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Heroes Celebrating The Day Of The Dead

Taishiro Toyomitsu X Reader, Shota Aizawa X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I got a question how would the Pro heroes celebrate the Day of the dead with reader? (I read the one about the villains with the reader, who celebrates the Day of the dead. And i thought It was cute.😁) AND I loved your story with the LOV with a S/O who celebrates the Day of the dead I wanted to ask if I could request one for the pro heroes with a S/O who also celebrate the Day of the dead?😁 AND Hi, I loved your story about the villains who celebrates the Day of the dead with reader. I wanted to ask if I could request the pro heroes (Hawks, Fat gum or anyone else) Who also celebrate the Day of the dead with reader? Please😁 AND Hello, I love your story with the Villains celebrating the Day of the dead with their S/O it was really cute🥰 I wanted to ask for a request about the pro heroes also celebrating the Day of the dead with their S/O if that’s all right with you?😁 AND OMG! I loved your “The Day of the dead” story with the Villains it was so cute🥰 May I please request the pro heroes Fat Gum, Aizawa, and Mirko (or Hawks) also celebrating the day of the dead with their S/O too please?😁 AND OMG! The LOV celebrating the day of the dead with reader was adorable🥰 may I please request the Heroes also celebrating the same thing with their S/O too? BTW, I love your work they are great.😁

Warning: Talk of death, talk of having children (fatgum)

Student Ver, Villain Ver

Taishiro Toyomistu

🍭 He’s open to talking to everyone about anything, I think he probably knew about the basics. 🍭 He’s more interested in what the holiday means to you and how you celebrate it (that means your favourite foods and activities too) 🍭 Probably pulled Tamaki into the celebrations one year, maybe multiple knowing him. 🍭 He gets so excited but let’s be real he’s here because of the food, he wants to try it all, there’s so much to try and he would get through it.

Tai had been at work all day but no one had seen him work more efficiently “Fatgum is everything okay?” Kirishima asked as he watched his mentor sort through paperwork with a look of determination, when he got no answer he turned to his upperclassman. “He’s fine.” Tamaki said. “You sure man, something is not bothering him?” Kirishima asked. “He’s just trying to get all of his paperwork done before (Y/N) gets here.” Tamaki said. “Oh (Y/N)’s coming?” Kirishima asked. “Yeah it’s Dia de los Muertos today.” Tamaki answered. “Huh?” Kirishima asked. “Day of the Dead, it’s a Mexican holiday.” Fatgum said “I forgot you’ve never been here around this time of the year, you’ll enjoy it.” “You do this every year?” Kirishima asked. “We do.” It was you who answered this time carrying platters of food and a bag over your shoulder. “It give everyone at the agency the time to appreciate and remember the people that they’ve lost over the years, through hero work or day to day life.” “Woah.” Kirishima smiled, “That's so cool!”

You spent a good portion of the day explaining things to Kirishima and smiling at the way that his eyes light up whenever you talked about something that you did when you were younger of a meaning behind everything. Tai watched you with a small smile on his face and bowl of food in his hands, you had just given Tamaki his special version of whatever you cooked to make sure that you didn’t mess with his quirk. You finally made your way over to him and you smiled “Enjoying it?” You asked. “Always.” He answered. “You know I was thinking that we could maybe talk about making a family.” “We have one here.” You said leaning against his side. “Maybe I want to add to it.” He wrapped an arm around you “seeing you with them, makes me want one of our own.” “You know it won’t be as easy as them.” You smirked as you watched the two teens talking. “Oh I know.” He nodded “doesn’t change my mind though.” “Let’s finish the celebrations, then we can talk about this more, yeah?” You asked. “Sure thing sugar.” He winked.

Shota Aizawa

🐛 Shota had lost a lot of people through his life but he had never once thought about celebrating their life after they had gone, that is until he met you. 🐛 You explained to him what the holiday was and that you celebrated it but you never expected him to, but mentioned it because he had a few friends that were worth celebrating. 🐛 He didn’t want to disrespect you so he showed up and everything from there became tradition for both of you. 🐛 Shota had never been one for looking back but for one night every year he allowed himself to look back fondly and tell you the stories that no one else got to hear.

You had both taken a walk, you were heading to Oboro’s grave to place some of the gifts that you had made him. “Did I ever tell you about the time that Oboro changed in front of the whole class?” He asked. “What? No.” You answered, looking at him and he smiled as if remembering for himself before telling you the story. “He had found a cat in the rain, I found it beforehand and left my umbrella over it to keep him dry.” You hummed as he took a breath nodding to yourself as if affirming that was something that he would do “Oboro found it on his way into school and picked him up bringing the umbrella with him, once he got there he came in through the window using his quirk and got told off for that.” “Best you can appreciate that now.” You joked and he nodded. “I don’t know what I’d do if they all started using their quirks to get into the classroom.” Aizawa muttered as he thought of the current 1-A class and that damage they could all do. “Anyway he was drenched since he hadn’t actually bothered to use the umbrella he picked up, so after returning it to me, he just started changing in the middle of the classroom.” “I assume everyone complained.” You guessed and he nodded. “He used a cloud to censor himself and then won everyone’s approval back by pulling out the cat that he had saved and everyone forgot what he was doing before and everything went back to normal.” Aizawa explained. “It was a few days after that, we started hanging out together.” “You miss him.” You smiled as you came up on the grave immediately kneeling to place everything that you had brought. “Thank you Oboro for giving him everything that he needed to succeed, I promise that I will continue to push him forward the way that you did and when we meet you again, we’ll have stories to tell you and you can experience the world that you missed through us.” You hadn’t spoken to Oboro yourself when you were younger, you never got the chance to but Aizawa had told you he was the reason that he ever talked to you and you thank him for that everyday. “Thank you Oboro for leading me to them, you know without you I would have never had them.” He said softly before helping you from your kneeling position. “We should get back, your parents will be calling soon.” “Right, right, we’ll be seeing you Oboro.” You promised, blowing a kiss to the grave in hopes that it reaches him wherever he is before you both head back to the house to catch the call from your parents.

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo had never thought about celebrating the lives of the people that he had lost, to him they were just gone, he moved on so the idea of celebrating the day of the dead also had never occurred to him. 🪶 That doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to learn, he may not have anyone in his life that he deemed worthy of remembering now that they are gone, but he’s likely to get on with your family if they’re good people and he mourns them the same as you. 🪶 Keigo would literally be a blank slate, anything that you told him he would take as gospel. 🪶 He makes sure that you are never alone with the holiday rolls around, he often takes the time off of mission going as far as exhausting himself so that they have to give him the time off.

You had been sitting in the living room when the front door to your shared apartment opened, it took a second for Keigo to call out to you but once he did you relaxed. You met him at the door to the living room where he smiled, a tired smile as he leant down resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I got the day off.” He said and you smiled softly. “I told you that you didn't have to do that.” You lifted your arms to wrap around him, his feathers splitting off and settling around the house to make it easier for you to wrap your arms around him. “You shouldn’t be alone on a day like tomorrow, you can’t go see your family so you have me instead.” He mumbled. “I wish I could have both.” You said softly as you started running your fingers through his hair. “Next year, I promise.” He lifted his head resting his chin on your shoulder. “How can you be so sure that any of this is going to work out?” You asked. “I’ll make it work, that’s my promise for next year.” He said. “Right of course.” You nodded “well do you want to help me cook some of the snacks for tomorrow.” “You haven’t cooked them yet?” He asked. “Of course not, I knew you’d be coming home.” He explained as you pulled back from the man and putting your hand out, he smiled as he took it dragging you into the kitchen.

Later that night you were laying on the sofa, you had just finished cooking and were now finally relaxing. “I meant what I said earlier, I am going to be here next year and we’ll go see your family.” “I believe you Kei.” You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and nestled down ��but how about we just enjoy this one yeah?” “Sure thing babybird.” He said softly as he reached over, handing you the control for you to find something to watch.

Request Here!!

[tothemeadow]

I haven't watched BNHA in a long time, and forgot who I liked in there until now!

May I have a burger with hot sauce & cheese, with a side of chips to share with Fatgum? 🍔🌶🧀 🥔.. no potato chips emoji so have a potato 😊

There's no problem with that, sweetie! Thank you for the order! And the potato!

Summer Feelings Event

'kiss me more' / Fatgum x Reader

warnings: none

words: 446

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You love it when the world’s at peace.

No fighting, no capers, no potential death threats, nothing. Sure, the life of a hero is hard, unmistakably so, so you have to learn to love the little things in life. It’s with this very thought that you look to your lovely husband, Taishiro. He looks happy like this, face aglow from the light coming from the fire; his tongue sticks out in a determined expression as he focuses on roasting his marshmallows perfectly.

The two of you surely lucked out when you both scored this weekend off. It’s difficult to find the proper time to relax, after all; better yet, you get to spend the time together. Bending your knees into your chest, you rest your cheek against them as you continue to watch.

