#toyomitsu

[https-milo]

I didn’t see him on your list of characters guide but would you ever do Fatgum for the Instagram series? If not feel free to ignore this! I just love him a lot!

I NEED TO UPDATE MY LIST OF CHARACTERSSS I SWEAR!! THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND TIME SOMEONE'S REQUESTED SOMEONE WHO WASN'T ON THE LIST BUT I DON'T MIND DOING :,((

anyways! thanks for the request!!

DATING TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU(FAT GUM) INSTAGRAM!

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instagram posts w/ comments while dating Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fat Gum)!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

main m. list / instagram m. list

y/nbakes · 13w

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y/nbakes new bite-sized pies at the bakery! come on down and let me know how they taste! :D Tagged: sugarcoatbakery

t.amajiki /bmi.fatgum you wanted a new bakery to visit, right? bmi.fatgum t.amajiki wow amajiki! this is great! if only you could speak out like this during work hours, huh? t.amajiki bmi.fatgum you're so mean. this is workplace harassment

bmi.fatgum THOSE LOOK SO GOOD! I'M RUNNING! y/nbakes bmi.fatgum UH HELLO? I'LL SEE YOU SOON THEN, MR. FAT GUM!

bmi.fatgum · 10w

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bmi.fatgum I've been going to sugarcoatbakery every day for two weeks now, they never miss! The food is so good!

Tagged: y/nbakes

y/nbakes AHH OMG! HELLO?? Thank you so much, Mr. Fat gum! I'm glad you enjoy the food my staff and I make! bmi.fatgum y/nbakes ANYTIME! YOU'RE SO TALENTED! y/nbakes bmi.fatgum you're too sweet :,) <3 bmi.fatgum y/nbakes I should be saying that to you, considering you're the baker! :D y/nbakes bmi.fatgum well, you're the one that eats all my sweets! you inhale everything sweet, sooo YOU are sweet! ^-^ bmi.fatgum y/nbakes whatever you say ;)

redriot OH HEY! That's the place you took Amajiki and me to! t.amajiki redriot yeah... I showed it to him and he's obsessed with goin now. only when the owner is working though bmi.fatgum t.amajiki AHAHAH WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN, TAMAKI!? t.amajiki bmi.fatgum I feel your glare through my screen and it's scaring me. I wanna go home.

INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES!

bmi.fatgum replied to your story: we should do that again buttt without Tamaki and Kirishima!!

y/nbakes: I would love to!! that'd be so fun :D

bmi.fatgum: sooo it's a date? Read 18:26

y/nbakes: SORRY I WAS FREAKING OUT Sent 18:32

y/nbakes: UH YES PLEASE! JUST LET ME KNOW WHEN???

bmi.fatgum: of course, I'll pick you up Saturday?

y/nbakes: YESYESYESYEYSES

INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES!

bmi.fatgum replied to your story: making me look big and for what :(

y/nbakes: taiiii you realize you eat my entire inventory during your patrols right ^-^

y/nbakes: no offense, but it is also kind of a part of your quirk!!

y/nbakes: besidesss it makes you strong, right? but I think you're already strong, skinny form or hero form!!

bmi.fatgum: you think im strong?

y/nbakes: well duh! why wouldn't I?

y/nbakes: you're not #58 for no reason, y'know? bmi.fatgum reacted "❤️" to this message

bmi.fatgum: thanks y/n :)

bmi.fatgum: are you interested in going out again?

y/nbakes: 1000000000%!!

y/nbakes: tonight was so fun <3

y/nbakes: thank youuu

bmi.fatgum: anytime! :DD

bmi.fatgum: how about a restaurant this time?

y/nbakes: id love that!

bmi.fatgum: great! I'll pick you up Tuesday night? y/nbakes reacted "❤️" to this message

y/nbakes: sounds perfect :)

y/nbakes · 9w

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y/nbakes me and the newly-appointed boyfriend had an amazing dinner <3 (the flowers smelt soooo good!!)

