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crackedpumpkin · 1 year
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Hiiii!!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could write a Hiro hamada x fem!reader who’s a kinda famous teen actress?? (Also with tadashi still alive if you don’t mind…In my brain he didn’t die in the movie 🥲)
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Hello hello!! I'm doing okay, thanks for asking! Just a bit dead tired from work. I adored writing this, and that rizzed up line hit me outta nowhere i swear i might just be boyfriend material in the wrong vessel bro.
Warnings: Aged Up! Characters, lil Tadashi appearance cause mans not dead in my eyes.
|| ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ || ʜɪʀᴏ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||
[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]
You enter the cafe, glancing at the display case filled with pastries and doughnuts. Your mouth waters, your stomach rumbling hungrily. You notice the small chatter around you and become self-conscious. 
In retrospect, someone wearing a broad-brimmed hat and sunglasses with a mask covering the bottom half of their face is bound to draw some looks here and there.
But today’s your day off from work, and you intend to enjoy it fully without being mobbed by the paparazzi. You had decided in the morning to wander around San Fransokyo, maybe even catch a glimpse of the superheroes everyone’s been talking about, when you decided to stop at a cafe for lunch.
You join the short queue of customers, trying to decide what to get as you scan the menu. The big breakfast looks incredibly appealing, and the photo beside its name almost makes you drool. You could really use some coffee to energize yourself as well.
You’re finally in front of the cashier, having waited patiently for the person in front to count their change before they leave. The cute boy in front of you looks to be around your age, and the way he runs a hand through his fluffy hair makes you smile. 
“What can I get you?” He pauses when he looks up at you, slightly caught off guard by your getup. You clear your throat, fighting back the embarrassed flush that blooms on your cheeks. 
“Hi, could I get a large latte and a big breakfast combo?” You request, though your voice is slightly muffled through the mask. 
“Yeah, sure. How would you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled, please.”
“Your total will be eleven dollars and thirty cents.” He tells you. Your wallet is already pulled out, but in your haste to grab the money, your sunglasses slide off your face with a clatter on the counter. 
You freeze, a twenty dollar bill in your hand as he picks it up for you. You take it back from him with a thankful nod, accidentally making eye contact before quickly sliding them back on. 
Your breath hitches in that second, scared that he had recognized you and would call the paps to spread the news that you’re here. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. He probably hadn’t gotten a good look at you, considering that your hat might’ve blocked most of his view.
“Where do I collect the food?” You ask, picking up the change.
“It’s okay. I’ll bring it to you.”
“Oh, do you do that for all the customers here?” You’re surprised, though it’s very nice of them to do so.
“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks slightly with a shrug as he waits for the small printer to spit out the receipt.
Your lips part, trying to find a response after his words render you speechless.
“And I don’t usually give discounts either.” He adds with a small smile, handing you back your receipt. You take it with a shy smile and bashful nod, scurrying to an empty seat next to the window. 
You pull out your phone, already buzzing with messages from your manager telling you to return quickly for a new reading of a script that’s been offered to you. You sigh, not opening any of them before pulling out a book and headphones. You connect the wireless headphones to your phone, slumping back in your secluded corner and pressing play on the music.
You open the book, starting off from the page that you left off. It’s your favourite book, smiling fondly at the dog-eared pages your thumb brushes against. You read for a while, removing your hat and sunglasses and placing them beside you for better lighting. 
You’re interrupted when the smell of coffee hits you, looking up to see the cute cashier that had flirted with you earlier. Your eyes immediately widen, heat blooming on your cheeks as he looks down at you with a grin, placing your coffee and plate of food on your table. 
You try to help him arrange the things on your table, your hands brushing against his when you reach for the salt shaker at the same time. He chuckles nervously, and you also spot a faint red on his cheeks when he averts his eyes with a shy smile. 
“Thanks,” You manage to say, your lips suddenly dry when your gaze meets his.
“No problem, hope you enjoy. I’d love to hear what you think of the Lucky Cat Cafe’s food.”
You nod, filing away the name for any future visits. He leaves with another quick glance over his shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from his retreating figure. You start to eat, glancing up every now and then to see him interacting with other customers. 
When a group of people enter the shop, he greets them with a warm smile, making your stomach flip as you clear your throat, looking away. Your eyes unintentionally settle on his figure again, only to inhale sharply when you notice he’s also looking at you.
