1507: Happy Birthday TadashixReader – Oneshot

Title: Happy Birthday TadashixReader
Author: ChibiRaeRae
Media: Film
Topic: Big Hero 6
Genre: Romance
URL: Chapter 1
Critiqued by Ghostcat

 

Hello, dear Patrons!

Since I had so much “fun” working on a fic from an author that was previously featured in the Library, I decided to give it another shot. I’m here with a little Big Heroes 6 oneshot from ChibiRaeRae, who wrote Happy Birthday HiroxReader! Astute Patrons will notice that the title of this oneshot is very similar to the previous fic, with Tadashi’s name substituted for his little brother’s.

Let’s see if the summary clears up any of the confusion.

In honor of everyone’s Birthday this month! I hope you enjoy! I know I posted not that long ago, but I had nothing to do on my Birthday lol. I do not own Marvel or Big Hero 6.

That’s not really a summary, it’s more like one of those chatty  little Author’s Notes we see prefacing chapters.

:opens fic:

And there’s one of those ANs in front of the chapter itself, or I assume it’s an AN because it is all in boldface. Great. Maybe it has the real summary.

In honor of my Birthday and again everyone else this month, I am doing a One Shot of Happy Birthday Tadashi x Reader, for those who like Tadashi a little more then Hiro. That and I had no plans for my birthday today, lol. It won’t be that long or good (I think) but I hope you enjoy it.

…Yeah, that really clarifies things. Thanks for that, author.

You let out a heavy sigh as you look up over at the clock hanging up on the wall. “I’m almost done. It’s almost 6 o’clock, then I go home and relax. I never thought I would have to work on my Birthday, but here I am.”

Damn, I must be working late. My office closes at five-thirty and I’m usually home by six or six-thirty.

At least I’m not a pumpkin, though. Probably.

As you lean your head over to the side, bringing your hand to the back of your neck massaging lightly as you roll your shoulders. You let a sigh of relief from your stiff shoulders and neck.

I actually tried to do this and rolling your shoulders while massaging your neck takes a lot of coordination; it’s a bit like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time.

Shortly after taking your small break,

That lasted all of five seconds.

you hear one of your co-workers calling out to you. “(Y/n), We need someone to bus table 4!”

:THWACK!:

No numerals in dialogue!

Wait, why am I bussing a table? I work at a bank.

You give yourself a firm nod and pull the corners of your lips into the best smile you could manage. “I’m on it Jeremy!”

Why am I on Jeremy? And who is Jeremy? The only person I know with that name died three years ago of pancreatic cancer.

THIS IS SO CONFUSING!

You rush away from your station where you were once washing dishes, and tailed it over to table 4 bringing a small bin with you.

:THWACK!:

That was for the numeral!

So it would appear that I am some sort of dishwasher/busperson, which is something I have experience with thanks to a job I had at a Chinese buffet in high school.

:shudders:

Sweet mercy, people waste so much food. And I’m fairly certain that Ranch dressing is really an inorganic polymer specially designed to resist dissolving in dishwater.

You set the bin on the table and started clearing the dishes away into the bin before wiping off the table.

And this is exactly as exciting as I remember the job being.

After rushing to get the table ready for the next set of costumers,

Do I work in a cosplay café? That might make things a little better.

you let out a tired sigh causing your shoulders to drop a little as you wipe your forehead that was wet with a little bit sweat.

I think I’d rather deal with a little bit of sweat and wait until I get to the back where I can find something clean to wipe it off. The only thing I have to wipe my forehead with is either my hands, which are probably filthy from handling dishes other people have been eating off of, or the rag I used to wipe the table, which is probably pretty nasty and/or soaked in some kind of industrial cleaning solution. Adding my bodily fluids to the rag used to wipe off tables would probably violate several heath codes, too.

As you carry the bin of dishes over your shoulder and back to your previous station, you glance over at the clock again.

Why am I carrying the bin on my shoulder? As well as being really heavy, a bus tub would contain a hellish bouillabaisse of discarded food and spilled drink that you don’t want anywhere near your face.

“Looks like its quilting time!

Quilting time?

I do enjoy quilting, although I don’t do it as much as I used to. When it comes to pleasant yet incredibly time-consuming handicrafts, it’s right up there with crochet and knitting.

Finally, after I finish these dishes I am out of here! Sorry Jeremy.. Not really though.”

I’m very excited about my quilt.

You smiled a bit wide to yourself raising one corner of your lip higher, causing it look more like a smirk.

Ba?

Sorry, buddy; I can’t tell if I’m really smirking or not. I don’t think my face would able to contort like that, to be perfectly honest.

After finishing off the rest of the dishes, you give a short bow to some of your co-workers on the way to the changing room.

I’m weirdly formal for a dishwasher.

