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always thinkin bout u…
a distant summer memory
more hot summers
y'all... lmk... if u fw dilf tadashi...

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san fransokyo comic con with tadashi 😛😛
Just two nerds holding hands while walking around the vendors hall
Drive-in movie date with Tadashi…
Ok that’s the thought for rn
🦭🍀
omggg im just thinking of an awkward 19-year-old tadashi taking you out in his aunt’s little car 😭😭
he tries to be all cool and suave with it but he’s just…not
he tries to do the thing where you stretch up and put your arm over the other person but he keeps chickening out so you just see him constantly stretching his arms, so you’re like… ‘are you okay? 😟’
but you catch on eventually and you have to tell him directly that it’s okay to put his arm around u 😭😭😭
you watch the movie and he watches you and your reactions, sweet little glances he hopes go unnoticed (they don’t go unnoticed. they are very noticed.)
and then dinner afterward at a diner-style place where you get takeout and eat in the back of his aunt’s truck, just laughing and discussing the movie…
the whole night he’s thinking about kissing you goodbye and when he does it its so clumsy and sweet 😭😭😭😭😭
Another one cause I forgor ehhehe
Tadashi would have those like leather journals (look up travel journals for me on tiktok and you’ll see my idea 🤭🤭)
like a pocket size one that can fit his planner and random notes for his next robotic invention or random math equations that he could go over,,
and another one maybe that’s bigger just to write about his day and his thoughts and also small blue prints
🦭🍀
junk journaling with tadashi!!!!!!
going to craft stores with him.... i love
i crochet, so like im just thinking about tadashi journaling while his s/o crochets with their legs in his lap..... hiro walks in and sees them, calls his brother an old man and leaves
Hiii more short thoughts :]
Tadashi having a crush on you is soooo dkshjshdbsjgdjsvjsgdd
Ok ok I imagine his camera roll being full of basic uni stuff, friend outings, hiro doing something silly, mochi, or something that aunt Cass made,,, then there’s you..
Mostly moments where you’re off guard and not realizing he’s taking photos
He has one photo where it’s the both of you with a sunset behind you both. It was one of those random days where the weather was really nice and it was just the both of you
No doubt would be one of his favorite that he set as his lock screen. (Lowkey this would be the point where everyone asks if you’re dating ☠️☠️)
His heart just beats for you more whenever you’re really close to him and tries not to melt too much
(Also it’s so hard to not kiss him and scare him away fldhsmshbsjshsjs)
More thoughts might be randomly coming (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))
🦭🍀
Yes oml I live
I hc that tadashi would be into photography!! i like to think that his dad used to be really into it and took him on trips and stuff to take photos together. has his dads camera in his room somewhere and uses it on ocassion
his insta is pretty empty, but like his insta is barren for 3 months and his next story is the most godly pic of the ocean/sunset.
he'd be so good at taking candids.... he'll probably have a photo of his s/o during golden hour in the sun with their hair glowing and he loves it sm...
pre-relationship is really sweet too!!! has a whole myriad of photos dedicated to his crush :(( would sometimes send it to them if they needed a cute new pfp or post :(((( i miss him so much
short thoughts :p
Quality time with tadashi is actually an addictive drug….
Like pre relationship hanging out and getting closer with each other is so like UGHHH
Both making subtle moves and idiots for not realizing the feelings they have for each other.
