#but yeah mochi needs a shop....

[musubiki]

OH YEAH AND ALSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! after mochi brings the guild back together, they end up staying with oscar at his house in the capitol!! and they becomes their new home base for the post-timeskip!!!

same as before, since its a witches job to help people on the down-low, usually through a small business, they also end up opening a shop in the capitol city similar to how tiramisu opened up the cat-cafe and put magic in the drinks and items to help normal people with their problems in life!!! though im not sure what mochis shop will do yet, its going to be something like that!!

BUT because of that theyre also close to lady magg-lynn and ikasumi so during the post-timeskip she sees them regularly as well!!

(pom was intially against moving to the capitol since its so close to the m34th, but lime did some convincing. something about “no witch in their right mind would ever move this close to the m34th so really its a GOOD cover!” 

his motivation for this is that the main hub for the underground ring is actually very close to the capitol and its most convient for him to live there if hes going to continue the ring activities, but at the time doesnt tell anyone that)

#bpp #text #i wanna say mochi does a plant shop but thats so wattpad so probably not #still mulling it over #murda has a crystal shop thats how she helps people!!!! #(if you wear this quartz necklace youll attract the love of your life and bring good energy to your house) #and its embedded with magic so it actually does do those things #but yeah mochi needs a shop....

[pholla-jm]

Sukuna with a S/O who has a sweet tooth/Loves eating sweets ?? :00

Like imagine most of the time they go on a date it's basically just reader and him going to different shops trying out desserts and sweets

Hello! Sorry it took me awhile! I got busy with work and my new class had just started. I decided to add some more to this. I hope you like it!! *********

Sweet Tooth

IMAGINE: SWEET TOOTH~ SUKUNA X READER FEAT: GOJO GENRE: FLUFF cw: modern au! implied female reader, sukuna calls your woman. not proof read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whenever Sukuna took you out, you would make him stop for a sweet treat. It could be for the slightest thing. Groceries? Sweet treat. Getting gas? Sweet treat? 

You will use any excuse to get sweet treats. 

This time, there was no real reason to convince Sukuna that you needed a sweet treat. Only that there was a new café opening up. Taking a quick glance at what would be on their menu, you already decided that you needed to go. It had most of your favorite pastries and drinks. 

“Please, Sukuna.” You pleaded to your boyfriend with your hands clasped together. You had asked him to take you, but you knew how much he didn’t care for places like that. He didn’t like the options they provided; they always smelled so sweet. And it sometimes stuck to his clothes. 

Sukuna has already decided to go with you, though. He would do anything for you. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make it easy for you. He loved to see you like this. 

“Please, I’ll make it worth your while.” 

Sukuna smirks at your words. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” 

Your face lit up at his words, “so does that mean you’ll take me?” 

“Yeah, brat.” 

“Yay! Thank you!” You say while wrapping your arms around his ample shoulders. 

Sukuna chuckles, squeezing you tight in return. 

When the time came, Sukuna couldn’t believe he agreed to something like this. Since the place was pretty new, there were a lot of people. The theme was coquette, which Sukuna wasn’t fond of. 

Sukuna settled with matcha mochi and coffee. In contrast, you had the most sickening sweets in front of you. 

When Sukuna looks at all of it, his stomach almost churns in disgust. But when he sees you gleam at the desserts and take happy bites, it erases his dislike for the sweet treats. He would spend hours in places like this to see your happy face. 

“What’s so great about these treats anyway?” Sukuna asks you. 

You were about to answer, but someone interrupted you. Someone that neither of you wanted to see. 

“Ooh, can I have some of that?” You look up to see the bright blue-eyed man named Gojo. 

“Ugh, no get away.” You say while shoving him away. 

“Awe, come on.” He pouts at you. 

Sukuna frowns at seeing Gojo. “Get away from (y/n).” 

Gojo’s eyes flicker over to the brooding man. His arms were crossed as he glared at Gojo. 

An annoying smirk now sits on his face, “why? Scared I might take her away?” 

Sukuna’s hand slams down on the table, and your face twists disgustingly. 

“Oh my god.. You’re so embarrassing niisan.” You whisper to Gojo, but Sukuna hears it. 

The anger slowly dissipates from his body, and confusion fills his head. 

“Brother?” He mumbles. 

“What? I can’t protect my little sister?” 

While the two of you bicker, Sukuna glances back and forth. 

Gojo and you didn’t look alike. Not a single feature looked the same. Some things are similar, like the hyper personality… and the major sweet tooth. 

“Well, I got to go. Thanks.” Gojo says after taking a bite of one of your cakes. 

He gives you a smug look before waving bye. 

“Ugh,” You groan before turning to Sukuna, “I’m sorry about him.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me he was your brother?” 

You look at him in confusion, “I didn’t?” 

Sukuna gives you a look, “I think I would remember something like that.” 

“Huh, sorry. I guess it just slipped.” 

“How does something like that slip?” 

You purse your lips, “well whenever I’m not around him… I just seem to not worry about him. You know?” 

Sukuna looks at you, a bit confused, which means you will explain it further. 

“Satoru and I aren’t full siblings. Same mom but different dads. But Gojo has always been the golden child. Everything is about him. He always got everything he wanted, but me? I was lucky to even be in the same room as him.” You chuckle while shaking your head. 

“So, it’s nice not having him around. I can do whatever I want without him around.” 

Sukuna nods, “and have whatever you want as well.” 

You smile at his words, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” 

Sukuna scoffs, “of course I’m right, woman.” 

You laugh and shake your head. “It wasn’t long ago that I discovered my love for sweets. I never got sweets as a child, since Satoru hogged them all.” 

Sukuna smiles at you and leans forward. He grabs a napkin, wiping some of the icing away from the corner of your lips, “that just means I’ll have to spoil you more than.” 

Your face turns pink at his words and actions. 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oneshot #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #sukuna x reader

[mochiwrites]

mochi i am spinning secret husbands scarian around in my brain so hard,, they need to do the stupidest most domestic stuff in front of the other hermits and manage to fully play it off every time without fail

(also i used to do the same thing but with pennies LMAO i get it)

YEAHHHHH

I think they could be having a full on picnic. and grian could be feeding scar a grape or something. and the hermits would go “oh my god they’re so obvious! how do they not realize?!”

or they’re in the shopping district and scar n grian are both carrying shulkers talking about what they want to do for dinner. or keralis is throwing a massive party and scar’s got an arm around grian’s waist the whole night. or grian is dropping off food for scar because he forgot to grab a golden carrot or two when leaving

they are not hiding it. but the hermits are SO oblivious

and because I think this would be a funny contrast, the hermit/empires crossover? yeah, the empires people realize grian and scar are married almost Instantly. sausage is the first to clock it thank you

#mochi speaks #secret husbands au #ALSO YEAHHHHH #it was also pennies for me and I could not explain why #little mochi just like tasting metal I guess LMAO

[reallyromealone]

Hello! Can I request omegaverse bonten where Y/N is scared to tell bonten he's pregnant cause bonten once told him "I don't want kids" or something like that. and bonten overhears Y/N calling his mom on what he should do since he doesn't want bonten to leave him, nor does he wanna abort the child?

Have a good day! (BTW love ur Fics :D)

-🐱💗

Ohooo

And thank you so much!

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"Congratulations! You're pregnant" the doctor said with a soft smile, unaware of the panic going through the omegas mind "y-yeah...thank you"

(Name) wanted to throw up at this point as he shakily walked to his car, the driver opening the door for him as (name) stared off in deep thought.

What was he going to tell them?

It was an off handed comment when they were grocery shopping, a woman's child began crying and Sanzu grimaced at the pup "god... If that isn't a new form of birth control I don't know what is" and the others agreed "god I don't want kids.." Ran said with a tone of disgust, again more agreement.

They didn't realize that (name) had that memory permanently burned into (name)s memory, not saying anything as he checked the ingredients of two different packs of ramen to distract himself.

(Name) wouldn't mind pups, sometimes he imagined his mates and what they would be like as pups but that comment crushed any chances.

Bonten was still at work, leaving (name) with his thoughts as he crawled into his nest that was situated in the closet,

"Mom..?" (Name) mumbled into the phone, voice watery "I have a problem..."

When Bonten came home they noted that (name) didn't greet them, going to their bedroom to check on him "I-I don't know what to do! T-they said it themselves that they don't want one-- I don't know what they will do if they tell me to leave... The twins said they would help me if I needed anything..."

Bonten froze at what they heard, letting (name) continue "I'm not aborting my pup, mom! How could you even say that?! Look they should be home soon... I'll call you later"

(Name) wiped his tears and got out of the nest, eyes unfocused as he opened the bedroom door only to come face to face with Sanzu who looked back at him wide eyed "you're pregnant?"

"I'm sorry!" (Name) broke down then and there, hugging his stomach "I'm sorry! I-ill go..."