Why is there a changing room in the restaurant? I’ve worked at a couple of different sit-down restaurants, and none of them had separate changing facilities for the staff. That’s not to say that such a thing doesn’t exist, just that I’ve never seen it in person. I’ve seen it on TV and in movies where even the smallest restaurant has a changing room with walls of full-length lockers, but the closest thing I’ve seen to that in person was a clump of lockers where waitstaff could keep their stuff during their shift.

“Here I come Netflix, get ready because it’s me and you til one in the morning.” You thought to yourself, as you kept a smile plastered on your face while changing.

Yay, Air Disasters marathon! Or maybe Partners in Crime, which is a Forensics Files clone I’ve gotten into recently; it’s produced in Singapore and gives an intriguing look into police procedures in Eastern countries. The episode where they show how handwriting analysis is done on Chinese characters that had been written in lipstick on a corpse is very interesting.

“I’m leaving, cya later guys!”

:THWACK!:

No text-talk in my dialogue!

You give one last shout to your co-workers in the kitchen, before taking the back exit to leave.

I’m, like, the most overly dramatic dishwasher ever.

Why am I leaving at a specific time? Did I ask off early, or something? If I was there for closing I’d have to wait until all the dishes as well as the pots and pans from the kitchen had been washed before I could leave. Unlike waitstaff, who can leave once the tables in their section are empty and they’ve done their set-ups for the next shift, the dishwashers can’t leave until everyone is done.

It was a bit dark and really creepy using the back exit, mostly because it was an alley way.

Well, duh. Did I expect the back exit to open onto a beautiful park? The back of a restaurant is where the keep the dumpsters full of rotting food.

That and you would get a lot of “interesting characters”, as you like to call it that slept there.

I must work in a really dodgy part of town if I’m scared of walking through the alley at night.

I don’t have a lot of first-hand knowledge of “interesting characters” (which I assume is a polite euphemism for homeless people), but the back alley behind a restaurant doesn’t sound like a very appealing place to crash for a night. Remember those dumpsters of rotting food? Not only do they reek, but they are magnets for rats and other vermin.

So taking on a shift close to night time, wasn’t your most favorite thing.

I don’t like taking late shifts strictly because of the homeless people in the alley? Wow. I am a special little princess, aren’t I?

As you slung your bag over your shoulder and your brace yourself, at full speed you charge out of the alley way

I’m so scared of this alley that I have to run through it? I must be so very, very broke if I’m this terrified and still took this job. Like, “using dish soap for shampoo and laundry detergent” broke.

only to be jerked back suddenly. You let out a loud scream, as your body jolts up you feel the adrenaline pumping through your blood.

Either this really is a sketchy part of town or I just snagged my bag on the doorknob.

You struggle to pull yourself away from the large hands that had a powerful grip on your shoulders. “AAAH! HELP! SOME ONE HELP!” You could feel yourself starting to cry, you were so startled and scared it was one of “those people”.

I seem much more upset by the idea that it could be a homeless person assaulting me than by the actual assault itself.

You could hear a male voice but you were too scared to look back.

I didn’t even turn around when someone grabbed me? That’s an instinctive reaction; something grabs you, and you look to see what it is and defend yourself if need be. If I can tell it’s a male voice, I should be able to recognize it if it is someone familiar to me. I just announced to the entire staff that I was leaving, so this could be a co-worker trying to catch me before I leave for the night.

What the hell, me?

“Hey, hey (y/n) calm down! It’s okay, calm down, look at me!” He said, griping her shoulders tighter as he forces her to turn around and face him. “It’s Okay, it’s Tadashi.

Sudden pronoun shift is sudden; I went from a genderless blob to a female blob in an instant. But at least I know I’m not a pumpkin.

Also; if you grab someone by the shoulders and they start freaking out, trying to force them to do anything – even turning around – is a good way to get kicked in the balls and whacked over the head with a very heavy purse.

I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Then sneaking up behind someone who is as high-strung as I am in a dark alley and grabbing them by the shoulders was clearly the wrong thing to do.

Your wide eyes look at him taken back, as you roll them letting out a sigh of relief your shoulders would fall low along with your head.

… I think Tadashi done broked me.

“Dam it Tadashi! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to pick me up! I was scared to death!” You shout at him, a bit angry but mostly embarrassed that you reacted that way. You wipe your face quickly so he couldn’t see the tears, at least you hope he didn’t.

Hell, let him see them. Maybe he’ll think twice before sneaking up on me next time. Insensitive bastard.

Wait – how did he know what time I was leaving? Like most service industries, restaurant workers can’t finish their jobs until after their customers are gone so he would only know the approximate time I was supposed to leave yet he’s here at precisely the moment I’m leaving. It’s eerie.

Tadashi’s eye brows would furrow a little concerned as he look down at her small figure,

Time for another perspective shift – this time with a bonus tense shift!

his lips slightly parted as they frowned fairly.

His what is doing what?

He cups (y/n)’s face gently, raising her head up as he wipes his thumbs against her cheeks.