Tagged: bmi.fatgum

bmi.fatgum our past few dates have been so fun, I'm so glad we're together!! <33 y/nbakes bmi.fatgum me too!! I'm super glad you came into my bakery and ate all those apple pies a month ago ^^ bmi.fatgum y/nbakes I'd do it again 100 times y/nbakes bmi.fatgum for me or the pies? bmi.fatgum y/nbakes both!! ����🥰

redriot wow, I dont think i've seen Fat Gum with portions that small y/nbakes redriot don't let the picture fool you!! (he ordered 6 different meals and 2 whole cakes) redriot y/nbakes sounds more like it! 😭😭

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Thank you so much for reading <3

me after adding variety for the insta posts: 😁😁

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[frickingnerd]

fatgum when he's jealous

pairing: taishiro toyomitsu / fatgum x gn!reader

tags: oblivious/dense!fatgum (fatgum is bad at feelings), jealous!fatgum, literally lovesick!fatgum, wholesome fluff

the first time fatgum saw you talking to someone else, he thought he was sick

there was this weird feeling in his stomach, that he just couldn't get rid of

even after drinking some water, that feeling was still there

and everytime he looked at you and saw you laughing with one of his colleagues, it just got worse

eventually, he just couldn't take it anymore and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the other guy

he explained to you that he wasn't feeling well and that perhaps you'd know what to do about it

but once he was alone with you, that stomach ache had stopped

suddenly, it was like he had never felt unwell in the first place

he didn't realize that he had never felt sick in the first place but that what he was feeling was in fact just jealousy…

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 19: Warming up w/ Taishiro Toyomitsu

Word count: 1.2k, Gender-neutral reader

The city was bustling with people as the cold fall air crept in. The wind blew as you kept close to Taishiro, the goosebumps lining your skin increasing. The weather hadn’t said anything about temperatures dropping this low!

After a good while of traversing different food vendors, the warmth of the food you've consumed so far was no use to keep your senses at bay, however Taishiro seemed to be as happy as a clam. As you come to a stop, a shiver racks through you from head to toe, taishiro seems to notice this, quirking a brow.

"What's wrong, love? You seem to be shivering a lot" He put his muscled hand on your shoulder, his fingers softly rubbing your side. He wanted to see if you were okay before you proceeded with your night. "Are you cold or something?" he asked once more as a smile spread across his lips, wanting to see if he could do anything to help you warm up.

You shrug, sending him a reassuring smile, “Just a little chilly out is all! Don't worry about me Taishi” Your smile falters however as another gust of air sweeps through.

His brows furrow, "Don't worry about you? I'm a pro hero, that's like… My whole job!" Taishiro replied with a chuckle, giving your shoulder a gentle rub as the two of you walked down the cold streets of the city. "Seriously, If you're cold, we can grab some snacks, or maybe stop at a coffee shop if you want a hot drink" he suggested in his usual friendly tone as he wrapped his arm around you, keeping you close to his warm body to try to help you warm up.

You think for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, yeah that actually sounds really good!” His signature smile warps onto his face, his stature practically lighting up the entire street. "Great, I know a coffee shop a couple blocks over that makes the best mochas around." He begins taking the lead, taking you to the coffee shop around the corner. He kept his arm draped over you, letting his body give some heat to your shivering body.

Taishiro opened the door to the coffee shop for you and ushered you to enter, a smile still on his face as he followed you to the counter. "What do you think you're gonna want? I'd recommend a mocha, or maybe a chai… Their hot chocolate is pretty good too!" he offered as he looked over at the menu, giving some ideas to help you pick. You chuckle at his enthusiasm, browsing the menu thoroughly before ordering your drink and waiting with him patiently, hand in hand. As he took your hand into his large one, he noticed just how cold you were. “Sweetie, you're hand! It's practically freezing off the bone” He inspects your hand for a second before taking off the glove surrounding his vacant hand.

He slipped it on to your frigid hand, holding it once more. “There! Now when we hold hands outside they won't get cold.”

You observe his every action. Your heart practically melted at the gesture but before you could speak, your drinks were finished. Taishiro grabbed his order, passing you your drink as the two of you stepped outside, once again being met with the cold breeze.