"Baby what do you mean you're gonna go?" Koko asked gently reaching towards (name), the Omega letting out distressed pharamones "y-you don't want pups! A-and I want them so... So I'm gonna save you guys the trouble..."

"Baby, calm down" Mochi said ushering (name) back into the room so they could dote on him easier "why would you think we wouldn't want the pup?"

"Because you all said you didn't!"

"When was this?" Mikey asked nosing as his mates scent gland to try and soothe him "way back..we were grocery shopping and a pup was crying and you guys all said how you didn't want kids and how crying children are like a new form of birth control!"

They did say that, they just didn't think it would have affected (name) so much.

"Oh starlight... Of course we want the pup and we want you" Ran said softly as he splayed his hand over (name)s belly "our sexy mate plump with one of our kids... I think it awakened something in me" what he said successfully made (name) giggle, a soft wet laugh as Sanzu went on his knees to rest his head on his mates lap "so don't leave baby... Let us love you and the babe"

(Name) gently raked his fingers through Sanzus hair "I'm having twins..."

"Damn one of us knocked you up reaaal good" takeomi said with a shit eating grin "wait.. the last time we fucked was..."

"During that budget report when I brought your lunches"

"I knew that day was a good one!"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

[drowningyoursorrow]

WALLFLOWER

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 2)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

!!!: mild violence, yelling W/C: 1.5k

There was a loud ding at the door as a group of people strode up-front to order, they were your usual. You were more comfortable taking this particular group's order, generally because they didn't really pay attention to you. And they had a certain aura of confidence circulating around them that made it more relaxing for you. Scanning them, you spotted a new face. Usually there was 5 of them, you've caught on their names now.

The usual were Zoe, Madison, Queenie, Nan, and Misty. Although they were always together, they fought, a lot. You've grown accustomed to the bickering that would fill up the empty café, it made it more lively in a way. Quickly, you shifted your attention back to the boy only for a glimpse as you put in their orders, he was tall to say the least. His face was adorned with unruly blonde hair that swayed loosely on his head.

He appeared exhausted and somewhat distant as he stood behind the group, exhibiting a sense of discomfort. The girls exchanged a look before they shoved the dude up-front to take his own order. Zoe whispering words of encouragement to him, which only made you grow confused, but you waited nevertheless. You and his sort of just had a stare down as it looked like he was trying to form the words to say what he needed. You exchanged a glance with Zoe, but she only looked at you as if she wanted you to wait for him.

Furthermore, you understood and just shifted your gaze back at him with a small smile to possibly ease his nerves. It looked like it worked at least a little because he relaxed and returned the smile more sheepishly. Eventually he spoke up in a sort of soft but rough voice, “I- IIII.....Cara..- Caramel? Coffeeeee.” He slurred the last part, but you still required him to be more specific, but before you could speak. Zoe whispered softly to him as she pointed at the menu, “Kyle, you have to choose the size and what kind of caramel coffee you want. You have to be more specific.”

She gave you an apologetic smile as he started once more, “Ca-...Caramel Moooch? Mochi...- Med- ium.” You only smiled more at his wording, but how he seemed to be genuinely trying his best. It made your chest feel warmer, for some reason. “Alright, so medium caramel macchiato it is, for?” “Kyle.” You nodded, amused at the fact that he stated his name so confidently in response, you bit your cheek, but your grin remained.

Kyle's gaze was basically piercing through you as you finished putting in all of their orders and taking the payment. Zoe finished up, smiling at you, “Thank you for not getting upset or anything.” “Oh, of course, yeah! It's always great to practice with this stuff in case you forget or something?” She laughed at the response and ushered Kyle to the table everybody else was sitting at. Acknowledging that there were no other customers, you went in the back to help make their drinks.

Since the place is always dead, your manager only puts two of you on the job, which you can't argue with because it's understandable. Noticing that the drinks were all being prepared already and your coworker shooing you off to go stay up-front. You and them sort of had this deal that you just work up-front and serve while they make everything. It was easier for you so you agreed, but god, sometimes you'd wish they'd let you help it was incredibly boring just standing and doing nothing all day. You leaned against the counter as you scrolled through your phone, but you felt that unwavering gaze on you once more.

Slowly you lifted your head to the corner of the caf￩, the group were bickering once more, but the culprit remained quiet. He was basically squished in-between Madison and Zoe, but he was still out of place. He looked as if he was trying to discreetly stare at you or something, which only made this amusing to you. You weren't creeped out by his unwavering stare, although it would make more sense, instead it only made you internally laugh. You pretended you just didn't catch him and just went back on your phone as you shifted to where your back would be facing him.

As you did, a grunt came from his area, and eventually you heard slamming then hushed yelling. You peeked over your shoulder a bit, confused, you saw Kyle tugging at his hair as Zoe was trying to soothe him. Madison looked absolutely put up with it, and everybody else was continued on like it was a daily occurrence. You could pick out this from Madison, “Kyle, this is why we don't fucking take you anywhere, did a fly set you off? Huh? Nothing was even happening! Why are you freaking out, Frankenstein?” You turned back around, caught off guard, but it isn't your place to judge, so you just went back on your phone.

There was another slam and slightly wailing which caused your eyebrows to furrow, and you fully turned around. Because this was now concerning, and you are an unbelievably nosey person. Kyle's fingers were still ripping at his hair, but eventually stopped as he stared at you once more, relaxing. The group turned to you as if you were the holy grail. Honestly, you were confused yourself, and it must've shown because the group looked at each other giving certain looks.

But Kyle's attention remained on you as you eyed him suspiciously because his actions and reactions baffled you. Madison blurted at you, “Hey! Wreck! Turn around again!” You furrowed your brows because what the hell, you're serving her and she's insulting you. You could spit in her drink, does she realize that? But she kind of was intimidating, so you did as you were told and there it was again.

The frustrated whining and slamming from the blonde erupted once again, so you turned back around again. It was like playing peek-a-boo with a baby, he's okay but as long as your face isn't visible he started throwing a tantrum. And you didn't find that weird in the slightest, instead you were intrigued and gave Kyle a light smile as the group turned into whispers. Before anything else could happen, there was a ding, meaning that their drinks were done. So quickly, you went and grabbed what they wanted, not staying long enough to hear the groaning.

You hurriedly walked to them and set down what was necessary as you handed Kyle his drink, holding it in front of him. He eyed you before shakily taking it from your grasp, his hand encasing around the whole thing, briefly swallowing your own hand whole. His touch was cold, but it still sent sparks through your body, as if you got shocked directly. You tugged your hand away as you believed he had a good enough hold on it, in which he gave you a pleading look. You looked at the group with a confused look as they studied you and nervously sped walk away from their view and hid in the back.

Kyle must've been still stunned from the shock as well because he only stared ahead, his drink sat down beside him. He was rubbing the palm that grazed yours as Zoe and Madison spoke in his ear about something. Before you could go back out to apologize, everyone was getting up, Madison dragging Kyle with her as he tried to remain. You were peeking from the doorway, afraid to be confronted and possibly blamed for whatever was going on. Zoe went to help Madison, whispering something in his ear, which caused him to be more compliant and follow her.

As all their backs were turned from the front, you hastily made your way back out and studied what was going on. Everyone was arguing once more, Zoe and Madison were basically clashing, you've never seen two people be so close yet be incredible enemies. As everyone was heading out the door, you could see the blonde turn his head to check if you returned in, which you did. You and his made brief eye contact that felt as if it made you two connected in a way, which was weird because you just met this guy. He opened his lips to speak as he tried to plant his feet again, but before he could, the door was slammed behind him as he was dragged out.

You and him stared at each other through the front window, not knowing what to do, you just kind of awkwardly waved. You've never seen anybody ever light up so quickly and so much because he was beaming at you. Reciprocating your action as smiles laced both of your lips as he was dragged out of view. Still processing what happened you just stared ahead, this all felt unreal and strange to say the least. Only if you knew what Zoe had whispered to ease his nerves as he was being tugged away from you.

Maybe she was promising he'd see you again.

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- Might make more parts, this was cheesy to make but sweet - This was not proofread in any shape or form - I love coffee - The fact I work at a ice cream shop instead of a barista is insane

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters fluff #multi story #tate langdon x reader #kit walker x reader #kai anderson x reader #peter maximoff x reader #imagine #fluff #x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #ahs #american horror story #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer fluff #ahs coven #coven #ahs x reader #american horror story x reader

[auspicioustidings]

Hohoho open to tea shop au ideas i see

What abt my favorite trope that I forgot to ask abt before….

Carried over someone’s shoulder with their hand on ur thigh or ass, and then going abt their day in front of others w u just there

😏

Brat

Words: 800

You knew you were probably playing with fire here, but it wasn't like your ankle was that bad. Just a little sprain was all, you could still do your job just fine! And you wanted to, you couldn't stand the thought of closing up shop for the day on a Sunday.

