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How would you imagine Taikoura would play out in the 2020 reboot? And do you have any moments from the anime where you you imagined this ship shining through?
Mhhh, that's a very interesting question. I have probably memorized all of their most prominent interactions - and less obvious/just implied ones - in the OG anime timeline and usually base my OT3 ideas on that specific version of them as well. But I gotta say... Reboot!Taikoura has its own appeal. In fact, while both versions have several things in common, there are still aspects about them that could - potentially - play out very differently. It all comes down to their different set-ups and personalities (and also a little bit of imagination, because one might argue that the reboot characters are not as fleshed out/deep as their OG counterparts, but that's all a matter of perspective). I will probably compile a post with their most interesting moments at some point, but it's fun to theorize for a bit, shall we?
Let's start with the things both OG!Taikoura and Reboot!Taikoura have in common to establish our baseline. In my opinion, that's exactly three things: 1.) Taichi and Sora already go "a long way back" in both timelines and have a solid foundation as we enter the series. Which gets displayed time and time again by Taiora being portrayed as football duo that is incredibly devoted to (and soft with) one another, even framing Sora as a second in command every now and then. Unfortunately, the OG!football trio does not exist in this timeline - but that doesn't keep Koushirou from swooning over them anyway.
2.) Taichi is basically Koushirou's first "real life" friend and it shows. While OG!Koushirou is seeming more independent and confident in his skills (and masks his insecurities a lot), Reboot!Koushirou only really discovers his self-esteem through the encouragement of their bond (+ Tentomon).
3.) This is probably the more interesting aspect, which is both the same and yet portrayed more visibly than in the OG: The fact that, due to point 1 and 2 combined, Sora and Koushirou are LITERALLY Taichi's knights. Team Light exists for a reason and that is to have these two being constantly framed together to be a.) worrying about Taichi, b.) fighting by his side/to protect him, c.) sending him their energy.
I maintain that the OG was very adamant about framing Koura to be completely ride or die for Taichi as well, but it was never as visibly obvious as it is here. And while Taichi is basically very omni-shippable with the majority of the cast in the reboot anyway, he reciprocates their attitude in particular by CONSTANTLY praising both of them in ways that encourage and enable them to become stronger as well. He helps them to overcome their own insecurities and boundaries for the sake of supporting him and recognizing the true nature of their crests. One could also say: Love and Knowledge can only really thrive when Courage is involved. And the "awesome counter" has been broken by now anyway.
As mentioned in my Taishirou comparison analysis before, that also means there isn't a lot of friction between the three of them - but who doesn't like a peaceful iteration of their favourite OT3 every once in a while, huh?
While the bond between Taichi with Sora and Koushirou respectively is, as mentioned above, very elaborated upon in regards to both individual bonding moments and the "knighthood", Koura don't get as much time to bond individually with each other outside of that. There are some cute moments, but outside of their devotion to Taichi, they still have quite a way to go.
But either way, there is a lot of potential and the fondness is definitely there, so aside from basically all Team Light moments and all those I have already shown above, these are also some honorary mentions. Because these kids are positively enchanted by each other and nobody can tell me otherwise (with episode 36 and 50 probably being my favourites):
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One route to rule them all - Chapter 11
One route to rule them all, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 11.
Summary: Kirishima and Bakugou are complete strangers. Can you control their fate and make them meet and fall in love? (A choose your route story)
Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fat Gum), Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto.
Rating: Explicit
CW: NSFW, violence, drug use/abuse/addiction, alcohol use/abuse/addiction, strong language, character death.
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A sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes. All my fears… There’s no way such an attractive man would even talk to me, let alone look at me.
I’m not good enough for him.
“No. I can’t do it.” I whisper, dejected. I intertwine my fingers on my lap and look at them instead of at Denki, who I know is staring at me accusatively; I can feel his gaze on me.
“Okay, then.” He replies, leaning back against his own chair. “Don’t do it. It’s okay.”
“You’re angry. Please don’t be angry.”
“Nah, I’m not angry. I can’t say I’m not disappointed though. I am a little bit. But it’s your choice after all, I just never knew you were such a chicken…”
“Denks…”
“It’s okay, bro, as I said, your choice. But… out of curiosity, which one is he? Is he that blond dude over there?”
“Yeah…”
“He’s totally your type.”
“Shut up, I don’t have a type!”
“Look, you have a type, I have a type, we all have types.”
I’m not prepared to argue with him any more so I just let it go.
Denki sighs quietly. “I’ll go get us some more drinks.”
He gets up and squeezes my shoulder lightly as he walks past me.
A few minutes go by and he’s still not back so I decide to turn around. My eyes fall on the two blonds and I watch in horror as they kiss, Denki's arms wrapped around his neck and tiny waist, his fingers intertwining in short, spiky hair.
I can only imagine what it feels like, silky to the touch despite its gruff appearance, much like the look of the man it belongs to.
I bite my lower lip, feeling my tummy turn uncomfortably. I feel so hurt and betrayed. I only want to go home.
Or maybe I should confront Denki?
Go to chapter 64 if you go home (coming soon)
Go to chapter 65 if you confront Denki (coming soon)
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Predetermined Fate
by HoneyyBunn
Sir Nighteyes foresight was correct this time but he didn't say anything. Maybe that's what caused the fight to turn in a way nobody was ready to imagine. Deku was a strong young hero but offen never thought before he moved. Despite All might saying that's a trait heros have, it's also a trait that idiots bare on their shoulders.
Words: 1058, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Uraraka Ochako, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Kirishima Eijirou, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Hadou Nejire, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Midoriya Inko, Melissa Shield, Aoyama Yuuga, Iida Tenya, Ojiro Mashirao, Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Hagakure Tooru, Yaoyorozu Momo
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio
Additional Tags: Manga & Anime, Crime Fighting, My Hero Academia Spoilers, Best Friends, Character Death, Protective Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Sobbing, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine (My Hero Academia), Crying Bakugou Katsuki, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Dead Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko Needs a Hug, Class 1-A Needs Therapy (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A Needs a Hug (My Hero Academia)
source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52462207
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Can we get fatgum, Iida, shinso, and tamaki with an s/o who consistently skips meals?
Warning: possible eating disorder
Fatgum
No no no, sweetie, you can’t just not eat!
Its not healthy to skip meals, so he’ll want you to eat more food
Theres a billion different reasons as to why you might be doing that, but whatever it is his mindset is that is completely not healthy and he doesn’t want you hurting yourself
He’ll buy food and be like “sweetie look at this! Doesn’t it look good? Come eat some!”
IIda
Also very worried about you
Because whatever the reason its generally not a good thing to not eat enough
So if youre not eating enough every day because you skip meals - expect a lot of lectures from him
He’ll ask about the specific reason why you skip meals, and he’ll try to help you stop based on what you say - he just wants you to be healthy
Shinsou
First he’ll pinpoint the exact reason, like is it because youre trying to lose weight? Or youre stressed? Or just not hungry for some reason?
He’ll slowly try to get you into being more comfortable eating meals again, even if its just giving you little snacks throughout the day
He’ll be fairly calm about it as long as youre trying to do better, but if you get sick he’ll get pissed about it
Doesn’t want you hurting yourself for any reason, so he’s gonna try and make sure youre as healthy as youre able to be
Tamaki
He probably wouldn’t bring it up until he saw you doing it constantly
He doesnt wanna bring it up if its touchy or something, so he’ll try to subtly offer you food
He eats a lot so he’ll just casually offer you some whenever he eats to try to get you to eat something at least
Will only bring it up if you faint or something because youre not eating - then he’s gonna want to find a way to get you to be able to/more comfortable with eating more food
#fatgum#fatgum headcanons#fatgum imagine#fatgum x reader#taishirou imagine#taishirou#taishiro x reader#taishiro toyomitsu#shinsou#shinsou x reader#shinsou hitoshi#shinsou headcanons#shinsou imagine#iida#iida headcanons#iida imagine#iida x reader#iida tenya#tamaki#tamaki amajiki imagine#tamaki amajiki x reader#tamaki x reader#tamaki amajiki#bnha#mha
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Sugar
Fatgum x Reader
Three hundred follower special.
That is insane!!! Holy crap you guys!! Over 300 followers? I was surprised at 200, you have no idea how psyched I am!
This story took a LOT of time and I am so mentally exhausted over it. I love it, but I also never want to see it again. Lol! I am in LOVE with the idea of reader as a candy maker and I will be playing around with that idea in the future.
TW!! :
Abuse, voice shaming, personality shaming, toxic relationship in general (not Fatgum), not explicit depression.
Read at your own risk.
Stay safe, I love you.
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“Do you ever stop talking?” Those words were thrown around carelessly with no intention of helping you to become a better person, yet you answered them.
“Why,” you mulled over the question. “I guess I just got excited, I’m sorry.”
“God! It’s fine, just stop talking around me okay? Loud noises give me head aches.” You nodded at the seemingly innocent request. You could trust them. They were your best friend.
— — —
It became harder and harder to talk out loud, the words of your closest friend bouncing through your head.
— — —
“Excuse me?” You tapped your friend’s shoulder lightly.