“You’re really sweet, you know that, Taishi?” You can't help but acknowledge his kind gesture from earlier. “It's no biggie, darlin’ Just wanna make sure you’re cared for!” He smiled and blew on his chai latte in an attempt to cool it down before taking a sip. He leaned in close to you again, letting his body provide some warmth while the two of you walked through town. "You feel any better yet?" he asked, hoping that the hot drink would help warm you up a bit.

You hum, sipping your drink contently, the warm liquid warming you up inside. Taishiro smiled as he saw you sip on your drink, feeling better, though he could tell you weren't fully warmed up yet so he decided to do something to help. "I have another idea… How about you give me a hug? I'm sure i've got enough warmth to go around haha" he suggested with a grin, wanting to provide some more body heat to help warm you up. His arms were open, inviting you for a hug.

And you have to admit, he's probably right. This guy was frankly a powerhouse of body heat, needing less clothing than you when it came to the cold endeavor.

Knowing this, you nod eagerly, giving into his embrace carefully, keeping your drink close to you.

He let you press your face into his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around you to protect you from the cold, his body radiating heat that was sure to help warm you up. He gave you a gentle squeeze as he held you close to him. "How's that? Feeling warmer?" he asked as he looked down at you with a smile.

You nod frantically, basking in his warmth. “Much better, thank you, Taishi. I owe you one” You can help but nuzzle your face into his broad chest, getting lost in the fervor of his very being.

Taishiro beamed with a grin as he heard your claims, holding you close. "No problem darlin’, I'll do anything to help you!" he says cheerfully with a smile, giving you another squeeze. He kept you tight in his arms and let you bury your face into his chest, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You chuckle as you pull away slightly, getting lost in the moment before you pull back. Finally– hm. You look up at him, now noticing the height difference between the two of you. It was quite difficult of a task to try to reach his height even on your tippiest of toes.

“Um, mind leaning down for me?” He notices your feat with a chuckle as he complies, leaning down a bit to get closer to your height. "Haha, of course" He let you grab ahold of his head and brought it down to your level, letting you reach up to his lips so you could give him a kiss. He grinned, his cheeks going slightly red as he held you close in his arms, his body still radiating heat. "Gotta say, I don't mind this view at all… Having to lean down so you can kiss me." He teased with a hearty chuckle.

You join his laughing buzz, reaching up a thumb to rub his cheek. “I don't mind either. honestly i think i’m not even cold anymore.”

His eyes perk up as his signature smile reappears upon his large face. "Perfect, I'm glad! Now, how about we stop at a convenience store to grab some snacks? I'm getting kinda hungry" Taishiro suggested with a grin as he pulled away, holding you by the waist as he gave you a bright smile. "We can get some yakisoba bread, or maybe some ice cream. Ooh, or maybe both?" he says with an amused chuckle, eager to share the night with you.

And that you did. His efforts made you feel warmer on the inside and out, even without trying.

[frogsonalotusleaf]

@penandswords

“So, you’re the one doing Endeavor’s new marketing campaign. I love it. Do you freelance? I wanna refresh mine, too.” He talked in between bites of food. She was so petite, Gum observed.

[rumisgf]

“ dessert ”

fatgum eats pussy for sport.

the way he has you squirming and writhing under his touch should be illegal. you thank every god above the sun that you were able to find a man like him because boy, does have he have heavenly skills. he begs you to let him eat you out whenever he takes you out to dinner or you get back from an event— especially after you’re both dressed up and you text him about the slickness in your underwear just by looking at him from across the table. now you’re really in for it.

“shiro~..please-”

he lands a soft, yet warning slap on your thigh as he buries his head further into your dripping cunny. your slick puddles underneath your ass as you drip even more onto the sheet- and he takes no time dragging his tongue down to your weeping hole to lick you up.

“you wanted this baby… let me take care ‘a ya..”

the vibration of his smooth voice sending chills down your spine, and you already feel your now second orgasm build up in your stomach. his large hands hold your thighs in place, squeezing on the soft flesh under his grasp.

“ouu~”

you let out a deep moan as his thick fingers plunge into your pussy, and you start gushing around him fingers. he hums in complete satisfaction as your arousal drips out and he makes sure he milks you out completely before lifting his head up for air.

“love this sweet lil’ pussy..”

you’re definitely giving him a baby tonight.