Don’t you mean “he will be wiping his thumbs against your cheeks”?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought it would be nice surprise.

A nice surprise is picking someone up from work. A less-nice surprise is jumping them in a dark alleyway. That is how people get their asses Maced.

Aunt Cass asked me to bring you over for dinner, she’s the one who wanted to surprise you.

Good, I know who to send my cleaning bill to.

We know you don’t really celebrate with your mom and step dad, mostly because you don’t feel comfortable with him. So you know…” He started to trail off, unsure of what to say.

I have a stepfather?!? Does Dad know about this?

“No. It was really thoughtful of you guys, thank you.

I never liked these pants anyway.

I’m sorry I freaked out, we get a lot of well… I like to call them “Interesting Characters” in our alley way.

I think the politically correct term is “indigents”.

So I may have mistaken you for one of them. Heh, sorry about that.” You gave an awkward half laugh, as pull his hands away from your cheeks. Your awkward laugh was then followed by a moment of awkward silence. “So..”

Sorry I thought you were a homeless dude, but maybe this is a good time to discuss your personal hygiene issues.

“Right, we should get going so Aunt Cass doesn’t get worried.” He cleared his throat as he turned around, and started walking out to the side walk where his moped was parked.

… There’s a sidewalk in the alley? That sounds like something you’d find on a street or a road, not a narrow passageway behind a building.

He grab a helmet and held it out to her,

Her who? :looks around Void: Are you cheating on me, you bastard?!?

to which after he put his own on.

Bwa? 

“It’s been a while since we rode together hasn’t it?”

I don’t know, has it? I don’t really have a frame of reference here.

“Yeah, it’ll be a nice change from walking home.

I was going to walk home? I couldn’t even make it down the alley without having a panic attack, I would have been a weeping mess by the time I got to my house. However far away that might be. Presumably it isn’t too far, which means I probably live in a sketchy-ass neighborhood where it isn’t safe for a young woman to be walking at night.

Well not home because I’m going to your house, but pretty much the same thing since you live across from me.”

Did he know I was going to go over to his house? Because if I was on my way to his house and he was coming to surprise me and we somehow missed each other, like if I had gone out the front door instead, I would have been waiting at his house for him while he was still stuck in the nasty alley behind the restaurant.

You hop into his moped shortly after him, wrapping your arms firmly around his waist.

How did I hop into a moped? It’s a scooter; there’s nothing to hop in to.

You let out a small heavy breath though your nose,

A small breath and a heavy breath are two very different things. I may have just ruptured a lung.

relaxing your aching feet felt so satisfying after being on them on day.

That is a really good feeling, second only to taking your bra off after a long day.

You lay your head against the back of his shoulder, deciding to take a short nap before arriving.

:snorts:

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. In case you’re not familiar with a moped, Patrons, I went to the trouble of digging up a picture of one.

Not only would it be hella loud, but the shocks probably aren’t that good so the ride isn’t exactly going to be smooth. Even if I did manage to fall asleep, I wouldn’t remain asleep for long – once I fell off and the impact with the pavement would probably wake me up. Hopefully.

The person in the bitch-seat is also a bit higher up than the driver, but without knowing how much taller or shorter I am in comparison to Tadashi I can’t tell if it’s physically possible to lay my head on his shoulder. It probably wouldn’t be very comfortable for him, what with my helmet constantly bouncing off his shoulder.

You wake up at the sudden jerk of the mop stopping, as you lift your head up looking around. “Wow that was fast”

Was it? I was supposedly asleep the whole time so I shouldn’t be aware of a passage of time. Also, if the thing jerks that badly every time it stops, Tadashi must have run every red light and stop sign between the restaurant and his house.

“Of course you think that, you slept the whole way.” Tadashi said, with a teasing smiling as he point fun at her.

There’s that ‘her’ again ; who is this girl who keeps following us around?

Also – word choice; you are doing it wrong.

“Oh shut up nerd!” You said, a bit loud as you were embarrassed by his teasing smile.

Nerd-shaming someone for knowing an obscure bit of trivia? That doesn’t sound like me at all.

You cheeks turn a faint pink as you hop off the moped, removing your helmet and toss it to Tadashi. You walk up front door of the house,

I walked up the door? Am I Spider-Man?

as you were greeted by a bright smile and famous bear hug by Aunt Cass.

Aunt Cass may also be Spider-Man.

“Haha, hey Aunt Cass.

Why am I laughing? Did someone say something funny?

Sorry I haven’t been coming around, I’ve been really busy with work.” You said, returning the hug tightly.

I thought I was over at their house so much it was just like my house?

“Oh don’t worry about that dear! I’m just glad you won’t be spending your birthday alone! Come on in, I have your favorite meal ready.” She said, in that high spirit voice of hers.

