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Big Hero 6

LiteratureTadashi Hamada x Reader: Dreams Come TrueThe crackling of flames filled your ears, the smell of smoke invading your nostrils and forcing you to breathe it in. You could feel your throat burn from irritation, same with your eyes. The violent red and orange glow of the tall flames almost blinded you, the light given off by them almost too much to bear. The heat from the intense fire that burned around you seeped through your skin, making your skin dry out and crack thanks to the lack of humidity. Just intense, desert-like heat. You couldn’t move, your muscles refusing to. You could feel your heart race, it banging against your chest like a base drum. The roar of blood rushing th

LiteratureHit the Brakes (GoGo Tomago x MaleReader)Disclaimer: The following story contains minor spoilers for Big Hero 6. You have been warned. It was a quiet night at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology and you were, as Professor Callaghan liked to say, burning the midnight oil working on your robotics project. Under the lights of the Ito Ishioka Robotics Lab, you stood on the front steps as you activated your project which lifted you up about two feet off of the ground. Feeling the cool night breeze through your short (h/c) hair, you look down to see your four miniature quad-copters linked up in a straight line under your feet, acting like a hoverboard. You check your wrist-mounted

LiteratureHidden Affection - GoGo Tomago x Reader [Hero AU]~*~GoGo Tomago x Male! Reader Series~*~ Hidden Affection - Hero! GoGo Tomago x Male! Reader Grunt. Grunt. Grunt! That’s all she ever did whenever you tried to talk to her. The repetitiveness nearly drove you insane, though you couldn’t blame her. You had known her since grade school and as a young adult she possessed the same personality. “Would be nice if she tweaked that a bit.” Deep down you didn’t really mean that. It was how you had come to care for her, understand her. Unlike the other girls you came across, she was the only one you treated as your upmost equal. A set of doors were thrust open and she

Hiro Hamada

LiteratureSecrets B || Hiro Hamada x Pregnant!ReaderPart 1: Secrets A || Hiro Hamada x Reader [ Author's note: This is 7 years after BH6 where Hiro & the reader are 21. ] Hiro Hamada was well-known: international inventor, promoter of the Tadashi Hamada Baymax Project, and leader of the famous crime-fighting team, Big Hero 6. Above all, he was a husband and soon-to-be father. [Name] accepted Hiro’s proposal short after she (Baymax) revealed that she was pregnant with his child. They were engaged in the winter, married in the spring, and their child was to be born into the fun-filled season of summer. The past several months were exciting, and [Name] was relieved that they made it t

LiteratureBath Time: Hiro Hamada x ReaderThis one has slightly mature-ish content. You and Hiro are in your late 20's though. “(Name)?” you hear your husband call out to you as he gets home from work. “In the kitchen,” you call back, continuing to wash the dishes. He lets out a tired sigh as he loosens the tie around his neck and makes his was over to you. “Sorry, I’m so late. There was a small disaster in manufacturing. Luckily no one got hurt, and the damage wasn’t too severe, but there was a boat load of paperwork to do on it.” He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek. “I

LiteratureGummy Bear Thief: Hiro Hamada x reader“What the heck?! Where are they?” you can hear Hiro’s grumblings from the staircase as you walk up to his room. You smile to yourself, already knowing what he’s looking for. Schooling your features, you take the last step to enter his room. “What’s wrong?” you ask, playing innocent. He looks up from his position on the floor and halfway under his desk. When he does, he knocks his head on the edge of his desk. “Ouch!” He rubs the sore spot on his head as he crawls out and sits cross legged on the floor. You wince at the solid thunk of his head hitting the hard desk and walk over.