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[casuallamppastapizza]

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[all-horikoshi-sketches]

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#9 Ya like jazz?~

Villain Y/n Falling in love with Fatgum...Thats it...Literally Hot Villain falling in love with the cuddliest-looking hero...

Villain!Y/n*Eyes focusing Solely on him,Evading his attacks*...

Fatgum*Slightly weirded out*...

Villain!Y/n: Hey Let's play 20 questions while we fight you first!~

Fatgum:...Uh...What's your favorite color?

Villain!Y/n*Laser Focus dodges his fist and manages to be face to face*TRIANGLE-ARE YOU SINGLE? BACKUP QUESTION WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN DATING ME?

Mr Compress: Y/N!?-

Villain!Y/n: shut yo damn mouth you! IM COURTING HERE!?-

-Back in your center of operation-

Hench: Do you realize there's a rumor going around that you're in love with Fatgum?

Villain!Y/n*Is making a collage of pictures of Fatgum on their wall* A rumor? Are you telling me people are doubting it??

[nev4chii]

He's very yellow and happy and friendly and he makes me happy

[stupidlobstersocks]

I missed rendering fatgum so bad pfff

[kozzdraw]

Pages from Deku's creature chronicle... part 6

Nav: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

Kudos to @bibliodraco with the big brain of a baku FatGum, for which I would have never come up with a cute little sideplot with Shihai and Midnight.

[writeriguess]

Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa and Hawks (and Dabi or Fatgum if you can and want) if you don't mind where his girlfriend Y/N who is a pro hero (top 10 and with a strong quirk) got in the way during the fight with Stain (or another vilain) and the students of UA and was found injured

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

You were barely conscious when they found you. The sharp sting of pain in your ribs, the sticky warmth of blood on your skin—it was all secondary to the ringing in your ears. You could hear muffled voices, urgent and frantic, but the darkness tugging at you was persistent.

And then you felt him.

Rough, calloused hands gripping your wrist, checking your pulse. The shift of fabric as someone crouched beside you. Then—his voice. Low and steady, but frayed at the edges.

“Y/N. Stay with me.”

Aizawa.

You wanted to respond, to reassure him, but your body refused to cooperate. You felt a hand press against your cheek—warm, grounding.

“You better not fucking die on me.”

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

The steady beep of a heart monitor greeted you when you woke. Your body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, and breathing sent sharp pain through your ribs. The too-white hospital lights burned into your retinas as you forced your eyes open.

A figure sat beside your bed, arms crossed, eyes dark.

Aizawa.

His gaze snapped to yours the second you stirred. Relief flickered across his face, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by something colder.

“You’re a damn idiot.”

Your throat was dry, voice raspy. “Good morning to you too.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Don’t.”

You swallowed hard. “Shouta—”

“You almost died,” he interrupted, voice eerily even. “In front of my students. In front of me.”

The weight of those words pressed down on you. You had seen Aizawa mad before—at reckless students, at irritating paperwork, at stubborn higher-ups. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just anger. It was fear, buried deep beneath his exhaustion.

You tried to sit up, but he immediately pushed you back down with a firm hand.

“Stay still.”

You exhaled, wincing at the tightness in your chest. “The students—”

“They’re fine.” His fingers curled into his sleeves. “They wouldn’t have been if you bled out in front of them.”

“I had to step in,” you murmured. “They’re still kids, Shouta. You know that.”

His hands clenched. “I also know that you’re not invincible.”

“I never said I was.”

“Then why the hell did you act like it?” His voice rose slightly, raw with frustration. “Do you even know what it felt like? Watching you drop? Seeing you covered in blood and not knowing if you were going to make it?”

Guilt twisted in your stomach. “Shouta…”

“You were reckless.” His dark eyes burned into yours. “And if I hadn’t gotten to you in time, I’d be sitting in a morgue instead of a hospital room.”

You felt the bed dip as he leaned in, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was unkempt, his under-eyes darker than usual. Had he even slept?

“I can’t do this,” he muttered, voice lower now. “I can’t lose you.”

Your chest tightened, but not from the pain this time. You reached for his hand, fingers brushing his wrist. He didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face before finally looking at you again. “Just… don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough.”