Your gaze drops down to your food, feeling hot as the blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks. You’re an actress, for goodness sake, you scold yourself, so act!
You focus on your food, but hushed whispers attract your attention. You look back up, noticing that his group of friends are watching you with wide eyes as recognition fills their eyes. You stiffen, trying to finish your food more quickly. 
You hear the whispers die down, glancing up again curiously to see him frowning and saying a few words to his friends with his hand on his hip, and they glance back apologetically with bashful nods. You quickly nod back with a flustered wave when he smiles at you again.
Once you finish your food, you leisurely sip your coffee, watching the cute guy occasionally. He seems to do the same, sneaking small glances here and there. He’d be talking to a customer, only for his eyes to wander over to where you’re sitting.
You’d know; you caught him doing it a few times.
He finally settles one more customer before walking over and taking your empty plate. “So? How’s the food?” He asks, his friends having wandered upstairs to hang out with someone that looks like his brother, the older one giving him a noogie you chuckled at.
“It’s delicious. And,” You hesitate, “Thank you.” 
It’s genuine, and you’re sure he can sense what you’re referring to when his eyes flicker over to you with a hint of surprise before his lips curve upwards into an attractive grin.
“Anything for a cute girl like yourself.”
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xanvasofxords · 1 month
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Jerza arts that live in my brain rentfree and 24/7
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beargyufairy · 4 months
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Just My Thoughts Pt. 1
I love drunk Lucy!!
(Mini analysis by me)
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This is one of my favorite drunk Lucy sketches by Hiro Mashima!! It’s just perfect!!
Natsu (fire dragon slayer, END —king of demons/fire demon, one of the most powerful characters in all of Fairy Tail) is tied to a chair…
The chair is made of wood — a very flammable material. And yet he’s tied to it by yet another flammable material (cloth). It just amazes me that he submit to drunk Lucy despite his face.
Something tells me that he’s kinda into this typa thing…like this isn’t the first time he obeyed drunk Lucy. He could easily burn through it and free himself. Not to mention, he’s fought and won battles against very powerful mages yet Lucy is the one with control in this situation he rather let her sit on his lap and do as she wishes
He’s so whipped for her it’s so damn adorable
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i-am-mldy · 6 days
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The power NaLu would have if Natsu wasn't written as an idiot AND a perv 100% of the time and if Lucy wasn't forcibly undressed 100% of the time
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itsallaboutbl · 2 months
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WELL THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING RIGHT NOW DAAAAAAAAMN
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subtly-a-selkie · 2 years
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I think I and lots of other people would really appreciate a part two of the Tadashi story? Pretty please with a cherry on top!
Here you go!! Sorry for the delay there was a slight dilemma on what perspective to put it in but i did my best! You can always request a specific perspective when you request if you prefer a different one. Everyone who showed any interest in a part two was tagged so please let me know if you would prefer not to be.
Word Count: 1800 ish (whoops)
Warnings: grammatical errors and weird formatting (even though it was written on my phone the formatting shouldn’t be that bad) slight angst (?) posted/written late at night so possible weird phrases
You fumble with the remote, switching through the channels in search of something--anything interesting. Anything that wasn't what was previously on to be honest, lately all the news could talk about was the fire and the loss of Professor Callaghan and student Tadashi Hamada. You did not want to think about that thank you very much. Finally settling on a news report about six new superheroes of all things, you go back to what you were doing which was giving the kitchen a much needed scrubbing.
After the news of Tadashi's death you shut down, not even managing to go to his funeral. Looking back on it now you figured that was for the best considering you hadn't yet been introduced to his aunt and little brother. Shaking yourself out of those thoughts before it became too much you aggressively scrub at the counter attempting to remove the crust that adorned it. Luckily for your sanity the kitchen was the last room to clean.
"Ew." you say to no one in particular, except maybe the cat that was making it increasingly difficult to clean the kitchen. The news story finished and switched to something else, and although it wasn't what the news had been obsessing over it did hit a little too close to home. You switch off the television and resume cleaning in a almost stifling silence, left alone with your thoughts and a very unhelpful cat.