She made me scrambled egg tacos with the eggs scrambled dry, extra-crispy bacon, and topped with extra-sharp cheddar and Ranch dressing?

As there was a bounce to her hug, pulling (y/n) into the house.

That should be ‘you’, not (y/n). The perspective shifts are getting thick on the ground.

She finally had let go to look down at her with an energetic smile.

NOT HER AGAIN! Where is she? :looks around: Imma cut a bitch!

“Oh Aunt Cass, you didn’t have to go though so much trouble for me. Thank you though, it means a lot to me.” You said, brushing some hair back as you smile.

Especially since you didn’t know exactly when I would be finished at work so you wouldn’t know when to have the meal ready.

“Non-sense!

Who is Non-sensei and how did they get their ‘i’ to flip like that?

I think of you as my own niece, with how long you and the boys have been friends.” She said, making her way up stairs to the dinning room and waving a hand around proudly.

:waves hand around:

I don’t think I’m doing this right. :smacks self in face: Owww!

You couldn’t help but giggle at Aunt Cass’s cheerfulness, as you follow her up the stairs with Tadashi falling shortly behind you. “So where’s Hiro? I haven’t seen his face in a while.”

So I’ve been over to their house so much I think of it as my home, yet I haven’t been there in a very long time, and I’m treated like family – yet I haven’t seen these people in a while.

Something seems off here. I could understand if they lived some distance away – Lyle lives two time zones away from me so it’s not like I can pop over after work for wine and a game of Fluxx – but these people live right across the street from this Sue version of me so I should bump into them on occasion.

“School tonight. He wanted to finish this project his been working on, which reminds me he has a present for you. Since he couldn’t be here he wanted us to make sure you got it.” Tadashi said, from behind as he made his way over to the table.

If the fact that Hiro is working on a school project reminded Tadashi that Hiro got me a present, then it would be natural to assume that Hiro made the present and it is somehow related to robotics. That’s also what happened in the last birthday-themed Reader fic this author wrote, so I might be getting another Baymax keychain.

“Ah, that’s too bad.” You said, with a mildly disappointed smile as you sat down at the table.

I’m probably disappointed that Hiro made me something instead of buying me an expensive gift.

“I’m sure he’ll try to hurry home once his done, so why don’t you stay a little afterwards. I’m sure Hiro would like to see you too.” Aunt Cass says, while carrying over a tray of food.

Does no one in this family own a cell phone?

“Sure, It’s been a while since I’ve been over anyways I would hate to just eat and leave.” You say, digging into the food the moment it was set down.

I’m either starving or very rude, because it is polite to wait until everyone is seated and served and, depending on how religious the family is, possibly until after grace has been said.

It felt like it had been weeks since you had a home cooked meal, and you missed Aunt Cass cooking.

Just don’t forget to baste her every twenty minutes or she’ll dry out.

Shortly after eating Aunt Cass leaves the table,

Proper punctuation prevents cannibalism, people.

only to come back a few minutes later with a cake and candles already lit.

WHAT KIND OF MONSTER LIGHTS THE CAKE ON FIRE? I’m not that old.

You break out into a wide smile as you laugh happily hearing Aunt Cass and Tadashi singing “Happy Birthday”. Mostly because they couldn’t sing very well at all, but they made the effort anyways.

I’m such a Judgey McJudgerson. Not everyone has an impeccable singing voice; it’s the thought that counts.

“Make a wish birthday girl.” Tadashi said.

A pony! No, Batman! A BATMAN PONY!

You roll your eyes slightly and smirk,

GONG!

Oww! Frickin’ hell, I didn’t really smirk! It was the Sue version of me.

Baaa.

Preemptive strike? Have you been playing Diplomacy with Crunchy again?

it’s been ages since you made a wish while blowing out the candles. It made you feel like you were ten again.

Given the wide range of ages attrachted by fanfics, and the fact that this fic has a kid-friendly rating, there’s a good possibility that someone in the prospective audience is ten.

You shut your eyes tightly and thought for a few minutes before blowing out the candles. “And this is the moment when Hiro would usual say.”

“So what did you wish for?” Tadashi replied with laughter.

“Well I can’t tell you, because then it won’t come true! Everyone knows that.” You said, with a snarkly comment as you laughed.

Was the snarkly comment better than that lame Dad joke I just made? Because I know I can do better than that.

Aunt Cass would cut a few pieces from the cake after removing the candles, before putting it away.

The tense shifts in this thing are all over the place.

“I have to go back down to the bakery to finish cleaning up, then I’ll be back and we can watch any movie you want.”

Oh, good! I can’t tell you how much I was looking forward to Netflix. Although if you have HBO, I wouldn’t mind marathoning a few seasons of Game of Thrones.

“Oh I’m sorry Aunt Cass you should have-” You said, only to be cut off by her.

“Eh! I don’t want to hear it Missy! I did this, because I wanted to. Now I will be right back after I finish closing up.” She said, smiling while walking over to (y/n), as she places a kiss on the side of her head and walks down stairs to the bakery.