“What!? I’m trying to tell you about my last trip to the mall and you keep interrupting me! Can you just shut up for five minutes and let me tell you something I’m excited about?” You were stunned by their words. How could you be so selfish? Of course they were telling you something important! Why do you talk so much?
— — —
Boiling sugar was poured onto a metal table for it to cool. You pulled out your “sugar scissors” as you called them, and cut seamlessly through the hot sweetness.
The candy shop’s workers were quiet, the only speaking was done by the families on the other side of the glass. The taffy stretcher named “Chelsea” was whirring in the background noise as you used a metal rod to fold the cooling candy in on itself. You used your gloved hands to stretch the heavy blob into a flatter square.
One of the interesting things about this particular candy shop was that the candy was made without fake flavors. Most taffy makers make a white base then add the flavors and colors, but your family’s shop made candy from real ingredients like chocolate and mint leaves; vanilla and pecans. It was hard work but you had plenty of helpful hands to make it easier.
The door of the shop rang, big footsteps trailed in but you didn’t look away from the sugar you were lifting onto the hard candy roller.
Cries of, “Fatgum! Fatgum!” had you looking up from cutting the candy canes.
The pro hero Fatgum stood in front of the register, now surrounded by children reaching up at him, trying to hug him or be picked up. The big man waved happily at the children and gave autographs to the parents. When his big eyes reached yours, you quickly averted eye contact and looked at the work of cutting and twisting the blue and green canes.
Soon the excitement of a hero slowed and Fatgum was finally able to open his mouth to order.
“I want whatever that beautiful woman over there is making.” His words made you look up to see who he was talking about; your sister or maybe even one of the other employees? But when you lifted your gaze, his finger was pointed at you.
Twelve candy canes, fifty-eight salt water taffies, and three bags of caramel covered pretzels. You didn’t mean to memorize the order but it was one that soon was etched into your brain. Fatgum started visiting your father’s candy shop more often and you saw the tall man’s smiles more often as well.
He ordered the same thing every time and it fascinated you, why didn’t he get tired of the same food all the time? And more over, how did he eat it all so quickly? He was getting close to two visits a week buying the same things!
You walked into the back room and started putting on your uniform. Your thoughts wandered to your best friend and the stories they would tell you. It made you mad that you interrupted people too much. Your mind stopped the avalanche of self destruction when your dad walked in with a towel around his neck.
“Hey, pumpkin, I want you working register today.” He used the towel to jokingly whip you and you backed away with a fake gasp.
“How dare you hit me! I’ll have to show you who’s boss!” You ran up and grabbed his back, trying to pull him down to your height. You giggled as your dad grabbed your arms and pulls them off of him.
“Why do I have to work register?” You asked after the excitement died down you turned to the old metal sink jutting out of the wall to wash your hands.
“We’re down a couple employees and I need a smiling face to cover for ‘em.”
“Who’s out?” You asked, curiosity taking over your other senses.
“The twins. Their grandparents just passed in a plane crash and they needed to be with their family.” Your dad loved his employees, he had a big heart. You wouldn’t be surprised if he gave the sixteen year olds paid time off.
“That sucks,” you sighed, tying your apron on as you walked into the front room, “I’ll have to make them a warm meal then.” You nodded to yourself and stepped up to the cash register.
It was once again quiet as the loud whir and clanking of Chelsea stretching a batch of “Chocolate Marshmallow Supreme” filled the noiseless void.
“Welcome to UA Sugar-High, how can we go beyond plus ultra to make something sweet for you today?” You asked kindly to the old man in front of you.
“What a nice young woman, may I please have a small bag of salt water taffy? My grandchildren love it, you know?” His shaky hands held out the amount of money and you excepted it with a kind smile.
“They’re lucky kids to have such a kind grandfather.” You smiled and handed him his change.
The coins fell straight through his fingers and you gasped, opening the divider in the counter and crouching to grab the money. A large hand was placed over yours and you looked up to see a shrunken Fatgum.
He blushed brightly and handed you the amount he picked up. You stepped behind the counter again and smiled to both men.
“Thank you.” You handed the old man his change and bag of candy.
“What can I get for you, Fatgum? Twelve candy canes, fifty-eight salt water taffies, and three bags of caramel covered pretzels?” You joked lightly, your smile was as fake as it always was but underneath, there was slight happiness that a pro was taking interest in you. It felt nice to prove your best friend wrong. You did amount to something.
“Hi, actually, today I was wondering… what time do you get off work?” His hand scratched at the back of his neck while he waited for your answer.
You were stunned. You never thought he was actually interested in you. “Umm, I just-I just got here but I’ll be off at four o’clock.”
“Great! May I,” he paused, thinking over his choice of words, “walk you home after a small stroll?” His blush reached passed his ears and he continued to cup the back of his neck.
“I-uh-I suppose it would be alright,” you mentally punched yourself in the face for stuttering over your words and wasting the pro hero’s time.
“Amazing! Thank you.” He looked at the candy behind the glass. “Can I have some pumpkin fudge?” He asked quietly.
“Of course, sir!” Your smile wasn’t fake this time as one of them employees packaged up a block and handed it to you. “Here you are.” The tall blonde smiled and gently grabbed the paper bag from you.
— — —
Throughout the day you couldn’t forget the fact that THE FATGUM asked you on a date. Though, he never specified it was a date… it wasn’t a date was it? That’s it! Now it made sense. He just wanted to thank you for the candy. Or ask how you make the candy. Or walk you home to murder you!!!
You had to calm yourself down so you didn’t have an anxiety attack. You knew you were overthinking things again, yet you couldn’t help but to deny that it was a date.
You hung up your apron and wiped off your face with cool water from the little sink. The constant heat from the candy rollers’ fire and the boiling sugar always made you sweaty.
You stepped out the back door and into the cool air. Your brain swirled with a calmness before your phone rang.
“Hello?” You asked extremely quietly.
“Oh my God, (Y/n), you’re so fucking loud!” You could hear the irritation drip from their mouth like poison. “Anyway, I wanted to ask if I could grab some cash from you? I’ve really been struggling lately and I don’t have enough money to cover a trip to the store.”
You knew your friend’s ears were extra sensitive to noise from their quirk, how could you be loud and hurt them?
“What store?” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Last time I gave you money, you spent it on clothes for yourself then never paid me back.”
“What, you think I don’t have enough money for food? No I can pay for that, I just need money for the mall.” They we’re so entitled… but you just wanted them to be happy.
“Actually, I need to make a meal for a couple of the employees that lost some family members, I can’t spare any money this week if I want to eat.” You remembered you had to make the twins food and desperately hoped that your best friend would understand.
“Well then just don’t eat this week. It’s not that big of a deal.” Their words hurt but you knew they were right. You could handle not eating this week.
But you didn’t get to eat very well last week either… it hurt to know you weren’t anyone’s first priority. You wished you would’ve told your father about your best friend a long time ago but it was too late.
You opened your mouth to give in when a large gentle hand pulled your phone from your ear.
“This is (Y/n)’s boyfriend. I’m going to have to ask you to stop asking her for money. She obviously said she can’t. You need to respect her boundaries.” Fatgum looked down at you sympathetically and hung up on your friend.
“I’m sorry I overstepped my boundaries. I just couldn’t stand seeing you look so distraught.” Fatgum held out your phone, and you gently took it. It was difficult to tell if you were okay with him hanging up on your best friend but maybe he was right.
“I’m not sure if I appreciate it but thank you for helping.” You felt like you were meant to explain the situation to the tall man. “That was my best friend, they wanted my money again… I should’ve just given it to them I suppose, I ate last week so it wouldn’t have been a problem!” You smiled up at him and his heart clenched. Your relationship was not okay… but he wasn’t close enough to intervene on the toxicity that was brewing between you two. And a week ago? That’s the last you ate?!
You tried to smile but you were too tired.
The winter sun was setting and your body finally told you it was cold as a shiver rolled over you violently. Your teeth clanked together and your ears felt numb. “I need to grab my coat,” you whispered before spinning and swinging open the mesh back door.
The wave of heat and the smell of hot sugar reached your face making you feel warm. You opened your locker with a quiet click and pulled out your hat, gloves, and coat.
When everything was set, you stepped out of the still swinging door and felt the cold nip at your skin. Breaths came out in puffs of vapor as you both strolled through the crunching snow.
“Can I take you some place to eat?” You looked up at the blonde’s words.
“I suppose that would be alright. I’ll pay though.”
“Absolutely not. I was the one to invite you, I will be the one to pay.” You both argued about the payment before Fatgum led you through the front door with a gentle hand on your back.
The red carpet and the silk tablecloths made your arguments falter. Large eyes squinted in a smile as they watched your bewildered expression.
“I’ll pay.” The tall blonde stated. His yellow sneakers padded to the hostess stand and spoke with a hushed voice to the short woman.
She nodded excitedly and led you both through the restaurant and into a private room. You were thankful for that; having an anxiety attack while people stared at you was not how you wanted to spend the evening.
A menu was placed in front of you with a fake smile that you knew all too well about.
“What is fresh?” Fatgum asked the little woman.
“Our wagyu was brought in yesterday but our fugu came in early this morning.”
Fatgum looked at you expectingly and waited for you to order.