The moment for a confession both speaking at the same time and fighting over on who to go first. (Obviously Tadashi makes you go first)
AHHHHHHH
see this is what I MEAN by 'tadashi is the brother with the friends to lovers, sweet will they won't they relationship'!!!!
like bonding over something nerdy and slowly building on that to subtle questions of like "sooooooo..... if u had to date someone..." AND ITS SO CUTE AND AWKWARD AND UGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHTHJRJFJGJRJBJ
can i just say that i love the idea of the nerd gang getting the both of you together???? like it's a continuous joint effort from all of them to try and get you both to realize your feelings and it's so stupid because you're both trying to deny you like each other
like you're all at a lunch table or out together and honey/fred/whoever just throws out a "what's your type" at you and subconciously u go "oh... tall,,, probably dark haired with brown eyes? considerate.... protective... and i would love if they were intelligent and nerdy like me!!!' and cue tadashi perking up and paying attention EEEEEELVJOIR;EJKN,FJLK VIRNFILNR
ykw?? I think.... tadashi's love language.... IS ALL OF THEM!!!! he's a multilingual bitch in english, japanese, and all the love languages!!!
he likes using words of affirmation esp if you're mentally blocked on an assignment or if you're blocked in general. compliments everywhere!! you did something with your hair? you tried something new with your outfit? you did your makeup all fancy? HE LOVES!! and he will make it known with words for sure. i feel like his 'i love yous' would always be playful/
physical touch!!! i reblogged a post recently about him fixing his s/o's hair without even realizing cause he does it so much with hiro and i couldn't agree more. i also think that he's a touchy person (if people consent!!) hugs, hi-fives, fist bumps, pats on backs!!! oh my god in the early stages of the relationship he'd totally try to hold your hand by inching closer with his pinky finger. or fidgeting with your sleeve!
giving/receiving gifts: from the christmas bh6 series ep we know for a fact that tadashi plans gifts ahead of time, like months before, so for anniversaries and birthdays he's never forgetting them!! probably a byproduct of living in a closely knit household... i love to think that when he's out with hiro they'll pass shops and antique/thrift stores, and tadashi always ends up with a gift for someone whether it be his s/o or his friends.. if he had the budget that day lol
you mentioned quality time? ofc he shows love in quality time!! time is a rare resource for SFIT students so he has to divide it wisely among his family, friends, hobbies, and ofc his s/o!! so i like to think that he incorporates his hobbies/things he loves doing in the time he spends with the other people in his life!! i've mentioned that he loves doing LEGO dates with his s/o, and other stuff includes watching karate movies together, journaling/arts and crafts, guitar (lets be real i think he knows the acoustic guitar, hiro probably prefers the electric hihi), BAKING DATES!! will i write a fic about all these dates? perrrrrrchannnnceeeee... maybe i could do it for my follower milestone? i reached 52 and im so proud and grateful for it so lmk!
and finally.... acts... of... service.... domesticity with tadashi. omygooodddd... i love. i love! opens doors, carries bags, tutors you if you ask, carries out errands for you, he's such a sweetheart and you feel guilty abt it but he constantly reassures you that he loves doing these things for you :(((( totally the friend his other friends call if they need to move a couch. he's a gentleman because his mom dad and aunt cass raised him with VALUES!!! even for people who are not his s/o!!
i loved this thank you nonnieeee!!!

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TADASHI HAMADA: Doctor's Visit !
summary: tadashi desperately tries to fulfill a fantasy of yours. does it go well? Uh... perchance?
a/n: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY PERCHANCE!! but anyway.... this is smut writing practice for me but... is there any smut? who knows? guess you'll have to read and find out 🤭. based on these headcanons
contents & warnings: MDNI (suggestive), established relationship (u guys are married...), gn!reader (fair warning tho u wear a dress AND a manicure) with no phys. desc, no race, no borax, no glue..... reader is you!!! doctor!tadashi (MEOWWW), husband!tadashi, roleplay, schrödinger's smut.... there could be smut......talks of sex (duh), fluff.
wc: 1286
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: 'Get You' by Daniel Caesar ft. Kali Uchis 𑣲
I was wondering if you could do a Tadashi x reader were he brings you over to meet Hiro and aunt Cass
TADASHI HAMADA: Meet the Hamadas ! (PART 1)
summary: meeting tadashi's family doesn't go as bad as you expect.
