#i hate hate hate that they now know we keep extra snacks in the storeroom snd

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ABO (A) Fatgum Toyomitsu Taishiro x (O) Reader Big Jackets and Snack Runs

Word count: 1336

Warnings: Just villains being villains

Title:  ABO (A) Fatgum Toyomitsu Taishiro x (O) Reader Big Jackets and Snack Runs

Summary: You and Fatgum go shopping for snacks and run into a snag. 

(Gif not mine)

🍬-One thing you loved about Tai was his clothes. He was a big man and his clothes showed it. They swallowed you whole and were perfect to fill your nest with. 

🍬-He would come home to see you sporting one of his spare yellow jackets curling up on the couch or in your nest. He loved seeing you wear his clothes as much as you enjoyed putting the on.

🍬-Your shared apartment was always stocked full of candies and snacks. When Tai lived on his own he was kinda a bit of a slob. Nothing enough to attract ants or anything but his floor was known to have candy wrappers and chip bags scattered about. 

🍬-That all stopped when you had visited his apartment when you were first starting to court and your foot slid on a candy bar wrapper and you sprained your hand trying to catch yourself when you fell. 

🍬-Fatgum was beside himself when he saw you fall. He was quick to pick you up and sat you down in his lap on the couch. He was crooning up a storm trying to keep you calm. 

🍬-You were a bit embarrassed if you were being honest. You had just started courting and already made a fool of yourself in front of him. He must have mistaken your tears of embarrassment for pain because he really started freaking out then. 

🍬-“I’m so sorry, Y/N! I should have cleaned up a bit before inviting you over.” He rushed, he leaned forward trying to scent you to calm you down. 

🍬-“I’m fine, Tai. I am just a little embarrassed.” You blushed, looking down. Your wrist did hurt a bit but nothing an ice pack and some rest wouldn’t fix. 

🍬-“I should be the one embarrassed.” He replied. 

🍬-“It’s fine Tai. I know you have to eat a lot for your quirk. You probably don’t have a lot of time to clean because of your hero work.” It was your turn to try and calm him down. 

🍬-You cuddled with him on the couch for the rest of your day. He tried to talk you into staying over with him so he could take care of you but you reassured him you were fine. 

🍬-So now that you were both mated and sharing an apartment he had made sure to have a small trash can in each room so accidents like that wouldn’t happen.  

🍬-The first few months you moved in together you might have put on a few pounds. Fatgum keeping his kitchen stocked with every snack you could imagine was too much temptation for you to resist. 

🍬-He had made it clear that he didn’t mind you helping yourself to his snacks. If he was gonna share with anyone it would be his sweet mate. Let’s just say the extra chips and sweets showed up on your body. 

🍬-You grew self-conscious. You started going to the gym more and would shy away from Tai when he tried to touch you. He figured it out real quick about what was making you pull away. 

🍬-He was quick to put it to an end. He made sure to remind you that every inch of you was perfect and he didn’t care about your figure but about your heart. You swooned all over. 

🍬-In time you did learn to resist the chocolate and chips though. You would only eat them when Tai was home and didn’t want to be the only one enjoying them. He loved eating food together. 

🍬-He loved it when he came home to you in a cute apron mixing something over the stove. He always would take over once the food was done and serve you both. 

🍬-His reasoning was that if you cooked he served. He was generous with his helpings but wouldn’t bat an eye when you slid your unfinished plate his way. He would happily polish that off too. 

🍬-Your cooking was the bomb and he wasn’t afraid to enjoy it. 

🍬-Grocery shopping was a big deal in the household. Anytime you went shopping Tai would accompany you and help you with the food. You often had to get two carts to hold everything while he piled everything that caught his stomach’s eye. 

🍬-Luckily today was just a snack run so you only needed one cart and Tai lovingly set you down in it. He knew his tall stature was hard to keep up with so he sometimes had you riding around in the carts so he could browse the isles without leaving you behind. 

🍬-You didn’t mind it too much. People tended to stare but it was to be expected. You liked to sit facing him so it was a win-win situation for you. You loved to admire you mate.  

🍬-Plus it was nice to keep you in his sight in case something bad happened. And on this day it really came in handy. 