“Tot, you’re looking at me weird,” Taishiro suddenly speaks up. “It’s making me nervous.”

An easy smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. “Oh, you know,” you start off nonchalantly, “just taking the time to admire something I love the most.”

For a moment, Taishiro blinks, seemingly processing what you said; he instantly bites back a grin as his cheeks flush the slightest bit. “My, my, somebody’s quite the sweet talker tonight, aren’t they?”

Humming, you shuffle closer, opting to lay your head against Taishiro’s shoulder. He’s so soft when he’s at his full size, nice and round and oh so squeezable. A delightful noise breaks through his lips as he pulls his multi-pronged skewer away from the fire; as it so appears, each of his marshmallows is roasted to perfection.

“Open up, buttercup,” he tells you, pulling a gooey marshmallow off. You comply and open your mouth, another hum vibrating in your throat as the sweetness erupts in your mouth. Taishiro pops one into his mouth as well. “You got marshmallow on your lips,” he points out. “Here, lemme get it.”

He swoops in for a kiss, then, his tongue unabashedly licking the melted sugar away from your lips. He doesn’t stop there, though; no, he presses in further, slipping his tongue past the crevice of your mouth. He tastes sweet, lips soft and warm as he kisses you deeply. In no time, his hands are cupping the side of your face while yours cling onto the front of his sweatshirt.

“Tasty little tot, aren’t ya?” he mutters, pulling away to catch his breath.

“Do it some more,” you urge, scrunching the fabric of his sweatshirt in your hands as you yank him into another kiss. Taishiro happily obliges, kissing you silly while he eases you onto your back.

Yeah, it seems as though you’re in for a long, lovely night.

[roll-da-credits]

May I request number 10 with Fatgum?🙊

Join my event!

Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu) + 10

10: Enemies to Lovers

(fyi I'm lightly basing the reader off of Catwoman, so if they seem similar, that's why.)

"Sorry, but I'm taking you in," a familiar voice made you turn around, "You again, couldn't they send in someone else more interesting? Maybe Endeavor, or even Kamui Woods?" you replied to the BMI Hero who smiled at your comment.

"Sorry, Endeavor's busy with dealing actually terrifying criminals." he teased, knowing what buttons to push to rile you up.

A sly smirk made its way onto your face, putting down the bag of jewelry you just stole and readying for a fight. Before that could happen though, two other heroes walked up towards Fatgum, "Huh, and I thought this was just going to be a one and one." You scoffed, picking up the bag and running quickly.

Parkouring over buildings and hiding in the shadows, enough for you to lose both the junior-looking heroes and Fatgum himself. You sighed when you reached your hideout, a small dingy house, your muscles felt tired and sore from all the running you had to do.

"Hi, there love," your black cat meowed as it walked closer to you. Purring as you petted her, scratching behind her ears, "I can pawn this tomorrow, right now though, I need to feed you." you gestured over towards the bag of jewelry.

After feeding your cat and leaving some food outside for the strays that liked to hang around. You simply relaxed and let your sore muscles rest.

Meanwhile, Fatgum had been given the grueling task to talk to the higher-ups about once again, not being able to catch a petty thief. A thief that had been doing this for quite a while actually.

"How did that go?" Mt. Lady snickered watching his tired face form into a shy smile, "Well, just as amazing as any meeting with me about that thief."

She watched him walked towards his table, a stack of papers, no doubt about the thief situation, in front of him ready to be filled out and worked on. "They still don't have a name?"

Fatgum shrugged, taking the first piece of paper and analyzing it, "Nope, they're as elusive as they get. All they do is steal some things, leave, disappear, and repeat, no casualties, no other crimes, that's it. The commission hasn't even found out her actual identity yet."

Mt. Lady smiled, walking over towards the big-sized hero, handing him a file, "They just did, thank Tamaki and Kirishima by the way," after giving the file she walked away calmly.

Fatgum didn't waste any time to open the file and read the inside. Within it contained everything he needed to know about you, from your childhood to your background, your quirk, and even where you reside right now.

As morning came, you felt something weird, your cat and the strays outside who'd usually meow you awake was dead silent. Either something happened to them or someone took them. You quietly walked over towards your door and strained your ears to listen outside.

You heard cats purring, specifically your cats and the strays. Your tensed figure relaxed just a little bit knowing no harm came to them. Another question popped up though, what would cause them to purr this loud. No one except your lousy landlord even steps into this area, and your cats hated him.

Getting a weapon, you prepared yourself to attack whoever was behind the door. With a deep breath to calm yourself down, your hand twisted and pulled the door open. Weapon in hand and ready to strike.

The sight that welcomed you was an odd one though. There, petting your cat and the strays, pouring food for them was a blonde-haired man crouching on the ground. Bright yellow eyes looked up towards you, still holding the weapon, and he smiled.

"L/n Y/n?" His voice was overly familiar. A voice you've heard plenty of times during your heists. You grew even more defensive, walking backward, trying to place some distance between you and him.

"Fatgum, how did you find me? Why are you here?" admittedly that was a dumb question but you needed to buy time, enough time for you to think of a plan to run. In the meantime, your eyes trained over his figure. He didn't look like how he usually looked like. Skinnier and shorter than the form you kept meeting him in.

"Uh, call me Taishiro, my name's Toyomitsu Taishiro," he raised both his hands up in defeat, trying to show you that he meant no harm. You won't fall for it. If he found out where you lived there was a chance he was trying to trick you.

"Okay, Tai, answer my question," your weapon still pointed towards him. Fatgum stood up, still smiling and both his hands still up. "My students found your file and I'm just here to talk." he could tell you didn't believe him so he tried to elaborate, "I came here in this form right? I can barely do anything like this," he hoped his smile was convincing enough.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" you lowered your weapon, still in a defensive pose, ready to attack him just in case he was to try something. Fatgum immediately smiled and pointed towards a seat.

"Can we sit down while we talk?" his friendly tone honestly made you slightly annoyed. The two of you were mortal enemies, heroes, and villains, why does he have to act so friendly? Despite that, you nodded and both of you walked to sit down facing each other.

"So?" you asked impatiently, "I read about your past," he paused and watched you flinch lightly, "You know, you don't need to keep stealing."

You scoffed loudly, "And what? Die of hunger on the streets? Sorry, but stealing seems like a better alternative." Fatgum's smile dropped, he placed both his hands on his lap, fidgeting it slightly.

"You seem like a good person and-" you cut him off, "How do you know that huh? I steal for a living, how am I a good person?" you spat at him, who only shrugged.

"You never took hostages, you were never greedy, only taking what you wanted, you never killed, and your cats seemed to like you," he looked at you as if he had won, and since it was all true you didn't have a comeback, all you could do was roll your eyes at him.

"Continuing what I had said before," he snickered, "You seem like a good person and there's always a better alternative than doing crimes to survive in Japan."

Once again you scoffed, only this time it was followed by an exasperated laugh. "Didn't you say you read about my childhood? If you paid any attention, you should understand, I never got a proper education. I taught myself half of the things I know about the world now. My mom's dead, my dad's not the kindest, I ran away when I was 17, and you're still telling me there are alternatives?"

You scoffed, "If that's all you wanted to talk about, leave, or arrest me," you glared at the blonde-haired man, standing up proud and tall. If you were to be arrested, you'd do it with your pride untarnished.

He stood up as well, sighing in the process, "Or I can give you another option, a better option," you raised one of your eyebrows in interest, "Continue," he exhaled, glad you were willing to hear him out, "It took us a while to track you, and longer to know your identity. That kind of illusiveness could be very helpful to the commission."

You crossed both your hands together, already knowing where this was headed. "It wouldn't be hard to convince the higher-ups to let you work for me. They trust me to be able to control you."

You smirked, deciding to tease him a little bit, "You think you can control me, Tai?" you walked closer to him. The distance between you two barely existent, his eyes widened and a small blush crept onto his cheeks. "W-well not in that way," he stuttered a little bit before clearing his throat.

"What way were you thinking of Tai? I was thinking about me being your sidekick," Fatgum visibly became embarrassed, "Nothing, nothing." he choked out, making you laugh at the hero.

"Deal, on one condition," you glared, "I don't want the world to know me, so no hero name, no patrolling in broad daylight, no interviews, no nothing. I'd like to keep my identity low." you outstretched your hand for him to shake.

Fatgum's smile grew wider, "Deal!" he took your hand and squeezed it a bit tighter than you had expected. "I'll come back later in the night, don't escape," he laughed out and you could only shake your head, "Wouldn't think of it, Tai."

Just before he left he looked back towards you, "Also, you and your cats have something incredibly similar," he stated, "You're both cute."

His surprising compliment left you frozen, heat rising to your cheeks, as you watched the hero, or should you now call him, your new partner, leave your home.

