” Beca kept working on filling the pies to get them in the oven. She felt extremely fatigued, but she knew that her wife wanted to have Thanksgiving at their house. There was definitely room, it was just so much work, they had asked Aubrey to help with dinner, but really her job was to distract their four year old daughter, Kara.

“Mama, mama, mama!” She came barrelling through their kitchen, and bumped into Beca, making her lean more on her right foot, which didn't help her with the discomfort she was feeling either. 

“Yeah, angel face?” She let her hand rest on her little brunette melon.

“Al’en!” She pointed her finger at Aubrey, who stood in the doorway with her fingers framing her face and her tongue sticking out, blowing raspberries. The scene was cute until it wasn't.

“Spill some water? Your pants are wet.” Chloe asked casually, too focused on pinning pineapple rings onto the ham.

“Chloe.” Beca held the bottom of her stomach, she looked down at the liquid streaking down her pants.

“Yeah, babe?” she turned around to see Beca's wide eyes, she assessed the expression on her face and she looked down at her pants.

“Don't panic.” Her lips pulled apart and her jaw fell completely open looking at the wet marks on her pants.

“I-Is it time?”

“Yeah, yeah, get the car.” Beca started waddling toward the living room, she looked over her shoulder and saw Chloe just standing there in shock. She turned around and she stood in front of her wife. “Chloe, my love, we need to get going and pull it together, can you do that for me?” She nodded and wordlessly walked to the door.

Beca sighed but her sigh turned into a grimace as she felt the first contraction start. “Aubrey?” She clenched her teeth and grasped at the edge of the counter. She was slightly bent over, her chest grazed the cold surface, and then Aubrey breezed in with Kara on her back and an easy smile across her lips. It quickly disappeared at the sight of her friend in pain.

“Beca, what's wrong? Is it the babies?” She nodded and panted as the contraction ended.

“Don't panic, I'm fine…” she said a second time. “It's… time.”

“It's time?” Beca nodded at the repetition of the same words. “Okay, um, you go and I'll watch Kara, I can take your things later okay?” Chloe came back inside with Beca's coat and already tousled hair.

“Oh, honey.” Chloe cooed as she squeezed Beca's hips to relieve some pressure.

“I'm… fine, let's go.” she stood up and started walking toward the door. “We’ll… call. Angel face, I love you so much okay?”

“Bye, mama.” she and Aubrey waved from the door.

    “Why… are… we not… moving?” her teeth were bared and the car barely moved as they sat in bumper to bumper traffic.

“Okay,” Chloe started. She gnawed on her lip and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, trying to find words that wouldn't upset her. “Don't panic, but… we're caught in five o'clock rush hour.”

“What… what do you mean… we're caught in rush… hour? I need to have these babies now, Chloe!” She had her seat slightly reclined, enough to spread her legs and bend over somewhat to relieve some pressure. She rubbed her stomach and sat up, she threw her head back against the headrest and glared at Chloe. “We need to get to the hospital.”

“I know, my love, I'm trying, but we're stuck.” she tried to reason with her, but she started groaning, her contractions were at least five minutes apart, but they seemed to be getting more intense by the second, Chloe wasn't sure if they'd make it to a hospital or not.

The closest thing to a hospital on the block was a pharmacy. There was also a Taco Bell, their choices were slim, but if she knew her wife, she knew it'd be better to choose the latter due to her unhealthy love for Double Chalupas, but she wouldn't dare suggest such things at a time like this. She'd like to be alive for the birth of their two daughters.

“Find… a way… to… to… fix… it!” her knuckles were white with the grip she had on the door handle and her baby hairs stuck to her forehead despite the mild drop in temperature.

“I'm doing everything I can, but there's nothing I can do about the traffic, honey.” Chloe fought off the haughty voice at the back of her throat and kept her tone steady and neutral to not rile up the woman baring her children while she was in labor.