“May I just have miso soup?” You asked kindly and shut the menu.
The woman nodded and wrote it down. She looked up expectingly to the tall man; who, even in his shrunken form, his legs barely fit under the table and his broad shoulders make it difficult to sit in such a narrow chair.
“I’ll have the wagyu with whatever side you recommend, and we would like a full platter of takoyaki.” He thanked the girl kindly and you both watched as she left the room.
“Fatgum-“
“Taishirou. Please. I want you to call me Taishirou.” He smiled down at you, making you shift in your seat and blush deeply.
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The date went surprisingly well, you ate, laughed a bit, he walked you home, and you had never been on a better date. You leaned against your closed door and sighed deeply, your heart racing so loud you figured your neighbors could hear it.
“Even your heartbeat is loud.” A voice from your living room scoffed. You gasped and tried to open your front door, maybe Taishirou was still outside.
You could only jiggle the handle before you were ripped away from the door.
“Are you kidding me, (Y/n)? You’re pathetic. A date? Since when has anyone thought you were worth their time? Never. I bet you that guy was just pitying you.” You were dragged by your hair into your small living room, although you could barely call it that. There was a singular couch with nothing on the walls and no tv. You couldn’t afford it.
Your scalp felt like fire was inching down to your neck. You could do nothing, you were in shock. Your best friend finally let go of your head and slammed their foot into your stomach.
“Do you really think anyone would want you as a friend? You’re far too loud and you obviously don’t know how to be considerate to others. You didn’t even give me the money I needed.” The blows to your body made you cry in agony but before more whimpers could leave your mouth, your “friend” placed tape over your mouth and nose, completely shutting you up.
In normal circumstances with them, you would just lick around the tape so you could breath but your mouth was dry, you couldn’t BREATHE.
Again and again you were chastised and hit. And… you couldn’t help but agree. You weren’t worth it. You weren’t worth the pain you caused your friend and family, you weren’t worth a date or food, you weren’t worth living. As long as you died by your best friend’s hands, you would be okay.
You slowly excepted the black and white dots that shrouded your vision and let them over take your mind as it dropped into static.
— — —
Taishirou left your door with a pump of his fists. He was so psyched about the date that he could hardly contain his glee. He walked slowly down the hall of your apartment building as he thought over the night and you, and your beautiful eyes, and face, and body- nope! His thoughts are pure and will be until you’re ready!
His steps faltered when he heard your handle jiggle, it was unlocked and he thought you were trying to get back out to see him.
He walked back to your door and waited outside for you to open it.
You didn’t.
He heard a hushed voice but didn’t move.
He did start to move when he heard a Yelp and a slap.
He really started hustling when he heard muffled hits and kicks as cry’s suddenly stopped.
Taishirou pulled out his phone and hit the panic button, immediately sending his address to a few close friends and the police department.
He tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. Out of desperation, he kicked open the door and was met with the sight of you, blue in the face, on the floor, slowly dying; and an extremely pissed looking person beating the shit out of you.
Taishirou, quickly picked you up and ripped the tape off your face, and checked your breathing. When he determined that you were now breathing, although raggedly, he tackled the abuser and pinned them to the floor.
He grew in size and absorbed the prick in a matter of seconds.
Heavy breathing filled your small apartment as the blonde man panicked. His date almost just died. His date almost just DIED!
— — —
You blinked the grogginess away and looked at the white room around you.
A hospital? Why were you in— oh. That person, that vile creature! Surely you didn’t have to deal with them after that stunt, would you?
You silently prayed that your ex-BFF went to jail and maybe hell, later. They may have been right about you, but people don’t attempt to murder someone, fail, then expect to be forgiven so easily.
You put up with their bullshit for years. Never again.
As you fumed in your hospital bed, the door to your room slowly creeped open revealing a very tired looking Toyomitsu Taishirou. His entire demeanor relaxed when he saw your figure, awake, and sitting up.
You looked up to see Fatgum standing over you.
“Where is that offspring of a bitch that tried to fucking murder me!? I’m going to blow out their fucking eardrums!!!” The anger in your screaming voice slightly surprised the tall man but he calmly explained the situation.
“They’re in jail. They will be for a very, very long time.” He said gently, sitting in a chair next yo your bed.
He told you how he found you, that he captured the abuser, and that the police came. Afterwards he calmed you down with a couple stories of his hero work and comforted you with his words.
It was good to hear someone talk to you without evil intent. It was good to hear someone speak and have an actual conversation with you.
You felt heard. You felt loved.
His voice was like honey dripping down the side of a bowl. Or sweet candy being rolled for some lucky person to eat.
He was like sugar.
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I’m so sorry this was so rushed, I’m like actually so tired and I can’t stand not posting. My mental health has taken a bad drop and I’ve been trying and failing to pick up my broken pieces.
Thank you for understanding.
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HI BESTIE, can i request some fatgum fluff? maybe where he comforts us because we are insecure ?
OFC BESTIE, hope you like it :)
FATGUM FLUFF ❊
Pairing: FatGum x Reader
Genre: Fluff
~ Everything was great until she got into your head. Thanks to her, you started to doubt yourself and your relationship. You kept wondering if you’re enough to stand by Fatgum’s side; after all, he is a highly recognized hero. He could have any other girl in the world, so why is he still with you?~
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You and Fatgum have been dating for a few months now; it all began when you started working in the same agency. He claims it was love at first sight, leaving snacks for you here and there, always waiting anxiously to help you with anything. You thought it was cute; of course, it felt good to have someone around giving you all the attention you never thought you would ever get from someone else. Eventually, one day while you both were on patrol, you decided to bring up his actions.
“You know, I bet you do this with all the girls, right?” Fatgum’s face flushed with red; he stopped in his tracks nervously scratching the back of his head.
“W-what? Do what? No, I don’t really...you’re just really pretty, you know?” He stuttered. It was amusing to see such a big man acting nervous.
God, I want to kiss him so badly, you thought.
“So...you think I’m pretty?” You questioned as you watched him nod his head, a goofy smile on his face. Your cheeks were growing sore with how hard you’ve been smiling; Fatgum was attractive in both his regular and skinny form, and his personality was just so sweet it was unbelievable. He was definitely a way better man than any of the other guys you have met before, and it seemed like he really cared about you.
Grabbing his hand, you looked up at Fatgum, barely meeting his eyes because of the height difference, and squeezed his hand. “Do you like me?” His eyes widened, and he slapped his free hand across his face to hide his rosy cheeks. It made you laugh so hard seeing him stuttering like crazy. “A-a-and if I do? God, Y/N, you’re so pretty, and I always thought that I was never your type. So I never asked you out and just kinda hoped that you got the message with those stupids cookies and candies I left for you. Yes! Yes, I do like you..very much at that.”
PRESENT DAY:
Even though it’s been a few months, your relationship with Fatgum has been...AMAZING. Every day is just filled with so many good moments; it was still crazy to fathom that there was someone who loved you so so much. At the moment, you both shared a small apartment big enough for you two and a small dog you adopted a week ago together. A small Yorkie named Gummy was a present from Fatgum because his little surprises were endless.
“Gummy! Y/N! Could you please grab Gummy, her little dress? The white one with those flowers we bought yesterday, I think the press would love it.” That’s right, you both were going to attend a banquet for pro-heroes, and Fatgum insisted on bringing Gummy to show her off to his colleagues. Going to the small chest you kept in the living room, you pulled out the white dress and dressed Gummy for the occasion. “Honeybear?” Ah, you loved how he always called you sweet little nicknames. “What do you think?”
Fatgum was in his skinny form dressed in a classic black and white tuxedo, with his hair slicked back and a cheeky smile on his face; he looked so good you wanted to jump on him right there. “Sexy as always babe, come here.” With Gummy dressed, you stood up and walked over to Fatgum with your arms stretched out. Hugging him, you looked up and stood on your tippytoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, making him then grab your chin and plant a small peck on your lips. After kissing your nose, he looked down at his watch. “You ready? Let me grab you a coat.” Pulling away, he went into the room you shared and dug in the closet for a coat. “Come, Gummy.” You were already dressed in a long white gown with your hair straightened and your makeup perfect; you and Fatgum definitely looked like an elegant pair, making you feel confident. Even your Yorkie matched!
LATER:
Eventually, you both had arrived at the banquet, and there was a long red carpet leading to the entrance, both sides filled with reporters, fans, security guards, and cameramen. The day you and Fatgum started dating, he quickly announced his relationship to the public and happily shared photos of you two on his social media. The public’s reaction was supportive, and you both have already received so much love from people. Yet, here and there, there were definitely some people jealous enough to send you all kinds of hate because of your happy, healthy relationship. You never let it get to you though, after all, Fatgum’s love is like no other, and he constantly reassures you whenever you’re feeling down. Those hate comments and posts online would never affect your relationship, and Fatgum would never leave you for someone else like they said...right?
Maybe it was just the nervousness talking, but you couldn’t shake off the negative thoughts that were running around your head until Fatgum opened the car door and offered you his hand. With a smile, you grabbed his hand, and with Gummy wrapped in your other arm, he led you to the red carpet, where all kinds of noise greeted you. Fans were screaming for an autograph, reporters were shouting for a comment, and the security guards struggled to hold everyone back. It made you laugh watching the sea of people crash against the poor guards. You and Fatgum turned left and right, posing together for people to get in some photos before heading inside, where other heroes and their partners greeted you.