A/n: I'm going, to be honest, I don't think I could've made enemies to lovers with Fatgum if the reader wasn't a villain. Cause, 1. WHO WOULD HATE THIS MAN??? 1. WHO WOULD THIS MAN HATE???? HE'S A LITERAL WALKING BEAN BAG HE WOULDN'T HURT A FLY (unless the fly was a villain lmfao), this was a very unique request indeed. Thank you sm for doing my event!!!!

[sugoi-writes]

Hope you're having a lovely day!! If its not too much, how do you think Fatgum, and Hawks would react to their s/o that has wings ( angel wings 😳) that got torn off in battle? Mm angst 🤩

OHM-- AGH?? OUCH??? Absolutely (also yeah the day has been good! Thank you so much! Safe from Hurricane Sally at least!)

Tw: Violence, body horror, gore... y e ah (slight yandere*?)

Premise: You were pinned to the ground, breathing ragged from your attempts to get free. There was a foot to the base of your spine, just beneath your ethereal wings.

You were going feral, your arms pulled behind your back to further hinder you as you thrashed violently. You were terrified, and praying for any help. And with one swift tug and a press of the heel… CRACK. 

Your wings were dislocated violently, leaving you unable to fly, even if you could. You screamed in agony as your vision turned hazy from the pain. You struggled in vain, afraid of what would happen next. And as soon as it had started, your pain quadrupled. 

A clean edged katana cut through your wings, right at the compromised base. You were now a flightless hero.... and this terrified you. Your screaming fell on deaf ears as you let out a slew of curses and pleas. This wasn’t real, right? You were dreaming, RIGHT? 

Fatgum

The moment he heard you scream, he was on the verge of losing self control. He tripled his pace, but his speed is still TERRIBLE. He hustled anyway, praying that you could walk this off, whatever injury you had. 

He heard your second scream, and immediately knew something was terribly wrong. He called for you by your hero’s name, and rounded the corner. And there you were... a broken, wingless hero. 

If your wings weren’t severed, the look of you, folded on the ground weakly would have been almost beautiful. But this... this was something that brought along a feeling of fury and absolute horror. 

How could this happen? How could he let this happen?

It didn’t take you long to black out from the pain, the sounds of Fatgum’s frenzied shouting filling your senses. You came in and out of consciousness, and feeling your body shift around before being lifted. No doubt, your wings were tenderly taken off of you, before you were gently draped over Fatgum’s shoulder (as to avoid touching your wounds). 

By the time you wake up, you’re in a hospital, and you have the urge to stretch.

As you stretch your legs, straining as your toes popped from curling, but suddenly you wince in pain. You can’t stretch your back, let alone your... your...

Your eyes widen in realization, as you’re unable to feel your wings. You start to shake, your breath picking up. However, before you let your tears fall, you feel a hand rest on your shoulder,” Please... don’t move around too much. You need to rest.” 

You look to see Taishiro next to you, in between his slim and fat form. By the number of takeout boxes, beer bottles, and snack wrappers... you could tell he was stress eating. You asked how long you’d been out, and you pale when he bites his lip. 

“About... 3 days. They really did a number on you... and me, but... I’m not nearly as bad off.” You notice one of Taishiro’s arms are in a sling, and you want to throw yourself onto him, hugging him close. You know that with him being in this weaker form, with a broken arm... this was something that probably drove your partner crazy. 

“Tai... I’m so sorry...” 

Fatgum smiles sadly, cupping your cheek,” I should be the one to apologize to you... maybe... maybe if I had made it to you in time, I could have stopped this. Maybe... you could’ve... had your wings, still...” 

You glance away, shaking your head,” This isn’t your fault... I rushed in without you, and... well, I faced the consequences.” You see Taishiro tense up at your words, and he immediately pulls you in for a hug, shuddering.

” D-Don’t... angel, don’t you ever blame yourself for this... Heroes like you and me know the dangers associated with our work, but... this... this wasn’t a rookie mistake. You were doing your job, and you actually managed to wear this asshole out. This... that villain was powerful. He could take out anyone if he tried... we were lucky to have subdued him... The fact that you lasted as long as you did, before I got there... it’s a miracle. I really... could have lost you...’you know that?”

Fatgum would continue to hold you, nearly crumbling as he recounts how scared he was when he found you, and how hard everyone fought to save you. It turns out you got a pretty horrible infection from your wound, and that was why you were out for as long as you were. You could have died in the fight, AND outside of it. 

You had no idea... and, you were equally upset, knowing that Taishiro risked his ass to save you. But, you could hardly scold him, as he did save your life. 

You both unload and unpack a lot from what happened that day, and end up in a pile of discarded chip bags and blankets. Fatgum would lay his head in your lap as you stroked his hair, since he couldn’t immediately cuddle you (even in his skinnier form). 

There were tears and reflection. Confessions and promises. Fatgum still feels guilty, but you were able to help him understand that this wasn’t on him. He is grateful that you are alive, and promises to do whatever he can to help you physically and mentally recover. 

And of course, you take FG’s word for it, as you’ll need all the support you could get to feel even a little bit normal again. 

Hawks

On the scene, the both of you are doing a major number on the BBEG, until he gets a hold of you. He had managed to incapacitate Hawks, knocking him out momentarily as he did the unthinkable to you. As he came back to, he awoke to the sounds of your wails and curses. He can’t believe what he’s hearing.

And he goes. Absolutely. Ballistic. 

He immediately turns ever single feather on his body into a sharp, pristine blade, and shows zero mercy. He had full intentions of taking this villain in, and having him reflect in jail for his crimes... but it was past the point of no return. 

As you lay on the ground, your pleas for Keigo to stop fall on deaf ears. He was absolutely feral, and would not let this man walk away. 

Once others arrived on the scene, you had immediately been picked up and rushed to the hospital. Hawks was still on the scene, blood splattering his hero’s uniform as his legs bounced, and his wings bowed up uncontrollably. He was shaking. He was absolutely blindsided by rage... but he knew that he needed to give a statement, and face his punishment for what he did to the villain. Murder is still murder. 

When you do come to (suffering from the aforementioned infection), you didn’t see Hawks at first. This puzzled you, as you knew he was the one who saved you. Then, the weight of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. When a doctor walks in to check on you, you gently ask about Hawks as you still reel from your new reality. 

Luckily, the hero only get a firm slap on the wrist, and is currently on house arrest. He would have to take some training/classes to better process what he had done, and to manage the stress from the encounter... but he had no idea that you still did not have your wings. He had prayed that there was a chance they could be reattached. 

When you facetimed him later, his heart shattered at the sight of you, without your beautiful wings. He would almost cover his face, shaking his head,” Babybird... I’m... I’m so sorry... this is... I shouldn’t have taken you with me...” 

You try to talk Hawks down, but he can hardly listen to you, and you can hardly get through to him. Hawks will always harbor the blame on himself, and will go absolutely ballistic on any person who tries to hurt you or touch you. Despite him working on it, the event itself has made him hyper protective of you, to a fault. 

When you get out of the hospital, you move in with him. You mutually take care of each other, and help each other heal. But the wounds that are left on Keigo’s heart are deep, and will take many years to heal. 

Most nights, he will lovingly caress your back, and tell you how stunning and angelic you are. You can never see the glassy look in his eyes when he says this, his hands slowly tracing your scars.

When he finally gets off of house arrest, he makes it his personal, top priority mission to infiltrate, and track down the rest of this villain’s organization. This is the most vigilante/anti-hero he will go, but damn if he doesn’t do his best to make you happy when he’s “off work”.

He is a mess and a half, but will absolutely get revenge for what they did to his Babybird.  

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Thank you for this request, I hope it’s up to snazz! I am a little burnt out, hoduhdoudho

[cinnamoonsworld]

A Harsh Meal [Fatgum x chubby fem!reader]

Hi everyone! Before continuing the Aizawa's ff, I wanted to give myself a short story about another pro hero I love so much, Fatgum. What is written comes from my personal experiences and from people I know very well, and I hope everyone in life will find a person like Fatgum in their life <3

Happy reading, see you next week for the new chapters of "Two Worlds Collide"!

You can also find me on Ao3!

Words: 2,666

Trigger Warnings: eating disorders, eventual smut

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You and Taishiro have been together for several years. You met during an attack by a villain who had begun to destroy everything that happened to him without any reason, and you were among the civilians that Fatgum had saved. Unlike all the other people, Fatgum was impressed with your smile when you thanked him for protecting you and all the other people.

For days he had dreamed of your smile and your (Y/E/C) eyes, until he saw you one night while he was on patrol and you were lowering the shutter of a store. He took note of the place and its location, and the next morning he showed up inside your little bakery. He was almost breathless to see you in your work uniform, which included a pastel apron and a dress with a wide 50s skirt.

From that day on, Taishiro began to come into the shop every day and you began to become, as time went on, more and more intimate. Sometimes he would come there with two shoulders of his own, Tamaki and Kirishima, and he would never fail to list the whole menu by heart and say how good everything was. You started to make sweets just for him, inspired by his character.