She didn’t close up the café (The Lucky Cat Café is, as its name implies, a café and not a bakery) before coming upstairs? There could be customers wandering around in the empty restaurant, loudly complaining about how bad the service is – possibly with the lights off in the café, because people can be stupid sometimes.

“Heh, She sure told you.

She … did?

While we’re waiting for Aunt Cass, come with me really quick.” Tadashi says, getting up from his seat as he heads up the stair case.

You want me to come with you really quick? Is this my birthday gift?

:pats Tadashi on the shoulder:

Don’t worry, it happens to a lot of guys. It’s the thought that counts.

“Wait, why? I haven’t finished my cake yet!” You shout out to him, but sigh rolling your eyes as you see he made no attempt to stop walking.

I’m more concerned with my cake than with a potential romantic encounter with my presumably handsome boyfriend?

:thinks:

Yeah, that sounds about right.

You push away from the table as you get out of your seat following him.

Because otherwise I’d have to walk through the table and that could get awkward.

“What is it Hamada? This better be good, because you just pulled me away from a really good piece of cake.” You said, pouting like a child.

That must be some damn good cake.

“This is Hiro’s present. He wanted to make sure I didn’t give it to you in front of Aunt Cass.” Tadashi said, handing over to her a large bag stuffed with colorful tissue paper.

… Are we still hooking up? Because I’ve never been in a relationship where the other person’s younger sibling bought me sexy-times stuff. That would get weird.

You raise one eye brow suspiciously looking over at him, as you slowly reach out to take the bag form his hand. You nearly drop the bag, as it was a little more heavy then you were suspecting it to be.

I think I’m right to be suspicious. There’s still a good chance this could be sexy-times stuff.

“Whoa, heh sorry. I didn’t think it would be that heavy. What’s in this thing anyways.” You said, walking over to Hiro’s bed setting it down as you start pulling out the colorful tissue paper. You eyes widen as you look back at Tadashi then back inside the bag. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” You shouted, as you quickly pull out box and yank the tape off around it.

I WAS JOKING!

You flip the lid open to the box, reveling a brand new laptop.

Oh! Well, that’s a relief.

“This is the latest model, it just came out a few months ago!

I’m not really a tech-savvy person, but if it came out several months ago then it really isn’t the “latest” model. New stuff is being released all the time.

Where on earth did he get this kind of money?!” You said, amazed for a moment, then it dawn on you. “He bought me this with his fighting money didn’t it?” You said,

Or he stole it.

looking back at Tadashi with furrow brows a bit as your mouth was open slightly in awe.

I must be an alien. I don’t think a human face is meant to make these expressions.

“Yup, that’s why he didn’t want to give it to you in front of Aunt Cass. I was a little mad at first that he still had that money, but since he wanted to put it to good use I let it go.” Tadashi says, walking over to her as he stuffs his hands into his front pockets.

Wouldn’t Aunt Cass have a similar reaction? She knows that Hiro used to bot-fight, she bailed the boys out of jail at least once. Tadashi actually seems surprised that Hiro kept his winnings. He won the money, so he has to do something with it. It’s not as if he’s going to give up bot-fighting and then stuff all his winnings down the garbage disposal. And it’s not like he can return the money to the people he won it from.

“Fair enough, I shall support his cause.” You said, nodding your head then laughing shortly to yourself.

Mostly because it means I get a free computer.

  “Wow I can’t believe that guy, he truly is the best little brother.” You brought the corner of your lips up into a smirk, as you turn to face Tadashi.

GONG!

:Ghostie is knocked out of her chair and onto the floor:

Dammit! :sits up: It’s the fic, gong the fic!

Baa.

I DON’T CARE IF IT’S A REFLEX!

“So, what did you get me for my birthday Mr. Hamada?” You said, teasing him as you held your hands behind your back.

Did my new laptop just vanish? I was looking at it, presumably with my hands in front of me since I just unwrapped it, but now my hands are behind me. The laptop either vanished or I just dropped it on the floor.

Also – wow. I am really greedy, aren’t I?

“Well it’s not as cool or as expensive as my brother’s, but you might like it. At least I hope so, I put a lot of thought into it.”

…You put a bow on your penis, didn’t you?

“Ah I see.. So you’re going cheap for my present this year.” You said, nodding as if you weren’t surprised.

“Hey!” Tadashi said, sounding offended. “Well maybe I shouldn’t give anything to you then.”

That’s fine, it just means I can get back to my cake faster.

“I’m just kidding, jeez. Really, what did you get me?” You said, laughing amused.

You must prove your love for me with material goods!

“Close your eyes.” He said.

“Tadashi” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Close your eyes” He said, firmly some while walking away slowly.

This could either go really good, or really bad.