You loved Sundays more than anything. It had been half a year since you had opened and Sundays had become such a wonderfully busy yet cosy day for you. The old book club was always in gossiping away at their table. They had actually brought their own tea set and it now lived on the shelf only to be used when they were in. It's neighbour was the Japanese teaset that the D&D group that came in on Sundays used (they eagerly explained at length how it fit with their setting and how your tea blends and mochi just really fit the vibes). The father and daughter who always came in just after lunch didn't have a tea set but you had overheard that he liked pink and she liked orange so you always used the little kitschy peachy and orange fruit patterned tea set for them.

And it's not like any of your more protective customers had been there yesterday when you twisted your ankle. None of them had been in today either (you sometimes went weeks without seeing any of them which was to be expected) so you were probably safe from getting a right talking to about being on your feet. Not that the book club hadn't fussed about it, they very much had, but you were pretty good at hiding how painful it was so they didn't push.

If only John Price wasn't the most observant man on the planet when it came to you. Him and his boys had just gotten off of a mission and of course after cleaning up and debriefing they wanted to come visit their girl. You hadn't noticed them come in, too busy chatting away and pouring more tea for the group who seemed like they were scolding a set of dice.

The first hint something was off was Herzogin. She was always rubbing right up against him, Simon and Gaz while being a mean little thing to Soap. But this time she didn't so much rub against his legs as dart nervously over and paw at him.

The second larger hint was his arch nemesis, that awful cow Agnes who just wouldn't die even though she had to be about 102, looking at him with her beady little eyes and then gesturing with her head over to you. She was telling him he needed to pay attention to you, telling him something was up.

It took him all of 3 seconds to see how you favoured your right foot. All of 5 to conclude that you absolutely should not be putting weight on your left ankle at all. 10 to get to your side. Simon was right there with him, understanding the mission without words as always as he took the teapot right out of you hands so Price could heft you over his shoulder, chest to his back and legs dangling over his torso as he secured you with a strong grip to your thigh.

Your smile had barely had time to reach full wattage at seeing them before you were in the air with a little screech.

“J-John! Put me down!”

“I’ll get you another pot, any more snacks?”

“Oh actually could I get one of the strawberry mochi please? Hm? Right yeah make it 3 then.”

“‘Course.”

“Simon!” you yelled, in disbelief that he was just doing your job and your customers were straight up letting him.

Price jostled you on his shoulder to heft you to a better position for him and then walked over with you to the table where Soap and Gaz were now sat.

“What’re we thinking then lads?”

“Ye have any of that smoky tea in hen?”

“Lapsang souchong and yes, I have it in” you answered on instinct, hands pushing against Price's back so you could raise your torso and twist to look at Soap and Gaz who were very much not acting like this was strange at all.

“Aye, we’ll take that.”

Price turned with you then to make his way to the kitchen and you started to kick your legs to be put down. The smack to your ass was both mortifying and maybe a little bit exciting.

“Behave yourself luv or I'll need to tame the brat right out of you.”

Well, at least you could just bury your head in his back to try and maintain some level of dignity at how you had reacted to that.

#mhairidrabbles #mhairianswers #mhairidrabblesteashop

[bumbledi]

♡ The road to parenthood 3 ♡

Pairing: time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: last couple of months caring Wakatoshi’s baby, getting ready for the baby’s arrival and great news

Warning: pregnancy (?), mention of sex, cursing (one time), parental talk

Note: I can’t thank you all enough for the likes on the 2 first parts... It’s easy to write something you already had in mind. So here’s part 3! I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Read the sequel “The road of parenthood”:

Part 1

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“Have you called Satori about the new shop, love?” You asked curling up to your husband’s side. It was a relaxing Saturday morning and you just finished making love with your husband.

“Not yet... I’ll call him later, I still need to know if he wants to stay here with us”

You were still in your six month and getting into the holiday spirit. It was December 11th and you were expecting Satori’s visit very soon. He is about to open a new chocolate shop in Japan.

“Do you think he’s coming with Elise?”

“Well, of course, Wakatoshi! She’s his wife”

Satori met a lovely French girl called Elise 5 years ago, she’s a dancer in Paris, she’s actually very kind, and they got married 2 years ago, such a beautiful weeding in Paris.

After that morning chat, you didn’t do much that day, you sent a couple of email, played with Mochi, watched tv, played some videos games and took a nap with your fur baby .

♡♡♡♡

Seven days later, you were done vacuuming the guest room and turned the stove off, the curry was ready and you were waiting for your husband who drove to the airport to pick up his best friend (and his wife)

You were sitting on the couch petting Mochi when you heard the front door unlocked.

“Were home” Wakatoshi announces

“Welcome home!” You got off the couch and practically ran to the front door and saw your husband getting his shoes off followed by Satori and Elise. “Oh my Gooooood!” You squeak “hello! Please come in”

Once everyone one took their shoes off now you could hug. Tendo and you are very affectionate people, not really fitting the Japanese standard.

“Satori!” You didn’t waste one more second and gave your best friend a hug. “I’ve missed you so much” you could feel your eyes watering.

“Oh, (Y/N)... It’s been so long” he hugged you tightly “look how much baby has grown!” He let go of you and noticed you were now crying. “Oh, (Y/N)...” he chuckled and hugged you again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” you whipped out your tears “hormones...” you chuckled “hello, Elise! I’m very sorry, please feel at home” you turned to her and hugged her too. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks for having us” she said with a chuckle.

“You must be tired, let’s get your stuff in the room so we can have dinner!”

“What did you prepare, (Y/N)-chan?”

“Your favorite...”

“You did not!” You laughed “You did not just cook my favorite to welcome us!”

“Well, of course! What kinda best friend do you take me for?”

“It feels fo nice to be back!”

After they got their luggage in the guest room and freshen up a little you all were ready to have dinner.

“When will the event start, tomorrow?” You asked putting the curry plates in front of them.

“I’ll do it” You husband whispered in your ear and you smile at him.

“Around 6 pm... You can get a little early, I’ll give you the VIP passes”

“Aw, thanks Satori”

“Appreciate it, Tendo” Wakatoshi said

“Oh, by the way... there’s one more thing we think it’s important for you both to know”

“Yeah...” You were about to sit down while your husband was getting your favorite lime soda from the fridge.

“We are considering moving to Japan” Elise said

“It’s that so?! That sound lovely! It would be nice to see you both more often”

“We know, we want our baby to be born here and play with yours as cousins...”

“What?” You looked at him not totally understanding what’s going on.

“Surprise...” he said with a light chuckle.

“Stop, stop... no you’re not!” You said looking at them both while covering your mouth.

“Two months and a half...” Elise confirmed laughing

“Shut uuuup!” You started crying and heard Tendo laughed

“Congratulations, both of you!” Wakatoshi walked to his friend and gave him a hug

You got up your sit and walked over both of them, hugging them tight.

“I can’t stop crying... I’m just so happy” you sobbed and your husband gave you a tissue “thanks, darling...”

After that, all of you sat down again.

“You’re the first ones we tell” Elise said with a big smile while grabbing her husband’s hand.

“Oh, you guys... I’m gonna cry again...”

“It’s okay, it’s okay...” Wakatoshi rubbed your shoulder.

“We actually went to and appointment a couple of days before flying here and got a pictured of the ultrasound, wanna see it?”

“For sure!”

Satori handed you the little ultrasound, you took it in your hands and got one more surprise.

“SATORI! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You screamed, making them both laugh.

“What is it?” He asked trying to look at the ultrasound.

“Look!” You showed him but he wasn’t getting it at all “oh my god, Wakatoshi! Look! 1... 2...” You pointed at each one of the embryos in the ultrasound “twins!”

“Tendo ...-“ Wakatoshi said, making you all laugh.

♡♡♡♡

In the middle of your 8th month, you got on maternity leave. Even tho you have been fully working from home for the last month. And Wakatoshi will be talking his paternal leave you in one month.

Your mom has been keeping you company and you totally appreciate it, you get very lonely now that you are staying alone at home and don’t see your co-workers.

Also, Mochi and you have been taking naps together, she loves to sleep next to the belly...

The baby’s room is almost done, even tho you plan to let the baby sleep in your room for the first month or two. It’s common in Japan to let the new kid sleep in the parents bed for at least the first year but you both agree that this wouldn’t be the case.

You also got very busy looking for a good hospital for the last couple of months. You both wanted a more occidental experience, get to be together on the delivery, hold your baby when it’s born and all that... Even if you needed to stay all 5 days to recover after the birth. Which by the way, you decided on a natural birth and you both searched like crazy for an hospital that also gives you the epidural. There was no way you were going to push a baby out of you without it.

But your gynecologist was kind enough to help you with the search.

On the last week of your 8th month, you decided to finally do a maternity shoot. First you chose a beautiful spot where you could appreciate the cherry blossoms, if still was a little bit cold out but you had to cope with it. You wore a beautiful flowy white dress, Wakatoshi also rocked white. You had your hair done as well as makeup and nails. All thanks to the talented photographer and company you hired.