🍬-He was just entering the chip aisle when shots rang out through the store. He had a clear view of the villains that just walked in but you were covered from being seen. 

🍬-You had jumped at the harsh down. A chirp of distress escaped you as you eyed your mate. His happy smile was replaced with a fierce scowl. He hated when something interrupted his time with his mate let alone when someone was putting his mate in danger. 

🍬-He eyed his surroundings, catching sight of the swinging stock room doors that lined up perfectly with this isle. 

🍬-“Sorry, Omega.” He was quick to apologize. 

🍬-“What do you mean?” Before you could get the words out your strong mate pushed the cart with all of his might. You went flying down the aisle and crashed into the stockroom. 

🍬-Once the doors flapped closed and you were successfully hidden he got to business. He wasted no time confronting and beating the villains that dare come in here and endanger his mate.  

🍬-A few kicks and a punches later and he had them lined up outside hog tied waiting to be picked up by the police. Another Hero showed up on the scene so he felt safe leaving in their care. 

🍬-He rushed back to the chip aisle and dashed into the storeroom trying to find his mate. He didn’t expect you to find you hovering over a male trying to hold peas to his head. 

🍬-The cart was tipped over and all the snacks littered the ground.

🍬-“Omega?” He was confused.

🍬-You looked back and smiled at him. “I’m fine. The cart hit a bump and I was gonna fall out. I did but this guy broke my fall.” You looked back at the growing lump on the betas head. 

🍬-“I’m sorry again, Chad.” You softly patted his shoulder. 

🍬-“It’s fine. You know what they say about angels falling from the sky.” He joked, sending you a smirk. 

🍬-Fatgums hackles instantly rose. He wasn’t a jealous Alpha like most are and maybe it was the adrenaline but he kinda wished the Beta was more roughed up than he already was. Though he was glad the Beta took the brunt of your fall. 

🍬-He lifted you up by your underarms and absorbed you into his belly. Before you could protest he was walking out of the stock room. 

🍬-“We will pay for the damaged snacks.” He tossed a tiny scowl at the Beta before leaving.   

🍬-“Taishiro.” You pouted, trying to turn your head to scold him. 

🍬-“We can get snacks later. Right now I want you at home and in bed. We can order takeout and watch movies.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. 

🍬-“Oh! Can we get Chinese?” Your face brightened. 

🍬-“Anything for you.” He smiled, glad he was gonna be the only one receiving your attention.

I love this big Boi! He is too adorable. I hope you enjoyed it! 💕

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Hey! Since you are still taking prompts, here it goes: 2. We’re going to freeze to death and 70. Call me that one more time, see what happens. Please!

So it’s not the funniest thing I’ve ever done, but there might be a laugh or two buried in there somewhere.  Set in the Vegas!Married ‘verse.

“We’re going to freeze to death”/ “Call me that one more time, see what happens”

“Loch Ness?”

Honestly, he didn’t know why sheinsisted on repeating everything in the form of a question.  "Yes.“

"Did they hire you to find themonster?”

Sherlock gave her the blankest oflooks.  "An operator of one of the tour companies hired me toprevent a saboteur.  They’ve been having trouble all around the Lochand this one has a film crew booked for next week.“

"Oh.”  She soundeddisappointed.  

“So, what do you say, thirdhoneymoon?”  Maybe the third time would be the charm and they’dactually get to consummate the marriage this time.  He suspected shewas holding out on him because he had yet to get her stupid carfixed; she didn’t seem to realize how delicate negotiations offavours could be sometimes.  That, and the one mechanic who owed himsomething had gone to Bermuda a month ago and hadn’t been heard fromsince.  He couldn’t tell her that, though; she’d probably think he’dgot swallowed up by the Bermuda Triangle or some other nonsense.  Fora scientist, she was rather prone to delusion, their one… encounterin Nevada notwithstanding.

“Shh!”  She looked around tomake sure none of the lab techs heard.

“Oh right, it’s a secret,”Sherlock said, flaring his hands and bouncing around and making hiseyes wide.  With any other man she’d be parading around, Oh, look,I have a boyfriend, isn’t he so great and I’m Molly Hooper,completely and utterly not single, totally off the market becauseI’ve got a boyfriend and we’re having all the sex ever invented. Mrs. Hudson was right about marriage changing people.