You sigh as you roll your eyes giving in, you follow his orders. “I’m waiting” It felt like a few minutes had gone by already, as you cross your arms and sigh. “Tadashi?-” The moment you open your mouth, you felt him putting something in your hair. You stood quiet and still, waiting for him to finish.

Well, this is getting weird.

Once you heard a small click and felt he was done, you were slowly were about to open your eyes.

Was I going to open my eyes slowly, or was I slowly preparing myself to start the process of opening my eyes?

When suddenly you felt something warm pressed against your lips gently.

Is it cake?

You were taken back slightly at first as you jump back a bit, you felt his hands grip both shoulders pulling you closer to him. It was only a short kiss, seem like it went on for minutes.

If I try to pull away from him and he grabs me so that he can keep lip-pressing me, then that’s technically a form of assault.

You felt this strange pleasant feeling through your body, as you slowly felt yourself melting into his kiss.

It’s not a kiss, it’s a lip-press.

You kiss him back pressing your lips against his gently.

A reciprocal lip-press.

He pulled away very slowly, almost as if he was scared by what you might say. You felt like your cheeks were hot, and all you could do was look up at him breathless in that moment.

Did I forget to breathe through my nose while we were lip-pressing?

“Happy Birthday… (Y/n)” He said, nervous and slowly with a small shake in his voice.

Do I need to leave you alone for a few minutes to … collect yourself?

His cheeks were painted a dark red, all the way to the tips of his ears.

Shinobi-san! What did I tell you? No painting the fic characters!

“I remember you saying a while back ago, that you wished you had more girly things but you felt like they didn’t suit you.

I’m confused. Do I just want girly things for the pleasure of owning them? Because if I don’t think they suit me, then I probably would never use them.

That’s actually close to how I really am. I like many so-called “girly things”, like Mori Kei fashion, on an aesthetic level, but I would never go out and buy a bunch of lacy A-line dresses or appliqued cardigans because I’d never wear them and it would be a waste of money.

When I went out shopping with Hiro for your present, I saw this and I couldn’t help but think… it really suited you.” He cleared his voice some.

Awww! That’s so sweet! Misguided, but sweet.

“And that kiss was to remind you that you’re still a girl. I see you as, and always have seen you as a girl.”

I don’t really need you to validate my gender, asshat.

You were sure your cheeks must have been bright red, because they felt like it they were burning.

That last comment must have really pissed me off.

You bought up one of your hands, slowly and carefully searching for the clip he placed in your hair. Your fingers slowly stumble upon a small bow, from what you could feel.

He got me a hair bow for my birthday. Am I even the kind of person who would wear a hair bow on a regular basis? Is my hair long enough for one?  And was I working at a restaurant without my hair being pulled back or something covering my hair? I don’t remember there being any mention of me taking it off so he would have free access to my hair. I’m fairly certain that’s a health code violation.

“Tadashi um.. I” You felt like your were a lost for words of what to say.

And my grammar’s really taking a nosedive, too.

Of course you always liked Tadashi, but you felt maybe he would go for someone more like Honey Lemon. Someone girly and bright, the complete opposite of your tomboyish self. “A-Are you sure? I mean, wouldn’t you prefer someone like Honey Lemon…” You said, with-drawing your hand to from hair to your side as you look down a bit.

Is that why I like girly things, because I think Tadashi is attracted to feminine girls?

Oh, honey; don’t ever try to force yourself to become something you aren’t just so someone will like you. That never works out.

“No.. Since we’re kids, I have always liked you.” Tadashi said, looking down her with a gentle smile, as he grab her chin gently and bought her face up.

I must be having an out-of-body experience.

“So what do you say (y/n), do you think you’d be willing to celebrate your birthday with me next year? And Maybe.. Our one year Anniversary?” He asked, nervously as he smiled bashfully with red cheeks.

I kind of got the vibe that we were already dating, but I guess I was wrong.

You give him a firm nod, as you smiled widely leaning up on your toes to kiss him.

I’m leaning … up? How am I doing that?

You feel his arms closing around your waist, and drawing you to him.

Tadashi’s probably freaked out by that leaning up thing.

“Happy Birthday, baby girl.” Tadashi mumbled against her lips, as he gave her another gently short kiss.

I don’t think either of us is very familiar with this kissing thing.

That’s it for this riff, dear Patrons! It was rambling and pointless, but at least it was short.

 

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86 Comments on “1507: Happy Birthday TadashixReader – Oneshot”

  1. AdmiralSakai says:

    ChibiRaeRae

    You know, I’ve never wanted to strangle an author featured here simply because of their username before.

    There’s a first time for everything, I guess.

  2. AdmiralSakai says:

    You set the bin on the table and started clearing the dishes away into the bin before wiping off the table.

    Oh, goodie gumdrops, tense shifts.