“You better… figure… it out before-” an animalistic growl rumbled up from inside her chest, making Chloe quake with fear, she paled and looked around cars to see anywhere to get off, she saw an opportunity to change lanes, so she cut off whoever had been coming, earning the performance of dozens of car horns behind them, and she got into faster-moving traffic. “Oh my God! Oh my God I'm gonna kill you! Oh, why did I let you talk me into this? Oh my God, I hate you!”

“I love you. So much.”

    “Mama, they're real small.” Kara said as she leaned over to see them. Beca stood there in the fuzzy socks she'd picked out for her birthday, in a nightgown her mother gave her, and with a soft daze left after hard labor.

“Yeah, they are…” she yawned and stroked Kara's hair. “I remember when I had you, you were so small.”

“Like a potato?” She giggled and sighed as she looked down at the swaddled burritos.

“Yeah, angel face, just like a potato.”

“Don't panic,” Chloe whispered into her wife's ear, putting her hand to the small of her back. “But all our family is outside that door waiting to see you.” Beca looked up from their bassinets and looked at Chloe with tired navy blue eyes.

“But… the kids, I don't… I feel like shit, I can't with my dad right now-”

“Who said anything about your dad?” She wriggled her eyebrows at her and Beca bit back a smile and she toyed with the hem of Chloe's sweatshirt.

“The Bellas?” She nodded and Beca stepped closer. “Dude, are you for real?”

“Um, dude, of course I am!” she whisper yelled. Beca nodded eagerly and Chloe put her two thumbs up and went to answer the door. “Hey, girls, you can come in now.” she rejoined Beca in front of the bassinets and stood there with a prideful smile on her face and Beca's hand in hers.

“Bellas, I want you to meet Stephanie and Alice Mitchell.” They turned around to pick up their newborns, stopping to admire the brown hair on their heads and the fact that no doubt they would have the Mitchell women's eyes. Chloe picked up Alice and rocked her so slightly and turned her to the large group of girls before them, she stroked her finger down her little cheek and looked back up at the Bellas. “This is your Aunt Aubrey, and Aunt Amy,”

“And your Aunt Cynthia, and Aunt Emily,” Beca stood beside Chloe with Stephanie fast asleep in her arms.

“And your Aunt Jessica, and Aunt Ashley,” when addressed, Jessica and Ashley held out their individual phones to them to show Stacie on Jessica's phone and Flo on Ashley's phone.

“And Aunt Stacie and Aunt Flo,” Amy giggled after she said 'Aunt Flo', causing all the Bellas to look at her, at first with unamusement then with fondness. “Okay, that was funny.” Beca relented.

“Good,” Amy said dropping her bag and digging out a plastic bag. “Because I come bearing gifts.” She pulled out a tupperware container filled with different Thanksgiving foods.

“Trade?” Beca arched her eyebrow at her friend and they swapped out, a baby for mashed potatoes and gravy. Beca had always actively avoided Thanksgiving due to nagging aunts and gloating successful cousins, but when she stumbled into auditions for the Bellas, no one could have ever convinced she'd actually enjoy it and call them her family.

And since no one could ever convinced her of that, she definitely thought that eating Thanksgiving leftovers in a hospital room with her best friend and wife, with their two twin daughters and their four year old, and six women and two on FaceTime sharing belated 'Happy Thanksgiving’ wishes should be enough convincing. This Thanksgiving, she was thankful for all the love she had in her life.

#Happy Thanksgiving #Bechloe Thanksgiving one-shot #Pregnant!Beca #fluff #yams and traffic jams #twins #domestic #Song Rec: Don't Panic by Coldplay #ifiOnlyhadmorePaper on AO3

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One unamused yams please!

okay go watch them while i smoke

#answered #anon #(i dont smoke) #the unamused yam #yams art

[magiimaginationdestination]

Something Strange (III)

"My name... Is Spartos."

You shook his hand even though he didn't hold it out for you, "nice to meet you. My name is Y/N."

He blinked for a moment, the name sounded familiar. But he didn't know why he shook if off and shook yours as well.

"Nice to meet you as well."

After having a pleasant conversation with, the waiter had brought the food Spartos had ordered for the two of you.

