Big Hero 6 Special Troops/Assassin!AU

On their first month on the Stan of War II, Stan and Ford both come down with terrible colds. They insist they’re fine, even though they show up to the family’s weekly video chat sniffling and bundled up in every blanket they own. Mabel glares as the screen, hands on her hips. “Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford? Do we have to run away to look after you? Have you been taking care of yourselves?”

Stan laughs, while Ford blows his nose so loudly it only comes across as static. “We’re fine, sweetie. It just takes a while to get used to boat living. Can’t say this is quite how I imagined things starting out.”

“Funnily enough,” sniffs Ford, “Being cold and wet all the time is not an ideal situation for one’s immune system. But never mind about that, we’ve made some fascinating discoveries …”

When the call is over, Mabel purses her lips. Cold all the time, huh? She knows that her Grunkles won’t take care of themselves, so it’s up to her to keep them warm. The sweaters that Mabel knits for herself are mostly acrylic, because it’s cheap and sparkly, but she saves up to buy heavy wool yarn, even though it’s rough on her fingers at first. She learns how to knit double-layered fisherman’s mittens, the kind that can keep a man’s hands warm even when he’s drenched with sea water, making sure to modify the pattern so Ford will have room for his extra fingers. She sends them thick socks with reinforced heels and a stern note telling them to let her know when they need replacements. 

Stan and Ford are no good at remembering to dress warm on principle, but they wear everything Mabel sends them. She beams when she sees her knitwear in their photos.

“Are you warmer now?” she asks during one video call, still sounding slightly worried.

Stan looks down at the Icelandic-style sweater he’s wearing, at the enormous mittens lying next to him, at the heavy socks covering his toes, and at Mabel’s concerned, loving face on the computer screen. He smiles.

“Warm as toast, pumpkin.”

THEY SHOULD MAKE THIS A MOVIE

im serious about that “stop saving things for special occasions” bit tho like. even if u aren’t in your 20s. thats for everyone. its one of the most useful things ive learned lately

stop! just stop. eat the special snack. drink the expensive hippie tea. use the incense or the bath bomb or whatever you paid way too much for because you were feeling really bad and retail therapy makes u feel alive

when we save things for special occasions/rainy days it contributes to us feeling like A.) our day to day existence is lackluster and B.) you have to be feeling a certain level of Bad, or have to reach a certain level of Socially Accepted Achievement, to enjoy things

just give yourself stuff. there are definitely sometimes reasons to withhold things from yourself - as motivation, if it’s something you consciously want to use sparingly, etc - but at least for me half the time it just turns into self-flagellation and also cool things and cool experiences and nice treats just collect dust while i wait for some fabled day when i convince myself i finally Deserve it

just fuckin give yourself stuff dude. life’s so mindblowingly short

It provides so much truth

I believe every fandom needs to see this.

I, for one, like Roman numerals.

I AM A     ♥ CONVERSATION !  ♥ 

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