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//With the persuasion and requests of a few folks, I’ve finally made Leikc her own blog aside from mine.
I will still be following the exact same tag and everything, but this side blog will no longer be active.
I’m still cleaning up the posts and stuff over there / gotta do a full amount of tag drops so I can clean up tags and stuff since most of them are a mess because I kept typoing on verses.
"Beautiful."
Sticky Candy ♦|♦ @hiro-hamada-six
“She is a beaut, isn’t she?” She’d been working on her bike, a not-as-speedy motorcycle she’d saved from the dump. She’d always had a passion for them. “She’s going to be absolutely gorgeous when I finish cleaning her up!”
“I got you, you’re okay. You’re alright, I got you.”
Sticky Candy ♦|♦ @roboveined
“You don’t have to baby me!” she grumbled and swatted at his hand as she stood once again, balancing properly on her wheels once again and trying to keep herself from tipping over once more. She was tired.
“It’s hard to explain.”
Sticky Candy ♦|♦ @roboveined
“You’ve got literally ten seconds to tell me why in the nine hells you’re on my bike and making ‘vroom vroom’ noises before I post this video to youtube.”
“I love him, GoGo...”
Sticky Candy ♦|♦ @roboveined
“You've made it painfully clear how much of a fanboy you are for Tony Stark and anyone who can hold a wrench properly, Tadashi. You’re hopeless.”
Eye Candy Sentence Meme
“How do I look?”
“Say whatever you want, it’s not like I can hear you.”
“Beautiful.”
“Call me first.”
“You’re not answering my calls.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I got you, you’re okay. You’re alright, I got you.”
“Just because [name] still loves you, doesn’t mean I won’t do my job.”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Wanna go on a date?”
“She could be the one you’ve been looking for.”
“I’m not looking for anyone.”
“I will never stop looking for you, [name].”
“Whatever happens, be careful.”
“Is he late? He’s late, isn’t he?”
“Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“Sorry, I’m only into blondes.”
“We’re gonna catch him.”
“Accessed? Try hacked.”
“Yep. That’s not legal.”
“If he wanted to kill me, I’d be dead already.”
“You know it’s like 3a.m. right? I was deep in the rem.”
“The source listens to the cop.”
“You and [name] have that kind of love that steals a piece of your heart. And, honey, until you fill it with somebody new, you’re just gonna keep going back for more.”
“Look, [name] broke your heart, but you have to get back out there. You know, start dating, live your life.”
“I’m living my life, and a man doesn’t define it.”
“I knew it. I knew it was you.”
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“Pain festers and makes monsters of us all.”
“The internet’s a place where you can create an illusion, show people only what you want them to see.”
“Run! Save her! And save yourself! Hurry, hurry, hurry! HURRY!”
“You won’t ask me how it was like to be with her? Intimately?”
“You and me. This. Whatever this is. It’s over. It’s done!”
“[name], I can’t trust you anymore.”
“I love him, [name].”
“Please, [name], go.”
“Don’t you hurt her. DON’T YOU HURT HER!”
Helmets for Safety
Tadashi was at a loss, he didn’t know what this was all about. If it was his reckless attitude, he’d do it for anyone else, its not exclusive for Hiro or his aunt. Maybe Gogo just misunderstood that, maybe.
He slowly approached the girl as the noise of the engine echoed throughout the park all the while holding his brother tightly on his back, the knucklehead sure got a lot heavier since he last carried him.
“Gogo?” He called out as he used his right hand and touched her shoulder. “Why are you mad?” It was the only question that plagued Tadashi’s mind. “If it was my reckless attitude towards saving my brother.” He paused. “I’m sorry but I think you misunderstood my point.” He explained.
“You don’t understand anything. How could you, anyway. Forget it, just get on the damn bike,” she nearly growled, though her eyes narrowed at him. "I could scream it at you for hours and you wouldn’t hear me. You never do. This is - this is just one of many times where you’ve thrown everything away. You infuriate me, completely,” she gripped the handles and stared hard at the handles. "You don’t think about anything else. How anyone else feels about you, or worries, or cares. All you care about is trying to be a stupid hero and help everyone without any regard to what could happen to you,” she turned back to him. Her eyes were actually just a little glassy, threatening tears.y.” Her head turned back to the front, “I don’t want a hero. I want my friend back.”