You squeezed his hand. “I promise.”

Aizawa studied you for a long moment before sighing. He let his head drop slightly, his forehead just barely touching your arm. His grip on your hand tightened, grounding both of you.

“Good.”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Pain was the first thing you noticed. It radiated through your body in sharp, pulsing waves, making it hard to breathe. Your limbs felt heavy, your mind sluggish. Distantly, you registered the scent of smoke, the crackling of fire, and the sound of distant shouting.

And then—wings.

A gust of air brushed over you, followed by the rapid thud of boots against the pavement. A voice—frantic, desperate—cut through the ringing in your ears.

“Y/N!”

A familiar warmth wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly. You barely registered the red feathers encircling your body, supporting your weight as you were cradled against something solid and warm.

“H-Hey, stay with me,” the voice pleaded. “C’mon, baby bird, open those pretty eyes for me.”

You wanted to respond—to tell him you were still there—but your body refused to obey. The darkness pulled at you, and this time, you didn’t have the strength to fight it.

The steady beep of a heart monitor was the next thing you heard. The scent of antiseptic burned your nose, and your entire body ached like you had gone ten rounds with a Nomu. You forced your eyes open, wincing at the sterile brightness of the hospital room.

And then you saw him.

Keigo sat in the chair beside your bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. His golden eyes were fixed on the floor, but his wings twitched with restless energy. The usual lazy smirk was gone.

You licked your cracked lips. “Keigo…”

His head snapped up so fast you thought he might get whiplash. His wings flared slightly, his eyes wide with something raw.

“You’re awake.”

You tried to smile. “That obvious?”

The reaction you expected—his usual teasing, a cocky quip—never came. Instead, Keigo surged forward, cupping your face between his hands. His touch was gentle, but his fingers trembled against your skin.

“You scared me,” he breathed. His voice, usually so light and carefree, was barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard. “Keigo, I—”

“No.” His grip tightened, just enough to keep you there, to keep you looking at him. “You don’t get to pull that shit on me.”

Your throat tightened at the raw emotion in his voice. “Keigo…”

“I saw you bleeding out,” he continued, his wings drooping. “You were lying there, and I—I couldn’t get to you fast enough.”

You knew he was fast. Faster than anyone. But even Hawks had limits.

“You got to me,” you murmured.

“Barely.” He let out a hollow laugh. “I’m the number two hero, and I still wasn’t fast enough. What the hell kind of hero am I if I can’t even protect the person I—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply.

Your heart ached at the frustration in his voice.

“You did protect me,” you insisted. “If it weren’t for you, I might not be here at all.”

Keigo shook his head, golden eyes flashing. “I should’ve been there—”

“Keigo.” You reached for his hand, your fingers brushing his wrist. He immediately caught your hand in both of his, gripping it like a lifeline.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the quiet beeping of the monitor. Keigo bowed his head, pressing his forehead against your knuckles. His hands were warm, but they trembled slightly against yours.

“I can’t do this again,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t lose you.”

Your chest tightened. You had seen Keigo flirt his way out of countless situations, had watched him laugh in the face of danger. But this? This was real. Unfiltered. Raw.

You squeezed his hand. “You won’t.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Promise me.”

You gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster. “I promise.”

Keigo exhaled sharply before shifting forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His wings curled slightly around the bed, as if shielding you from the rest of the world.

“You’re never scaring me like that again,” he murmured, voice low and steady.

You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “I’ll try.”

Keigo let out a breathless chuckle, his grip on your hand never loosening. “That’s not good enough.”

You cracked an eye open, smirking despite the pain. “I promise.”

This time, he smiled too. It was small, a little broken, but real.

Dabi

Pain clawed through your body like a wildfire, searing and unrelenting. The world around you was a blur of destruction—smoke curling into the night sky, the acrid scent of burned concrete and singed flesh thick in the air. The muffled sounds of battle were fading now, distant, like they belonged to another world.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lying there.

Somewhere in the haze, you heard boots scraping against the rubble. The slow, deliberate pace sent a shiver down your spine, even in your half-conscious state. Then, a familiar voice cut through the ringing in your ears, rough and laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Oh, hell no. You are not dying on me, sweetheart.”