The banquet consisted of heroes gushing about Gummy and your relationship with Fatgum. But since the event was made up of mainly heroes, it was a bit difficult to hold conversations with people for long as everyone eventually moved on to talk to Fatgum or any other hero. So you sat back, relaxing at one of the tables, enjoying some of the food that was available; Fatgum was busy showing off Gummy to his colleagues, so you were doing some alone time. You were sitting there peacefully savoring your meal when a random girl walked up to you, glass full of wine in hand. “Hello, you’re Fatgum’s girlfriend, right? Nice to meet you.”
“Oh yes! Hello, I’m Y/N...can I help you?” The girl had an unsettling smile that sent shivers down your spine, yet you stayed polite and smiled back. She set down her glass oddly close to you and cocked her head to the side. “I just wanted to come and say hi, maybe even shake your hand?”
That’s odd. You thought, but whatever, nothing bad ever came out of a handshake, right? Just as you were about to bring your hand up, her hand shot out, knocking her glass over, resulting in the wine getting all over your dress. Jumping back in surprise, you looked down at your now ruined dress; the white was stained with red, and it was all over. The girl quickly apologized as she grabbed some napkins and started to try to wipe the wine off. "No, no, it's okay! You don't have to" All of a sudden, she grabbed your hands tightly and dug her nails into your hands. "Ow, what are you-"
"You're a slut." She whispered with a wicked smile on her face. Her comment left you baffled, a stranger...calling you a slut? She didn't let go of your hands, and your eyes were stuck glued onto her's. "You'll never be good enough, you know? All of us were waiting for the right moment to ask him out, yet there you were, wagging your tail at him like a damn dog. You're lucky he agreed to date you because honey..." She looked at your body up and down and, with one hand, reached up to tug at your hair, twirling it around her finger painfully. "These, other little heroes are stupid. You tell them you love them and praise them, and they'll give you everything you want. But, him? He's the one everyone wants. And you're not cut out to stand next to him."
Her eyes reminded you of a snake as they glowed, her hands snaking up to your cheeks where she slowly moved your head to the side towards Fatgum. It was as if time was going to slow; you were forced to watch as women of all kinds surrounded him. Some were gushing over your dog, but many were talking to Fatgum, most with their hands touching his shoulders or messing with his hair. A gross feeling of jealousy burned over you as you watched him, not pushing anyone off or shying away from their touches. The girl's whispers were not of any help at all.
"See? They're so much more prettier than you and fit his image better." It was like her voice was starting to echo in your head, and you began to feel dizzy. Your body refused to move as if it was under a spell, and you felt tears rushing to your eyes. She laughed in your ear before pulling away, your body suddenly feeling like a weight has been lifted. She crossed her arms and snickered before looking over at Fatgum. "You might want to go change your dress; if anyone sees you like that, just imagine what the press would say." Looking back over to you, she continued, "I can see it now... Fatgum's girlfriend makes a fool of herself at the pro-heroes banquet. And you know those reporters love a juicy story.
"Why are you doing this? I don't even know you." You cried; it was humiliating enough to be standing there with a ruined dress and gross emotions washed over you. You watched as the girl shrugged and turned her back on you. "You're ugly, you're fat, your hair is a gross color, the way you smile is disgusting... shall I go on?" Taking your silence as an answer, she looked back to wink at you before heading her way to Fatgum.
Feeling violated and humiliated, you grabbed your coat that was draped on a chair and rushed to the bathroom. Running down the hall, you found a bathroom nearby and checking every stall before locking the door to be alone. Putting your back against the door, you struggled to catch your breath before sliding down the door, your hands covering your mouth to try to muffle the sobs that escaped your lips.
So many thoughts were racing your mind, trying to process everything that strange woman had said. Am I not enough? Why didn't he push those girls away, knowing I'm sitting right there? Why? Why? Why?
You brought your knees to your chest and hugged yourself in an attempt to control your shaking body. You stayed that way for almost fifteen minutes before you slowly stood up and headed to the mirror. Your eyes were red from crying so hard; your mascara stained down your cheeks and your nose red. Your hair was messy from running, and the stain on your dress only seemed darker now. Sniffling, you quickly cleaned yourself up the best you could and wrapped yourself up in the coat you grabbed. Getting your phone from the coat's pocket, you left Fatgum a message telling him you were feeling sick and headed outside. You had to take another entrance in order to avoid the press and fans, waiting outside at the curb for a taxi.
At home, the second you closed the front door and made your way into your room to change, the sobs made their way back up your throat. While crying your eyes out once again, you quickly stripped off your dress and changed into pajamas. The crying didn't stop even while wiping the makeup off your face or brushing the knots out of your hair before going to bed. Shutting off your phone, you wrapped yourself up in the blankets and eventually cried yourself to sleep.
It was 2 AM when Fatgum finally arrived home. He had a sad expression on his face as he shut the front down and let Gummy down to let her roam around. In the middle of conversing with all kinds of people, he had checked his phone, shocked that you had gone home without telling him in person. Worried, he rushed outside for privacy and called spammed your phone with a hundred texts and a hundred calls, all of which you didn't answer.
"Y/N? Honeybear?" He slowly opened the door to the room you shared and sighed when he saw you sleeping in the bed, the quilt and sheets messy and wrapped around you. Stepping into the room, he slowly looked around and bent down to pick up your stained dress. He inspected the stain and folded it up with a pained expression before setting it down on the drawer near the bed. He was worried after calling and texting you; it took him forever to finally leave the banquet because more and more heroes wanted to strike up a conversation with him. Sadly, he changed out of this tuxedo and changed into the PJs. He said nothing as he cleaned up the room and then carefully took out some wipes before slowly making his way to you.
Leaning over, he carefully moved you to face him and winced seeing your red tear-stained face. "Y/N..." He whispered as he began to wipe away your tears. "Honeybear...what happened?"
You woke up to Fatgum kissing your cheeks; looking up at him, he smiled softly, but it only made you turn your back towards him, covering your face with the sheets. "I don't want to talk about it, Gum." You were exhausted from crying so much, and you didn't want Fatgum to see you in such a sorry state, but he only leaned over more to grab the sheets and gently pulled them off to reveal your face.
Cupping your cheeks, he turned you to face him again and he began to smother you in kisses all over your face. "Gum-" You wanted to be angry. At yourself, at him, and those girls. But his butterfly kisses were so sweet they made you melt into a laughing mess, which made him smile cheerfully. Giving you one last kiss on your lips, he looked down at you, unsure how to start. "What...what happened tonight, Y/N?"
You sighed, sitting up. You scooted over and made space for Fatgum to sit before sharing what happened at the banquet. Listening to you go on and fighting back your tears, he held back from going rabid. His hands were shaking from anger as he replayed your words over and over again in your head.
"It was a terrible feeling, s-she made me feel so disgusted with myself. Gum I-...before this, I never let my insecurities get the best of me, but she-" Your chest was heaving with sobs as you struggled to find the words to explain what you felt. You felt gross, broken down...ugly. But it stopped when Fatgum gently grabbed your hands with a sad smile, "And did you believe her?"
"I-...well..." You struggled to continue. What happened to the confidence you had? What happened to never listening to strangers? To haters? ...What happened to believing in the ones you love? You rested your head on his shoulders as you sighed. "I just...I don't know how to feel right now. Gum, it was like she was getting in my head."
He nodded, he wasn't even able to comprehend what you went through, but he wanted you to understand that you were enough. That you were perfect, all your flaws and insecurities? He loved them all. Your goofy smile in the morning, your scent, the way you jump at scary movies, the way you gush at baby clothes, and more. He loved it all. Never in a million years would he ever leave such a perfect person for someone else. And he told you that, holding your hands, rubbing them with his thumbs.
That night you and Fatgum talked a lot. About what happened, about how you felt, and about how much he loved you. He was gentle, trying to comfort you slowly as not to make you feel rushed or panicked. Every time you squeezed his hand, he went to work smothering you in cheeks before you could continue with your conversation.
Eventually, everything was out. Now, you both were sitting in comfortable silence, holding hands. You were grateful to have such a patient, gentle, loving man by your side who truly made you feel loved. Thank god I convinced him not to hunt that girl down though, that would be on the news right away. You thought with a small laugh, even though what that strange woman said hurt you deeply, thanks to her words, you and Fatgum were closer than ever before.
"Let's go shower?" Fatgum questioned with a little wink. His large hands moving away from yours to slowly rub your thighs, making you twitch in anticipation. Turning your body to wrap your arms to hang off his neck, you gave him a deep kiss and pulled away with a smile. "Just don't forget that we have work tomorrow."