Helmets for Safety
“Baymax? Hiro’ll probably finish him in a short amount of time than I did.” Tadashi admitted. “He’s the genius between us.” He continued. “Just knowing that Hiro finished Baymax and the big bot realized in hospitals is just another way of helping them, albeit indirectly.” He stated as he approached his younger brother’s sleeping form.
What Tadashi failed to realize is that people value him as a life on earth and as a friend. Everyone knew of Tadashi’s hero-complex and it was worst than Fred’s fanboy-ism.
“I don’t care if its stupid, as long as Hiro’s safe.” He finished as he hoisted his brother on his back and carried the younger Hamada piggy-back style. “I don’t know if I can bear to lose someone again.” He whispered.
“T-... You know what, you can drive this hunk of junk home,” she grabbed her helmet, making her way toward her bike, “Since he’s the only important thing, what use are any of us to you, then, huh? You know, it’s not like we care or anything about you. And hurt when you do. Just - forget you, Tadashi. I don’t need this, because frankly, if you die, we all end up losing someone. And it’s not fair of you to be so careless. It’s not,” she sat on her bike and put her helmet on her head. She had to quickly because honestly this was killing her. She narrowed her eyes as she started revving the engine, every intention on leaving burning through her instead of just. God forbid he ever listen. Her eyes shut tighter still and she gripped the handlebars, “... We all hurt. And you’re too stupid and selfish to see how much.”
With the expected sulk, Hiro waited through GoGo’s entire speech, gazed turned elsewhere. As much as he wanted to escape her grasp and find a quiet ditch to crawl in and die, he knew struggling was pointless. She had her hold on him and she wasn’t going to let him flee when she had something to say–no one got away when GoGo chose to speak her mind.
When she finally did wind down and looked to be down barraging him with a mix of compliments and school day stories, Hiro hazarded a glanced her way. “You wore glasses?” The boy had a ghost of a smile, a tiny sign he had heard every word and was at least somewhat placated. While he might not entirely believe the sentiment–rocky confidence was not so easily fixed–Hiro appreciated the effort to cheer him up. That alone spoke volumes to him.
But,” Hiro continued on with a faint stammer, “yeah, I guess we’re pretty close friends. She’s weird, in a cool way. I don’t get what she’s saying half the time–and only some of it’s in French. She doesn’t get half of what I talk about either though, I guess it’s fair. You’d probably get a kick outta her, she’s tougher than she looks!” Excuse him a moment while he rambles, cheeks flushed.
“Trust me,” she ruffled his hair playfully as he mumbled about her glasses. Good, he’d actually listened instead of tuning her out. She didn’t want her ‘surrogate brother’ to feel like crap about himself. Though now she was plotting, oh, she was getting ideas. She got that rather devilish tiny grin on her face as she glanced to the side, already plotting just what she could do. She leaned back to rest her both hands on his shoulders, “Really now? So you two are already close enough to tolerate each other’s babbling? Wow, when’s the wedding?” Hiro was literally gushing, and oh God it was adorable. He just had literally no idea how much he liked this girl. Such was the the woes of a socially bubbled and over protected teen. She’d help in whatever way she could, even if it was in a sneaky way. "I’m happy for you, Hiro. You finally got yourself a friend in at all, really. I mean... I know it’s lonely with all of us being so much older and everything. Can’t be fun with us old foagies when you don’t get to enjoy the same perks our age does. How about this, you get your gal pal psyched up. Honey was talking about this huge robo expo next week. We’ll all go as a group, yeah? Tadashi’ll love it. And you can get some extra upgrade ideas for Baymax.” And then they would promptly scatter so Hiro was stuck alone with a certain fashion designer.