Your mouth watered at the sight, needless to say, you were starving. You immediately dug in.

Spartos then cut in, asking you a very interesting question. "Why are you in Sindria?" He asked, all of a sudden becoming serious.

You stopped and wiped your mouth, "well, I'm a traveler. I like going around and seeing new things..."

"With no money?"

You rubbed the back of neck sheepishly, "that was kind of an accident... I used it all up on my last trip..."

He rose a brow, "really? Well, does the name Sinbad mean anything to you?" He asked, intertwining his hands together.

You gave him a blank expression, "never heard of him. Who is he?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

He chuckled, "don't worry about it."

You smiled at him and continued eating, savoring each taste. This was probably the last meal you'd get in a while.

As you finished you bowed to Spartos in thanks, "I hope to repay you someday. Goodbye." You put your hood up and left the building.

Spartos watched as you left, his eyes squinted. His brother spoke of someone with the same name and appearance, maybe that was you.

Although, he wouldn't want to get his king's hopes up. So he would stay quiet.

•~•~•

You looked all around the town and sighed. Your best bet for a good nights sleep was in the forest.

You begrudgingly trudged into the forest and climbed up a tree. You sat on a branch to try and fall asleep.

You sighed, "that guy should've at least been nice enough to give me money..." She said referring to that mysterious voice from the gate.

You pulled your hood further down and began drifting off to sleep. Before you finally fell to sleep, you heard a voice.

Nice to see you again, my queen.

You sat up abruptly and looked around, "who said that?!" You yelled.

Look to your sword, my queen.

"Seriously?! Who's there?! And what queen are you talking about?!" You unsheathed your sword and seeing nothing you decided to look down at your sword.

You almost dropped your sword as you saw an eight-pointed star etched into it. You scratched at it with your finger to see if it would come off. It didn't.

"This is so weird... What is this?" You mumbled.

I'm your metal vessel.

"What the hell is that?" You asked, confused. You heard a sigh.

You don't remember?

"Not at all." You smiled and chuckled. You heard yet another sigh. The Djinn to which she referred to herself as Gaap, the 33rd dungeon.

The more she explained, the more you began to fall asleep. This was like another boring history lesson you had to go through.

And just like always in those lessons, you began to drift and then fall asleep.

~Dream

"Ha Ha! Come on! You're so slow!"

The boy behind you panted and envied your enthusiasm. "Not my fault, I'm old."

You scoffed, "you're 17! Don't be such a baby-" you then giggled- "this is the first time you called yourself old." You giggled then turned into a laugh.

He began to chuckle, he couldn't even say anything. All he could do was stare at you and listen to your heavenly laughter.

He only wished the moment could last forever. "Come on!" You yelled at the top of the hill.

He then began to run towards the one source of happiness he had, "I'm coming."

He ran through the field of soft grass meeting you at the top of the hill with a tree sitting at the top.

He smiled seeing you laying down on a lush field of flowers. He loved seeing your hair spill out before you, melding with the flowers.

He loved seeing the corners of your lips turn up into a smile, that was his favorite thing about you. Your smile.

He then laid down next to you and looked up to the clear blue sky above you. "It's beautiful outside," you acknowledged.

He hummed in agreement, "not as beautiful as you."

You laughed and covered the light blush on your face. You shoved him playfully, "oh, stop."

He persisted, "it's true."

You giggled and sat up, you grabbed a couple of flowers. You turned away from Sinbad so he couldn't see what you were making.

He tried looking but to no avail, "oi, Y/N. What are making?" He tried looking over your shoulders and even poking your sides, but nothing worked.

"Done!"

In your hands was a flower crown made of a different assortment of flowers you had picked. You weaved them together nicely.

You surprised him by placing it on his head, "my king."

He chuckled and pulled you to him by the waist, "I love you."

You giggled and winked, "I know."

He laughed and pulled you into a sweet kiss, causing you fall onto the flower bed with Sinbad on top of you.

~End

Y/N!