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Maybe this is only hilarious to me because it's 2 am and I've barely slept in days but I can't stop thinking about Taichi and Koushirou being new dads and just cooing over their son and then Tentomon and/or Agumon being just as excited and wanting so much to join in on the love fest and so they ask, "Can I hold him?" and Taichi and Koushirou just both have to look at each other as the dread sets in like oh fuck neither of our partners are baby proof and then if the digimon wanna hold the lil' bundle of joy they gotta wear oven mitts lmaoo
#taishirou#otp: the only exception#shut up lala#digimon is a fun series#fjafkdfsfdf#this is a problem piyomon can't relate to#she was made to cuddle you with affection#gosh imagine one of your first memories being like a sharp toothed dinosaur or giant ladybug just.#cradling you.
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Bless you Mod Pastafor opening the ask box when if its just for a day!! If possible could I get something, anything honestly, with fatgum?? I'm in a desperate need for some fatgum angst and NSFW!! Please and thank you so very much!!
Pleasant Distractions
I can’t stop smiling, this was so bittersweet and soft and aahhhh….I used a female reader because it wasn’t specified, I hope that was okay. Also I LITERALLY just formed my blankets into a human body to try and figure out the anatomy of this whole thing.
-Mod Pasta🍜🍝
You hadn’t known all of Fatgum’s friends, but a few of them were dear to his heart. Some of them were fellow heroes that he worked with so much that they were comfortable having a beer together, others were just casual friends from his previous days in police work. These ones, however, were fellow heroes.
Two to be exact. Snatch and Sir Nighteye. Fatgum hadn’t spoken to Snatch in a while, but he had worked with him before. They both cared deeply about their work as heroes, and both had an emotional side. Sir sometimes had to bring Taishiro back down to earth, and although he never thanked him for it, he was grateful to have a friend who could remind him to stay focused.
They had both died in Taishiro’s recent mission. You knew by the look on his face when he came home that night after so much paperwork and interviews that they must have lost someone. But two friends? Taishiro was broken. He cared for everyone around him so much, even if he hadn’t talked to them for a while up until this meeting.
He walked through the front door in his civilian attire in his low-fat form, still bandaged up from the hospital. You looked up from the snack you had, pausing the movie, “Ah, Tai, you lost w-”
“(F/N),” The look of utter despair in his eyes caught you off guard. You had only seen it once before when he had lost another hero friend. You jerked forward, putting your snack and the remote down. But you didn’t want to scare him, so you paused and slowly got up, “H-Hey…”
“Taishiro,” You cooed, walking around the couch and putting your arms out, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, come here,” He took a hesitant step forward, tears already welling in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, then nodded and leaned down to hug you. He immediately began to sob, and you rubbed his back, feeling his surge of emotions and struggling not to cry yourself. You loved him so much, and seeing him this destroyed was hard. He was always the light in the relationship, but sometimes he needed a stronger light to hold onto, and you would be that for him.
“Higawara an-an um… You know uh, Sir Nighteye? Sasaki?” You nodded, holding the man that was shaking like he was about to fall to the ground, “They just… They were so good, and they’re gone (F/N),” He held onto you with his good arm that wasn’t fractured, digging his fingers into your shirt, “Why… I know nobody knows the answer, but why does-does the world take the nicest ones away?”
“I’m sorry, Tai, I’m so sorry,” You whispered, squeezing him. He sniffled, pulling back a little. You glanced at the fridge, “Do you want me to reheat dinner?” He nodded quickly, wiping his tears away. They began to stain his wrappings, and you knew you would have to replace those before bed. You grabbed his good hand and led him around the pass-through so he could sit down, grabbing the food from the fridge and throwing it into microwave. While it heated up, you went behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping the contact was enough to calm the man down a little bit, “I’m so glad you’re alive, though, Tai. If it was that intense, you could have died…”
“If I could-” He paused, then shook his head, taking a deep, shaky breath, “No, I don’t want to leave you… Gosh, just please don’ mention that,” He swallowed hard, “I’m already so worried about my interns, they’re real beat up.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that in the first place,” You quickly backtracked. He just shook his head again and looked down at his lap, his cheeks squishing against your arms. You rested your own on his fluffy blond hair and waited for his food to ding. Once it did, you brought it over with a fork and he thanked you with a nod. You sat next to him while he ate, getting him a napkin to wipe the tears off his face. He never stopped crying while he ate, but he did thank you a few times over for cooking for him. Even if he ate ten times a day, your cooking was his favourite, and at this point it was a comfort to him. He definitely needed comfort right now. You offered to make more food, but he hesitantly declined, saying he didn’t know how much he could keep down.
This worried you even more. He never denied food. Alas, you got him up and to the bathroom so you could look over his wounds. While you did, he mumbled, “I… I gotta get my uh… Fat back, so I can,” He looked away from you while you inspected his broken collarbone, replacing a couple layers of bandages that had already become soiled, “So I can wear the suit to the funerals.”
“Don’t push yourself, you’re allowed to be sad,” You reminded him, and he smiled for a second with a small nod, wiping his tears away again with his bandaged hand, “Aw, Tai, don’t do that. You’re messing them up,” You gently grabbed his hand. He winced, pressing his lips together with a nod.You had to replace a couple layers of the binding while he tried to compose himself. You kissed the bandages after doing them, and he whimpered with a small smile.
You pulled him in for another hug, and he cried a little bit more before you headed to the bedroom. Apparently he had taken a shower at the hospital since he had to be there all day, so you both got pyjamas on. You struggled to find a good way for him to sleep, but on his back seemed to be the best. You curled up next to him, looking up at the large man. He was looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He was probably reliving memories of the two heroes, and you nuzzled into his neck, reminding him that he was right here. He chuckled, leaning into you. You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Hey.”
“Hey…”
“Anything I can do for you?” You pulled back to look at him. He looked surprised, then narrowed his eyes. That was the look he gave when he was thinking things over. You gave him all the time he needed, and when he nodded, he gave you a softer smile with his cheeks flushing.
“Maybe a small… distraction would be nice,” He pressed his lips together, looking away from you. You took a second to process what he meant, but when it went through, you couldn’t hold back a bashful smile.
“Of course,” Your arm that was wrapped over his chest helped you pull yourself on top of him, straddling his waist. His pupils immediately blew out as he let an expression of pleasant surprise take over his face.
“Oh,” The larger man couldn’t hold back a smile. You were usually on top because he was afraid of hurting you, and he was just such an easy person to fluster, but you leaned down seductively to his ear, placing your hands on his chest that was covered by a thin sleeping shirt.
“You know… You don’t have to hold back when you’re like this,” You rolled your hips against him, and he made a delicious choking noise. You chuckled at his cuteness, then yelped when he suddenly leaned up. You pulled back, still straddling his lap as he looked at you with embarrassed determination, “You- uh…”
“You’re right, I don’ usually get opportunities like this,” He grinned, and you felt a childish rush of adrenaline. You pressed your lips to his, and his arms wrapped around your back, cradling the back of your head in his huge hands like he was scared of letting you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in all of him - his fear, his loss, his need. Your lips danced together, parting momentarily for your shirts to come off. His fingers were too wide to even try to get your bra off, so you had to help him there. His cheeks were a fiery red, and the delicious colour traveled all the way down his neck and to his now-defined collarbones.
“Pants, Tai, pants,” You whispered in between heated kisses, and he nodded lazily, too caught in the moment to even think. One of his hands was trailing up your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shifted to your breasts, feeling and gently rubbing them, causing you to gasp and roll your hips against him again. His breath caught for a second, and you were beginning to feel his growing erection against you.
“Taishiro,” You moaned, having to pull back from the ravenous making out, both of your lips bright pink, “Please,” You dropped a hand down to his pyjama pants, tugging lightly at them. His eyes widened for a second, and his blush darkened impossibly more so. He nodded as if he had forgotten all about what was coming next, and you climbed off of him, taking your own pyjama bottoms off. In a pile next to each other, you could visibly see the size difference between you and the quirk-enhanced body of your lover.
He was always embarrassed and flustered when it came to sex, but that was not to say that he didn’t love it, and he even sometimes took the reigns himself. Once you were both stripped down, you weren’t off his lap for long, “D-Do you uh… wanna lay down, or sit, or-” He muttered, avoiding eye contact. Your legs were already feeling raw as you rubbed them together uncomfortably - you needed him, and he obviously needed you. You giggled, glancing between the gentle giant and your pillow. He was rubbing his neck, cross-legged and as naked as the day he was borne.
“I can lay down,” His bright smile and nod was just too adorable to handle, and as the back of your head hit the pillow, he climbed over top of you, glancing down at your folds before quickly looking back up like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.
“Maybe ah… do you wan’t some uh… preparation?” His voice practically raised an octave, and you thought for a second. You really just wanted him inside of you, but you craved this side of him, so nodded with a small smile. He literally gave you a thumbs up, then quickly realized how dumb he looked and scooted back so he was only partially over you. One of his hands trailed down from your stomach to your naval, then he pushed his pointer finger inside of you.
The feel of his rough, time-beaten hands inside of your wet folds brought a gasp from your lips. As if a switch had gone off inside his head, he chuckled, amused by your response. Knelt between your legs, he began to slowly pump his finger, his other hand finding your breasts and going back to squishing them. He always had an affinity for squishy things, and your body was no different. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, you could tell by his smirk.