She gave him a Look and he rolled hiseyes, but didn’t say anything else because he’d made his point. Maybe he’d start wearing his wedding ring just to aggravate her.  Thecontact dermatitis would be worth it.

“And John can’t go because of thebaby?”

“No, he just hates Scotland.”

“Ah.  Well, who doesn’t?  Even theScottish think it’s miserable.”

*

“I don’t think I’ve ever been on aplane that small before.  Was it built by the Wright Brothers?”she grumbled, dragging her suitcase behind her.  She stopped shortand he almost tripped over her, busy as he was cancelling theirreturn flight and securing a spot on the Caledonian Sleeper for thetrip home.  White-knuckling it in a crop-duster was not the kind ofdanger he enjoyed, thank you.  "Tell me that’s not our driver.“

"I can, though I personally thinka marriage is built on a strong foundation of trust, the cornerstoneof which is honesty in all things,” he said, taking in theclient—or whomever the client had sent—standing in front of a vanwith a cartoon Loch Ness Monster on the side holding a ripped pieceof cardboard that said SURELOCK HOOMES on it.  

Eh.  He’d seen worse.  Usually only oncoffee cups from Starbucks.

“He looks like GroundskeeperWilly.  You think he brought us a haggis?”

“Hope not.  I’d murder for a friedMars Bar, though.”

*

“Oh, and do keep an eye out forthe White Lady.  They say misfortune befalls whoever hears ‘erwails,” the innkeeper said, handing over the room key.

He made a mental note to check the roomfor hidden speakers, blacklights, and poorly-disguised secretpassages.

“Is the ghost included in the roomfee, or is something we have to pay extra for?”  He gave thewoman behind the desk one of his plastic smiles and didn’t wait foran answer before picking up his suitcase and heading for the stairs.

“Londoners.  And they say we’recheap,” he heard her grumble as they walked away.

*

“Molly, quit moaning,” hesaid, groping behind himself to give her a shake or a poke orsomething to wake her up.  Honestly, he felt no sympathy for her, hetold her not to eat that second mutton pie.  His hand came intocontact with her bum, and oh, that was nice.

“Get my car fixed first,” shegrumbled sleepily, the last word overlapping with another moan thatmost certainly didn’t come from her.  "Did you just…?“

"Wasn’t me,” he said,supremely annoyed that he’d missed something in his search.  

“Do you think it’s the WhiteLady?” she asked, pushing herself up on her elbows.

“Honestly Molly, you’re woman ofscience.”

“'There are more things in Heavenand Earth—’”

“Yes, yes, thank you Hamlet.” The moaning turned to weeping.  "Right, that’s it,“ hesaid, throwing back the covers.  

"What are you doing?”

“Finding those damn speakers.  Andthen I’m taking them down to the front desk.”

Molly groaned and flopped back onto herstomach, covering her head with the pillow.

*

“Oh!  I see something! Binoculars!”  Molly said, yanking him along with the binocularsaround his neck closer to the side of the boat.  They were supposedto be looking for places the saboteurs could moor a boat, but Mollyhad other ideas.

“Driftwood or wave?” heasked, bending closer than was strictly necessary to give the strapof the binoculars enough slack to let him breathe; he was sorelytempted to slip an arm around her waist under the pretence of helpingher maintain her balance on the rolling seas (which, truthfully, wasabout as choppy as a bathtub).

“Driftwood,” she saiddisappointedly after a few moments, letting the binoculars thud backagainst his chest.

He surreptitiously made another tickmark in his notebook as he gave the top of her head a little pat toconsole her.

Driftwood ||||

Wave ||

Reflection/ trick of light |||| ||

Animal |

Maybe she’d get lucky and spot a deadbody; at least that would be interesting.

*

“So I guess I can cross 'low speedboat chase’ off the bucket list,” Molly joked, hunkered behindone of the vinyl-upholstered bench seats.

“Just keep your head down,darling. Don’t give them a target,” Sherlock said, pulling herhead against his chest.  It wasn’t strictly necessary, but at leastthis way they wouldn’t get a look at her face if they had binoculars.

