Mr Compress Who Finds You In An Alleyway, The Pro Heroes From The Recent Villain Attack Leaving You To

Mr Compress who finds you in an alleyway, the pro heroes from the recent villain attack leaving you to rot alone, deep, crimson gashes on your sides.

Mr Compress who picks you up and takes you back to the base, thankful for the other league members being out.

Mr Compress who nursed you back to health, laying on his bed in a restful sleep, bandages neatly tied around your sides.

Mr Compress who watches you sleep, all in all slightly pleased with his handiwork, the ribbon he tied the bandages off with complimenting your figure nicely.

Mr Compress who leaves for a moment, surprised to find you awake in the next.

Mr Compress gently ushering you back to lay down to not cause further injury.

Mr Compress introducing himself, telling you he’s a villain.

Mr Compress, shocked at how you take it, simply thanking him for taking care of you, barely batting an eye at his confession.

Mr Compress, after a few days, letting you go after your well enough, snagging your number in the process.

“ Dear, would Thursday evening next week work for you? There’s a lovely spot downtown, I will escort you there. Do take care now, lovely. ”

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Just some cute tooth rotting fluff because I’m sad and lonely and need him to be real 😭

Tomura collapsed on his bed, his groans alarming you. You quickly got up, hurrying to his side. “Baby? What’s wrong?” You asked hurriedly, worried for your darlings health. He grumbled out a reply, something about the League being problematic. You quickly get up, scurrying around for things you new he’d love. You soon returned with a few cans of Monster and his Switch, animal crossing game card in hand. You stroll over sitting down next to him. “Hey Tomu! Can you tell me about your villagers again?” You knew how much he loved talking about his passions. Especially to you. He smiled his crooked smile that you adored so much. His one and only. His player 2.

I love everything you do When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do Wanna ride my bike with you Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you And I'll pull them off for you

(Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez)

imagine toga didnt die nor ochaco and she was rehabilitated and joined UA

He hadn't been able to sleep. That small change was all it took. He slowly crept down the corridor, heading towards the kitchen. His heterochromatic eyes shone from the lights coming from within. He peered through the gap in the sliding door. His mother stood next to the stove, boiling water. Then it happened, all too quickly. His mother turned to him, her mutters and mumbles trailing off like raindrops into puddles as the kettle boiled. She turned. Her pupils constricted. She couldn't see her child, who was he? He was his father. The monster that forced her life to a living hell. The piercing whistle of the kettle rang through his ears like a thousand souls, screaming in agony as he backtracked. Something wasn't right. He had to leave. Her hands moved towards the kettle, god reaching out to his deadly weapon. Time stopped. Everything hurt. He felt like he was dying, he was dying. The line between hurt and numb blurs. So much can happen in such a few seconds. Most humans go through trauma but a mere child shouldn't have to. The heavens turn a blind eye to his weeping, the kettle whistling its deathly tune, Satan's anthem. As its contents reached towards the child, a steaming, shining, dagger of water. The 5 year old, Shoto, lies still on the floor, unmoving.

Wrote this the other day, I pretty much just wrote out Shoto’s childhood because i had writers block. Hope you enjoyed :) [All credits to Horikoshi, the characters and story aren’t mine]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out