You jumped hearing someone calling your name, you looked around and grew confused seeing nothing.

Don't worry it was just me, my queen.

"Oh, well if you don't mind can you keep calling my Y/N? Queen just sounds weird..." It seemed even weirder that you were talking to a sword.

Um... Alright...

"Thank you. Anyway, you're from a dungeon, right? So, when did conquer yours?" You pondered, holding the sword in front of you.

When you were here in this world, did you not see the memory?

"Wait! That was you?! How'd you do that? I thought you only used water." You tilted your head, confused on her power.

Well, yes, but all I did was unlock a memory, she said a matter of factly.

Your eyes shined with curiosity, "that's amazing!"

Gaap smirked smugly at your enthusiasm. It felt nice to feel the recognition of her power.

You then thought of another question. "So, there are other Djinn, right?-" Gaap nodded- "does that mean you have a crush on any of them?" You smirked as you felt her blushing.

W-What?

You shrugged, "well, there are 72 aren't there?" You asked, "so, there's got to be one you like."

I'm not answering that...

You pouted but then thought of an idea, "as your queen I command you to answer."

Y-You can't do that!

You crossed your arms, "Yes, I can. You called 'my queen'. So, what the queen says goes."

She groaned and mumbled something. You grew smug, "I'm sorry, what~?" You sang.

The first dungeon! Baal!

You gave her a blank face, "who the hell is that?"

She sighed, you'll find out soon enough...

~*~*~

You giggled as you spun you around under the soft petals of the cherry blossom tree. It was a perfect day for you the two be outside, with the blossoms fluttering towards the ground, making the perfect romantic setting.

Sinbad gazed at your features, how could someone as delicate as you love someone like him. Without knowing it, he said those three words, "I love you," he breathed out.

Your eyes widened as he said those words, he barely ever said them. He only said them at the right moments, nonetheless you smiled down at him.

You cupped his cheeks and stared into his golden hues, "I love you too."

You then pressed your lips against his, making the moment seem more memorable.

You only wished the two of you could be together forever, but all good things have to come to an end.

~*~*~

You're crying, Gaap pointed out.

You touched your cheek and was surprised to see the tears cascading down them. "I guess I am..." You laughed lightly, you must have really loved him.

You got up from the branch and jumped off, standing on the ground you noticed gold butterflies surrounding you. Almost pushing you to go somewhere.

You walked to where they were leading you, ignoring Gaap's calls. You shoved a leaf out of the way to see a huge castle in front of you.

As you stared at it as you felt drawn to it.

*~*~*

Yamraiha's eyes widened as she was training Aladdin. She looked to the sky seeing the Rukh fluttering frantically towards the castle grounds.

"I'm sorry, Aladdin. I'll have to end training now!"

She ran off to her king's study, accidently running into maids and servants along the way.

She also ran into Sharrakan, who was about to give her lip for running into him, but stopped when he saw the frantic look on her face.

"Yam, what happened?"

She looked up at him with a serious look in her eyes, "she's back."

Yam then ran to find her king, leaving a gaping Sharrkan.

After what seemed like a lifetime of running, she burst into his study. "My king! She's back!" She was panting and leaning her against the door.

Sinbad rose a brow, confused about what she was talking about. Yam gave him an unamused expression, "Y/N is back!"

His eyes widened and he dropped his pen in shock.

"What?"

*~*~*

You unconsciously walked into the castle grounds and looked around, you had made your way into a garden.

"Hey, Alibaba. Have you seen Yam-san around?"

You froze hearing voices, they were coming this way. You glanced at a bush and quickly hid behind it.

"No, why?"

They came into your line of vision and it was a boy with blue hair and another with blonde hair, the one you saw in the forest that day.

"She left while we were training."

The blonde one, which you presumed to be Alibaba, pondered at blue haired boy's statement. He then shrugged, not thinking of anything.

"Let's go ask her," he suggested.

The both of them left, leaving you alone once more, but not for long.

"Who are you?"

You froze and turned to see a guard, beads of sweat ran down your face.

'Uh oh...'