“Why did you call me darling?  Younever call me darling.  Is that some kind of code?”

Of course she’d have to ask stupidquestions.  "It’s a term of endearment.  Mary calls Johndarling.“

"And we are not Mary and John.”

“The dynamic is close enough.  I’mthe smart, deadly one and you’re the short, doctor-y one.”

“I can think of at least sixdifferent ways to kill you in the next 24 hours that no one wouldever question as murder,” she said.  "And at least a dozenmore when we get home.“

"Now’s not really the time forforeplay, darling.”

“Call me that one more time, seewhat happens,” she gritted out.

“Is that a threat or a promise,dar—” he didn’t get to finish the thought as a stray shotapparently hit just the right spot on the tour boat’s gas tank tomake it explode.

*

“We’re going to freeze to death,”Molly after they’d struggled ashore.  "Hypothermia, just likeDyatlov Pass.  It’s like some kind of crypid-hunter curse. Paradoxical undressing, you’re doing it already!“

"Nothing paradoxical about it, mycoat weighs more than you do now.  Probably want to get rid of thatjumper, yourse—”

“Do you hear that?” Mollyfroze.

Oh shit.  He looked around forsomewhere to take cover; their would-be killers were coming back tofinish the job.  

“Over there!”  He pointed towhat looked to be an archway carved into the bedrock under thecastle, long over-grown with vines and brush.

*

Molly shouted as two red eyes glintedat them from the darkness.  "It’s real, I told you it’s real,“she said, clinging onto his arm while leaning closer to get a betterlook.  He got the feeling it was less out of fear and more becauseshe was ready to use him as a human shield/ monster snack if she hadto.

"It’s a prop,” he said,holding the lighter (next time she complained about his smoking, heneed only remind her that carrying it had saved her life) higher toreveal the faint outline of a metal framework with a (rather crudely)sculpted head.

“Is that a… submarine?”Molly asked, looking at the rusted heap at the centre of the cavern.

“Hardly surprising, consideringthe tourist industry,” he murmured, noticing the moulderingskeleton wearing what looked to be an old Royal Navy uniform in thedriver’s seat.  Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have a proper torch anddry clothing…  He’d simply have to come back later.  "Come on,I think that’s probably a stairway that leads up to the castle.“

*

"You were wrong.  We’re not goingto freeze to death, we’re going to die in a labyrinth underneath acastle in the Highlands,” he said, completely unimpressed whilelooking at the point where the passage split in three directions. They all looked equally disused, no wear patterns on the floor ordrafts or other signs to indicate which one led to the surface.

“Oh no, we’ll still die ofhypothermia long before hunger, thirst, or lack of oxygen gets us,”Molly said.  Stripping to their pants hadn’t done much to providewarmth, but at least they were drier now.  "If video games havetaught me anything, one way leads to treasure, one way ends in a pitof certain death, and one is a shortcut to the surface.  Go left.“

"Left.”

“People always go right becauseeveryone’s right-handed—”

“John—”

“Is a freak of nature.  Peoplealways go right, so that one is the death pit, and the middle oneseems like it would be too easy, so they ignore it because reversepsychology works, so it has to be the treasure.  We go left and weget to the surface,” she said, tugging him forward towards theleft-hand path.

“I think my brain’s alreadyshutting down because that actually made some kind of sense,” hesaid, then stopped when something wedged in a crack in the stonecaught his eye.  

*

“If only I had a working cameraright now,” Molly said, looking him up and down.  On one hand,it was rather good luck they’d surfaced in the back of a storeroomunderneath the castle’s gift shop, because that meant they didn’thave to wait any longer for warm, dry things to put on.

On the other hand, it was a gift shopin the Scottish Highlands, so those warm, dry things consistedof argyle socks, kilts, Fair Isle jumpers and, of course, theubiquitous novelty t-shirts.  At least, for him; Molly was too smallfor most of what they had to offer, so she ended up in a plushone-piece Nessie pyjama-costume-thing.  She wasn’t the only one thatwished for a working camera.

At least they didn’t actually have topay for it; the head of the museum seemed rather excited about thering he’d found, something about the Knights Templar or somesuch,went on about it the whole way back to the inn as she gave them alift.