After some cute pictures in the location, you decided to go back home to take more intimate pictures. You both wanted to treasure this moments for the rest of your lives.

♡♡♡♡

A week before Wakatoshi got into parental leave, you started receiving a bunch for visitors. Kageyama and Hinata came around now that they were visiting Japan and they brought a nice bottle sterilizer as a gift. Hoshiumi also dropped by with some cut baby clothes as a gift. The Shiratorizawa boys also visited you little by little. Leon and his wife and daughter, Semi, Yamagata, even Goshiki.

And Akemi would drop by at least one a week so you could eat ice cream together and watch tv.

You do have good friends

♡♡♡♡

Wakatoshi got on paternity leave and you two were making the best out of the time before becoming a family of 3.

He would massage your sore feet, wash your hair while showering, help you shave, spoil you with your favorite onigiris for dinner, cuddle you all he could and talk to the belly every day.

“I can’t wait to push this baby out...” you groaned as he rubbed some stretch marks cream on your belly after your shower.

“We’ll met them soon, my love...” he says now massaging your feet.

“I’m nervous, Wakatoshi...”

“Why is that, love?”

“It’s just... We’ve been preparing for this baby so much. We tested our fertility, we organize our profits, prepare for receiving a child but... do you think we’ll be good parents?”

“Well... Nobody is born knowing how to “parent” but I can assure you we are going to do our best... We’re not only gonna provide our kids with a good economic support but we’ll me there for them, every step...” he tried to calm you down but you felt uneasy still “You know... with my parents’ divorce, I never really thought I would have all this... A nice relationship and eventually a family of my own.” He stood up, sat down next to you and held your hand “(Y/N)... You’re the only person I would ever do this with... I belong to you...”

“Oh, Wakatoshi...” you cried while hugging him “thank you, dear...”

“We’ll be okay... All three of us...” he touched your belly and almost instantly, you felt baby kicked

“meow~” You both looked down to see Mochi claiming back his spot

“Oop- Sorry, baby... All four of us” You laugh as Mochi walked between your feet.

You’re meant to be induced 5 days from now... You just can’t wait to meet your baby...

#ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima fic #wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x female reader #ushiwaka x reader #hq ushijima #hq fics #hq fluff #ushijima fluff #ushijima wakatoshi fluff

[theglitterypages]

Jujutsu Kaisen Boys Headcanons 1 Presents: What kind of person they're most likely to fall in to? And how they would fall in love? Featuring Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru

•There's not much that I know (we know) about this man's past but judging his behavior and attitude, Gojo most likely grew up with almost everybody treating him like a god.

• In my perspective, Gojo probably didn't have a chance to enjoy his own childhood and this will explain his childish antics despite his age. This man is basically just healing his ✨childhood trauma✨ in his adulthood so let him be.

• Having the skills and powers he inherited, people from his own family lionized him and even those in the Jujutsu Sorcerer community does. So instead of being a child who's suppose to play and enjoy, I bet Gojo was pretty much taught to held himself to a higher standard as a jujutsu sorcerer even as a kid. So he was forced to abandon his own childhood, they straight up want him to work hard coz he's got what it takes to rule the jujutsu world.

• Gojo just comes off as cocky but that's just a result of how everybody acts around him. They just praise him too much that it sticks to him.

• With these points being said, Gojo Satoru will most likely fall to someone who's not a jujutsu sorcerer.

• Gojo craves for something “normal” becausehe's too fed up of what he encounters in his everyday life, he's exhausted of being the "strongest jujutsu sorcerer" Because he actually wants to get that burden out of his chest.

• How did he meet you? You could thank his love for sweets for that. Everywhere he goes, Gojo makes sure to buy anything sweet for himself, he's got an appetite of a child and he wants to try every sweets he sees.

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After a mission and a meeting with the higher ups, Gojo needs a damn break from anything that has something to do with Jujutsu Sorcery. He needs something to relieve his stress and his eyes was caught by something unfamiliar in this street.

He spends most of his time looking around here, so he knew most of the buildings, shops and other establishments in the area. It's not hard to spot something unfamiliar specially with the powers he possessed.

With his hands stuffed in his pocket, he made his way to the newly opened shop and entered in a good mood. Now he needs to know what kind of sweet delicacies can he add in his favorites today?

His eyes scanned the menu and he could almost feel himself drooling because of what he sees. This is a paradise for people like him who loves sweets! He was

"Good afternoon, Sir! What would you like to order?"

When he looked up and saw who spoke, everything stopped.

Gojo felt like he was trapped in his own domain expansion and all he could fucking see was the woman standing in front of him.

Holy guacamole, you are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen apart from his own reflection.

"Sir?"

Now that's a voice much sweeter than any cakes or mochi combined. And he knew he had to snap out of his thoughts if he didn't want to look stupid.

"Ah hey, hi! Hi! I just ahm.. Can I have these?"

Gojo the mfing Satoru just stuttered, his senses have been dialed to 11, his mind is about to explode because there's too much thought in his mind in every second.

Your hair, oh yes, you've got that shiny hair that smells like lavender, and you look so precious, he'd like to protect you at all cost. You look so small in front of him, he imagines that you'd fit perfectly in his arms oh he definitely love that idea.

You jot down his orders—he ordered every variation of the cupcake available and you're also taking your time to admire the human form of a great piece of art sculpted by Greek gods and goddesses themselves.

"Hmm, yeah I got it. Please sit right there for a moment, Sir. Would you like a glass of water?" You offered and he smiled, yeah he needs to rehydrate right now, he thinks he's gonna faint because his heart is beating crazy fast.

After that day, Gojo visits the shop regularly just so he could see you, trying to get to know you, trying to see if he has a chance.

You look so innocent, cheerful and you're literally shining in his eyes.

"You know, you don't look like a teacher." You told him as you flip the sign on the shop's door so that the people would know that you're already closed. Gojo was helping you clean up and he talks about himself,after asking stuffs about you.

"I know, I surprised myself as well." He said as he follows you to the kitchen.

You chuckled before looking back at him with the sweetest smile playing on your lips, "But do you love what you're doing?" You asked as you took the cake you baked for you and Gojo.

Gojo felt like he forgot to breathe after what you said.

He never had anyone asked him that. All his life he's been told how to live his life but here you are asking him what he loves, what he wants and he didn't want to sound so soft but he wants to hug you and cry.

So he did.

He charged himself towards you and hugged you tightly, "Thank you." He whispered, his voice shaking, trying to stop himself from crying because that's not the Gojo Satoru that he should be according to what he was taught and told.

You noticed how his voice trembled and you hugged him back, it's the first time you've seen him like this. To you, he always look confident but there were times where you see him often lost in his own thoughts, you've already assumed that he's more than the confident man who ridiculously love sweets.

"Hey, it's okay. You can cry if you want, I won't tell anybody and you don't have to tell me about it. You can just cry and I'll pretend that it didn't happen."

That was when he knew he's fucking whipped for you.

And surprisingly, Gojo let himself cry in your arms, he didn't bawl his eyes out, he just quietly cried as he buried his face on your neck and you just listened to his sobs while patting his back gently.

When he's finally finished, he let himself feel your warmth for few more minutes before he gently pulled away from you but his hands remained on your waist, he just stared into your eyes and all he could see was the look of genuine worry and care that he never saw in anyone else but you.

You reached out for his face and wiped away his tears. You smiled at him while you pinch his cheeks gently, "Come on, try tomorrow's special and tell me what you think about it." When he removed his hands off your waist, you immediately missed the warmth of Gojo's hands while he missed the warmth of your body that melts the frozen walls he built in his heart.

He watched you slice the cake before you reached out for his hand and pulled him to your side, you picked up the fork and fed him the first bite.

The flavors exploded in his mouth along with his own erratic heartbeats. All he could see at that moment was you, the way you smile and the way you look up at him. It was all you.

Gojo let himself enjoy that moment, the precious moment where he finally let himself look vulnerable, where he was finally able to let the tears he held in for so long.

He loves you so damn much and one day, he'll be brave enough to tell you.

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[ajaxslibrary]

Foolish One - Gojo Satoru x Reader

a/n: this little piece popped into my head listening to Taylor Swift, and each bit is themed after the lyric that prefaces it

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My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand

I've long given up hiding my affections for Satoru. Most people don't recognise my reactions and the ones that do won't be fooled by my faking. So, I give up.

I cut my eyes from my book to him when he walks in the room. I tilt my head when he speaks. I set aside what I'm working on when he tries for my attention.

Satoru though treats me the same as everyone else. Carefully guarded, a jokester, a tease.

Chances are tonight you've already got plans, and chances are I will talk myself to sleep again

Of course, Satoru is going out drinking with some of our co-workers. I should've known.

It's okay. At least I have my own company. That's all I'll ever truly need. Bound to always have only my own words, thoughts, and company. I've gotten used to it.