  3. AdmiralSakai says:

    “Hey, hey (y/n) calm down! It’s okay, calm down, look at me!” He said, griping her shoulders

    “Stupid shoulders with their stupid scapula and stupid joints…”

  4. AdmiralSakai says:

    the dinning room

    Oh, shit, and I left my earplugs at work, too.

  5. BatJamags says:

    Happy Birthday TadashixReader

    THE ADVENTURES OF WHIRLYBAT VON FLUBBERTYBUBBLE CONTINUE!

    • BatJamags says:

      you hear one of your co-workers calling out to you. “Whirlybat, We need someone to bus table 4!”

      Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Do not fear, citizen! I’ll get that table onto a bus!

      Jeremy: That’s not what-

      Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble away!

      • BatJamags says:

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Get on the bus, table! Next stop: ADVENTURE!

      • BatJamags says:

        As you carry the bin of dishes over your shoulder and back to your previous station, you glance over at the clock again.

        Why am I carrying the bin on my shoulder? As well as being really heavy, a bus tub would contain a hellish bouillabaisse of discarded food and spilled drink that you don’t want anywhere near your face.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: BEHOLD my spectacular feat of STRENGTH!

      • BatJamags says:

        “Looks like its quilting time!

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: I shall wear my quilt as a cape!

      • BatJamags says:

        After finishing off the rest of the dishes, you give a short bow to some of your co-workers on the way to the changing room.

        Co-Workers: Thank you for saving the day again, Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble!

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: All in a day’s work, citizens!

      • BatJamags says:

        “Here I come Netflix, get ready because it’s me and you til one in the morning.” You thought to yourself, as you kept a smile plastered on your face while changing.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: I shall vanquish the evil forces of Netflix if it takes me all night!

      • BatJamags says:

        You let out a loud scream, as your body jolts up you feel the adrenaline pumping through your blood.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Lies! Slander! Baseless accusations!

        You let out a loud scream manly battle-cry vaguely-gender-ambiguous-but-possibly-womanly battle cry, as your body jolts up you feel the adrenaline pumping through your blood.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Much better!

      • BatJamags says:

        You struggle to pull yourself away from the large hands that had a powerful grip on your shoulders. “AAAH! HELP! SOME ONE HELP!” You could feel yourself starting to cry, you were so startled and scared it was one of “those people”.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: My god, I’ve been assaulted by… by…

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: A FANFIC WRITER!

      • BatJamags says:

        “Hey, hey (y/n) calm down! It’s okay, calm down, look at me!” He said, griping her shoulders tighter as he forces her to turn around and face him. “It’s Okay, it’s Tadashi.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Ah, so I’m female.

        See, this is why I shove you into the reader fics. It spares me the spontaneous gender-shifts.

      • GhostCat says:

        Welcome, sister! :glomps Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble:

      • BatJamags says:

        Tadashi’s eye brows would furrow a little concerned as he look down at her small figure,

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: I feel as if I’ve just had an out-of-body experience.

      • BatJamags says:

        How did I hop into a moped? It’s a scooter; there’s nothing to hop in to.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: I’m part-octupus. I can fit in the glove compartment.

      • BatJamags says:

        “Of course you think that, you slept the whole way.” Tadashi said, with a teasing smiling as he point fun at her.

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Hey, watch where you point that fun! You could hurt somebody.

      • BatJamags says:

        You cheeks turn a faint pink as you hop off the moped, removing your helmet and toss it to Tadashi.

        *Tackles Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble and slaps (her) in the face*

        NO! BLUSHING!

        *Gets kicked through the window*

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: I can’t control this stuff!

        Could you maybe control not kicking me through a fucking window?

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Uh… Sorry!

      • BatJamags says:

        Shortly after eating Aunt Cass

        *Glares at Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble*

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Aside from being the romantic interest of a queen, part-octopus, an ADVENTURER, the world’s most melodramatic dishwasher, and utterly paranoid, I am also a zombie.

      • GhostCat says:

        Either a zombie or a cannibal.

      • BatJamags says:

        “And that kiss was to remind you that you’re still a girl. I see you as, and always have seen you as a girl.”

        Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble: Actually, in fics where (y/n) is assumed to be male, I’m a boy, and in fics where (y/n) is assumed to be a pumpkin, I’m a squash. When I’m off-duty, I’m vaguely gender-and-species-ambiguous.

    • GhostCat says:

      I’ve missed Whirlybat von Flubbertybubble.

    • Cain: Wait, you’re part octopus? Don’t tell Garfield, okay?

  6. BatJamags says:

    And who is Jeremy?

    Monster truck.

  7. BatJamags says:

    Sweet mercy, people waste so much food. And I’m fairly certain that Ranch dressing is really an inorganic polymer specially designed to resist dissolving in dishwater.

    Drat, they’ve discovered my plan!

  8. BatJamags says:

    You smiled a bit wide to yourself raising one corner of your lip higher, causing it look more like a smirk.