Your house was so clean you could practically see little sparkles like the ones in cartoons and all you had to do is hang back up the pictures. You had an assortment of photos, a few of your cat as a kitten, some of your family and friends, and some of Tadashi. Some of the photos of Tadashi included you  and some were just him. You even had one of him, his aunt and his brother. You debated putting that one back up as it was slightly weird to have a photo of people you had never met. Tadashi was the one who had put it up in the first place. Your riveting debate with yourself is cut short by the doorbell and you place the photo with the rest.
You open the door and your eyes go wide with shock, although you had never met Hiro in person you certainly recognized him from the pictures and videos Tadashi would show you.
“Are you Y/N?”
“Oh! Uh yes… please come in Hiro.” You stumble over your words, mind rushing with questions on why he was here. Your eyes widen even further on seeing the giant marshmallow of a robot behind him.
“Baymax?” You realize that you are blocking the both of them from entering and quickly move aside, fingers worrying at the small necklace Tadashi had gifted you. “Oh! Sorry. Uhm. I didn’t expect you.”
“Baymax showed me the videos you and Tadashi had made.” Hiro replies gently picking up one of the photos of you and Tadashi that you had already put back. You both smiled at the camera, eyes lit up by the sun. Your nose was scrunched and your arms thrown around him and his hair was ruffled from the breeze.
“You were his girlfriend?” Hiro asks quietly.
“I was.” You pause and glance at him still holding the photo “That picture was taken at the beach, he loved to take me there.”
“Why didn’t he tell me about you?” He asks more to himself than you. You could tell he was struggling with thoughts about his brother lying to him.
“He was going to tell you after you got into SFIT.” You say, your voice cracking. “I thought that you were having a hard enough time without having to deal with making room in your family for me.”
“Tadashi was reluctant to agree with your choice.” Baymax says causing you to startle, you had almost forgotten that he was there.
His torso began to light up and you and Tadashi come into view.
“Hiro was at another bot fight last night.” Tadashi said working on what seemed to be one of Baymax’s arms.
“I could tell.” You laughed gently, placing your hands on his shoulders. “You fix Baymax a lot more aggressively when he does.” The two of you stayed like that for a bit before you spoke again. “Do you want to talk about it Dashi?” You moved your hands forward, clasping them together and leaning against his back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He put the tools down and turned towards you so you were standing between his legs, kissing your cheek in return.
“I’m worried for him you know? i can’t protect him forever and once he gets older there will be real consequences for his actions.”
“He graduated high school at thirteen. He wants to keep learning and be challenged and bot fighting is what’s scratching that itch.” You smiled fondly “I remember you being the same way in high school although luckily I was horrible enough at math that tutoring me kept you from bot fighting.”
“I don’t think I would have ever turned to bot fighting. Even without you to ground me.”
“Of course you wouldn’t have, you had Hiro to take care of. You had to step into a father figure role and you weren’t able to do anything reckless when you had had him depending on you.”
“So I have two options, get someone for him to tutor or have a kid and die forcing him to grow up.” You laughed lightly at that.
“Or you could find something else to challenge him in a not illegal way.” You paused, prompting him to figure it out himself. “Something that is similar to the things he enjoys about bot fighting?”
“You’re a genius Y/N, thank you!” Tadashi exclaimed, pulling you down to his lap for a proper kiss. You smiled into it before pulling away.
“Being a genius is your job. I just know teenagers.”
“Even more of a reason for me to introduce you to him.”
“After.” You smiled brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“After he gets in to SFIT?”
“It be a bit too much for this big transition to happen and him needing to accept me into the family.” You paused. “After he settles.”
“You could help him settle! He’ll see you anyways because you’re here most of the time.”
“Okay.” You agree. “After he gets into SFIT.”
He kissed you again before you maneuvered yourself out out of your grasp.
“Go talk to him!” You said pulling him up by his hands.
“My lab is a mess.” He said in reply gesturing to the pieces of Baymax strewn about.
“I’ll clean it.” you shrugged. “I’ve got nothing else to do, my big test was yesterday.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He smiled and kissed you again before leaving.
You began to clean when something on Baymax caught your eye.
“Oh! How long have you been recording?” You said to the robot. You smiled into the camera and spoke again. “Now don’t tell Dashi this but i went to go see Hiro bot fight a couple times. He’s got all this talent he just needs to focus it. I’m sure he’ll love it here, there’s all these resources for him to draw from and teachers that will be happy to teach him.”
Feeling around the camera you frowned, “Now where is that off button?” You evidently found it as the picture froze.