a/n: skzlover143 i love u so much. this is one of the rqs i've been subconciously waiting for someone to send BC THE IDEA IS SO CUTE AHHHHHH. I hope I was able to properly convey a yearning!tadashi cause.... this got away from me so I'm going to be cutting it in half. im so sorry....
contents & warnings: best friends to lovers, fake dating trope, the hamadas being the cutie patooties they are, hiro hamada and cass hamada, tadashi pouting (ughghghg i hate him), tadashi wearing glasses GRAHHHH, mentions of mr. and mrs. hamada....the layout of the hamada household is kinda hard to pin down tbh so don't come at me.... you know the drill— reader is a blank slate with no name, phys. desc (okay you're short enough to lean your head on tadashi's shoulder but just IMAGINE that he's taller than u IM SO SORRY), canon race— READER. IS. YOUUUUUU. mochi. fluff! fluffy fluffy fluff
wc: 5559
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: 'Rearrange My World' by Daniel Ceasar & Rex Orange County 𑣲
The sea foam, pastel-colored, chibi cat-adorned cafe in front of you...
... is the scariest thing you've ever laid your eyes on.
tadashi’s first date with you is super cute cause he invites you to a picnic in a park… the unconventional thing about it is that you’re building a LEGO set together.
the set is big and really time consuming but tadashi’s entertaining enough to never have you bored during your time with him. but you don’t finish it on the first date, so you schedule another picnic.
you find out later that he chose to build a long, time consuming lego set with you to guarantee a second date. i hate him so muchsbisnskwa
TADASHI HAMADA: Burning the midnight oil... with someone else ?
summary: at midnight, you go on a walk with tadashi, and he introduces you to baymax. in turn, baymax introduces tadashi's feelings to you.
a/n: anon darling i really hope you don't mind me changing the request up a little,,, the main gist is still there, of course, but instead of laying they're walking around :DD. BUT AHHH THIS REQUEST PLANTED A BRAIN WORM IN MY HEAD... i hope the fic (and song choice!) do it justice. do you guys like the songs assigned to my fics? lmk! my past fics have had reader as the simp but i think that it's tadashi's turn hehehe >:))
contents & warnings: chem student! reader, i haven't taken chemistry since 10th grade (i went through the ib and i ditched it for theatre lmao, sorry if the chem/robotics stuff is inaccurate), simp/loverboy tadashi!!!!! he's awkward in this one. a lil angst in the beginning but FLUFF! SO MUCH FLUFF! ALSO BAYMAX! i luv that robot. no use of y/n, gn! reader, no physical desc. of reader, it's YOU !! friends to loversssssssssss
wc: 4024 (guess who got carried away)
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: 'Lover's Rock' by TV Girl 𑣲
tadashi is the ultimate loverboy pass it on…

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Ouuh Baseball player!Tadashi
Feed whatever thought you have of this pls 😳😳😳
TADASHI HAMADA: Out Of Right Field !
summary: tadashi hamada, jersey number 6, the famed right fielder for the san fransokyo ninjas... lacks media training.
a/n: my kenji sato days are calling me... omg tadashi looks super hot in his dead wife video sequence (gif). i feel like this is bad. idk if im satisfied with it. maybe it needs a prt 2 but idk if you guys will like it, so...
contents & warnings: investigative journalist!reader , baseball! player tadashi, again my baseball phase was SOOOO long ago and if i get something wrong then yolo. mentions of body bags/dead people. idk/idr how real sports press conferences work... i think. take a shot every time i say "san fransokyo". gn!reader, no use of y/n. established relationship bc i can't help myself.
wc: 1151
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: 'lowkey' by NIKI 𑣲
The San Fransokyo Tribune, for all of its extensive, prestigious history— had always been understaffed.
And you were beginning to think you were getting a little too good at your job.
You cursed your instinct to please everyone, that little voice in the back of your head that seemed to say "yes" eternally. It always seemed to be pushed to the forefront whenever your workplace demanded something of you. That childish, annoying urge to always go for extra credit.