The warmth of calloused hands ghosted over your cheek, tilting your head ever so slightly. A thumb brushed against your blood-smeared skin, just light enough to ground you.

You knew that voice. You knew that touch.

Dabi.

You tried to speak, but your throat was raw—probably from screaming. The only sound you managed was a weak rasp.

Dabi’s hands twitched against you. His movements weren’t rushed, but there was a tension in his body, coiled tight beneath his patchwork skin. His breath was uneven.

“You look like shit,” he muttered, but the usual sarcasm was absent.

You let out something between a laugh and a cough, pain flaring in your ribs. Dabi’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into the tattered fabric of your suit.

“Dammit, Y/N,” he growled. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You tried to blink the blurriness from your vision, swallowing hard. “Students… they needed help…”

Dabi exhaled sharply through his nose. “Yeah? And who the hell was supposed to help you?”

Your body felt impossibly heavy, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. “Didn’t… think that far ahead.”

A dark chuckle left his lips, but there was no humor in it. “No shit.”

A moment passed. Then another. The distant chaos of sirens filled the background, but Dabi wasn’t moving.

Your vision cleared just enough to see his expression—his usual smirk was gone. His blue eyes, always filled with mischief or malice, were stormy, dark.

You had seen Dabi angry before. You had seen him cruel, amused, even amused at cruelty.

But this? This was different.

His jaw tightened. His fingers dug into your suit. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Your breath hitched. “You… care that much?”

Dabi let out a sharp laugh. “Don’t act so surprised, sweetheart.”

His voice was quieter now, rough around the edges. He glanced away for half a second, running a hand through his wild black hair. The soft glow of flames reflected in the staples lining his face.

“I thought you were dead,” he admitted. “For a second. And that second sucked.”

You exhaled a weak chuckle. “That bad, huh?”

His gaze snapped back to you, sharp and burning. “You think this is funny?”

The heat in his tone startled you. You had never seen him like this before.

“You don’t get it,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “You don’t get what it would’ve done to me if you actually died.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Dabi’s fingers traced the edges of your bruised cheek, his touch uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t do attachments,” he muttered. “Never have. They make you weak. But you?” He exhaled harshly. “You fucked me up, Y/N.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“I don’t know how to do this shit,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I don’t know how to care about someone without it ruining me. But here I am, sitting in a pile of rubble, begging you to stay alive.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

Then, after a long moment, Dabi scoffed. “Tch. I probably sound pathetic.”

You mustered whatever strength you had left, lifting a trembling hand to cup his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your fingers—always running hot, like he was seconds away from burning the whole world down.

“You don’t,” you whispered. “Not to me.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he surged forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath was hot against your lips, his grip firm on your wrist.

“You’re not allowed to die,” he murmured. “Got it?”

You nodded weakly. “Got it.”

Dabi exhaled, his grip on you never loosening.

And for once, he didn’t try to hide the way his hands trembled.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Your body felt like it had been through a meat grinder. Every breath sent sharp pain slicing through your ribs, and your limbs refused to move the way you wanted. The ground beneath you was rough, littered with debris, and the distant sound of sirens barely registered through the dull ringing in your ears.

You had fought hard. Maybe too hard.

The students… you remembered them. You had jumped in before the villain’s attack could reach them. You knew you’d get hurt, but that didn’t matter at the time. You just needed to protect them.

Now, as the world around you blurred in and out of focus, you started to regret how reckless you had been.

Then, a shadow loomed over you. Heavy boots pounded against the broken pavement, followed by the sound of something massive shifting. A warm, familiar voice—usually so full of energy—was laced with something you had never heard from him before.

Panic.

“Oi! Y/N—! Stay with me, ya hear?”

You felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you with almost ridiculous ease. The warmth of his body surrounded you, and even in your dazed state, you recognized it.

“Tai…” you murmured, voice hoarse.

His grip tightened. “Aw, hell—why’d ya have to go an’ do somethin’ so damn reckless?!”

You could hear the strain in his voice, the way it wavered ever so slightly. You had never heard Fatgum sound scared before.

“Had to… help,” you whispered.