Hiro breaks the silence that had settled after the recording. “You came to watch me bot fight? How did you even find me?”
“There’s only so many illegal bot fights. It wasn’t too hard to find the one you fought at.” The silence grew and you speak again. “Would you like anything? I have tea and little cookies? Dashi’s favorite.” You quietly add “We can talk if you would like.”
“The little cookies sound good are they the chocolate ones?”
“Yes.” You smile faintly and invite him and Baymax to the living room.
“Tea can be very hot and dangerous. I shall accompany you.” Baymax states shuffling past you to the kitchen. Your faint smile grows at the memory that caused Tadashi to program that phrase and you follow after.
Returning to the living room with the tea and cookies you see Hiro looking at the pictures you had spread out. Setting the tray down on the table you sit next to him, smiling at the photo he holds. It’s Tadashi and a little girl about a year old, he was lying on the couch and holding her gently, one hand resting carefully on her back and the early morning light softly illuminating their faces. She was still asleep and clutching to his shirt, her pacifier that had been gently clipped to her light yellow onesie resting on his shoulder. He was pressing a kiss to the top of her head and his free hand was entwined with yours.
“Who’s the baby?” Hiro asks quietly and you smile at him.
“She’s my cousin. I babysit her when my aunts have date nights.” He places the picture back on the table and picks up another, the one of him, Tadashi, and his aunt. “That was Dashi’s.” You explain.
“Oh.” Hiro replies and lowers it back to the table, choosing a different one to hold. “And this one?”
You explain the story behind that photo too, and than another and another until you run out of pictures. Both you and Hiro are smiling at the end of your stories and he helps you find places to put them all.
“You should come see Aunt Cass!” Hiro says excitedly. “She would love you.”
“Are you sure she wouldn’t be upset that she didn’t know I was dating Tadashi?” You question adjusting the picture frame of a photo of your cat when you first found her.
“I think that she would be upset that Tadashi never told her but not upset at you.”
“I’m the one who insisted on it.”
“Trust me that wont really register.”
“Okay.” You smile at him already feeling like he was your own little brother.
“Great let’s go!”
“Oh! Uh now?”
“When else?”
“I suppose we can go now I just need to put away the tea and-”
“Okay okay.” Hiro cuts you off “Just hurry up!”
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autoboros · 7 months
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Managed to get Hiro and Auto in recon with my buddies and captured them being gay and stupid
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shan-bunbun · 1 month
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Drawing OC Request from: @princessanieloid
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Not one but two drawing, Ta-Da!
Here's a traditional & digital, the first one is Hoshi with Hiro and the second one is Hoshi.
I'm glad you ask me to draw your oc, i was very happy to draw Hoshi and it's very fun to draw your oc, anyways i hope you like it! <33
-The creator oc is @Princessanielod-
𝘈 𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥: 𝘐𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘟
𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥: 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘗𝘦𝘯 & 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 (𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵)
𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴: 4:59:48 (𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴)
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callie-the-creator · 9 months
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angsty aoyama hcs
sfw. warnings: contains spoilers for chapter 336 of the manga.
author’s note: this was inspired by the song ‘promise’ by laufey.
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• the thing is……
*cries into pillow*
• who was the one to end things? you. you were, but it was after you found out that aoyama was helping the lov— or league of villains— and causing most of their encounters with u.a. high
— “you are the most selfish boy i have ever met! we’re done!”
• he handled it pretty well, all things considered (he cried himself to sleep for a week straight)
— peter b. parker core honestly :// iykyk
• after being caught, he ofc ended his association with the league of villains, choosing to instead help the heroes defeat all for one, but this doesn’t mean that he was welcomed with open arms at first
— sure, it was a relief that he wasn’t on the villain’s side anymore, but you weren’t ready to immediately forgive him
• luckily, aizawa gave aoyama a second chance, while flat out stating that he has "no intention of expelling him,” so he is still attending the school
• i feel like aoyama would be outside your room, pleading for you to come talk to him. even if it is just for a minute
— he’d get yelled at bakugou to shut up…..let’s be honest with ourselves. 💀 bros trying to get his beauty rest
• it took aoyama weeks to finally be able to talk to you and even then, he was able to catch you outside of your dorm because you wanted to grab a small meal (that you may or may not have forced bakugou to make for you)
— “shit…okay, what do you want now?”