*

“Am I supposed to pee in this now,or once I’m in the water?” Molly asked, doing a weird kind ofinterpretive dance, presumably to make the wetsuit more comfortable.

“Don’t pee in it at all, it’s ahire,” he said.  With any luck, he’d be the only one in thewater this time; hers was just a precaution against another possiblecase of hypothermia.  Not that he hadn’t enjoyed sharing a tepidshower with her or the naked cuddle under the electric blanket thatfollowed, but he’d rather repeat those experiences when they weren’tflirting with multiple organ failure.  And maybe when his externalgenitalia didn’t look like someone had aimed a cartoon shrink-ray atit.

*

“Well, I think that should aboutdo it,” he said once he’d removed the mouthpiece and taken offthe mask.  The saboteurs would be in for a nasty surprise when theytried to abscond in their boat come the dawn, and they’d be met witha fleet of the remaining tour boats if they tried to swim for it. The mastermind of the original insurance scam was already in policecustody.

Molly started the boat (and really,he’d have to find out where, exactly, she’d learned how to handleone, probably from an ex-boyfriend or something tedious, consideringshe’d grown up inland) and he began to get himself out of the scubaapparatus.  A soft splash off to his right caught his attention andhe turned his head, already on guard in case they weren’t as in theclear as he thought they’d been.

He blinked, his brain obviously notcorrectly processing the information his eyes were sending it.  Along, slender neck with a head the size of a rugby ball rose from thewater at the side of the boat; it turned its face first one way, thenthe other to look at him.  The glowing red eyes on either side of itshead were like a rabbit and probably afforded it both low-light andpanoramic visio—what was he saying?!  It was obviously anotherprop, one of the other boat captains taking the piss, probablytesting something for the film crew that was due to show in a fewdays’ time.  He took a step closer and peered at it, trying todetermine if it was made of foam rubber or silicone, where themechanical points of articulation were, listening for hidden motors;truly, it looked to be a marvel of craftmanship even in the low lightof dusk.  It even smelled like an animal.  

He reached out to touch it and itreared back, nearly tipping the boat and sending him sprawling in theprocess.  He looked to Molly, clinging desperately to the wheelinside the cabin, then sprang up to look around for evidence ofanother submersible.  

“Just a wave,” he said outloud, trying to reassure Molly.  Well, mostly himself.

*

“Thought you were dying for one ofthese,” Molly said from where she was reclined on the bed injust a dressing gown.  She held the fried Mars Bar out to him when hesat next to her to take off his shoes.

“Not feeling very hungry, thankyou,” he said, taking note of the pale expanse of her thigh, butstill too shaken by the experience on the boat to attempt anything.

“Didn’t think you were the type toget seasick,” she remarked before taking another bite, thenmaking a noise as warm chocolate and nougat dribbled onto her chin.

He ignored it, and the way she gatheredit with her fingertip and sucked it into her mouth.  "You reallydidn’t see anything?“ he hedged.

"No!  For the last time, I didn’tdrive us into a rock or a log or whatever it is you keep implying.  Imean, I appreciate that you’re trying to be nicer about thingsbecause we’re married and… staying that way… but really,it’s the same as making an accusation, so next time you might as welljust come out and say it.”

He opened his mouth to refute herstatement, but thought better of it; probably best to keep to himselfwhat he’d seen.  She’d most likely want to check his head for lumpsor worse, start moping because she hadn’t seen it.  He would have hiscrisis of logic all on his own, quietly, in the shower.  It was justa Baskerville situation; the explanation was there, he just needed tothink through it.

Of course, no explanation wasforthcoming; nothing had shown on the sonar and there had been nobubbles or other signs of… anything.  

He stared at the ceiling long afterMolly draped her very naked self over him and fell asleep (and hereally wasn’t sure which of them was more disappointed in hisapparent lack of interest, but he was going to assume that he couldback-burner getting her car fixed as a priority, now); the Loch NessMonster wasn’t real.  And neither were ghosts, even if he hadn’tfound the damn speakers or the hidden projector that made theflickering woman by the window.

One thing was for certain: he was nevertaking another case in Scotland.  And he was never taking Molly onanother honeymoon.