Big Hero 6: GoGo Tomago
❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞
Getting Domestic ♦|♦ @roboveined
“You’re such a nutcase! You didn’t just sing and dance, you literally YMCA’d your entire name. A perfect example of SFIT’s best and brightest,” she rubbed a hand down her face. This guy lived over a café. Hell, didn’t he work in one? Wait, was he trying to be dumb to make the barista laugh? ... She wouldn’t put it past the nerd, he always went out of his way to cheer people up. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, holding her cup once she got it, only to see her name had been spelled ‘Layco’. She deadpanned at it, "Okay, now teach them how to spell mine.”
'Are you okay?'
Light ‘um Up ♦|♦ @roboveined
“Bullheaded, arrogent, stubborn ass little,” she gripped her hands into fists as she finally flung herself into her chair. Apparently a professor had not only called her work meaningless, but had insenuated that she’d only been accepted into SFIT for racial balance. A woman and Japanese to a degree, and that was it. She was furious, angry, and all of it swirled together into a feeling of hurt as well. Disappointed to hear such a horrible thing come from the mouth of a person that was supposed to nurture students in a welcomed environment. She actually had angry tears lacing her eyes, scrubbing them with her fist and pausing when someone approached her and her desk “Huh - uh - y-yeah, I’m … I’m fine,” she mumbled and quickly returned her hands to her desk table, taking a screw driver she’d swiped from Wasabi and twirling it in her fingers, trying her best to, well, be fine.
Your muse overhears mine having a heated argument with someone in the next room. Send 'Are you okay?' for my muse’s reaction to yours checking up on them.
Helmets for Safety
Tadashi’s eyes widened at this revelation. He didn’t even thought of what or how would Hiro and his aunt would react if he were injured, or worse, killed in any of his stunts to save his little brother.
True, people might think that he’s important to them, but sadly he does not think its selfish. After all Hiro’s the genius, not him.Besides, someone has to help.
“Yeah I know.” Tadashi stated. “But Hiro’s far more important, I mean between the two of us, he’s the genius.” He finished. “Besides someone has to help.”
“Bullcrap, Tadashi. You’re both important. You’re family, without the other, it’s a lonely, miserable existence. How are you going to finish Baymax if you’re dead? How are you going to help all those people you promised if you end up putting yourself in a wheelchair paralyzed forever? Don’t devalue yourself for the sake of making excuses to protect your brother. He might be a genius, and he might be a kid, but don’t you think he’d probably hate himself more than anything if you died for him? Sacrifice only causes more pain and suffering. Don’t be stupid. I swear you’re like talking to a dog. All action, no common sense.” Her eyes narrowed almost dangerously at him from over the edge of the hover car, “You can protect someone without being stupid about it, too. That stunt you pulled? What would you have done if Hiro had done that, huh?”
Poor Hiro. The boy’s face was getting progressively more red by the second. As far as he was concerned, the reasoning behind that was the headlock he was still trapped in, and it had nothing to do with being flustered.
The most he could do was continue struggling and protesting, although both seemed to just further fuel Leiko. “She’s not exotic! She’s a nerd! Just like all of your guys! Nerdette would be a better name for her!” That was NOT a pet name, Leiko, don’t even start. “I dunno why you or Tadashi are making a big deal out of me having a friend. I mean… I know I’m lousy at making friends on my own, but– Y-yeah, she’s not my girlfriend. Why the heck would anyone wanna be that? Tadashi’s the one people are interested in, you got the wrong Hamada.” Awkward though the angle was with the speedster’s arm around him, Hiro tried in vain to shrug off the comment as though it were casual and unimportant.