• aoyama, knowing he didn’t have a whole lot of him, began to profusely apologize, saying if there was any way he could atone to you, he would do it in a heartbeat.
— it’s hard for you to come up with any ideas because a lot of your friends were injured the times the villains infiltrated school property
— you don’t want to forgive him and as far as you’re concerned, you don’t love him anymore, so why does your heart burn at the sight of aoyama like this?
• it didn’t take long for some of the other students to slowly gather where you two were
• not liking the attention whatsoever, you set your plate aside and pulled aoyama elsewhere in the building where you two began talking about…well…everything. him, you, the both of you/your relationship, his association with the lov, etc.
— this is when aoyama finally admits that he still loves you and if you’ll have him, he’d love to be given a second chance to be called your boyfriend. but it’s not up to him. it’s your decision.
so…will you take him back or not?
“i’ve done the math. there’s no solution. we’ll never last… why can't i let go of this?”
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goldenlaquer · 3 months
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4th place goober of the 2023 popularity contest!
# of votes: 2
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crackedpumpkin · 1 year
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a/n: Damn, I'm really drabblin bros. I'm gonna be so exhausted tomorrow, I guarantee it.
|| Tired Fools || Tadashi Hamada x Reader
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“Can you check this for me?” 
You lean over, looking away from the laptop in your hands. You scan the screen, reading the code that Tadashi shows you. You squint, and he notices, shifting the monitor, so you don’t have to crane your neck.
“It looks good so far, but you’re gonna have an error here,” You point out, unsteadily balancing your laptop to poke your finger at the screen. You stumble, and the computer slides out of your grasp as you gasp in horror.
“Woah!” He grabs the laptop, securing it carefully yet tightly as your hand grips his shoulder. You balance yourself, the room practically swaying. You blink, sitting on the chair he pulls up for you.
“Thanks,” You say breathlessly, taking a moment to close your eyes. You groan, lines of code practically imprinted on your eyeballs. Even with your eyes closed, you can still see the bright screen and hear a soft chuckle from the boy beside you.
“It’s your fault, y’know.” You grumble, moving your hand to hit him with your eyes still closed. “If we got home earlier from the theme park, we wouldn’t have had to stay up like this.” Your hand finally connects with something warm – his arm, you realize. You give him a light punch.
“Yeah, but you had so much fun on the roller coasters. Who am I to take you away from that?”
“Shut up,” You mumble, realizing that his voice is husky with exhaustion. You swat his arm, and he responds with a questioning hum. “Take a break, stupid.” You order, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him back to lean against his chair.
He allows himself to be pulled back, and you feel his chair shift as he groans in relief. “I have so many errors.”
“That’s okay; you’re a good programmer. You’ll fix it.”
“Not as good as you are, though.”
“Are you kidding me?” You bark out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. With your eyes closed, it provides so much relief from the screen you’d been staring at for the past five hours with only two hours of sleep.
“Nah, you’re great. I mean it.”
“Well, you have great hair.”
“You have nice eyes.”
“You have great arms.”
Somehow, your tiredness had turned both of you into rambling fools, neither of you processing the words that left your lips.
“You’re terrible at acting, but it’s cute.”
You pause. “Am I really?”
“What, the acting or the cute thing? Because both are true.”
“Well, you have cute expressions too. Especially when you talk about your brother and aunt. You practically light up, and it’s adorable,” You giggle.
The both of you fall silent, flushed cheeks and goofy smiles as you process the other’s words.
“Should we continue?”
You sense him turning to look at you. Your lips spread into a warm smile, chuckling at the thought of the horror that’s your assignment waiting for you.
“Wanna trade?”
He chuckles, his hand finding yours and giving it a quick squeeze. 
“Sure.”
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theyellowroseofsodor · 6 months
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Has Henry ever seen Little Shop of Horrors? It feels like something that might have caught his attention at some point. (To be clear I’m talking about either the musical or the 1986 movie adaptation.)
🎁 Gift Anon 🎁
Henry: I don’t usually watch scary movies and that one has the name “Horrors” in it.
James: Seriously?! It’s probably one of the least scary movies out there! A little dark, but for crying out loud Henry it’s got a singing plant!
Henry: Just because I like plants doesn’t mean I would watch a scary movie about them.
James: Camille loves animals and she’s watched Pet Cemetery.
Camille: It was boring, do not recommend. But I also like spooky stuff.