I'm okay on my own.

That's what I tell myself at least.

You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high

"(y/n)-san! Oi~! Wanna try this mochi? I got it from the new place in Shibuya!" Satoru jogs to catch up with me on my walk to the train station. "It's matcha with red bean filling."

"I- yeah, sure. I like mochi."

An understatement. Mochi is my favourite sweet. Satoru knows that. He never offers me anything else. Unless he takes me to ramen for a meeting.

He holds out a piece of mochi for me and I take it tentatively. I love mochi, I love red bean paste, but... I don't like matcha. I take a small bite.

"This isn't matcha."

"Is it not?"

I can tell from the small smirk that Satoru already knew. It was just sweet red bean mochi, my favourite, dyed a matcha green.

I can't help the way my heart starts to beat a little faster in my chest.

"Is it good? Is it good? I haven't tried it yet, does it have the mochi master seal of approval?"

I feel heat rise to my cheeks at the thought he wanted to know what I thought of the mochi before trying it himself.

"It's good. The last place was better, but this is really good."

"Score! Thanks, (y/n)-san!"

And the voices say "You are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson"

A little box is waiting on my desk. Tied up with a pretty bow, the tag of my favourite sweet shop on one of the tails. My heart starts pounding when I hear my phone go off with Satoru's text tone.

'You like your present?'

A giddy smile crosses my lips and I race to open the box. Three red bean mochi and three sesame mochi. He knows me too well.

I whip out my phone and type up a quick response, thanking God that the racing of my heart and the happiness overflowing from it can't carry over text.

'Yeah, thanks'

I know he doesn't love me the way I want him to. He's the strongest, surely he's above love.

But oh, I can hope.

Foolish one stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come

It's a dance we do every day. I check my email, half-hoping to see a beautiful, melodramatic, wonderful love confession from Satoru, he swings by my office to say hi, I try to keep my caged heart from escaping through my throat as he smiles at me.

And oh what a smile.

It's a dance we do every day. I've long memorised its steps.

Because every day my half-hopes are disappointed. Every day he says hi and gives me a beautiful smile that makes my heart beat faster. And every day it takes everything in me to not profess my undying love to Gojo Satoru.

Don't know what to call this situation but I know I can't call you mine

I take a deep breath as the weight of Satoru almost presses into me. Contact undoubtedly prevented by infinity. I glance over to look at him and he grins.

"What are you working on?"

Satoru is draped over me, his lips right next to my ear. I'm hyper-aware of him now.

"Um, I'm working on, ah, working on a lesson plan for one of my students."

Satoru shifts as I talk so one arm is dropped down the front of my torso.

"(y/n)-san," I can hear the frown in Satoru's voice when he says my name. "Do you not trust me?"

I do. I trust you with my life. That frightens me.

"I trust you." Completely. Utterly. Wholly. Entirely. I trust you.

"Why did you get so tense the moment you knew I was here?"

I hadn't noticed. But I know why.

"Because if I let go then I will break. I will not be a burden."

He does not need to know how I love him. I know. And that is enough. That must be enough.

'Cause when my head is on your shoulder it starts thinkin' you'll come around

I lean my head onto Satoru's shoulder on the train. Well, almost. He laughs at me.

"Tired?"

I don't give a proper answer, just a quiet mumble. Then I feel a tingly warmth cover my body, and my face makes contact with soft, warm fabric.

"Sleep well."

I think I say thank you. It must have sounded strange, because Satoru chuckles before responding softly.

"You're welcome. Now rest, I can protect us both."

You will learn the hard way instead of just walking out

The dance stops abruptly. Satoru doesn't swing by my office to say hi. And he doesn't smile at me when we pass in the hall.

There's mochi on my desk though. From the new place in Shibuya. I take a tentative bite of one, and it's matcha with red bean filling. Maybe last time was an accident.

I can't stand matcha.

Satoru knows that.

When my phone goes off with his text tone, I glance down, ignoring the warning beats of my heart like an ominous drum.

'I'm sorry'

Oh you haven't written me or called but goodbye's screamin' in the silence

I break as soon as I'm home. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to vomit. I want to cut my hair off. But more than anything else.

I want to die.

There aren't many things I hate in this world.

I hate matcha. I hate failing. I hate watching a student ignore my teachings. I hate feeling disregarded. I hate when people go back on their word.

But more than anything else, I hate goodbyes without words.

And there are many things I love in this world that cannot love me in return.

I love sweet red bean paste. I love mochi. I love ramen. I love pocky. I love coffee. I love seeing someone progress. I love being protected. I love protecting others.

And more than I love anything else, unfailingly, unswervingly, unconditionally.

I love Gojo Satoru.

#i like sadness #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru angst

[shinshi9chen]

How will Sanji comfort your anxiety

English is not my first language, I was encouraged by our excellent SanjiYN authors we love to post my first English work. I use AI and dictionary to help me translate this work, hope this work can make you enjoy! Tags: Modern AU, Fluffy, anxiety

-Have you reached home yet, Daring?

-Yeah.

-I have a surprise for you, I'll be home in fifteen minutes, waiting for me. Love you.

Five minutes later, Sanji rechecks his phone, rules out the possibility that network and signal went wrong, and confirms that it was you who didn't reply and not that he didn't receive it.

Sanji's face regains his composure from the satisfied expression he had on when he edited the first message. The queue is finally over, he smiles softly at the clerk, and when asked what kind of dessert he needs, in addition to what he already wanted, he is pleased, willing, to let the clerk recommend something else, he admires and patiently waits for the clerk to pick up the food and pack it, making him look like the clerk who really serves customers.

But if the clerk could have noticed five minutes earlier Sanji's more vivid and innocent smile, she would have felt that he showed more etiquette at this time.

Women are all angels, but he had already signed the agreement that One man can only belong to One angel, he will not stupidly try to betray his agreement and mess everything up.

Sanji leaves the dessert shop after expressing his appreciation and saying "beautiful lady, goodbye". The paper bag and mobile phone are firmly grasped in his hand, he knows from your chat history that tonight is going to be a difficult night for you. And he only wants to do one thing: help you get back on your feet.

Sanji turns his key, pushes the door, and turns on the light in the hallway. He changes his shoes and begins to call his lovely girl: "Honey, I'm back! Where are you? Let me see you OK? ”

Lying on your side on the couch with your eyes open, looking at your phone screen distractedly, you seem to lose half of your response to the stimulus of the call, you raise your arm and only shake it once.

Sanji places the paper bag on the table in front of you, and sits down beside you, his cold hands holding the one you just put down, looking at you tenderly, expecting your gaze to respond. You raise your gaze and hold your breath for the beauty you saw, but your body seems to have only received a short-acting stimulant, and you lower your head again, with knowing nothing to say.

Your hand is caressed by his, feeling the outside temperature, feeling the contours of his hand, how his bones rise and fall, feeling like exploring a mountain range. He lets you touch a raised mole on the back of his left hand, it feels unique to touch compared to the surrounding skin.

You sigh, "It's cold." You let go of your phone and wrap the back of his hand with this freed hand. Your overlapping hands are now very similar to seaweed sticking to the rice ball, the rice ball is sandwiched with the filling. You start making eye contact again, and his eyes seem to brighten a bit.

"Sorry, it's cold outside. I've got a surprise for you, guess what? ”

"I saw the paper bag, is it dessert?"

"You knew this shop? Yes, it's desserts. I bought cranberry cookies, milk powder cakes, and the clerk also recommended durian mochi, quite strange combination right? ”

He is about to open the paper bag and make the dish arrangement in the kitchen, but you say, "Sanji, I don't have an appetite, I'm not hungry, I just want to sleep until tomorrow."

You've made him feel worried again.

"Alright. Have you had dinner? Do you have nasal congestion and cough? Dizziness? Sore throat? Stomach pain? No, none, great, my love is in good health today. Then what's going on, tell me, okay? "

He carefully avoids direct questioning, because that might be like repeating your long guilt and reproach of yourself. Little by little, he wants to feel your emotions, to gradually get closer the distance between you and his heart, and to carefully inject his power into you.

You sit up with the help of his strength, leaning on his shoulders.

"I have a test and I don't think I could prepare more, but I don't want to fail. But now I can't think about anything but worry, I'm not fit for the test, right? "

He would love to grow one more hand to wipe away your tears, why God let his lover's wisdom be based on low self-esteem and worry? He squeezes your hand and starts kissing your forehead, longing for your tears to be taken away by his kiss.

"No, you've done well enough." He kisses you on the eyebrows, on your closed eyes. His kiss was warm and gentle, feeling like he is approaching to breathe in the aroma of spices, flowers, and food, feeling like the comfortable sunshine in your memory. In such a beautiful season, in such a rare good weather, you are reluctant to leave alone, and you will call him for a walk together and imagine a tomorrow that is not inferior to today.

You really want to go back to that day with him.