One day he did not come to see you. Initially you did not worry, thinking that he would pass later in the day. When you closed, you went to his agency to ask if anything happened to Fatgum. His secretary informed you that he had been hospitalized following a raid that he and other heroes had carried out that morning.

You got the name of the hospital, and you went straight to the bakery to make her favorite cupcakes, the Oreo's one. You were upset that Taishiro was in a hospital bed alone, without you beside him to lift his spirits.

You rushed to the hospital with a box full of cupcakes. You went to a nurse and showed her the tide of candy you were carrying, and she took you to her room. They were all desperate, because it was from the moment he arrived that all he did was asking for food and that he never stopped being hungry.

"At least, if he asks to eat, it means he’s fine!" You thought feeling a little more relieved.

The nurse let you in the room, and on the bed there was a thin, tall, blond boy who was watching TV and laughing.

You looked at him in a daze, thinking the nurse had taken you to the wrong room.

As Taishiro saw you, his face lit up and he jumped out of bed to hug you. Your doubts passed when you saw him smile: even if he was thinner, that was Fatgum. He almost cried when you showed him the box of cupcakes at the Oreo, and made you promise that at least a couple of them would be saved for Suneater and Red Riot, who were also there.

You went to see him every day with something different to eat, and the nurses were extremely grateful because he was literally draining their kitchen supplies. The longer the days went by, the more he was returning to his giant teddy bear form with which you had known him.

On the last day of recovery, you noticed he was extremely agitated. You were afraid he wasn’t feeling well, and you were going to call the nurse when he came between you and the door and kissed you. It was a long, sweet and exciting kiss. Detaching himself, he looked into your eyes with an expression of pure panic. He was afraid you’d laugh at him or, worse still, that he’d disgust you with his gesture. Instead, surprisingly, you embroider that kiss without hesitation.

From that moment on, you and Taishiro started dating first and then, noticing that it worked and you were both taken by each other, you decided to officially get together. At least three years passed before they decided to move in together. You were both very happy, you were looking forward to cooking for your boyfriend and he was looking forward to coming home to eat what you had prepared for him and to spend time with you. You filled him with food and attention, while he did everything to see you always happy.

Everything was going great until you started having problems with your body. By now you knew that Taishiro, when he used too much strength, dried up and became a sweet and very high muscular boy. He hated being like that, couldn’t work and felt very vulnerable. Needless to say, in that form, it attracted the attention of many girls who were flirting with him shamelessly. It also happened while you were together somewhere, and many times you had heard these girls tell Taishiro to let you lose, because an Adonis like him did not make a good impression to be seen around with "someone like you".

You had never been thin, and you knew it very well. For you your body had never been a problem, and you always liked it the way you are. Taishiro, then, saw you as the representation of a Goddess descended to earth, he found you perfect in everything and everything. He always pointed it out to you, even when you were making love. You were perfect in everything and for everything to him, and he never failed to let you know even with small gestures. Whatever you was wearing, from a tracksuit to a fancy dress, you made him lose his mind.

You began to spend more and more time in front of the mirror, touching your belly or your thighs and finding more and more imperfections. It started out as a few minutes a day until it became an hour or more, and on the worst days you stared in the mirror until you cried because you felt ugly and shapeless. Fat, cellulite or stretch marks: you hated yourself, and you couldn’t find something of yourself that would change your mind.

Even Taishiro had noticed that something was wrong, and he began to notice it when, gradually, you started to eat less and less.

One of the things that made Taishiro one of the happiest men on earth was to share food with you, and he was alarmed to see that you were offering him your leftovers from dinner even though you had eaten only three mouthfuls of what was on the plate.

You started to wear clothes that were getting wider and wider so you could hide your shapes. You were convinced that when you left the house, everyone looked at you and commented on your body. You could feel people’s judgmental looks on you, even though they weren’t even looking at you. When you and Taishiro were out, you were always trying to get as little food as possible. You didn’t want people to judge you for what was on your plate.

Since you started eating less and less, you were always getting tired and in a bad mood. You stopped talking to Taishiro about what was going on at work or what was going on in your head, and sometimes you felt so weak that you didn’t even have the strength to cook. For Taishiro there was no problem, he was more than happy to take away to spend more time with you, but you barely ate something and went to sleep with the excuse that at work had been a hard day and that you wanted to rest.

Finally, you began to think of the worst thing: that Taishiro was only with you because you prepared food for him and that in reality he only felt disgust for you. This little thought slowly began to creep into your head until it became a recurring judgment. You started to really meditate that you were only convenient for food, and you were sure he would run off with a girl much prettier and thinner than you as soon as he had the chance.

Even at work these thoughts did not leave you, and the situation worsened when, a few buildings from your bakery, opened a gym. Every day, in front of the windows, it was a parade of women, young and not, in brilliant physical form and with nothing out of place. They were so happy, so skinny...everything you weren’t, and they’d rub it in your face every single day.

You also stopped eating, and drank only water. Taishiro was increasingly alarmed, you were turning into something that wasn’t you. You started fighting more and more about the food issue, he wanted you to eat but you told him that you were fine and that you had already eaten something at work and so there was no need to stress about these things. He just wanted to help you whatever was going on with you, but you had built a wall between you two.

You didn’t want him to touch you anymore, you thought he was ashamed to go around with you, with a "shapeless being". He deserved a better person, a girl much prettier than you, and that made him look better when they called him to the charity nights.

You were so short of energy, you had trouble getting out of bed. One day, in particular, it seemed to you that even breathing was an inhuman effort. You went to the store early like every morning to start baking. As usual, your mood was under your shoes, and the fight you had the night before with Taishiro certainly didn’t help. The walk you took from your apartment seemed like a mountain hike, even though it was only two blocks away.

You had time to turn on the lab lights that you collapsed suddenly.

Around lunchtime, Taishiro became seriously concerned. Even if you fought a lot, when he wrote to you, you always answered, even if in a cold tone. You didn’t even see the messages that morning, and you didn’t post anything on any social media.

Driven by anxiety, in the early afternoon he went to your shop where he found the half-shutters lowered. When he tried to call you, he clearly heard your phone ring go off, but no one answered. He was getting more and more agitated.

Luckily, when you moved in together, you gave Fatgum a copy of the keys to your club and the lab door in case of need. The lab door was looking at a dead end, and he came in through it.

He had a heart attack when he found you lying on the ground and very pale. He immediately called an ambulance and they rushed you to the hospital. Taishiro was in the waiting room waiting for some news of yours. He was so agitated that he had not touched food and the feeling of hunger, for the first time in his life, had disappeared.

After several hours, finally, they called him inside to talk to the doctor who was taking care of you, and the diagnosis shocked the hero: malnutrition. You were passed out because you hadn’t eaten anything for who knows how long, and in your stomach they had found no trace of food, only water. You pushed your body so far, you couldn’t take it anymore.

The doctor took Taishiro to your room, and his heart stopped again to see you attached to all those tubes so that you could ingest some nutrient so that your body would not collapse again. He sat down next to you, fondling your hand lovingly. He didn’t understand how all this could have happened, and he was afraid of losing you forever.

He fell asleep next to you, and woke up in the middle of the night when he felt a familiar sensation of a kiss on his forehead. He immediately opened his eyes and almost wept with joy at seeing you awake.

"Cupcake..." He whispered with clear eyes. "You don’t know how happy I am to see you awake..."

"Tai..." you answered with a nervous stomach. "I’m sorry...I didn’t want it to end this way..."

"What happened to you, my love?" asked the blond.

You could barely hold back your tears after that question.

"I hate myself." You finally answered without being able to hold back the crying. "I hate myself Taishiro. I’m horrible, I’m fat. Anything about me disgusts me, and I don’t know how you can be with a freak like me. Those girls are right, Tai. You deserve someone better than me, not someone who makes you look bad."

While you were sobbing, Fatgum was really sad and angry at what you thought of yourself. Of all the things he thought about your behavior change, he never imagined it would be something that would make you suffer so much that you would go so far as to refuse food. He didn’t think even remotely that some girls' comments could hurt you so deeply, and he felt terrible that he had always downplayed it and had always just not listened to them. But not you, you listened to them all too well.

"My sweet cupcake." Tai said, wiping tears from your eyes. "Do you remember the first time I kissed you? I felt terribly stupid. I was afraid you’d turn me down because of my looks. I know perfectly well that I am not perfect, and that when I am in my low-form I am very ashamed...and yet you accepted me as I am. You never let me weigh my physical form, both thin and fat..."

"You’re such a wonderful person that I never cared about your body, my teddy bear." You spoke with a slight smile trying to stop crying.

"And the same goes for you, too, (Y/N)." Fatgum said with a kiss on your forehead. "I love you for who you are and for what you give me every day, your little gestures and how you make me feel happy every day. And I don’t care if you’re skinny or fat, I would love you in all forms of this world."