Gordon: Henry’s also afraid of literally just about anything.
Henry: I am NOT!
Gordon: Leaves.
James: Elephants.
Gordon: Chicken Pox.
James: Rain!
Hiro: ENOUGH!!
*silence*
Hiro: Is it so wrong that he has short comings? Should we point out your own? James? How you wouldn’t pull a train for a VIP due to the tiniest scratch that no one would have noticed without a microscope? Or Gordon? The amount of times your pride has had you come back to Sir Topham Hatt groveling for your position while my Henry did a fantastical job?
James: I… er…
Gordon: …. *ahem* I apologize Henry.
*Camille and Edward giving their boyfriend/husband a dirty look*
Henry: I wouldn’t mind watching it with you, Hiro.
Hiro: If that is what you wish, my flower.
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thedemon-mirajane · 1 year
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Remember when Mirajane said that Erza's strongest armor is her Seduction Armor after she's reminiscing them fighting when they were younger? 🤨🏳️‍🌈
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averysmolbear · 1 year
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CW: there’s like one pet name used, some minor cursing and the whole thing insinuates the two are in an established relationship otherwise it’s really just some domestic fluff with Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo and the reader (meaning aged up characters! -- probably about early to mid twenties). It hasn't been proofread so if there's any mistakes, they're all mine. And if the characterization is off, well, that's on me too. I tried to keep it gender neutral as well. Hope I succeeded in all my vagueness!
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/gn!reader
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Katsuki Bakugo was exhausted from a long day patrolling the city. There hadn’t been too much for him to do but that just made his day feel that much longer. All he had been thinking about was getting back home to you. Katsuki wanted to stretch out on the couch with his head in your lap while you played with his hair, the two of you watching some mindless television and stuffing your faces with junk food.
He had called you at home a couple of hours before the end of his day, mentioning that you should run to the store for snacks and he would bring home takeout for dinner. He had been halfway home before he remembered the takeout, making a stop at your favorite ramen shop to get both of you something to eat.
Katsuki kicked off his shoes at the door, bag in hand. He could see you sitting on the couch from the door and it brought a lazy smile to his face. It didn’t matter how tired he was, seeing you always brought a genuine smile to his face. Today was no exception.
He had to stifle a yawn as he shuffled his way over to the couch, flopping down next to you. You had been so engrossed in the television that you hadn’t heard Katsuki come in so you jumped a little when you felt him sit down beside you.
“Sorry, doll,” he mumbled softly, his smile slowly turning into a playful smirk.
You took a deep breath, smelling the food in the bag he had placed on the table. You were ready to dig in but you didn’t grab it yet, wanting to give your boyfriend your full attention now that he was home again. “Mm,” you hummed with a soft laugh. “It’s alright. How was your day?”
Katsuki stifled a yawn, laying his head against yours. His eyes slowly closed as he snuggled in next to you and you knew that meant that he was exhausted. While he was cuddly at home when it was just the two of you, Katsuki never relaxed into you this much unless he was absolutely worn out from work.
You nudged him gently with your shoulder. The scowl that Katsuki gave you made you softly laugh. You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before pushing up from the couch to get up, causing your boyfriend to grumble softly under his breath. You laughed to yourself as you heard him cussing under his breath as he tried to get comfortable without you there.
He leaned back on the couch, arms both resting along the top of it, as he watched you move around the kitchen with an eyebrow slightly raised. “Whatcha doing?” Katsuki asked, a slight frown on his face because he missed having you close but he was too tired to join you in the kitchen.
“You mentioned snacks when you called so I’m getting the snacks. That way we can just pick something to watch and neither of us will have to leave the couch unless we need a bathroom break or we’re ready for bed,” you called over your shoulder as you glanced back at your boyfriend. When you smiled sweetly at him, you were rewarded with a lazy, sleepy smile from Katsuki as he nodded his head.
With a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in one hand and a bag that had various candies and each of your favorite bottled beverages in the other, you made your way back to the living room. Katsuki was on his feet the moment you came into view, hurrying over to take everything from you as you laughed at him for it. He quickly set everything up on the table, including your dinner as you grabbed the remote to start scrolling through one of the streaming services the two of you subscribed to so you could find something to watch.