You wanted him to forget about the day’s worries, even for just a little bit, and he seemed absolutely rapt with you. He pushed his other finger in, surprising you and coaxing a moan out. Your eyes traveled down his chest to his abs that rarely got to see the light of day, then to his length that was standing painfully at attention. He was right to prepare you - being such a large man, accommodating for him was sometimes a struggle. You pressed a delicate hand to his chest, rolling your hips into his hand, “Tai… C’mon, please,” You whined, wanting more.
His eyes that had previously been glued to your chest moved up to your own, and his smirk only widened as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. He licked them, something that always set your hormones on fire. His entire career was practically based around food, and sometimes it felt like you were defiling government property when he tasted you. Your cheeks finally matching the redness of his own, he cleaned his fingers off before climbing over you, his hands on either side of your head, “I love you, (F/N).”
“I love you too Taishiro,” You whispered with a giggle, reaching down to his dick and grabbing it, causing his eyes to widen, “But please fuck me.”
“Yeah, of course,” He spluttered out with furious nods, his huge dorky smile contagious. You aligned him with your entrance, and he pushed inside of you, apologizing softly for the tight fit. You shook your head, absolutely head over heels for his kind ass.
“Wait, your arm,” You realized his bandaged arm was holding him up. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. You whined, placing a gentle hand on it, “Be careful, okay sweetie?” He nodded with a closed mouth smile, excited to get to the main course.
He lowered his body by getting on his elbows, but he still wouldn’t press his entire body against you, probably still in the mindset that he would crush you. You didn’t mind: You leaned up to plant a caste kiss on his lips, and the goofy smirk returned as he leaned down to capture your lips, pulling his hips back before rocking them back into you, plunging deeper. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his back to hold on. His pace started slow, but when you started to roll back into him, he knew he needed to amp it up. He was always so gentle with you, sometimes he forgot that you could take him.
He grunted as he slammed his member into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You were both panting, lips mesh against each other except for the much needed breaths you would take. Your nails dug into his back, but he wasn’t complaining. He had enough battle scars to write the marks off. Before his mind could travel to anymore battle-related events that day, you said something that made him feel light-headed, “Bite me, Taishiro, god… Please…”
“Fuck yes,” he whispered, leaning down and finding the crook of your neck. His huge mouth wrapped around your skin, and when he sunk his teeth in, your loud moan made his insides turn. You loved the feeling of this giant’s teeth against you, his lips sucking and pulling at the skin while his hips crashed into you and you made mincemeat of his shoulder blade.
Your body was heating up as it prepared to snap for an intense orgasm. You gasped, your back arching, “Tai, Taishiro, oh my… Oh God…” You whined as your walls tightened for a second, and he could feel your fluids around his member, coating it with a thick layer. His bad arm was starting to give out, however, so he wrapped it around your head, gentling pulling it to the side to look for fresh skin to mark. You were bound to look like you had been beat up after this. He still held his body up with one arm, but he almost wavered when he couldn’t hold back, the pleasure becoming too much. Still having control over himself, he pulled out, coating your stomach and his own with his seed.
Still warm, you were both panting. He pulled back to look at the blooming marks he made, a little embarrassed that he had let himself go and draw a spot of blood on one. He went to apologize, but you pulled him back down for an intense, light-headed kiss. Once you were both in your right mind, or at least close to it, he spoke first, “We should take ‘nother shower…”
“Yeah,” You nodded, “Please,” You laughed, and he chuckled, looking away from you.
“Oh don’t go sayin’ that again,” You giggled, giving him an Eskimo kiss.
“Please Taishiro,” You whispered, “Take a shower with me,” You pushed against his chest, and he groaned, pulling himself off of you.
“Don’ push too hard, I cracked a rib,” He laughed while you gasped, apologizing. You both took a long, hot shower, relishing each other’s presence and his lifted spirits.
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I really loved the chubby chaser Mirio ask!! Could you maybe do one for Amajiki too?
Sure thing my man! I tried something a bit different than what I did with Mirio’s request but I hope you like it anyways!
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The sunrays hit his head and made him feel warmall around, contrasting with the cold atmosphere of winter that loomed abovethe city. Tamaki adjusted his hood enough to cover his face and looked aroundwhile taking a deep breath, feeling the looming presence of his mentor andpartner beside him. He was spacing out just enough for him to notice, somethingthat didn’t sit well with him at all.
- Y’got to keep yer eyes peeled, - Fatgum spokeclearly from behind the little takoyaki snack he held close to his plump lips.He side-eyed Tamaki as the teen only nodded. – Y’know we ain’t only lookin’ forpesky villains; anything could jump straight out of damned nowhere and y’haveto be careful to defend yourself and whoever’s with ya. – His thick accentsometimes made it hard to figure out what he was saying, but Tamaki was just soused to it he didn’t even need to replay those words in his mind to know whathe was telling him. The pro-hero’s eyes darted from side to side of the street,his attention nicely divided between the possibilities of danger and guidinghis protégé through the city.
- C-could I have a bite, sir? – The boy askedshyly, and the older man complied by giving him his signature smile and handinghim one of the biggest takoyaki balls he had on his tray. – Thank youFatgum-san, - Tamaki smiled back as he grabbed it and carefully shoved it intohis mouth, savoring the octopus in it with delight and knowing that at leasthe’d have that to defend himself with if the opportunity arose.
And just as if he had called it, they bothheard a high-pitched scream coming from a nearby alley and almost instantlybolted towards it.
A few people were gathered there but it was abit too dark to see their faces despite being the middle of the day, and Fatgummade their presence known by letting out a laugh. The group of six criminalsturned around which then revealed there was a seventh person with them, butTamaki gasped as he saw it was just a high school girl that looked around hisage who glanced up at them with a terrified look on her face. Her hair wascompletely disheveled and her uniform had black stains all over, heavilycontrasting to the white cloth. With her lower lip bleeding and quivering andher right cheek swollen, he also noticed the way her shirt was torn open,revealing much more skin than necessary. He thought of Nejire in her place, andit only served to further fuel his rage.
- Sorry it took long for us to get ‘ere folks,- said the pro-hero with glee and a happy expression which turned somber assoon as everyone got into attack mode. – Wouldn’t have wanted to kick yourasses without having lunch first.
And then it began when one of them lunged atFatgum at full speed… only to be swallowed by his Quirk as soon as he touchedhim. Tamaki smiled as the man was then propelled against his friends, makingsome of them fall with a loud thud. Itthen gave him the time to channel his own powers and turn his fingers totentacles using them to defend themselves against the next attacker, one of theguys with a wind Quirk. Three waves of cutting breezes hit him but they were nomatch for the two of them and Tamaki knew it very well – using his abilities,he managed to catch every single one of the criminals and threw them againstthe brick wall behind them, successfully knocking them out.
The group had what Tamaki would’ve consideredweak Quirks and relied on physical attacks rather than using them, which gaveboth him and Fatgum rather large advantages that ultimately led to themdisposing of the criminals much faster than expected. With the men firmly tiedup and leaving Fatgum to deal with the police, Tamaki timidly made his way tothe girl, who had hid behind a nearby garbage container when the short fightbroke out. – Hey, - he said, kneeling down to look at her directly while stillkeeping his distance. – Are you hurt anywhere?
She seemed to not hear him at first but thenlooked back at him, her big eyes already glistening with tears. She wasbeautiful, he noted. - I’m… - she started saying, but she was cut off by thecrying that came out of her; it was so sudden that Tamaki didn’t even know howto react, and only stood there watching with his mind reeling to find thecorrect way to calm her down while not disrupting her comfort zone.
Yet no one could’ve ever prepared him for thegirl to jump at him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and crying ontohis suit. His whole body started to tremble alongside hers, and his confusedand frightened gaze fixed on the top of her head right below his chin – shefelt cold even through the layers of clothes, and it took him a moment torealize just how… plump she was, although he felt ashamed to even be thinkingthat way at a moment like that. Gentle yet shivering arms wrapped around herfigure as well, the softness of her body feeling welcoming against the firmnessof his. His heartbeat sped up as he realized his position, but for some reasonit didn’t make him feel uncomfortable in any way.
Tamaki held her quietly as she let it all out,but then a hand placed on his shoulder made him turn around; the girl mirroredhis actions, looking up with puffy eyes. – Well, - said his mentor with adelicate tone, - I’ll be heading back to the offices first. Make sure ye don’tlose track of time! – And with that he left, happily talking with the civiliansthat had gathered there due to the commotion.
- I’m sorry, - she finally muttered, and it wasonly when he looked back at her that he noticed her cheek was turning a softshade of purple, the bits of dried blood on her chin a bit smudged. – I’mkeeping you here with me when you should be doing your job, - it felt almost asif she was apologizing for being somewhat of a burden, and Tamaki knew thatfeeling very well and could empathize with it for a change. He took one lastglance at her before pulling away, trying his best to put his fears and anxietyaside even if it was just for a minute, but the way she looked at him made itso difficult.
- P-please don’t sa-say that! – He exclaimedwhile closing his eyes, failing horribly at keeping his stuttering in check.Trying his best to ignore the fact that she was still kind of close to him, headded, – Y-y-you’re okay and that’s what matters most, not whether I’m late ornot. D-do you want me to walk you back home? You know, just to make sure youget there safely.