    Author… That’s called a smirk. Just say “You smirked.” Or better yet, don’t.

  9. AdmiralSakai says:

    “And that kiss was to remind you that you’re still a girl. I see you as, and always have seen you as a girl.”

    That’s rather unfortunate, as I’m farily certain that I’m male.

    Go back to Tumblr where you belong!

  10. BatJamags says:

    That and you would get a lot of “interesting characters”, as you like to call it that slept there.

    I highly doubt we’re going to see any of those in this fic.

  11. BatJamags says:

    “Dam it Tadashi!

  12. BatJamags says:

    to which after he put his own on.

    But has anyone gone so far as to-

    Fuck it, that thing Sakai always says.

  13. BatJamags says:

    “It’s been a while since we rode together hasn’t it?”

    Bow chicka bow wow.

  14. BatJamags says:

    You wake up at the sudden jerk of the mop stopping,

    The… mop?

  15. BatJamags says:

    as you were greeted by a bright smile and famous bear hug by Aunt Cass.

    Aunt Cass may also be Spider-Man.

    No, silly, she’s a bear! Weren’t you paying attention?

  16. BatJamags says:

    Who is Non-sensei and how did they get their ‘i’ to flip like that?

    Well, I mean, technically most of the people in the Library other than Ishi are non-senseis. Not sure about the “i,” though.

    • GhostCat says:

      “Sensei” translates literally as “person born before another” but in general usage it means “master” or “teacher” and is used as a title of respect for teachers, authors, artists, and professionals such as lawyers, CPAs, doctors, politicians, clergymen, or other figures of authority, so it is possible there’s a lot of sensei wandering around somewhere in here.

  17. BatJamags says:

    dinning room

    So a room for making loud noises?

  18. BatJamags says:

    A pony! No, Batman! A BATMAN PONY!

    Hmm… Batman has had dogs, cats, bats, and even an ape as a pet, and there’s a Superhorse, but no Bathorse. A shame.

  19. BatJamags says:

    Aunt Cass would cut a few pieces from the cake after removing the candles, before putting it away.

    Third-person hypothetical? Really?

  20. BatJamags says:

    I’m more concerned with my cake than with a potential romantic encounter with my presumably handsome boyfriend?

    :thinks:

    Yeah, that sounds about right.

    I mean, there’s no reason you/I/Whirlybat can’t finish the cake first and then get to the potential romantic encounter. I really don’t see what this guy’s hurry is.

  21. BatJamags says:

    “He bought me this with his fighting money didn’t it?”

    *

    *SLAP!*

    Pronouns, author.

  22. TacoMagic says:

    hellish bouillabaisse

    SHE USED THE WORD!

  23. TacoMagic says:

    You need to stop rolling your eyes so much, Ghostie, they’re gonna fall out of your head at this rate.

  24. "Lyle" says:

    I never thought I would have to work on my Birthday, but here I am.”

    Welcome to being an adult, buttercup. The only reason I got my birthday off this year was that it fell on my normal day off.

  25. "Lyle" says:

    As you carry the bin of dishes over your shoulder and back to your previous station, you glance over at the clock again.

    Someone wasn’t paying attention during the orientation video on safe lifting practices.

  26. "Lyle" says:

    So it would appear that I am some sort of dishwasher/busperson, which is something I have experience with thanks to a job I had at a Chinese buffet in high school.

    :shudders:

    Sweet mercy, people waste so much food. And I’m fairly certain that Ranch dressing is really an inorganic polymer specially designed to resist dissolving in dishwater.

    Why was there ranch dressing at the Chinese buffet?!

  27. "Lyle" says:

    As you slung your bag over your shoulder and your brace yourself, at full speed you charge out of the alley way

    I’d like to point out that most employers who might be aware of dangers to their staff would allow their staff a safe exit from the building. ie: You’d be allowed to go out the front door. Or the burly pastry chef would accompany you through the alleyway to ensure your safety. Plus they would have probably called cops to oust the squatters by now if there were any in the alleyway. This entire scenario just doesn’t make sense.

  28. "Lyle" says:

    Lyle lives two time zones away from me so it’s not like I can pop over after work for wine and a game of Fluxx

    I’ve been shuffling the deck for almost a year, and the wine is starting to turn to vinegar. It takes a long time to walk here from Ghostie’s neck of the woods.

  29. "Lyle" says:

    A reciprocal lip-press.

    Sounds like an exercise you need to stretch for before attempting.

  30. "Lyle" says:

    “So what do you say (y/n), do you think you’d be willing to celebrate your birthday with me next year? And Maybe.. Our one year Anniversary?” He asked, nervously as he smiled bashfully with red cheeks.

    You know… as crappy as this fic is, this line makes me kind of sad. If Hiro is winning bot-fights and is at the university working on his special project, Tadashi has less than a year left to live. They’ll never get to that one year anniversary.

    *goes off to find a tissue*


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