“Wait,” she actually paused and looked down at the boy still trapped in her grip, “... Is that what that’s about? Do you - really think you’re not somebody someone would want?” her heart was breaking. This kid really felt that way? That he was unwanted, and unattractive or whatever other reason he might have for such reasoning? She let out a sigh and carefully released her arms, only to wrap them around her younger companion and offer some sort of comfort; also keep him from trying to tune her out and run away because... Well, he needed to hear this. “Hiro, I dunno who ever told you that, or if you told yourself that, but.. I mean, truth be told, if you weren’t still an ankle biter, I probably would have asked you out myself. Buuuut, I won’t go into creepy old lady territory,” she couldn’t help trying to keep it light to some degree, trying to keep his attention as she continued, “Tadashi’s nice and all, but you’re pretty amazing too. You’re super smart, and you’re hilarious to talk to. You don’t take crap from anyone, unless it’s just harmless stuff, and, like. I mean, you built an entire team of super heroes. How many guys can use that for bragging rights, huh? I mean, like, ugh, I sound so cheesy,” her hand dug into the mismatched locks of her own hair. “What I'm trying to say is, you’re awesome in your own way, and you already know you’re adorable and all that crap. You use it to your advantage all the time. You’re only 14, right? You wanna know something about me when I was 14? I had the ugliest braces. And my hair was a literal bird’s nest. I wore bottlecap thick glasses. I had to wear a school uniform and oh man, I was seriously ugly. I mean, it just was not a good puberty for me, okay? No guys liked me at all, in fact, they used me as an example of the ‘not dateable type’ whenever they were talking to their little brothers. But look at me now! I think, well, I’m pretty sure I came out pretty decent looking. And if I can manage that looking like hell frozen over,” she finally leaned back to tip his chin up and give him a look square in the eyes. She actually had a smile on her face, though very small, “I know a kid as good looking as you can turn into a real heart breaker. And sure, you got a few... Quirks and all, but, I mean. It sounds like you two are pretty close friends if you put her in the same category as me and Honey.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Although if Leiko kept up that headlock for much longer, Hiro would resort to lying just to escape her hold. “And those aren’t daydreams! It’s called brainstorming for end-of-term projects!” That much was mostly true. Hiro was known for the occasional wistful sigh and longing look when he had robot designs on the brain. Not that he expected any of that to get him off the hook with GoGo.
“If you’re talking about Marinette, you and Tadashi got it all wrong. She’s a friend who happens to be a girl. Y’know, like you, and Honey Lemon. Does that make you two my girlfriends too then?”
“I’m calling bullhonky. I might not be the most social of this group, but I can tell when someone’s got a case of the love bug. You’d-” ah, so her name was Marinette? A slow grin started to form across her face as she kept the poor child hooked under her arm, “Isn’t that a French name? Someone’s got exotic taste,” she grinned a bit more, even if Hiro was denying it, she knew what that meant. "You know, Tadashi never told me a name, but he did say he liked her a lot. I mean, if Tadashi gives his approval, then it’s pretty bad,” she shrugged her opposite shoulder, but his sudden fifth grade logic came into play and she raised a brow. “Hiro, you’re so in denial I’m pretty sure you’re drowning in Egypt.”
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Shots Fired ♦|♦ @lemonatedhoney
The afternoon was just supposed to be quiet practice. Nothing special, just some sparring and running around the city to see if there were any small time criminals to beat the tar out of. Leiko hadn’t planned on going near downtown, but chasing after a purse snatcher had ended up with just her and Honey following after the brat. She didn’t realize the arm band around his shoulder meant something more than just decoration. She wasn’t as versed in gangs or the Yakuza, or whatever as Hiro and Tadashi were. So when they ended up cornering him in an alley with far too many windows for comfort, she took no real notice of it. “You’re trapped now, little brat. Just hand over the purse and I won’t smack you around for the next few hours,” she was tired, she wanted to go home already, and she was pretty sure Honey was needing a break as much as she did. Her helmet suddenly beeped at her, rather loudly, even, and she stopped, tapping the side of it to suddenly have body heat registers coming up all over. There were at least ten other body heat signatures from the windows, and they way they were crouched only meant one thing. “Honey. HONEY! MOVE!” she leapt forward, shoving the much taller blonde to the concrete below them and using one of her wheel discs as a shield once the gunfire started. She heard metallic pings and could smell the smoke and gunpowder as it went off, making her all the more nervous that she wouldn’t be able to keep them shielded for long. And sadly, she was right. One bullet ricocheted off of not only her shield, but one of the bricks and planted itself deeply into her left thigh, making her hiss loudly in pain and anger as her knee almost buckled out from under her. Damn it all, she was better than this!