So, that's how you, an investigative journalist who hadn't touched a single baseball since 12th grade P.E class, had gotten assigned to cover media day for the San Fransokyo Ninjas.
You found sports press conferences to be severely overstimulating. This was definitely made worse by your phone ringing with endless notifications, angering you just enough to shove it into your purse more aggressively than needed. You sigh, adjusting your collar for the 60th time since you've entered the stuffy room filled with bright-eyed, eager reporters raring to get a look at the state's most prized possessions on the field. You were a little more concerned with what you were going to have for dinner tonight, but, alas, professionalism calls. You swore you had seen someone faint as soon as you took a seat inside the colosseum of a press conference room.
The publicist for the elusive sports team flit back and forth from telling off reporters to adjusting name plates. Before the poor woman could say anything else, around 7 tall, fit-looking men came out of the woodwork, eliciting questions being immediately shot at them from all areas like rabbits during hunting season. Cameras took aim, flashing their lights in successive clicks.
"How is the team dealing with the absence of your last manager—?"
"The momentum shift during your last inning was insane! Could you walk us through—"
"ARE ANY OF YOU MARRIED?!?!"
You watched with great pity as the team's long suffering publicist tried to gain control of the room, the players watching her with great concern and appreciation. Eventually, the symphony of inquiries had died down into a hush of low murmurs.
You weren't among those who had immediately jumped at the chance to ask questions as soon as the players came out and spread among the panel. You were used to being around important people— morbidly, they were usually being carried away in a body bag, but, hey, you weren't any stranger to living baseball players, either.
Speaking of which... all the players were paying some degree of attention to the questions asked. Mostly, the team's captain, Hiroto Watanabe, was the main spokesperson for all questions aimed at the team as a whole. You noticed that each of the players fell into an archetype of some sort. You couldn't remember what their names were, so you resorted to calling them by how you saw them. Let's see, there was Hiroto, then, there was Happy, Cocky, Lazy, Nervous, and... Tadashi.
His name, you could remember with an intimate familiarity. He was one of the more unique members of the SFN. A right fielder who had only recently been signed, he was on the younger side of the team, being 21. Admired by many for his hard work on the field, and his efforts in his academics as a robotics student at the renowned San Fransokyo Institute of Technology.
SFN fans were overjoyed to see new life being breathed into the team with his addition. It was refreshing to see an erudite character on the athletic stage, with numerous people being charmed by every move he seemed to make, on and off the field. He even managed to become popular outside of the baseball world.
His kind, intelligent, family oriented, attentive persona garnered a lot of female fans... along with the obvious truth of his handsome face and body. A truth you, admittedly, had to agree with. If you had a penny for every fan edit you've seen of his arms, you'd have around 1000 pennies. Which is... a lot, and very weird that you've seen 1000 edits of just his arms. (And kind of weird that you've saved all of them as a collection on your TikTok account. But we're not going to unpack that right now.)
Strangely, for how 'attentive' he seemed to be, the press conference looked to be at the back of his mind. His brown eyes were fixed downward at what you presumed to be a phone, only flitting up whenever his name was called to answer a question. His large hands shifted every few seconds, probably in typing a message into his phone. The bill of his cap hid his eyes, but you tried to ignore the feeling of being paid attention to.
You kicked at your bag.
Shaking your head, you glanced again at the list of questions your colleague had given you to ask, rising up when Ms. Long-Suffering Publicist called for the San Fransokyo Tribune to present their questions.
Tadashi's head seemed to snap to attention, having you bite back a laugh.
You went through the standard fare, asking players about stats, progress, and all the little intricacies of the sport that you weren't very familiar with. Without the familiarity usually present in your interviews, you sounded a little chaotic. Everything was somewhat unfamiliar, but, the interview portion was going just as you'd expect. You couldn't wait for this to be over with. Soon, you could go home, maybe relax with—
"And may I ask a question to you, reporter?"