It was the first time in a while he was able tospeak so directly towards a girl withoutwanting to face a wall afterwards, but it felt as if it was that way because hewas hiding behind his mask. His offer made her blush as a few more tearsthreatened to fall from the corners of her eyes, and she nodded as she lookeddown. He waited for her to look for her bag which had been thrown into a smallgarbage can – she pulled a brown sweater from inside and quickly put it on,finally covering her semi-exposed chest.
She didn’t live far from what he could tell,and in the meantime she asked him all sorts of questions and told him a bit aboutherself as well: she was from an academy that was close to UA yet he had neverheard from before, and her Quirk had something to do with swimming andbreathing in the water. Tamaki pictured her as a small chubby mermaid, and theimage alone was enough to make him want to be swallowed by Earth itself. Shewas almost 18 and in her last year and hoped to aim for a place in Gang Orca’steam, and by the looks of it she was pretty hopeful. Good, he thought, I’m sureyou’ll make it.
When they finally arrived, he was ready to justsay goodbye and leave but she stopped him by pulling his sleeve. – W-wait! –She exclaimed, and when he turned back around to face her she hugged him again,yet this time felt different. He no longer felt surprised but rather warm andfuzzy, wanting to hold her close just for a little bit more. – Thank you foreverything, really, - she whispered, - I don’t know what I would’ve done had younot been around to help. – The girl pulled away and fixed her clothes beforeasking him one last thing. – What’s your realname, Suneater? I want to thank you personally.
Giving identities away was something every heroknew could bring trouble, and he knew that very well. There was also the fearthat she’d never accept him with all of his baggage, or at least the one hethought was heavy. – I… - he started with a heavy heart, but the happy look onher face made him change his mind in less than a second. – It’s Tamaki, - heblurted out as he looked to the ground. Something about the situation made himfeel uneasy about his own appearance, but she let out a giggle that caught his attentionagain.
- Thank you, Tamaki-san, - she said with a bigsmile that made all the blood rush to his cheeks. She was absolutely gorgeous. – I hope I can see you again soon, - and withthat she rushed to enter her house while he watched, completely smitten by astranger he had only met an hour ago under the worst of circumstances.
It was only when he was finally returning tothe office that he stopped right on his tracks and, lost in thought, rememberedthat he hadn’t asked for her name in return.
#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha scenarios#bnha imagines#bnha suneater#suneater#amajiki tamaki#tamaki amajiki#fatgum#toyomitsu taishirou#bnha fatgum#mha#my hero academia#mha suneater#mha fatgum#boku no hero scenarios#boku no hero imagines#mha scenarios#mha imagines#my hero academia imagines#my hero academia scenarios#mine#fluff#suneater x reader#tamaki x reader#fem!reader#Anonymous
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Hi there I love your writing! Do you have any comfort headcanons for Fatgum with a s/o who's just having an all round bad day and nothing that normally would cheer them up works?
Yes I DO thanks for asking
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Fatgum:
° Not unexpectedly, his first resort to trying to cheer you up is food. He buys you your favorite meal from your favorite place, comes home with it in a bag like it’s urgent medicine. But even that doesn’t sway you. If food won’t make you feel better, then Fatgum doesn’t know what will.
° But then he realizes that you aren’t him. He has to approach this differently.
° Cuddles? A movie? First, he starts with asking you what’s wrong. It’s best that you let your feelings out and share with him so they don’t just build up inside you. Besides, he’s a great listener.
° Whether you decide to tell him then or not is your choice. He doesn’t pressure you. However, he doesn’t let you do something that he thinks is worse for your well-being. He ‘makes’ come over while he lays on the bed so you can lay on top of him. He’s like a giant pillow and he knows how much you enjoy that.
° When you do, he makes attempts at breaking down your walls. He’s more often than not trying to make you laugh, brushing his fingers through your hair and up and down your arms. First such a huge man, he’s extremely gentle.
° “C’mon, (Y/A), you’re worryin’ me here… plus if you don’t your food, I’m gonna end up eating it!” Of course he wouldn’t entirely mind that, but he’d much prefer if you ate it instead.
° Most of the responses he gets out of you are just groans or one-word answers though. Eventually he relents, sighing and deciding to just lay back and give you the time you need. He won’t force you to talk to him and can’t force you to cheer up. When you feel comfortable enough to talk, he’ll be there to help.
#fatgum#toyomitsu taishirou#headcanon#headcanons#imagine#imagines#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#hero#pro hero
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Okay, so, after having binged Stranger Things season 3 and 4 for the past two weeks, I probably should have expected falling into the rabbit hole... And I have thoughts and feelings. I’m usually not into horror and gore at all - but since friends of mine had recommended season 1 to me back then, I caved in. I wasn’t as invested at first and, to this day, the romance plots in this show make me want to jump off a cliff, but I understand that this is all for marketing purposes - writers know the appeal of shipping and what it does to people to get invested.
And that’s where we get to Byler - and where this gets rambly. First of all, I stick with shows when the characters mean something to me - and by God, there are a lot of them who made their way into my heart fairly easily. And then there’s Byler; I am super hyperfocused on the kind of ship Taishirou represents since last year - an unlikely pair, complementing each other wonderfully, becoming friends despite their differences, absolutely adoring and admiring and going through hell and back for each other, but also sucking at communicating their feelings -, so when I realized how Byler played out, I got even more interested.
The thing is, I kinda expected that they wouldn’t end up canon by the end of Season 4, Volume 2. I read the Byler tag in recent days, read a few analysis posts, got excited and HYPED and it all seemed a bit too good to be true, even with all the hinting by the cast and promotional material. I couldn't imagine there would be a way ALL of it would fall into place - I'm not a pessimistic person and the way people speculated and wrote SUCH amazing concepts for them to work out this season, having to face their inner demons/feelings for each other through Vecna, the use of the music (that stuff alone is the kind of storyline I'm such a sucker for, I have used it in several Taishirou scenarios already and it NEVER gets old to me)... But it would have been too easy. They very clearly framed Will to go through all of this suffering, while simultaneously making Mike so... Unstable. All of this, as disappointing as it may be at first glance, had to mean something.
I do believe that all of this REALLY is a false flag and that all of it will pay off in season 5 due to how it was framed. Yes, it WAS painful to see Will tear up like that after OBVIOUSLY making a confession from his own heart, but... I really do have hope that what we initially believed was true, that it's all heterobaiting.
Because El does NOT need - or want - romantic love. It's not what she is about at all and that's rather obvious to me, because none of her bad/sad memories in V1 were about her friends/Mike, anything. (She even said that she missed him at their reunion, but I actually believe he and the others didn’t have much space in her head due to EVERYTHING that was happening.)
I actually wish Hopper had been more visible in her memories, since it IS familial love she needs and wants and should get, being “loved” unconditionally; that’s why the end of season 4 is so heartbreaking and beautiful at once, her love for Hopper, Max, everyone... It’s there and it goes deep, but her arc just isn’t about “romance”. Because romantic love in context with her is a.) overwhelming her and forceful b.) selfishly imposed on her by Mike. Funnily enough, I only just now really realized through v1 what people meant by the internalized homophobia Mike was displaying, but... Yes, it’s there. It feels like they had a Tri-esque writing issue about not being able to get the threads together for all characters, but... As much as I love all the fandom ideas, I do have hope that s5 will provide both more suffer porn and a resolution for this. Mike needs to learn that what he's doing is led by confused intentions. That the love he feels for El is him trying so hard to BE romantic attraction, but judging by the way he couldn’t say it for the longest time, I cannot help but agree that that’s simply not it. And because he's so overly focused on this, he comes off as this ignorant douche, who can't sort out - or even see - his priorities. You can't have a character like Mike, who has been so caring and protective, just turn ignorant like that if it didn't mean anything. Compulsory heterosexuality is a thing, he's been scared, he's been hyperfocusing on El, there's a lot of guilt he's not able to process, hence he's constantly on the edge and not paying attention to things he usually wouldn't overlook (just like the car scene - I understand that the "I'm too scared to act" trope is realistic in several scenarios, but... That's also been overdone at this point. And I say this as a person who successfully cried at work several times without getting noticed).
As for El - I am all for “love” to exist between her and Mike - but I don’t even think El took it as romantic confession at all, but as general declaration of her being valued, which is something she craved for. I also agree with fan theories that it was indeed not his declaration of love that made El snap, but her anger at the overall situation. He obviously means a lot to her - but there’s a reason why the end of Volume 2, AGAIN, hinted at them still not communicating. And it just doesn’t work like that - and might not work out in season 5 either.
I get that this is cheap conflict fuel, I just... Am so tired of mis/noncommunication being a main reason for things being the way they are for several characters; they made us see through Lumax that the characters need to TALK to get better. Heck, even the scene between Will and Jonathan gave us a glimpse of what could have happened if they let the characters be actually honest with each other. That’s why the overall character progression for Mike and Will feels so frustrating here, because despite their attempts of being honest, opening up towards each other - it ended with Will “lying” for Mike’s sake and there was a disruption between them once more. That aside, they also reduced both Mike and Will basically to "non-main-characters", either due to bad writing or because it was meant to shed more light on other characters for now (this season made me and so many others fall so deeply for Lumax and, man, I love Robin SO much, I basically know more about her and Eddie as characters and people by now than about Will due to him being shoven into the back like that, it's sad).