You haven't disappointed anyone, you haven't had any worries or frustrations, you only have an intuition that you love each other, that God will bless you, and that you will trust your future.

"Sanji, do you love me?"

"I love you, and the most painful moment I have is the moment when you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too, and I'm glad you always know I love you."

"You are the best, I can't wait for tomorrow."

"That is too early, let me have a cookie before ten o'clock."

#sanji x reader #sanji x y/n

[musubiki]

btw idk if someone already asked this but do they say ily right away??? do they hook hook up right away??? i need the deets

YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE SOLID ALREADY BUT I DONT YET!!!!! i DO know that lime definitely wouldnt let a large amount of time pass between when they hook up and when he tells her hes in love with her (in either order it happens on the same night. now way hes gonna be regularly sleeping with her and still be like "but what if she doesnt like me...")

at least the version in my head i have right now, they dont get together until the post-game (after the main storyline)!! after the witch king is defeated and everything is FINALLY, for the first time since mochi became a witch, quiet and normal. (im putting the rest under a read more bc its a bit long, its just me rambling about what happens) ->

i think he would tell her during the little dinner celebration they have after the witch king is defeated. everyone is there, the witches and their guilds and sulluvan and even the merchant takes a night off to party with them (strange). mochi is outside with pom, pom probably scolding her again on "this is the way you shouldve handled the fight so all that bad stuff wouldnt have happened. you shouldve been more resourceful as a witch blah blah blah--" and lime has to come rescue mochi from poms scoldings. grabs the cat by the neck and gives her to coco (coco likes snuggling pom against her will. shes the friend that grabs cats and forces them into hugs while the cat struggles and meows)

so he stays out there with her for a bit (alone 👀), chatting about nothing. eventually he asks "So now what?" since they always had something going on. and mochi says "Now...we can finally just. rest. run the shop and help people where we can. normal witch stuff." and starts rambling about how theyll still do commissions and fun adventures and travel around and stuff but for the most part, everything will be normal and theres nothing they cant handle anymore. and after shes finally done talking lime just goes "...will you go out with me?"

(the woman was too stunned to speak meme). its a mix of emotions cuz theres a 5% chance hes joking but the look on his face is so serious. and its also not a total surprise given their very blurred line relationship but it still stuns her to hear him say it.

and in VERY tcwg fashion, of course somehow gets interrupted before she can answer him. coco or sulluvan or SOMEONE starts yelling from the house "HEY THE CATERING GUY IS HERE AND NEEDS MOCHIS SIGNATURE AND OSCARS ALREADY TRYING TO EAT YOU NEED TO HANDLE THIS ASAP!!!" and lime is ready to kill somebody. the rest of the night mochi cant get a second alone with him and every time they make eye contact across the table they both get flustered.

the next day lime probably had to report in or something and mochis groaning to coco about "Noooo i didnt even get to respond what if he hates me!!!" and lime stressing over "Was I too forward...? No way right..??" (hes not overly stressed. at that point hes decided to just be dedicated to being unapologetically in love with her. he has a PRETTY good idea that shed say yeah but in the off chance shes like "nooo" then he decided to love her anyway and just be there for her)

so as soon as he comes home mochi is like "Hey!! Lime!! so uh!! I just remembered I need to go hunting for ingredients in (insert remote getaway she has access to)!! I was wondering if you wanna!! Come with me!!" the whole time red-faced and fidgeting with her braid. lime, bag in hand goes "I'm ready. Lets go now." (pom is like "mmm adventures yum" and mochis like "ahah....just lime." and forces her to stay there)

when they get there (via mochis magic doorway portals), and lime sets his stuff down, and mochi is there stammering and red in the face trying to get her words out, mumbling like "Lime! Uh! About yesterday!! I wanted to!! Um!! Well!! I wanna--//"

and before she can even get proper words out, he grabs her by her waist, pushes her against the counter and kisses her. its one of those deep, passionate, hands-all-over-her kisses. and when he breaks away from her, he nuzzles her hair and presses his forehead to hers and tells her he loves her. he tells her EVERYTHING. how he thinks about her day and night, he misses her when he has to leave, he loves her laugh and her smile and the softness of her touch and the feeling of her warmth on him, and he loves the tone of her voice and the way she cares and does little things for him, and every time he looks at her it makes his whole day. and he tells her how just knowing her has made him a better person and he wouldnt be anything without her. and how hed love her no matter what or no matter how long or no matter if this is something she wants or not, hed love her anyway.

he gives her little kisses between each thing he tells her, and by the end of it shes crying (getting back to the thing i was talking about a few asks ago). she hugs him tightly around his neck with her tears dripping on his uniform and tells him shes loved him her whole life and was always terrified to tell him because she didnt want him to leave and she knows how he generally was with other girls who have crushes on him. as soon as lime hears the "I've loved you my whole life" thing though, his response is "WHAT?! THAT LONG?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!!" and feels a tinge of being pissed off that he couldve had her this WHOLE TIME, to which she responds "I WAS SCARED!!"

and he smirks at her and says "God, you really are literally a scaredy-cat." and shes still crying lowkey so just leans forward into his chest and muffles out a "Shut up you jerk." and he just stares at her for a bit, stroking her hair and planting little kisses on her head, and asks "...do you really love me?" because hes still in disbelief and this doesnt feel real, to which she reminds him that she (as a witch) will always always always love him and never stop loving him for the rest of her life.

so lime kisses her again. and again., and starts escalating it because god knows now that he has the green light there is NOTHING stopping him from having her. probably lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom to have his way with her

(funny tidbit though-- they were originally gonna stay there for like a week because lime wants her all to himself for a while to get all the s*xual frustration out of his system. he thought once he finally gets to be with her then he would have a better grip on how much he wants her, but in fact it makes it worse. so they end up staying there for like 2-3 weeks and even then they had to be forced to come back because oscar was tired of running the shop by himself and they were fucking up the business)

#anyway. enjoy the read if you wanna read the whole thing #this is one version!! so not set in stone #bpp #text #lore #there could very well be a version where they hook up first if lime at some point is pushed too far and breaks #either way the two events are very closely correlated so if one happens the other will also happen #the last paragraph is why theyre not allowed to be together until after everything is handled because lime would need her far too often

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Pâtissier Warlord's Sweets Operation EP 3

Meanwhile, the charlotte group led by Motonari―

Sasuke: “It’s hard to explain, but it looks like a hat.”

Motonari: “Kicho, you know a lot about foreign countries. Do you have any idea what it’s like?”

Kicho: “I think it has strawberry jelly in it.”

Mitsuhide: “Jelly?”

Kicho: “Jelly is similar to yokan or agar. Maybe we could use them as substitutes.”

Kicho: “But it might be hard to make the outer body considering today’s technology.”

Mitsuhide: “You mean we need to come up with some kind of substitute?”

Yukimura: “You really know your stuff, Kicho.”

Kicho: “I learned everything I know abroad.”

Kanetsugu: “What’s the outer part made of?”

Kicho: “Kind of like a pie crust, but that’s not something we can make in the first place either.”

Kicho: “It’s supposed to be crispy. I guess we’ll just have to substitute it with something else.”

Keiji: “How about baking a thin layer of crispy mochi flour? It’s a thinner version of a rice cracker.”

Kicho: “Not a bad idea. Let’s go with that.”

The charlotte group, led by Kicho, showed their teamwork.

Kicho: “Keiji and Mitsuhide, you guys are in charge of the ingredients. Go get what I’ve written on this paper.”

Mitsuhide: “These things are pretty rare. But with Keiji’s popularity and my info-gathering skills, we could get them easily.”

Kicho: “I’m counting on you.”

The two nodded and went out to do some shopping.

Kicho: “You used to cook for yourself a lot, didn’t you, Motonari?”

Motonari: “So what?”

Kicho: "You're in charge of the jelly."

Motonari: "Don't tell me what to do."

Kicho: "So you want to take on the more time-consuming task?"

Motonari: "Fine. I'll take care of it."

Kicho: "Yukimura, you said you're good with your hands."

Yukimura: "Yeah, I think I'm better than most of the guys here."

Kicho: "You're in charge of making the outer part."

Kanetsugu: "What am I supposed to do?"

Kicho: "Get me some strawberries for the finishing touches. Something as sweet as possible, with little acidity."

Kanetsugu: "I'll get you the good ones."

Each of them started to make preparations, and the ingredients arrived one after another.

Keiji and Yukimura made the batter while Motonari worked on the yokan.

Kicho: "Don't let it set completely, leave a little softness to it."

Motonari: "Uh, this much?"

Kicho: "Yeah, that's about right."

Kanetsugu: "Here you go. These strawberries have a nice color and gloss."

Kicho: "Good job. Keep it cool for now. We'll use it later."

Keiji: "This one is coming along nicely too."

Yukimura: "Hm, it's crispy. I think this will work."

Mitsuhide: "Yes, it's definitely crispy."