You felt very relieved to hear those words, and at that moment you realized how much unnecessary harm you had done just because your head was telling you. You embraced each other in silence, a silence full of love and meaning.

In the days of your hospitalization, Taishiro came to see you every day and had literally camped in the hospital. When he had a free moment he would come to spend with you and every night, after having left work, he would rush into your hospital room because it was the part of the day that made him exalt like a child in front of a toy store: Having dinner with you while you told each other what happened to you during the day. You started eating again and God, how you missed the taste of food and talk to Tai. You almost forgot about this feeling of happiness, and you almost cried with joy when you ate together. He wouldn’t even go home to sleep, he’d sit next to you in a chair and watch TV together until you fell asleep on each other’s shoulder.

The day you were discharged, when you returned home, all the colleagues from Fatgum’s agency were waiting for you. They too were very concerned about you, and seeing you smiling and strong again made them very happy. They filled you with flowers and gifts, and when the party was over, when everybody left, you and Tai made love, and you didn’t care if the neighborhood heard you or not. You finally came back, and you had to celebrate. He kissed you from head to toe, to show how much love and veneration he felt for every inch of your being, whispering sweet words to you until, exhausted, you fell asleep hugging each other.

It was nice to be back.

[lostcoves]

ft. taishiro toyomistu (fatgum) x reader, mirio togata x reader

reader: gn, no pronouns used 

genre: fluff 

wc & warnings: 310 | reader having a dizzy spell

request: ello it's 🐹 anon! i hope you still remember me hehe - can i request for taishiro and mirio with an s/o who always multitask and after working they get super dizzy?

taishiro toyomitsu (fatgum)

“sugarplum, you sure you should be trying to balance all that?” taishiro questioned to you, eyeing your workload. you were on the computer typing up an assignment and jolting down notes on your notebook. 

“mhm,” you barely acknowledged taishiro’s concern. taishiro frowned but relented, “alrighty, if you need anything, i’ll be in the kitchen.”

taishiro exited your office and went to the kitchen, preparing himself a sandwich. a crash echoed throughout the house and taishiro rushed back into your office. he found you on the ground, your notes scattered about and your computer flipped over.

“sugarplum!” he exclaimed, “you okay?!”

“i’m fine! just got dizzy!” you explained, as taishiro helped you up from the ground. taishiro sighed and fixed up your workspace, “sugarplum, take it easy. you need to work on one thing at a time. okay?”

you nodded, “okay.”

“good,” taishiro smiled, “now, do you want a sandwich?”

mirio togata 

“hey babe!” mirio greeted you when he entered your dorm. you didn’t notice him, too busy typing up a paper and running on your treadmill. mirio cocked his head to the left like a wounded puppy, “babe?”

“mhm? yes?” you asked but your eyes were still on your computer, “sorry, babycakes. i’m kinda busy.”

“that’s fine!” mirio chuckled, “i’ll come back later!”

mirio exited your dorm and barely made it two feet away when he heard a crash. he sprinted back into your dorm room and discovered you on the ground, the treadmill and computer still running.

“are you okay?!” mirio yelled, as he helped you up from the ground.

you rubbed your butt with a sigh, “yeah. just got dizzy.”

“you need to be more careful,” mirio stated with a frown.

you nodded in agreement, “i do.. thanks for helping me up, though.”

“of course!” mirio flashed you a smile, “now you wanna hang out?”

[sluttyprincessinarizona]

Taishiro Toyomitsu (FatGum) x shy! reader (fluffies!)

This is my first, o f f i c i a l tumblr fanfic, so woo! I ' m f c k i n g t e r r i f i e d -anyway, this is a FatGum x reader, because Tai is the cutest thing and I don't see enough of him. I'll be doing some of my personal favorites from the anime, ranging from popular to underrated characters, so I hope anyone who comes across this weird mess enjoys it! Leave a comment, or like, or smth, because I think this will be really cool, and i wanna be like those other awesome fanfic writers one day- anyways, byeee!

Word count: Idk dude, I'm on mobile-(it's a lot tho, trust me-)

Warnings: Mild cursing, also make sure to brush your teeth afterwards, cause this will give you a toothache from the sweetness-

A box. Wait, what? Where did it come from? Who put it there? Is this a prank? It smells like…Takoyaki?!? Fatgum rushed to his desk, opening the pastel purple box sat neatly on his desk. ¨Yes! Morning snack!¨ He cheered whilst fist pumping the air. Fatgum reached to take a piece of the octopus goodness, but hesitated, for just a moment. His smile faltered, and he took a second to evaluate, his hero instincts shining through. Poison? Intruder? Stalker? However, the mouth-watering smell of his newly-acquired treat pulled him sultrily out of his cautiousness, and Fatgum gave in to the temptation, devouring the takoyaki in mere seconds. He made sure to be careful with the box though. ¨Ill ask Kirishima or Amajiki if they gave me this. Those kids are just the greatest!¨ He bounded out of his office in a rush to excitedly badger at his two son- interns, but he soon found that neither knew what he was talking about. They had just barely entered the agency for the first time since yesterday, so they had no part in this adorable gift Fat had received. Fatgum was slightly put off, but resolved that he would ask everyone at his agency personally, determined to find and thank the angel who gave him this thoughtful present. 

Its been about a month since then. After a week of daily takoyaki, Fatgum was wondering if he´d be destined to live a life of having takoyaki for breakfast when he opened his office door and froze. Fatgum had expected to see that same lavender(he checked) shaded box of goodness, but he was greeted with a rolled up bag sitting on top of a box, but it was a different shade of purple. His seemingly permanent smile grew tenfold and he giddily bounced over to his desk to investigate the new items he had been gifted. He opened the bag first, and took out a cup. Coffee. He was stunned. Not by the fact that his ´secret admirer´ had brought him coffee, nor was it the fact that they could have gotten it wrong. No, he was floored by the logo on the coffee cup. It was the logo of the small cat cafe down the street. Fatgum asks Kirishima and Amajiki to visit there almost everyday, though he insists its just for the coffee. Fatgum went there once to get himself a coffee his two children were busy, and he hasn´t gone back since. Not because the establishment was bad, no it adorable. The pastel color scheme, the friendly felines who endlessly entertained him, even the mere scent of the cafe brings a smile to his face, but for one reason, and one reason only.

You.

You, the one who owned, managed, and staffed the humble cafe all on your own. Fatgum could barely manage to keep professional, for he had no idea where he was supposed to direct his eyes. Your precious attitude, the excitable gleam in your eyes, your contagiously cute giggle, and your blush, oh the blush! Fatgum had told you a joke to ease his own nerves, but the waver in his tone and ok-at-best comedy skills only proved to make him even more anxious. That was, until he heard you laugh. You didn´t just laugh, no, because he had just found your weakness. Simple, honest, puns. You attempted to cover your mouth so you could save your dignity, but resistance was futile when you were hit with such a bad joke from such a cute man. You doubled over in pure, jovial, laughter, and at that moment, you thanked every Greek god that has ever lived that you two were the only ones occupying the shop at that moment. Well, besides all the spectating kittens. You were so caught up in that stupidly funny pun, you failed to notice that you were the only one laughing. 

Fatgum was speechless. Normally, hes the one laughing at his own jokes, but here you were, laughing. Not only that, but your laugh was heavenly. It was music to his ears, and he could hardly stomach the rush of feelings that had hit him. Embarrassment, anxiety, calm, joy, happiness, lo-…

Love? Did he love you?

He wanted to say no immediately, there was no way. But his rushing mind stopped once he heard you snort. You covered your mouth, hoping he hadn´t heard such an embarrassing sound come from you, but it only made you laugh harder, and soon you were snorting with every other breath. He couldn´t breathe. You snort when you laugh too hard??? His head was spinning with every wave of feeling that enveloped him. He felt like he was floating. He was on cloud nine simply from the fact that he could reduce you to giggles and snorts like this. He was so overwhelmed, yet relieved by your reaction. You had bashfully admitted to him that you had trouble opening up to others, and you had found it remarkable how easily he had broken down your walls as if they were nothing more than a breeze. He wondered if this meant he ad a chance. Talking with you was effortless, and brought him a level of joy he had never experienced. It made him wonder what else you two would get up to. His mind flashed with endless scenarios, you appearing in every single one. You on a date, shy smiles and ´accidentally´ bumping into each other every two seconds. You at his house, leaning into his chest as you stuff your faces with popcorn, hypnotized by a movie. You underneath him, your small frame dwarfed by his larger one, breathless and writhing. You in his office, sitting on his lap and snuggling him as he finishes up some paperwork.

He wanted you, with every thing he had. He wanted to have you, have fun with you, do things with you, go places with you. He wanted you childishly, so you two could bounce around the world together with reckless abandon. He wanted you selfishly, to pull you close where everyone could see, so no one would mistake that you were his. He wanted you devilishly, giving you endless kisses and lovebites, just to see you squirm and blush. He wanted you innocently, to sing karaoke at the top of his lungs with you, and do scavenger hunts for your anniversaries. He wanted you longingly, knowing that he could power through the villains, the mountains of paperwork, all of lifes bullshit, just so he could be greeted by your smile, the smile of a tried-and-true angel.