This... definitely wasn't standard. You froze, a perplexed smile gracing your lips.
"I'm sorry...?" "Chicken or beef?"
After a minuscule moment of silence, laughter and snickers broke out among the players, while the reporters murmured amongst themselves in bewilderment.
Tadashi smirked, putting his elbows on the table in front of him. "Sweetheart, I told you, I'm making dinner tonight. So, what's it gonna be? Chicken or beef? You weren’t answering my texts.”
Your cheeks burned as reporters had begun to furiously rip at their notepads with lightning-fast pens. You sigh, a defeated grin plastering itself across your face. Your eyes met Tadashi's, who seemed to mirror your grin with a lopsided smirk of his own, eyebrows raising slightly to urge you to go on. You hate how your heart picks up at the sight of something so simple.
"...beef. Our fire alarm went off the last time you made fried chicken." Mrs. Long-Suffering Publicist could only watch helplessly as the initial uproar at the beginning of the conference started up again. You made a mental note to send her a gift basket after this whole ordeal sorted itself out.
Your car door shut after escaping the horde of story-hungry reporters. You put your head in your hands, squealing into your palms. After a while, you hastily pulled out your phone.
To: 'Dashi ⚾️🧢🤓☝️
You need some serious media training, Hamada.
From: 'Dashi ⚾️🧢🤓☝️
You're no fun :((
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Ouuh Baseball player!Tadashi
Feed whatever thought you have of this pls 😳😳😳
TADASHI HAMADA: Out Of Right Field !
summary: tadashi hamada, jersey number 6, the famed right fielder for the san fransokyo ninjas... lacks media training.
a/n: my kenji sato days are calling me... omg tadashi looks super hot in his dead wife video sequence (gif). i feel like this is bad. idk if im satisfied with it. maybe it needs a prt 2 but idk if you guys will like it, so...
contents & warnings: investigative journalist!reader , baseball! player tadashi, again my baseball phase was SOOOO long ago and if i get something wrong then yolo. mentions of body bags/dead people. idk/idr how real sports press conferences work... i think. take a shot every time i say "san fransokyo". gn!reader, no use of y/n. established relationship bc i can't help myself.
wc: 1151
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: 'lowkey' by NIKI 𑣲
The San Fransokyo Tribune, for all of its extensive, prestigious history— had always been understaffed.
And you were beginning to think you were getting a little too good at your job.
You cursed your instinct to please everyone, that little voice in the back of your head that seemed to say "yes" eternally. It always seemed to be pushed to the forefront whenever your workplace demanded something of you. That childish, annoying urge to always go for extra credit.
So, that's how you, an investigative journalist who hadn't touched a single baseball since 12th grade P.E class, had gotten assigned to cover media day for the San Fransokyo Ninjas.
You found sports press conferences to be severely overstimulating. This was definitely made worse by your phone ringing with endless notifications, angering you just enough to shove it into your purse more aggressively than needed. You sigh, adjusting your collar for the 60th time since you've entered the stuffy room filled with bright-eyed, eager reporters raring to get a look at the state's most prized possessions on the field. You were a little more concerned with what you were going to have for dinner tonight, but, alas, professionalism calls. You swore you had seen someone faint as soon as you took a seat inside the colosseum of a press conference room.
The publicist for the elusive sports team flit back and forth from telling off reporters to adjusting name plates. Before the poor woman could say anything else, around 7 tall, fit-looking men came out of the woodwork, eliciting questions being immediately shot at them from all areas like rabbits during hunting season. Cameras took aim, flashing their lights in successive clicks.
"How is the team dealing with the absence of your last manager—?"
"The momentum shift during your last inning was insane! Could you walk us through—"
"ARE ANY OF YOU MARRIED?!?!"
You watched with great pity as the team's long suffering publicist tried to gain control of the room, the players watching her with great concern and appreciation. Eventually, the symphony of inquiries had died down into a hush of low murmurs.