Taishiro let out a sharp breath, adjusting you carefully in his hold. His usually cheerful expression was twisted into something pained, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched.

“Help? Y/N, ya almost died,” he gritted out. “What kinda help is that, huh?”

You managed a weak chuckle. “The good kind?”

Taishiro let out a deep, frustrated sigh, but his arms never loosened around you. You could feel the way his body trembled—something completely foreign for a man built like a fortress.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” he muttered.

Your eyelids grew heavier, exhaustion tugging at you. You felt warm—safe, despite the pain—but you couldn’t fight the weight dragging you down.

“No, no, no—hey, don’t you go closin’ those eyes on me,” Taishiro warned, his voice low and urgent. “You stay with me, Y/N.”

“Tired,” you murmured.

“I don’t care,” he snapped, his grip tightening just a bit. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere, ya hear me?”

You forced your eyes open, just barely. Taishiro’s face was close to yours now, his expression raw. His usual grin was gone, replaced with something that made your chest ache.

You had seen him in the middle of battle, had watched him take brutal hits with a laugh, but you had never seen him like this.

“C’mon, sugar,” he pleaded, his voice softer now. “I need ya to hold on.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus. “I’m here.”

Taishiro let out a shaky breath, his arms adjusting around you as he pulled you closer. “Good,” he murmured. “That’s real good.”

The sirens were getting closer now. Help was coming. But Taishiro didn’t let go, didn’t shift his grip.

He just held you.

And for the first time in your life, you saw Fatgum without his usual smile—without his endless optimism. Just Taishiro. Just the man who was terrified of losing you.

“I got ya,” he whispered. “I got ya, Y/N. Always.”

And this time, you believed him.

[obiwanskenobi]

Pros Off Duty

All of the Pro-Hero photocards I've been working on for the past year. This has been such a fun project, and I love getting to show love to characters that don't get nearly enough of it!

I might do one more round of characters after this, so are there any that I've missed?

[mslovingghost]

Fat Gum x Reader

He doesn’t feel desired because of his body. Fatgum x Reader

Taishiro had been navigating the dating scene for a while, and after countless dates, he reached a conclusion: people only liked his skinny form. At first, they acted as if it didn’t bother them, but eventually, it did. Each time, he found himself alone again, scrolling through various dating apps out of desperation. Was it so unreasonable to want to settle down with someone who appreciated all parts of him?

It wasn't long before he found you. You were the first person to swipe right on him without inquiring about his hero work. Instead, you asked about the dog in the background of one of his photos – his golden retriever named Oden, whom he got to keep him company. From that moment, his conversations with you lasted for hours, culminating in an agreement for your first date. Fatgum wanted it to be special because you were becoming special to him.

The details were set. On his day off, he would come to your place, and the two of you would have dinner away from the prying eyes of paparazzi. However, as the day approached, he grew anxious about whether you would expect him to change into his skinny form, as all his previous dates had asked. By the time he stood in front of your door, he felt nauseous from the swirling ideas in his head. But when your face greeted him, he almost calmed down, captivated by how beautiful you looked in casual attire.

He was nearly mesmerized by you until he snapped back to reality. “Are you sure you don’t mind me like this? I can change back into my other form—” he muttered, letting his insecurities spill out until you cut him off. You laughed, looking at him as if he were joking. “What are you talking about? I hope I didn’t make all this food for you if you were planning on being skinny for the evening...”

As you ushered him inside, confusion spread across his face. You laughed at the mere suggestion that he change into his skinny form to make you comfortable. And from the looks of your dining table, it was clear you had spent a lot of time preparing various dishes to satisfy his appetite.

You were perfect for him. It was astonishing to see the care you put into the meals laid out before him. He had never had a proper date who wanted him to be himself, rather than an idealized version they had created in their minds. He sat down across from you with a goofy grin and one thought in mind – you were truly perfect.

I wrote this one go like it was fever dream- If it's not perfect or good that's why. I was inspired by a cai bot tho <3

[frogsonalotusleaf]

“Good afternoon!” He ducked into the coffee shop. “Everything out here looks great.” Gum smiled at the displays. “But do you have more ready in the back?” His reason for asking may be different than she expected.

@dragvnsovl

[stuckinapit]

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