So my theory is - they proooobably chose to put them closer to being “adults” (they'll be close to 15, if I remember correctly) in season 5, before making it more "real", because we know people still have a problem not assigning pedophilia towards young gays and all that stupidity, ESPECIALLY because of the religious focus this season had (+ all the bullying already).
So... My hope for season 5 dies last. There IS a possibility that Will might end up as both enemy and cure at once and I do hope that the latter won’t happen, because that’d make us come full circle circle, making the queer coded character evil and probably killing him off in the end... I really hope it won't turn out to be like this, but that's the vibe the last few scenes gave me. Either way, I’m sure there will be lots of suffer porn - but I do believe that the framing for Will and Mike meant something eventually. That they showed the glances, the tears, the parallels.
Hope dies last.
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Meanwhile w/Digimon Taishiro
Koushiro: (looks Taichi's new outfit up and down)
Koushiro: ..... ..... ....... ........
Taichi: (BEAMING) ..... (BEAMING)
Taichi: (motioning towards the star) It's for you !! !!!
Koushiro:
Taichi: (..... BEAMING)
Taichi: It's purple !! Your color !! !!
Taichi: ('Right?!')
Koushiro: ....... ....
Taichi: (pointing at the 'K' on his new goggles. again) ?!?
Koushiro: .......
Koushiro: You can stay.
Taichi, mentally, still beaming: (pumping fists in celebration "YES!!!")
Koushiro, remembering his own wardrobe: ('...To be honest, I'm not the best judge of fashion, myself... maybe .....')
Koushiro, vaguely, to himself, as he lets Taichi inside: ('should we both go [shopping] together....')
#taishiro#taishirou#taikou#taichi yagami#koushiro izumi#koushirouizumi posts#koushirouizumi chat posts#(lbr since when was Koushiro a good judge of fashion either)#(ok but SERIOUSLY)#(FIRST THE 'K' NOW THE STAR IS PURPLE)#(AND IT'S RIGHT OVER HIS CHEST)#(tbh i'm vague imagining like them holding their digivices out and Koushiro's against his chest in the middle of the star)#(with Taichi smirking grinning maybe . good)#(alternatively their Crests or him holding Koushiro's crest maybe with his own)#(but they don't have the physical Crests anymore c r y)#(in AUs though)#(alternatively alternatively Taichi's Crest symbol glowing on his chest right in the middle of --- --- -----)#(sITS STRAIGHT UP TAICHI P L S TAICHI !!! P L S !!!!! IT'S PURPLE AND YOUR CREST IS THE ORANGE TAICHI P L S)#(THE THINGS I REALIZE AT NEAR MIDNIGHT WHILE I'M HALF ASLEEP GIGGLING OVER THIS NEW ART)#(ok but t b h in my fic it's him holding Koushiro's or both their Crests YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH)#(STILL THOUGH I'M TAICHI PLS)
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Can I please have some head canons for Fatgum with an s/o who is really good with kids? Thank
Taishiro honestly is in love with how good you are with kids. He loves how you can just have an instant connection with them, and how you can tame even the brattiest ones.
On more than one occasion, you have volunteered him to be used as a playground. When he had his fat, he’s super squishy, so the kids love playing with it. You do too, of course.
It makes him really excited to have kids, if that’s something you want. Seeing how good you are with children makes him wonder how good you could be with his child as well.
Taishiro loves how playful and energetic you can be, because it’s such a breath of fresh air to see someone not so worried about being mature. Kids are definitely an outlet to bring out some energy.
Because you’re so good with kids, Taishiro ends up intermingled with your antics. He finds himself almost babysitting you and the kids you’re with, but he likes it.
#Anonymous#toyomitsu taishirou#fatgum#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios#mha#mha imagines#mha scenarios
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Can I request Fat Gum (who is 8'2") with an s.o who is 5'3" and likes to use him as a bed and sit on his shoulder please. Fat Gum is my fav character and I'm so sad there isn't more content for him
Youre so small he thinks youre absolutely adorable
He’s more than happy to be your bed
He loves just wrapping his long arms around you and keeping you tight against his chest
Picking you up is so much fun too
So you can sit on his shoulders whenever
Or piggy back
Or anything really, he just likes picking you up so that youre on the same level as him
Cause bending over to kiss you does get kinda tiring
So he’s either just gotta be sitting or he’s gotta pick you up
There’s also plenty of kisses to the top of your head
It’s simple, it’s easier, and its cute
#fatgum#fatgum headcanons#fatgum imagine#fatgum x reader#taishirou imagine#taishiro toyomitsu#taishiro x reader#bnha#mha
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Can I request some fluffy relationship headcanons with Fatgum please?
absolutely!! fluffy hero dad coming right up
Toyomitsu Taishirou aka Fatgum:
-Obviously loves food dates. Really loves food dates where you both just pick up takeout somewhere and eat it while roaming the city or sitting around in a plaza or park. He loves the way you flush when he insists on feeding you and he absolutely doesn’t care who sees. You, food, and the city are his three favorite things in life and a date that combines all three of them is sure to make his day. He’s also always kind of on the job in the back of his head, so getting to spend time with you while he walks the streets is actually like the insanely better version of patrol.
-Okay, I don’t care how tall you are, Taishirou is going to be taller. Size difference is just something that’s going to exist in your relationship, but it’s not a problem or anything like that, you both work around it quite easily. He gives you kisses while you sit on the counter and doesn’t mind in the slightest that you bury your face in his chest when he hugs you. He’s fairly protective and enjoys the fact that his size can at least make you feel safe.
-He’s really good at remembering things like your birthday and anniversaries. It’s not like he keeps a super well organized calendar or anything, he just, somehow, remembers them. He could be bringing down the world’s largest super-villain run drug cartel the same day as your anniversary and he would still make sure to come home at a reasonable time with your favorite dinner and some kind of little you-specific gift. “Didn’t I just see you on the news arresting some serious criminal, like, twenty minutes ago?” You’ll ask him when he walks in the door. “Oh, yeah,” He’ll shrug like it’s no big deal, “But you’re way more important.”
-He has a picture of you in his wallet. Yeah, he knows it’s kind of tacky and he’ll get flustered if anyone asks him about it, but he never takes his wallet out on the job with him and as long as he’s not putting you in danger he’s going to keep it there. It’s kind of his lucky charm, and seeing your face brightens his mood no matter what he’s dealing with. One day it falls out of his wallet at the agency and Kirishima picks it up before he can and oh boy he is never going to hear the end of it. Adorable little Eijirou is full of questions: Who’s that? They’re really cute, are you guys married? Do you guys kiss? Can I meet them? Taishirou has always been proud of Kirishima’s enthusiasm, but that day he finds himself thankful for how little Amajiki cares about his personal life. “How was your day?” You ask when he gets home. He sighs and drags his hand down over his face, “Great, my intern has a crush on you.”
#im sorry im incapable of keeping kirishima out of anything he can possibly appear in#lmao i have no self control#but i love them and i hope you like these!!#fluff#toyomitsu taishirou#fatgum#boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia headcanons#my hero academia#my hero academia headcanons#bnha#bnha headcanons#bnha imagines#mha#mha headcanons#mha imagines
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probably unpopular Digimon / Taishiro opinion
‘seriously Koushiro when are you going to stop doing the "-san" thing with Taichi--’
Koushiro: never
Koushiro: he's Taichi-san
Taichi, probably [bc he definitely likes it by now or he would have gotten Koushiro to stop using it ages ago if this was most other series n e g l ]: ...
#taishiro#taishirou#taikou#taichi x koushiro#fic: repeat#izzyizumi posts#(i'm sorry)#(i know a lot like the dropping the san thing too but just)#(by this point it's hard for me to imagine yeah)#(any other series they'd be like 'stop calling me with -san!!')#(taichi doesn't even say it iirc)#(then again i need to double check but still)#(you'd think a shounen boy like taichi would insist on dropping the -san)#(but negl he probably loves it bc koushiro's actually showing him respect)#(unlike certain other ones sometimes also unlike other typical boys like taichi tbh)#(he probably was so used to being called without it that having koushiro always use it made him like it)#(also he probably likes it when koushiro emphasises the -san too n e g l)#(i'm sorry just some of my other favorite characters do this a lot too and)#(they never drop the -san ever)#(the particular one i'm thinking of uses -san for everyone almost like koushiro and)#(it's canonically implied he actually slept with another male character and he still uses the -san)#(i mean there's other things going on there too pfft but still)#(that's just how they are sometimes ok yes that doesn't mean)#(their possibly significant others don't find it ... nice ..... quite nice ... um yes)#(ok this post is mostly joking ok but really)#(me at the koushiro in my head 'seriously when will you stop--')#(that koushiro: 'never')#(that koushiro to taichi: 'taichi-san')#(taichi probably: 'oh')#(ok in koushiro's defense he does use -kun for some too but still you think he'd use something else for taichi by now but nope)
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