After that day, Fatgum never went back to your store. He knew that if he saw you again, with that illegally cute maid outfit and those entrancing eyes, he would be compelled to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, which is a level of mortification hes not ready for. The day after his return, he was so stunned by the mark your presence left on his very being that he began to notice that almost everything reminded him of you. The fluffiness of the clouds brought to his mind the cute way the frill on your outfit bounced in excitement. The soft shades of blues and purples at nighttime reminded him of the perfect lighting of your cafe as he passed it late at night. Hell, his assistants cat reminded him of you, and he noted every one of these things for his own sake, but he never realized just how loud he gets when hes in his own head. His muttering got louder and more distracting, to the point that he would daydream at every possible moment, dreamily sighing your name like a mantra. Taishiro Toyomistu, an established pro-hero, a fully functioning adult, had been reverted back to a love-sick teenage boy. It was almost pathetic, yet he made up for by how excited even the mention of you made him. It piqued his interns interests, and they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Amajiki was currently rethinking his entire life. His decisions, his friendships, his entire existence was being heavily reevaluated. How did he let Kirishima talk him into this? His underclassman who he thought was just beginning to understand what boundaries are, had somehow, by some absolutely-mystical-means, convinced him to hide in his mentors cabinet to watch for some mystery person leaving snacks for him. He couldve been training, he couldve been eating, hell, he couldve even been talking with Mirio and Nejire, but no. Here he was, cramped between a shelf and crates of paperwork, staking out someone who he doesnt know, and hoping that he wont have to wait for too long stuck in this position. He was about to adjust himself to leave the cabinet and forget this whole plan, when the office door creaked open, the annoyingly loud squeeeak making the person wince as they continued to open it. Amajiki froze, barely containing his squeak of fear as he watched in awe as the door opened but...n-no one was there???

Amajiki blinked, wondering if was just a stray breeze, or some ghostly apparition, which brought tears of terror to his precious eyes from the mere thought. He blinked his tears away hastily, and looked back to reassure himself that no one was there, and even if they were, they were probably friendly. Or, at the very least, he could overpower anyone with relative ease, but he choked on his own reassurance. One second, there was no one, the next, there was you. You, the girl from the cafe, had just appeared out of thin air! You were the one leaving the snacks for Fatgum! Amajiki gawked as you set down the periwinkle box of cupcakes, along with the bag that contained his mentors coffee, brewed to perfection and made with so much love that he could feel it from his hiding spot. He stayed as still as possible, silently spectating as you arranged the snacks neatly while humming a sweet tune, as if you were in the comfort of your own home. You decided that you had adjusted the box by .1% enough times, and you smiled warmly at the box, before jumping at the sound of Fatgum's voice, laughing joyously at something while steadily getting closer to the office you both were in. You panicked and ran behind the door, closing it fully before he got too close, so as not to seem suspicious. Amajiki had blinked only once, and then you were gone again, and Fatgum had opened the door, bringing the operation to a screeching halt. When Amajiki reported back to Kirishima, he realayed back what he had witnessed to an excitable Kirishima, who jumped for joy when he heard that it was you. 

¨I knew it!¨ Kirishima exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. He had guessed beforehand that you were the one leaving such a heart-warming gift for his mentor, and now his next meal was paid for, which he was very happy about.

Fatgum was accompanying Kirishima and Amajiki to his favorite restaurant after a surprisingly peaceful patrol, and they knew they had to tell him then, when they had a peaceful moment to relax. So, they told him.

¨Hey Fat, I just wanted to let you know that…¨ Kirishima started, looking over at Fatgum from his menu, but his sentence was soon forgotten. He, and Amajiki, were staring incredulously at Fatgum, who was currently trying to disappear into his jacket. ¨F-fatgum?¨ Amajiki asked shakily. ¨Whats w-wrong? A-a-are there villains here?!¨ He looked around in alarm, but there were no immediate threats in sight. What had shaken their fearless mentor up so severely? Fatgum simply shook his head, and laid his forehead down on the cool table in hopes of soothing his burning face. Kirishima and Amajiki looked at Fatgum, then to each other in confusion. They both shrugged and went to comfort him when they heard a giggle that caught their attention. Normally that wouldn’t matter at a time like this, but that giggle triggered something in Fatgum and the most obvious shiver went down his spine at the sound. Amajiki, who was across the booth from Fat and Kirishima peered from around his seat to see who it was and gasped. He looked back at Fatgum, then mouthed to Kirishima ¨Its the girl from the cafe!¨ Kirishima gaped, standing up to get a better look. Sure enough, there you were, chatting with a friend who worked the reception booth at the establishment. You were there for your weekly shipment of leftover supplies from the restaurant that you could use for your sweets, but Fatgum didnt know that. All Fatgum could think of is how embarrassing it would be if you saw him cowering like a child in your mere presence. But even then, he couldnt get over how absolutely stunning you looked in casual clothes. He was thoroughly surprised at the fact that you werent already up and married when he met you, because you were simultaneously everything he wanted and needed, and not at all what he was expecting. You were funny, smart, and cute, but he knew there were worlds of things hiding behind your bright eyes. You were perfect. You were everything. You were-

Poke

¨T-Toyom-m-mistu? Ar-are you ok? You seem a b-bit sick or som-something?¨

You were right next to him, poking his arm. You were blushing almost as fiercely as him, for multiple reasons. 1. you were right next to someone who instantly caught your heart in his excessively large hands as soon as you met him, and you were poking him. 2. His two interns were staring you down so intensely that you began to wonder if you ever should have walked over in the first place. and 3. is he sick or not?!? You just wanted to make sure hes ok, and maybe kinda possibly ask him why he hasnt visited the shop in a while. But it doesnt seem like thats gonna happen. You kept your voice down because you knew that if a commotion happened that you would actually be sick from fright, but you couldnt help the worry that bubbled in your gut at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Fatgum was just about ready to fucking combust. He wanted to look up, he wanted to see your soft, caring features and the look of concern that was undoubtedly on your face, but he knew impulse would  overtake him. He barely managed to keep from making a fool of himself in front of you and everyone who knew him, and he felt backed into a corner. His mind was racing, and he couldnt even feel his heart beating anymore. His breath was getting heavy, but he barely noticed it. He was driving himself mad, slowly devolving into a panic that he didnt know was enveloping him, nor did he know how to get out of it. All he could think of was you, how disgusted you would be by him if he proposed to you, how you would walk away from him if he said the wrong thing. He wanted you, but he cant have you, and he doesn't know what to-

¨Taishiro!¨ you exclaimed, no longer worried about making a scene. You wrenched his head up from the table and pressed his forehead against yours. He stared wordlessly at you, his thoughts going silent for just a moment, and that was all you needed. ¨Taishiro, look at me, ok? You're ok. I've got you.¨ You spoke softly to him, phrases that you're soothing voice spoke to him. Things he could only imagine from his wildest dreams. His breathing slowed as he slowly came back to his senses, forgetting all about his panic in favor of taking in you. He made no effort to move, because he was completely content on being this close to you forever. He was astonished by you, how you could calm his mind and steal his heart all at once, but the thing he couldnt draw away from was your eyes. They held no pity, however in it's place was the light of experience. You held him not because you pitied him, but because you knew his fear, and wanted to take it away, if only for a moment. He couldnt help but tear up at the genuineness in your gaze, the gaze that you never broke, not even for a second. You had grabbed his arm as he sunk, pulling him back up, and encouraging him to let you help him. You knew what it felt like to be stuck with no one to help, so you told him to relax, let himself be helped just this once, all without any words. All you needed was to look into his eyes and he could understand everything you tried so desperately to convey to him for months. You lost control of your filter as you soothed him, letting slip how much you missed him and his goofy smile, and how undeniably happy he made you. You brought him onto his feet and carried him up, and as you unknowingly whispered "That was when I knew that I loved you", he could see the bright glowing light that enveloped you. You really were an angel. He could see your halo, your soft wings, but overall he saw your heavenly smile, one that begged him to respond, as you were losing confidence at an alarming rate. At that moment, he broke into the brightest, cutest, and dorkiest grin you had ever witnessed, and it melted your heart all over again. He leaped up in a flash, and before you knew it, he had you bridalstyle in his arms with dizzying speed. You squealed in fear, but relaxed as you saw him gaze down at you lovingly. You smiled back shyly, and buried your face in his chest when you could hear the restaurant goers cheering at the display, He carried you out of the restaurant in a valiant display, and his remark as you both exited made the cheers of the onlookers sound deafening, and it drove your blush all the way down to your ears in shock.