“You want to watch MasterChef with me?” you asked, turning your head to see Katsuki already devouring the bowl of ramen he had ordered for himself. You giggled at the sight of him slurping up the noodles and shook your head. “You started without me? Now you’re stuck watching MasterChef for sure.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes a bit but his mouth was too full for him to argue. Plus he knew how much you enjoyed watching these reality shows that he didn’t have it in him to say no. In fact, he tended to indulge you often, not denying you most of the things you wanted. He did, however, slow his eating a bit because he knew that you’d soon be scolding him for eating too quickly if he didn’t.
You dug around in the bag to get your food, smiling as you realized that Katsuki had made sure to order your food exactly the way that you liked it. He was always so good about recalling details like that, especially with your food orders. It wasn’t that you were picky but you did have preferences and Katsuki remembered each and every one of them. You settled in as the first episode started, chopsticks in one hand and takeout bowl in the other.
By the time the two of you had made it through about three episodes, you had settled back on the couch and Katsuki had laid across it with his head in your lap. Absent-mindedly, you began to scratch his scalp and play with his hair. Katsuki’s ruby eyes slowly started to close and he let out a contented sigh but even through heavy-lidded eyes, he was watching the show more carefully than you suspected.
“I can’t believe that idiot doesn’t know how to properly dice an onion. How did he even make it on the show?” he murmured in an annoyed tone.
You laughed softly and shrugged your shoulders quickly. “I suppose you think you could do better?” You knew you were goading him on but you couldn’t help it. Katsuki was so competitive about everything and you always ended up amused by his reactions when you watched a competition show with him.
“Of course I could!” he stated a little more loudly. He turned his head in your lap to glare up at you and even though you looked down at him with such soft and loving eyes, Katsuki looked indignant. “You want me to make dinner tomorrow and show you I can do better than this extra?”
It was Katsuki’s day off tomorrow although you still had to work. You knew that he was going to need something to do while he was home alone and he did enjoy cooking. You weren’t sure what that was going to mean for the state of your shared kitchen though but you had to admit that the idea of coming home to a home cooked meal didn’t sound terrible.
“You promise to clean up after yourself while you make dinner?” you asked in a gentle tone, still lazily playing with your boyfriend’s hair.
Katsuki paused for a moment, his expression somewhere in between being completely relaxed by your touch and upset that you would think that he would leave the kitchen a mess. Finally he sighed, his head turning back toward the television. “The kitchen will be spotless,” he said as he nodded his head just slightly. “And you’re going to get the best meal you’ve ever had. Just you wait.”
“You really don’t have to do that,” you said, shaking your head as you looked down at him. You could see how determined he looked, however, and you knew there would be no way for you to change his mind. “But if it keeps you busy tomorrow while I’m at work, I’m all for you making dinner. I’ll even do the dishes after we eat.”
“Bullshit,” Katsuki muttered, shaking his head lazily. The last thing that he wanted was for you to lift a finger tomorrow and if that meant arguing with you over it, so be it. “You’re not doing a damn thing tomorrow but eating what I make for dinner.”
You sighed, knowing there was no way to argue with him once he set his mind to something. “Stubborn ass,” you softly said and you knew Katsuki heard you when the corners of his mouth quirked upward slightly. “Just watch the stupid show.”
Katsuki laughed, the sound somehow lazy and loud all at once, because he knew that he was getting his way for once. Of course it meant that he was, yet again, spoiling you but he didn’t mind. You were the only person he wanted to spoil and he would do it every single day for the rest of your lives if you let him.
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Hiro Hamada x Lectora.
Advertencia: Los personajes son menores de edad.
(N) = Tu nombre o nombre de tu O´c.
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— Hiro... — (N) llamó al pelinegro una vez que se asomó en el garaje, pero al no tener respuesta dudó en que el muchacho esté aquí. — ¡Hiro! — La joven se adentró al garaje con cuidado de no estropear nada del trabajo de Hiro.
Al pasar unas 3 cajas llenas de microbots, logró visualizar al pelinegro dándole la espalda, llevaba auriculares por lo tanto no podía escuchar nada. Razón por la cual no respondió cuando lo llamó la primera vez.
(N) rio un poco ante su figura encorvada, dejó el toper de comida que antes había hecho para él en una mesa no tan alejada.
— Hiro... — Tocó el hombro del chico y este se sobresalto del susto, Hiro se quitó los audífonos cuando vio a su novia.