Yukimura: "Didn't you say you can't taste anything?"

Mitsuhide: "Yes, it's unfortunate. But even if I can't taste it, I can at least tell the difference in texture."

The Charlotte group, initially thought to be a difficult task, was steadily nearing completion.

As for the crème brûlée group―

❣ Next Chapter

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen kicho #ikesen yukimura #ikesen keiji #ikesen motonari #ikesen sasuke #ikesen kanetsugu #ikesen jp #ikesen translations #ikesen #cybird

[reallyromealone]

This is a dumb idea but like

House husband reader becomes a toddler and Bonten has to take care of him for the day.

Enjoy

Mikey sighed as he snuggled into (name)s hair, pulling his small body towards his own.

Wait

What?

Opening his eyes he looked down to see a small child who looked like a smaller version of their lover, same clothes and all clinging helplessly to Kokos stomach "holy shit..." Mikey mumbled before turning to wake Ran, the older man grumbling before looking at him "what...?" Ran groaned out and Mikey pointed to (name), ran sitting up and jaw dropped.

"Whose the kid...?"

"Fuck if I know!"

"Well wake him!"

Mikey glared slightly at Ran, the other lucky Mikey loved him or God damn.

"Wake up " Mikey said bluntly while poking the toddlers cheek, said small boy grumbled in his sleep before opening his (color) eyes and perked up significantly "Jiji!" (Name) said happily and shakily turned to see the blond "do you know who you are?" Ran asked tired but kindly to the child and (name) smiled that signature smile before speaking "(name)!" "And how old are you?"

(Name) frowned slightly, thinking before holding three fingers "this many!"

"Why are you guys so fucki ---- holy shit!" Mochi practically yelled and woke the other men who all held looks of shock at the toddler "hi!" (Name) said happily.

The men looked at the toddler in awe the little boy in one of Mikey's shirts, him being small enough to be like a dress on the boy "soo...(name), do you remember how Haru likes his lunch?" Koko asked, a test for the small boy "h-he likes it (specific way I can't be bothered to write)!" (Name) said proudly as he sat in Kakus lap, confirming it's in fact him.

Only (name) knew how he liked it as he was the one who figured it out.

"Well bud! Let's take you shopping yeah? Can't wear Mikey's shirt all day" Koko said placing a kiss on his chubby little cheek "ok 'jime!" (Name) said smooching him back innocently, the men silently cooing at their tiny husband who let himself be transferred from Kaku to Koko and the men decided that (name) was in fact the cutest kid.

And probably the only one they would tolerate minus the one the surrogate was carrying.

"Are you hungry bud? We can go anywhere you like!" Koko said ready to drop any amount of cash for the toddler as the men weren't exactly culinarily gifted like the toddlers adult counterpart was.

"We go 'donalds?" (Name) asked innocently, staring at the grown men with his big doe eyes that made the men melt "we will go anywhere you want baby" Koko said happily, the men knowing the menu at McDonald's from their drunk drives home (don't worry someone was driving them).

The men watched (name) eat happily after they got him some temporary clothes and a bunch more as they didn't know how long they would be like this and the clothes could go towards the babe when they get older so win win! (Name) ate his nuggets happily and periodically offered some to Mikey he pretended to gobble his little hand, making the child giggle.

All their Bonten tattoos were covered as to not draw that kind of attention to themselves, people assuming they were models or business men "oh what a sweet young man!" An elderly woman said to the men, (name) waving shyly making the elderly women coo at him "you must be such a proud dad!" The woman said to Ran, the man (name) was leaning on "ah thank you, I'm very proud of him myself" ran said with a fake kind smile as the ladies walked off with a final wave and leaving the men "you ready to go bud?" Ran asked the toddler who finished his food.

"Where we go?" (Name) asked as he was carried out, glancing around curiously by the endler Haitani "you get to come with us to work!"

"Yaaay!"

(Name) followed the men around their offices like a duckling, never leaving their sight as they got some child friendly toys for the boy, (name) sitting content in the corner of Mikey's office with his toys.

It was roughly three when (name) began to get fussy, a mixture of hungry and the need of a nap as the men panicked at the child sobbing angrily.

"Ah, seems like it's Naptime" Takeomi said causally as he lifted the angrily sobbing husband, the boy clinging to Takeomi and slowly rocked to sleep before getting set on the couch.

"We are totally gonna rock this parenting thing" sanzu said confidently, tucking little (name) onto their bed, the men found him adorable but desperately missed their husband.

Morning came, mochi held (name) close as he looked down and let out a breath of relief, (name) sat there in all his glory, torn child clothing around his naked self.

"Oh thank god"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! For your ask game, would you mind if I asked for 2 (since I couldn't choose a fandom 😅)? Could I have headcanons for Sanemi from Demon Slayer and for Gordon from Black Clover, please? Thank you so much, friend!! 💖

Of course you can ask for headcanons from two series, Acacia! And one is from Demon Slayer, thank you!

(Spoilers for the Demon Slayer manga. Nothing big but a mention of future injuries.)

.....

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Realistic Headcanon: When Sanemi is angry, for any reason whatsoever, he asks to go on more missions. An angry Sanemi is a restless Sanemi and he needs to do something! Unless every bone in her body is broken, Sanemi will want to go out on a job. He doesn't care how far he has to travel for a job, he needs to vent by destroying. Alas, the poor demons who Sanemi faces while he's doing a vent mission.

Not realistic but hilarious Headcanon: Sanemi had the worst track record for breaking swords back when he first started. His technique wasn't atrocious per say. But his fighting style has always been very aggressive and the swords he got couldn't take the punishment. He broke so many swords and the poor sword smith assigned to Sanemi was inconsolable at how often they had to make a new blade. Within a couple years though, Sanemi chilled out and his reputation for sword breaking eventually went away.

Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Headcanon: Sanemi started a family, some born to him and his wife but also some adopted. And he named his children after each family member that he lost. His mother and siblings have always been in his heart and he wanted to give their names another chance to be used. When the kids are old enough to understand, Sanemi tells the kids where their names came from and asks them to always treasure their names. His mother and siblings are his mother and siblings. His children are his children. They're all distinct individuals but Sanemi wants his kids to feel connected to a family they'll never get a chance to know.

Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own Headcanon: Sanemi's love for ohagi and sweets in general leads him to opening a wagashi shop when he settles down as a normal citizen. He learns how to make mochi, anko, agar jelly, etc. Learning to use the tool for shaping and decorating the sweets was hard since he lost two fingers, but he managed. He uses his savings from the Corp to buy a little shop space. And he sells sweets until the day he dies. No one who visits the shop can believe that wild looking guy like Sanemi would make the gorgeous mochi and manju that's sold up front.

...

Gordon Agrippa

Realistic Headcanon: Gordon remakes each doll of the Black Bull members. Any little change that they get to their appearance means a brand new doll for Gordon to make. New outfits? New dolls! When Finral dyed his hair? New doll! And Gordon looks forward for the chance to make a new doll. He likes seeing his friends grow and change and making the dolls to reflect that.

Not realistic but hilarious Headcanon: Gordon can't remember ever getting sick. It's not he's got the immune system of the gods. It's that Gordon has some kind of illness amnesia. Whenever Gordon gets sick, even for a small cold, his brain leaves him entirely. He could still function somewhat normally, like get himself water or wash himself, but he will have no recollection of what he did while sick. Gordon gets sick and once he's better, it's like he's lost a day or two from his life. The Black Bulls are understandably weirded out but the Agrippa family is like "ah yeah, runs in the family."

Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Headcanon: Has nightmares the of the squad one day dissolving and just forgetting each other. He’s not afraid of being left out. He’s afraid of the whole friend group just not being friends in the future. He understands that everyone is sure to drift apart a little as they grow and establish lives outside of the squad (because for a lot of them their lives are mostly in the squad and it can’t stay they way forever). But he doesn’t want there to be a day when the BB just stop talking to each other entirely. Even when families are started or someone moves away, that they’ll remember each other. It took a while for everyone to fully accept each other, but they’ve become friends. To imagine their lives just moving so far apart and irreversibly… it scares Gordon so much that he wakes up in tears sometimes because that thought haunts his dreams.

Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own Headcanon: Gordon's palette and stomach are made of iron! He could drink sea water without batting an eye. Spicy wings challenges are no big deal to him. He wouldn't flinch at the darkest, most bitter espresso. And he digests everything like a champ. The only upset stomachs that Gordon has ever gotten were from being nervous. The food he eats never has and never will give him a tummy ache, no siree!

...