*~*~*

"Yamraiha, please do not lie."

"But I'm not lying my king! You can feel it in the rukh, she is here!" She persisted.

Just as Sinbad was about to reply, a guard came in and interrupted them. "My apologies my king! But we found a mysterious woman sneaking around the castle!"

Yam gave him a smug look, thinking that she already won. "Don't look so smug now, we haven't even seen her yet."

He then ordered the guard to send her end in with restraints, Yam stayed and crossed her arms. Waiting to say I told you so.

*~*~*

You wriggled your wrists as you felt the restraints. You groaned as you felt they were very tight, not to mention they hurt a little.

They brought you to a door and stood there, one knocked on the door. It was opened by a blue haired woman and once she caught sight of you, she gasped and covered her mouth in shock.

They moved you into the room and the blue haired left, probably to go and find someone.

You couldn't help but raise a brow as to why she was so surprised to see you. You shook it off and stared at the man in front of you.

Your eyes widened as you stared at his features, 'why is everyone so diverse with hair color?'

'Gaap, why-?'

You stopped that thought, that's right, they took your sword away. As of now, the guard was holding i.

The man's eyes widened as he stared at you, it was you. He groaned as Yam was gonna tell him she told him so.

Besides that, you were back. You were really back. He couldn't believe his eyes, not to mention you changed.

He smirked as his eyes trailed down and in a very good way indeed. He shook it off seeing the look in your eyes.

"Hey, pervert! My eyes are up here!"

The guards sneered, "do not talk about our king in that way!"

Your eyes widened, "k-king?!"

The man presumed to king dismissed the guards leaving you two alone, but not before ordering them to remove your restraints. He gestured for you to sit down, which you did.

You glanced at you sword on the ground, lucky for you, the guards had left it.

You glanced back up at the king. Who was busy staring at you.

"Is your name Y/N?"

#magi #sinbad x reader #sinbad #something strange

[lightrivals]

I finally watched homecoming and my question is how did marvel try to sell me this bullshit that tony would let the hulkbuster suit, weapon prototypes for thor and steve, and boxes of his armors and arc reactors be shipped in a plane with no pilots...like after iron man 1, iron man 2, and avengers u would think tony would NEVER let arc reactors travel in such a dangerous manner, even his own!! iron man suits!! i refuse to accept that as canon, especially with how easily the villains hacked tony’s plane . I REFUSE TO ACCEPT, even though happy was overseeing everything happy himself knows better come onnnnnn

anyway, tony and peter are so cute i love this dad n son relationship and god when tony got emotional after the ferry incident!! please!! tony just wants peter to the better hero tony couldn’t be, can’t be even as the movie states in a way. tony was a weapons dealer, he was no different from the bad guys for a good portion of his life, but peter doesn’t have to do that, he doesn’t have to be a killer to turn to heroism. peter doesn’t have to be reckless like tony was during aou for example, he can be everything tony can’t be simply because of who tony is and what his history is, and fuck, tony can see that when peter says no to moving into the new avengers compound. peter wants to keep helping the little guys, something tony never gave a second thought about for a lot of his life.

it makes me so excited for how their relationship develops bc tony cares for that boy so much, he can be the dad to peter his own dad never was, peter can have the dad he didn’t have for long (depending on when ben died in mcu). we love the mcu ironfam: iron man, rescue, iron spider, and war machine~

#yams rambles #hoco #spider man: homecoming #i know im like 300 years late to the party #but i’ve been stalling watching for reasons #anyway i like the movie for what it is #and im not gonna freak about continuity too much #but the 8 years later thing for avengers is wrong #if hoco is two months after civil war then its still 2016 #not 2020 lol #but okay yes i accept everything else but the plane scene #even my dad was like tony stark would NEVER allow this to happen he’d personally fly back and forth to ensure safety #i just watched unamused #meta #mcu meta

[unamusedyams]

Does something seem strange about Susato lately?🤔

Commission for @/deadlysinsofev1 on Twitter! 💥

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buddy & bella

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