—¡(N)!, me asustaste — El pelinegro puso su mano por encima de su pecho que subía y bajaba de manera dramática. — ¡No vuelvas a hacer eso, casi me da un infarto!
La joven soltó unas cuantas carcajadas ante la reacción del adolescente.
— Perdón, pero estuve llamándote y no me respondías — (N) dejó un suave beso en la frente del chico. — ¿Cómo va el proyecto? — Hiro sonrió y miró su computadora, la joven imitó su acción admirando su trabajo.
Siendo sincera no le entendía nada, pero aun así luchó para poder comprender aún que sea un poco del complicado plano frente a sus ojos.
— Estoy arreglando el neurotransmisor, hace unas horas tuve unos fallos al probarlos con Tadashi, así que estoy en esas.
— ¿Ya comiste? — Hiro dudó en responder, pero al notar la mirada interrogativa de la adolescente negó. — Vamos Hiro, ¿Cómo quieres que tu proyecto sea el mejor si no comes nada?
— Cariño, puede que esté muriendo de hambre, pero aun así mis inventos serán los mejores — Hiro trató calmarla con una broma; la joven rodó los ojos y tomó el tóper de comida que dejó en la mesa.
— Ven, deja de trabajar unos minutos y come — Tomó el brazo de Hiro y lo jaló fuera de la mesa y computadora.
— ¡Espera!, vamos (N), ya casi es la feria de la Universidad y aún me hace falta mucho trabajo, no puedo dejar mi proyecto botado. — Hiro trató de negociar, pero no sirvió de nada sus palabras, (N) no lo soltó hasta que llegaron al pequeño sofá que estaba al fondo del garaje.
— Lo sé, pero aun así debes cuidar de ti — Concluyó la joven mientras se sentaba a la par de Hiro en el sofá; luego dejó el tóper cuidadosamente en el regazo del chico. — Anda, come, lo hice para mí.
— Gracias — El chico le ofrece una sonrisa antes de abrir el tóper, el olor de la comida casera inundó el ambiente y hasta en ese momento Hiro cayó en cuenta lo verdaderamente hambriento que estaba. — ¡Huele delicioso!
— Lo hice sabiendo que mi tonto novio no estaba cuidando bien a si mismo... — Una mirada juzgona de Hiro bastó para que soltara una que otra carcajada. — Espero que te guste...
— ¡Me encanta!
Pasaron unos minutos en donde (N) hablaba de lo que sea que le haya pasado en los días que no había visto a Hiro, el chico la oía atentamente y comentaba una que otra cosa dejándole en claro que la escuchaba, formando así un cálido ambiente entre ellos dos.
Cuando Hiro terminó de comer, dejó el tóper vacío en el suelo y se acostó en el sofá, dejando su cabeza por encima del regazo de su novia.
— ¿Desde cuándo no duermes? — La joven pasó sus dedos por los largos cabellos del chico.
— No lo sé... No me acuerdo — Un golpe de somnolencia inundó a Hiro, frotó sus ojos con la palma de la mano tratando de quitar el sueño y poder disfrutar más el momento.
— Duerme, aunque sea un poco — La adolescente buscó una mano de Hiro para entrelazarla con la de ella.
— No quiero, si me duermo estaría desperdiciando tiempo que puedo pasarla contigo a solas... — Hiro soltó un bostezo y sonrió al ver la cara roja de (N). — Y terminando mi proyecto. — Hiro recibió un golpe en la frente. — ¡Ay!
— Gran manera de arruinar un momento romántico — Acusó divertida. — Tonto, duerme un rato yo estaré aquí cuando despiertes, además ya será fin de semana y vendré para ayudarte un poco en tu proyecto, así que tendremos un montón de tiempo juntos...y terminando ese proyecto.
— Eso me gustaría, gracias por la comida y por cuidarme — La mano desocupada de Hiro se movió hasta quedar por detrás del cuello de la joven, la empujó suavemente hacia abajo para poder alcanzar los labios de su novia con los de él. El beso no duró tanto, pero fue lo suficiente para que estuviera satisfecho. — Te amo.
— Yo también me amo. — Respondió (N).
— ¡Ay, vamos!
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Nota de la autora: Tiktok tiene la culpa, apareció un edit de Hiro re de la nada y me dieron ganas de leer contenido x lectora de él, obvio como no había mucho tuve que escribir algo yo. 🤗
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