You weren't among those who had immediately jumped at the chance to ask questions as soon as the players came out and spread among the panel. You were used to being around important people— morbidly, they were usually being carried away in a body bag, but, hey, you weren't any stranger to living baseball players, either.
Speaking of which... all the players were paying some degree of attention to the questions asked. Mostly, the team's captain, Hiroto Watanabe, was the main spokesperson for all questions aimed at the team as a whole. You noticed that each of the players fell into an archetype of some sort. You couldn't remember what their names were, so you resorted to calling them by how you saw them. Let's see, there was Hiroto, then, there was Happy, Cocky, Lazy, Nervous, and... Tadashi.
His name, you could remember with an intimate familiarity. He was one of the more unique members of the SFN. A right fielder who had only recently been signed, he was on the younger side of the team, being 21. Admired by many for his hard work on the field, and his efforts in his academics as a robotics student at the renowned San Fransokyo Institute of Technology.
SFN fans were overjoyed to see new life being breathed into the team with his addition. It was refreshing to see an erudite character on the athletic stage, with numerous people being charmed by every move he seemed to make, on and off the field. He even managed to become popular outside of the baseball world.
His kind, intelligent, family oriented, attentive persona garnered a lot of female fans... along with the obvious truth of his handsome face and body. A truth you, admittedly, had to agree with. If you had a penny for every fan edit you've seen of his arms, you'd have around 1000 pennies. Which is... a lot, and very weird that you've seen 1000 edits of just his arms. (And kind of weird that you've saved all of them as a collection on your TikTok account. But we're not going to unpack that right now.)
Strangely, for how 'attentive' he seemed to be, the press conference looked to be at the back of his mind. His brown eyes were fixed downward at what you presumed to be a phone, only flitting up whenever his name was called to answer a question. His large hands shifted every few seconds, probably in typing a message into his phone. The bill of his cap hid his eyes, but you tried to ignore the feeling of being paid attention to.
You kicked at your bag.
Shaking your head, you glanced again at the list of questions your colleague had given you to ask, rising up when Ms. Long-Suffering Publicist called for the San Fransokyo Tribune to present their questions.
Tadashi's head seemed to snap to attention, having you bite back a laugh.
You went through the standard fare, asking players about stats, progress, and all the little intricacies of the sport that you weren't very familiar with. Without the familiarity usually present in your interviews, you sounded a little chaotic. Everything was somewhat unfamiliar, but, the interview portion was going just as you'd expect. You couldn't wait for this to be over with. Soon, you could go home, maybe relax with—
"And may I ask a question to you, reporter?"
This... definitely wasn't standard. You froze, a perplexed smile gracing your lips.
"I'm sorry...?" "Chicken or beef?"
After a minuscule moment of silence, laughter and snickers broke out among the players, while the reporters murmured amongst themselves in bewilderment.
Tadashi smirked, putting his elbows on the table in front of him. "Sweetheart, I told you, I'm making dinner tonight. So, what's it gonna be? Chicken or beef? You weren’t answering my texts.”
Your cheeks burned as reporters had begun to furiously rip at their notepads with lightning-fast pens. You sigh, a defeated grin plastering itself across your face. Your eyes met Tadashi's, who seemed to mirror your grin with a lopsided smirk of his own, eyebrows raising slightly to urge you to go on. You hate how your heart picks up at the sight of something so simple.
"...beef. Our fire alarm went off the last time you made fried chicken." Mrs. Long-Suffering Publicist could only watch helplessly as the initial uproar at the beginning of the conference started up again. You made a mental note to send her a gift basket after this whole ordeal sorted itself out.
Your car door shut after escaping the horde of story-hungry reporters. You put your head in your hands, squealing into your palms. After a while, you hastily pulled out your phone.
To: 'Dashi ⚾️🧢🤓☝️
You need some serious media training, Hamada.
From: 'Dashi ⚾️🧢🤓☝️
You're no fun :((
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