¨Hey sweetcheeks, we should get married!¨

~End~

I hope you enjoyed it! It took me about three days to finish, cause online school, but this was awesome. I legitimately love this one, and this probably the only one I've finished and was satisfied with. If you like it, pls let me know cause I already adore this, and I wanna share with the world, no matter how scary it might be. Anyways, this has gotten long, so I'm gonna bounce. Gotta start the next one. Bye-bye!💜

[imagineanime2022]

Pro Heroes With A Mogwai

Shota Aizawa X Reader, Taishiro Toyomistu X Reader, Rumi Usagiyama X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader.

Requested: Anon

Request: OMG!! Your story of the LOV with a Mogwai was so adorable I loved it. 😍 may I please request one with the pro heroes? I honestly wouldn’t trust Fat gum with the gremlin or Hawks It would’ve been a disaster if one of them broke the rules? But that would be hilarious for the rest of us.🤣 AND OMG, can you imagine the chaos if the heroes (Shota, Fatgum Mirko, Hawks,) had to deal with a Mogwai? Oh my gosh, And they would look to S/O and reader just says “don’t look at me, I warned you about what was gonna happen so technically this is all on you?”😂 they had no idea what they were in for.🤣 AND I’m a little bit curious about how the pro heroes would deal with a gremlin on their side (I guarantee, fat gum, would break the rules by giving him snacks after midnight🤣) but my gosh, Reader did try to warn them, but my goodness just thinking about it makes my head hurt?😂 AND I loved the story about the villains with a Mogwai I thought was adorable😍 but can you imagine the chaos, that the heroes would have had to deal with if they got a Mogwai? they would think it’s cute and adorable but then Reader warned them, and now they have a gremlin on their hands?😂

Shota Aizawa

🐛 Second best at listening to what you said, mostly because he was too lazy to do anything about it and second because his ability made it easy to get rid of him when something happened. 🐛 He was definitely too lazy to break the rules but that didn’t mean that he stopped the little trouble makers from doing it by himself. He has actually watched him from the sleeping bag as he climbed the cupboards and stole food. 🐛 He didn’t mind having the little one around especially after Eri came to live with you, he helped her feel more at ease. 🐛 Just know that if anything ever goes wrong he’s never going to admit that he had anything to do with it or that there was even a problem in the first place.

You had just gone to the shop to grab some things for dinner, you had left Mogwai at home because he was in even more trouble when you had to take him to a shopping center or food market. Aizawa was sitting on the sofa watching Eri on the floor as she practiced reading with the little creature.

Honestly Shota looked away for what felt like a second before Eri gasped, he glanced back to see that she had knocked over the cup of water that she had been drinking from. In all honesty he should have moved it the moment that the little gremlin shuffled over to sit with her but he had been too comfortable on the sofa to actually move and stop the problem before it happened. “Shota… You were supposed to be watching them.” He heard you say from the door as it closed behind you. “You can’t even see them yet, there’s nothing wrong.” Shota grumbled as he activated your quirk, eliminating the problem before you could see it. “You know that I can feel when there’s something going on with him right?” You asked as you walked through the living room and into the kitchen, catching the small giggle from Eri as she stood from where she had been sitting and followed you. “It wasn't Aizawa’s fault, I knocked over the water.” She said and you smiled at her. “Thank you for your honesty, don’t worry everything is fine.” You said as you waved your hand the little Mogwai appeared again and climbed onto her shoulder. “See no problem.” Aizawa said from where he was leaning against the door frame. “Yeah because you would never lie to me.” You rolled your eyes as you started packing everything, and Aizawa walked over to the sink putting the cup in there. “Don’t be like that.” He said softly. “Help me cook and I’ll let it go.” You said. “Fine.” He answered moving over to the sink to wash his hands while you unpacked everything.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

🍭 Third best because you know that he wanted to follow every rule and for the most part he did, there was only one that he struggled with. 🍭 Mogwai realised that he could get food from Tai really easily and that didn’t change after the 12:00am mark since he was often up for a midnight snack or something. Partly because he feels bad and partly because he forgot what you said. 🍭 There’s obviously no way of hiding what he’s done and he never tries to, instead he’ll gently wake you and ask you to fix it. 🍭 It became a routine if either one of you ended up staying at the others apartment.

Taishiro was up again to get a midnight snack and he promised himself that he wasn’t going to wake you up because he wasn’t going to feed the little Mogwai. For the most part he did well, he told him no and quickly ate the snack he had gotten for himself unfortunately in it’s attempts to get to his snack the Mogwai ended up falling in the sink. “Oh no.” Taishiro breathed as he watched the second Mogwai appear. “Stop doing that! We were supposed to let them sleep.”

“Babe.” You heard your boyfriend's voice and groaned. “What did you do this time?” You asked “you fed him again didn’t you?” “No I actually didn’t.” He answered, that made you open your eyes, you glanced at him and you couldn’t help the giggle. “You got him wet?” You asked. “He tried to steal the snack but he fell in the sink.” He explained scratching the back of his head. “I was trying to make sure that we didn’t wake you.” “Aww don’t worry, it’s an easy fix,” you said, concentrating on your ability and bringing the number back down to 1 little monster for you both to deal with. “Did you get your snack?” “Yeah.” Tai answered as he settled back into bed and pulled you into his chest. “Good, get some rest Tai.” You said softly. “You too sweets.” He said burying his face in your shoulder.

Rumi Usagiyama

🐇 Okay so let's be honest she is probably the best out of the bunch when it comes to listening AND carrying them out. 🐇 Rumi has never really wanted a pet or anything akin to it so it’s very much your responsibility, about the only thing that she does is cuddle it. 🐇 The little Mogwai will try and get her to break the rules but she’s not easily manipulated. 🐇 No matter what he asks for she just tells him “ask the carer.”

Rumi was sitting in the living room, she could hear you in the kitchen but her attention was drawn away from the TV to look down at the small creature sitting at her feet. “What?” She asked, it made a noise putting out it’s little paws, she raised an eyebrow before looking at the clock. “Ask the carer.” She answered as you glanced towards the kitchen, the little mogwai made a noise similar to a grumbling child before she picked him up and walked towards the kitchen. “Your child wants something.” Rumi said placing the little creature on the countertop next to you, you glanced at it before looking at her. “Happen to know what he wants?” You asked. “Don’t know, he just stuck his little hands out at me.” She answered. “He wants a snack.” You muttered as you again looked at the clock “Uh huh.” She grunted as you pointed to the small container on the other counter. “Those are his, he can have one.” You said as you continued washing the dishes. Rumi walked over to the container choosing one of the little treats and handing it to the Mogwai on the counter who sat down munching on the treat that he had been given. “You know it’s not that bad having him around.” She said softly as she wrapped an arm around your waist holding you to her chest. “I'm glad that you think so.” You said softly as you started drying off your hands. “Come on, we can all watch a movie or somethin’.” Mirko said as she pulled you back towards the living room scooping up your little Mogwai as she went, insistent on a sort of family time before she headed back to work the next morning.

Keigo Takami

🪶 The worst, 0/10 because he didn’t even listen to you when you told him what the rules were. He looked like he was listening but trust me he wasn’t. 🪶 Literally uses it to get back at you when you have little arguments, or if he really didn’t want to have the argument at hand. 🪶 90% of the time he didn’t cause too much trouble because he worked so much but in the 10% of time that he was home it was chaos. 🪶 He was never the one that had to deal with the incidents that occurred after his reckless behaviour.

You should have known that this would happen, you had left the room to go to the toilet, you had literally been gone for 5 minutes, 10 at most but the carnage that you were looking at made it seem like you had been gone all day. Your eyes moved to your boyfriend where he was sleeping on the sofa, from what you could see his foot had knocked the cup over where the Mogwai had been curled up and now there was a large number of the creatures littering the large living room, so many that you had to be careful where you stood. “What the hell Keigo!?” You asked as you looked at them, he jumped out of his sleep looking around. “What are you yelling about?” He asked. “You wet Mogwai.” You sighed and he looked at you blankly. “Is that one of the rules?” He asked. “Yes!” You answered. “God there are so many rules.” He grumbled relaxingly back into the chair. “There are 3 rules!” You said holding up the same number of fingers “don’t get him wet. Don’t feed him after midnight. Do not shine a bright light on him. Easy.” “What happens if you shine a bright light on him?” He asked. “Don’t you dare, if you kill him because of your curiosity, the world will be needing a new No.2 hero.” You warned him. “Uh huh, fix it and come over here.” He muttered, lifting his hand towards you. “Tch.” You grunted before fixing the problem that he made before walking over to him, you flicked his nose “if I have to tell you one more time, I won’t be staying here again.” “Alright baby.” He mumbled wrapping himself around you as if that would stop you from leaving, you just rolled your eyes and snuggled deciding you have this conversation when he was more awake.