Headcanon ask game

#questions from the ask box #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #gordon agrippa #black clover #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer headcanons #sanemi shinazugawa headcanons #black clover headcanons #gordon agrippa headcanons #fully bloomed acacia #soda asides #gordon being a little cryptid is kinda funny #he is the best kind of cryptid because he will hug you and comfort you in your lowest moments #sanemi and shizuka handshake over loving sweet things jahiasurhta #more kny thoughts must come to my mind! #also I say the sword breakin headcanon is unrealistic because #Sanemi is actually a very talented swordmans #not a prodigy like himejima or Mui or even Kyou #but even with an aggressive fighting style #Sanemi would’ve been skilled enough not to destroy his sword so easily

[rocksandrobots]

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

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I just thought of a funny one A TodoMomo & Kacchaco accidental double date ♡♡

Another one down! I'm so sorry that this has been sitting in the request box forever @relphonsense. I went a little different than what the original ask but I kept the same concept. I hope you enjoy

Today is an unusually peaceful day in Tokyo, there aren’t police sirens roaring in the background. Which meant the number two hero and number nine hero could enjoy their day off, well enjoy it within reason. After all, being ranked in the top ten never guaranteed them the privacy they so craved. But they made the best of their situation, more so did the young brunette hero. She was the optimist of the relationship while the other was the protector. 

“Come on Cheeks. If you even wanna see mochi you need to stop signing pictures.” Bakugo sternly says over his shoulder as he watches his girlfriend sign about a dozen magazine covers. Uraraka finally broke into the top 10 this year and ever since she’s been receiving glowing reviews. Even if she was dating the explosive number two. 

“Katsuki, give me just a minute.” There's a twinkle in her eye as she signs the final book, one being held by a little girl with a hairstyle similar to the one she used to wear in UA. Uraraka has let her hair grow down past her shoulders, but her signature bangs are still present. She’s learned to adapt and tie it away inside her helmet. Bowing to the group in front of her, she turns on her heels and jogs to catch back up to her partner. 

“Cheeks, you gotta learn to prioritize. You won’t be lucky much longer and eventually days off will be a thing of the past.” Bakugo lets his red eyes meet her chocolate brown ones. He is still harsh, but not nearly as harsh as his UA days. The number two hero can certainly admit that it was all because of the woman beside him. She’s been softening those rough edges since their third year of UA. 

“Yeah, yeah I hear you ole wise and strong Dynamite. Last time I checked I was clocking more hours at number thirteen than you as number two.” Uraraka intertwines their hands together, keeping her pinky free so as to not accidentally activate her quirk. Her fingers are rough now, nothing compared to their softness from the first time they met at UA. She’s seen battle, she’s fought for her life and those around her. She’s spent endless hours in the gym to make herself stronger. 

But her roughness doesn’t bother Bakugo. How could it? After using his explosions for so many years, he’s developed his own calluses. Even his arms are rough, covered in scars from battle. That’s one thing that the hero is actually known for, his roughness. His appearance isn’t much different from UA. The hero may have grown a few inches, gained a few muscles. But his blonde hair is still a mess, but the sides are kept in a fade leaving just the top a spikey mess. His red eyes still burn with a fire in a battle. 

“Tch, whatever. Mochi shop on your left.” Bakugo chews on the inside of his cheek as she pulls them in the direction of the small cafe. Thankfully this time of day the shops are pretty empty. What Bakugo doesn’t expect is to literally run into the number three hero Shoto and his girlfriend, number twelve hero Creati. Todoroki Shoto and Yayorozo Momo. 

“Hi guys! It’s so great to see you!” Uraraka jumps in joy as she wraps her arms around Yayorozo. Both have giant smiles on their faces while the men exchange a silent hello. The two men don’t have a great personal relationship, they are cordial with each other but there are a bucket full of differences between the two. But with them being in the top three together, they do work well together. Their relationship as Dynamite and Shoto is leaps and bounds better than Bakugo and Todoroki. 

“Why don’t you join us, Ochako? We never have time to double date.” When the brunette turns to look at the blonde he knows the answer already. He can’t bring himself to tell her no in this type of situation. Her happiness trumps whatever he feels. Even if it eats at his ego to have to sit with them and share his alone time with his girlfriend.

“Katsuki and I would love to! I’ll order our food and meet you at the table.” Uraraka gives him a little shove and giggles to herself as she watches the blonde follow behind her friends. Whenever they announced to their friends that their relationship would be publicly announced, everyone was stunned but supportive. Since the two are often on the two ends of the spectrum, it startled all but one. A certain green haired boy. The now number one hero, who travels more than he sleeps.

Bakugo settles for the seat against the window in front of Todoroki, leaving the seat beside him empty for Uraraka. His hand resting against his lap sweats due to his anxiousness and he swiftly wipes it against the denim. His eyes trained on the brunette at the counter ordering their usuals. 

“You and Ochako have been together for quite a while now. Almost six years correct?” Yayorozu asks as she sips from the white porcelain tea cup. Bakugo feels a rush of anger as he’s forced to remove his sight from the most precious person in his life to the woman at the table. 

“Yeah, about that long. Why you askin?” The woman laughs as she continues to sip her tea. Todoroki separates the order of dango to place on their plates fairly. He’s just as whipped for his partner as the explosive blonde. Even though he would be caught dead before ever admitting that to anyone. Ever.

“I just thought that after being together for that long, you’d at least be engaged. I mean Mina and Kirishima are getting married in just a few weeks.” This question is something that Bakugo is asked a thousand times a week. At his morning workouts with his stubborn best friend, whenever his mom calls, when random elderly women see him on the streets. Even his former idol All Might asks him the question whenever he visits his agency. It’s not like he hasn’t thought of it, he has. There may even be a ring hiding away somewhere in their apartment. He just can’t find the time or place to do it. He wants it to be natural, not forced. 

“Well ain’t the two of you been together just as long? When the hell are you two gonna get engaged.” 

“Who’s getting engaged?” Uraraka chimes in as she comes over with their tray of sweets. Well her sweets and his spicy concoction that the owner had to come up just for him. She can’t stand the smell but as long as she can continue to get her mochi she won’t dare to complain out loud. 

“Actually, it’s funny that we ran into you Ochako. I’ve been meaning to call.” The woman across from her brings up her left hand and Ochako shreaks. A large, glittering rock rests on a thin band around her ring finger. Todoroki has a wide smile on his face as he looks at the ring. Something in Bakugo eats at him as he watches his girlfriend swoon over the rock. It’s a large ring, Todoroki probably spent a few months of pay. But that’s not Uraraka’s style. She likes things that are dainty and slim. 

“That’s great! First Mina and Kirishima and now you two! It’s so weird to see our classmates start their lives. I feel like all Katsuki and I do is work and clean our apartment. I wonder who will be the first to have children?” The two women begin to go into a whirlwind of what if’s while the two men eat their food in silence. Every now and then Bakugo and Todoroki share a glance and it gets under the blonde's skin. They both know that Uraraka should be showing off a ring, a symbol of their love just like Yayorozu. But here he is. Being a chicken shit about it. Something about it tears him up on the inside that he can’t bring himself to finish his chile brownie. 

The double date continues without a hitch for the women as the men just nod and speak every now and them. All Bakugo wants to do is steal his girl away to their apartment and shut out any distractions. Eventually the universe sides with the blonde to relieve him of his torment. Saying their goodbyes outside the shop, the couples turn and leave in opposite directions.  

The walk home is pleasant, but quiet between the two. One day dreaming of the future and one contemplating on if he’s been a little too calculated. Again proving they are yin and yang to each other. The city bustles around them as they finally make it home. 

Once inside their home, their body and souls relax. Finally being alone with each to let down any shields they were out in the real world. Bakugo reaches for her wrist and pulls her small frame into his large one. Uraraka buries her face into his chest and Bakugo holds onto as if the world is crumbling around him. Something from today’s surprise double date has shook him. 

“Hey Katsuki, what’s going on?” Her soft voice is muffled against his chest. His muscles relax and release her from his hold. Chocolate orbs shine up at him and he melts. A weird sensation for someone that is so rough. Bakugo brings his hands up to rest on each side of her face. Lowering himself to her he melts his lips to her and sighs as if all the weight on his shoulders disappear. This is all that really matters. Not some bull shit ranking. Not someone else's opinion. Just her and him. 

“Marry me.” It’s a simple request. But it’s not the easiest. He knows that it takes a special person to deal with his personality each and every day. It takes someone just as rough, tough, and stubborn. Uraraka possesses each and every one of those qualities. 

“Katsuki…. Yes.” He lets out the breath that was trapped in his lungs. If he was a weaker man, he’d crumble to his knees and sob. His younger self would never have imagined that he would build the life of his dreams with the woman of his dreams. Especially since that woman is the one that he fought almost to the death his first year in the Sports Festival. But he can truthfully say without any hesitation it was that day he started to develop his feelings for Uraraka. Even if consciously he was oblivious to it.

Who knew an unwanted, spontaneous double date would be the cause of the greatest memory of his life. Bakugo could say without a doubt that even being number one could never top this feeling. 

She was his forever. And he was hers.

#kacchako #kacchakofanfiction #katsuki bakugou #uraraka ochako #bakugo x uraraka #request