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[lostcoves]

ft. taishiro toyomitsu (fatgum) x gn!reader

genre: angst with a bittersweet ending 

wc & warnings: 1.7k | hospitals, blood, bus crash, alcohol, drunk!(y/n)

premise: your first day in university of tokyo hospital’s emergency room is surely a day to remember.

note: my contribution to @instantnuma​’s love hospital collab! i had a blast writing this piece as someone who comes from generations of medical personnel! hope you all enjoy!

university of tokyo hospital, home to some of the most renowned minds in the medical profession.

and somehow you ended up here as an intern in their emergency department.

why the emergency room of all places? couldn’t they have assigned you to pediatrics?! you loved kids! kids were cute! why did it have to be the emergency room?

you panicked easily, ironic for someone who just graduated medical school to pursue a career in medicine. at least, you weren’t a surgeon. you knew your limits.

you hovered by the nurse’s station, unsure what to do. you were supposed to meet your attending, dr. toyomitsu. yet, they were nowhere to be seen.

damnit, did my attending really flake on my first day? you thought to yourself, shuffling a bit by the nurse station.

BAM! the doors of the emergency room swung open, revealing a large blond handsome man performing cpr on the person attached to the stretcher. the paramedics wheeled the wounded in and the handsome man began shouting orders.

“kirishima, i need fifteen milligrams of morphine, stat! get me some wrap for this sucking chest wound, too!” the man commanded the room with an iron fist.

you couldn’t help but watch in all, as the handsome man treated the patient’s wound. a spiky redhead- you assumed to be kirishima- appeared behind you with morphine and wrap, securing the patient’s wound while nurses hooked the patient up to the machines.

“page the OR, amajiki. this man is gonna need major surgery,” the handsome man directed an indigo haired man. the other man- amajiki- got on the phone and informed the operating room of the patient.

you could only stand in awe, as the patient was whisked away into surgery. you slowly clapped at the heroism of the man before you, “sir, that was—”

“all in a day’s work,” he answered with a lopsided grin.

“your clothes, though..” you pointed out the man’s blood soaked shirt and pants. he shrugged it off and commented, “i’ll be changing into my scrubs anyway.”

“scrubs? you’re a doctor?” well, duh he was a doctor. why else would the medical personnel listen to him?

“yup! i’m doctor taishiro toyomitsu! but everyone calls me dr. fats!” he exclaimed, extending a hand to you.

your eyes widened at his name, “you- you’re my boss! i’m doctor (l/n), (y/n) (l/n). i just graduated form medical school.”

“ah! my new intern, great!” he was such a positive ball of energy. you just realized that he towered over you, now that he was off the stretcher. what a big fellow! he then added to you, “lemme introduce you to my residents. they’ll be here to help you out, as well.”

dr. toyomitsu gestured to the redhead and indigo haired duo from earlier, “this is doctor eijiro kirishima, second year resident, and doctor tamaki amajiki, fourth year resident.”

the redhead- kirishima- waved excitedly at you, “it’s good to meet you, dr. (l/n)! welcome to the team!”

the indigo haired man- amajiki- hung his head low, “uh huh.. good to have you on- on the team.”

“now that introductions are out of the way!” dr. toyomitsu grabbed a white coat off the coat rack, “let’s get to work, folks.”

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you collapsed in the on call room, exhausted and sweaty from the past eleven hours of your first shift. suture after suture, panicky parent after panicky parent.. god, why did you make emergency medicine your second choice after pediatrics?

“hey,” dr. toyomitsu took a seat next to you in the on call room, “sucks that your first day was a twelve hour shift, huh?”

“i haven’t been this exhausted since last year’s finals,” you grumbled.

dr. toyomitsu laughed, “you’re funny.”

“i am?” you questioned.

“you are,” he paused, “what made you decide to choose emergency medicine as your speciality?”

“they ran out of openings for internships with pediatrics,” you replied honestly.

“okay so what made emergency medicine your second choice?” dr. toyomitsu reframed the question.

you pondered on it– you didn’t think you had a really good answer– so you decided to speak from the heart.

“emergency medicine is crucial for saving lives and i wanna save as many lives as possible,” you answered. dr. toyomistu sensed your sincerity and gave you a smile, “and i’m sure you will achieve just that but be aware.. sometimes you can’t save everyone.”

you opened your mouth to respond when dr. toyomistu’s pager went off. he checked the device and leapt to his feet, “bus crash. all hands on deck! you wanna save as many lives as possible? now it’s time for you to prove it.”

you sat up and ran after dr. toyomitsu into the emergency room, horrified by the scene before you. so many injured, some strapped to stretchers and others dragging themselves inside. 

“doctor! we got a red!” a paramedic hollered to you. you rushed over to the stretcher and yelled, “what do we got?!”

“female, age seven! possible internal bleeding and multiple fractures!” the second paramedic exclaimed. you stared down at the little girl and froze. she was so small, caked in blood and her dress in ruins. god, no. she was too young, too young and innocent.

“doctor, we need to act fast!” the first paramedic shouted.

“yes!” tears stained the little girl’s dress, “get me an iv and a cocktail of vitamin k, plasma, blood, and platelets! stat!”

a trio of nurses ran over with the supplies and hooked the girl up to an iv, administering the cocktail into her body. you checked her vitals and sighed in relief, she was stable.

“we gotta find her parents, what’s her name?” you asked the paramedics.

“only form of id was on her backpack,” the second paramedic handed you the girl’s belongings. the name ‘yuki’ was sewn on with purple thread. you frowned, “get the cops and child protective services. we need to find her family.”

“i’ll do that,” one of nurses spoke up.

“thank you,” you turned your attention back to the unconscious girl. you gently stroked her fine black hair, “we’re gonna find your family, kiddo. i promise.”

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all the living injured were treated after three hours. your heart hardened from the sight of doctors having to inform family members that their loved ones didn’t make it. but your mind kept wandering to little yuki. you had to find her family.

“any word on your kid’s missing family?” dr. toyomitsu took you aside, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. you shook your head and answered, “i’m scared that they were on the bus with her and.. and..” you sniffled, you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“come here,” you and dr. toyomitsu embraced, tears flowing freely from your (e/c) eyes. you wanted yuki to return home safe, that was all you wanted for her. you and dr. toyomitsu ended the hug, you staring up at the attending with sad eyes, “thank you.”

“of course,” he answered before checking his watch, “looks like we’re off the clock. wanna grab a drink?”

“sure, i could use one after day,” you sighed. the two of you went your separate ways to change clothes before meeting outside the hospital’s entrance. dr. toyomitsu looked good in a fresh change of clothes.

“i wanna praise you for surviving your first day on the job,” dr. toyomitsu mused aloud when you both arrived at the bar, “most interns don’t make it to hour ten, much less the whole shift. plus, the way you handled the bus crash cases, i applaud you.”

“well, don’t,” you grumbled, “i froze up when it came to yuki.”

“but she didn’t die,” he countered.

“she almost did,” you fired back with a glare.

dr. toyomitsu’s expression softened, “okay. maybe you did freeze up but what’s important is that you didn’t freeze up for too long.”

“i guess..” you waved down the bartender and ordered a rum and cola. 

“you’ll have a better day tomorrow. i can already sense it,” the handsome doctor commented to you. you laughed bitterly and exhaled, “one can only hope so,” before downing your rum and cola.

“i wish- i wish i could be like you,” you hiccuped, three rum and colas in. dr. toyomitsu, on the other hand, was five drinks in and holding it well. he raised an eyebrow at you and asked, “what do you mean?”

“you.. you’re so confident and cool!” you giggled, “like a superhero! and you’re hot, sooooo hot!”

dr. toyomitsu blushed at your words but he chalked it up to you being drunk, “thank you, dr. (l/n). that makes a lot to me.”

“of course!” you playfully nudged him, “but we’re off- off the clock! call me (y/n)! okie dokie? i’m (y/n)!”

“okay, (y/n). only if you call me taishiro.”

“okayyyyy, taishirooooo!”

time seemed to fly, as you drunkenly interacted with your boss. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere but you felt your inhibitions slip away. taishiro had to cut you off after drink number five, not wanting you to get sick from the alcohol. 

“lemme get you a cab,” taishiro took you outside the bar and called you a cab.

“i don’t wanna leave you!” you whined. 

“you’ll see me tomorrow,” he chuckled.

loopy, you grabbed onto taishiro for stability and slammed your lips sloppily against his. taishiro tensed up from the kiss and pulled away.

“i’m sorry,” you hiccuped, tears in your eyes, “i’m drunk.”

“that you are,” he agreed.

“i’m so scared for yuki.

“i know. i am, too.”

a long pause.

“i wanna kiss you again.”

another pause.

“i wanna kiss you, too.”

so the two of you kissed, logic and reason out the window. taishiro’s lips tasted like candy, oh how you loved the taste. you pulled away from the kiss for air and smiled.

“see you tomorrow.”

“see yah, (y/n).”

maybe you two could kiss again when neither of you were drunk.