Shigaraki Drabble - Tumblr Posts

Imagine Shigaraki decaying random things because one time he accidentally decayed his switch and got really frustrated, but his crush hugged him and played with his hair, so he kept decaying small things and going to you, head lowered while you opened your arms to comfort him.

Imagine you jokingly saying "you know Shiggy if you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so" it was meant as a joke, you knew that he would just scoff and push you away leaving, but you felt him look up at you instead with hopeful eyes "really..?" you realized it then, fuck Dabi was not joking when he said that your boss has a crush on you and that the only reason he decays stuff was to have you touch him.

It seems that you took to long, to answer you felt him pull away "forget it" he mumbled bitterly before retreating to his room, he was stupid why would he ask that, of course you didn't want to fucking touch him willingly he was as Dabi descript "gross and disgusting in person"

You opened the door slightly "Shigaraki?" "get the fuck out" you sighed "no" you deadpaned he whipped his head to look at you "no?" he questioned glaring, if you were here to make fucking fun of him then you had another thing coming "who the fuck you think you're talking to?! Get the fuck out before I decay-" soft lips silenced him, you were kissing him… why?

He didn't know what to do he wasn't exactly experienced in these stuff fuck he barley even touched someone after his parents death, he was so touch starved, maybe that's why he got addicted to your touch once you hugged him after accident with his switch maybe that's why he would purposely decay anything in order to feel your comfort.

You pulled away when you felt no reaction, you looked at him but he seemed more interested in your lips "Why.. why would you do that.." "Well at first to shut you up" he glared at the answer "but now.." you leand up kissing him again arms wrapping around his neck and you felt his arms slowly and very hesitantly looping themselves around your waist pulling you closer in return.

You smiled when you felt him clumsily trying to move his lips against yours, you pulled away giggling, but he on the other hand was just dazed "but now.." you repeated and he finally looked up at you with the same dazed expression on his face "now i just wanna kiss you…i want you Tomura Shigaraki"

At this moment he really thought he was dreaming, you waited for his response but nothing came, the only assurance that he felt the same was the way his arms were still wrapped securely around you not letting you go.

You started to open your mouth again but he captured your lips again kissing you gently which honestly surprised you. Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the league of villains, was treating you gently, this time he was the one pulling away "please.." your eyes widened at the desperation laced in his voice "please don't tell me this is a prank"

You soften at that "of course not! Shigaraki I like you a lot actually, I just...i just need confirmation that you feel the same way.." you mumbled the last part even if you were sure but you still need to hear it from him "I do, I like you I want you to be mine"

That made you smile "I'm already yours" you pulled him in again in a hug, you felt him hugging back tightly.

From that day you moved your stuff in his room, you slept with him in the same bed, and surprisingly Shigaraki was really gentle with you, and you noticed how much he loved physical affection.

And instead of every night ending with "good nights" it ended with "mine" "yours"

"..did you just sniff me ?"

"no."

immediate, crisp. a little snappy, maybe a little too fast. the word leaves tomura's mouth in an instant.

"..you sure ?" your voice shakes, lips twitching to desperate hide your smile. tomura's eyes twitch and narrow, he notices. "yeah." he grits out. his voice remains forcibly even.

"tomu--"

"i wouldn't sniff you. that's fucking weird." he readjusts on the couch, grunting as he does so. you can tell he's desperately trying to make himself more comfortable, he refuses to look your way.

"well, if you just so happened to--"

"i didn't."

"hypothetically. if you did, i smell different because i changed my perfume. it smelled good and i wanted to try something different." you explain, continuing to scroll on your phone in an attempt to calm your boyfriend's nerves. snuggling into him again. no matter how many times you do it it still makes him stiffen the slightest bit, affection is something he can never quite get used to. he loosens up soon after. slowly leaning his shoulders to yours just slightly so he can feel the pressure, so you can feel his weight on you.

it takes him a minute before he grunts out a barely audible "smells good."

i have this sneaky little feeling that tomura runs really hot. like insanely so. like he's basically burning to the touch. you ask him if he's sick and he looks at you like you grew and extra head. then he shrugs n says he's just always been like that

cute lil reader, all pink and smiles, has scary dog privileges ( read: dog that probably has many diseases so no one wants to be near it ) because tomura, with all his darkness and ominous staring, is always right behind them like a shadow ... ppl wonder if they're being stalked, if they need help, until reader talks about how they finally got tomura to play a game other than fucking league of legends. and it's stardew valley, they together. reader does the farming and gifting while tomura does the mining and material collecting to pretend he's a big strong man to provide for them- they forage together. and as soon as reader even vaguely MENTIONS marrying one of the npcs, tomura goes "but WE'RE getting married in the game once i can get the stupid pendant think, so." as if he's actually threatened by pixels on a screen. he needs to be put down ( in my bed, so i can cuddle him )

i. am. in. love. with. this. badly. i need him.

i lub this s'much, weirdo loser tomura with a cutie reader ugh,, enough. league player and overwatch 2 hater tomura an' lil stardew valley walking sim loving animal crossing playing reader,,UGH.

and he loooves to scoff about the idea of playing those type of game at first. complaining about how boring they are until you get him to play. not like you need to convince him for long before he cracks lol he's a weakling. but it takes him a while to admit he actually enjoys those type of games. throwing a mini hc in here, i think he'd really enjoy what remains of edith finch :3

and you are so right about the marriage thing but he is for sure threatened by the pixels on the screen LMFAOOOO of course, he himself knows that's stupid because they're not real. and it's a bunch of one's and zeros inside a screen. that you're squealing about marrying...yeah okay no, he doesn't like that at all. you think just cus it's a video game you'll get away with betraying him, with cheating on him ?! hell no. so you best believe he'll get his hands on that damn pendant and make you his wife and shove that right up sebastian's ass.

also shigaraki for sure has those scary dog privileges except he actually looks less like a scary dog and more like a dog that would bite you and give you rabies for glancing in his direction. he's more of an enderman. scary enderman privileges.

no quirk au :3, paper cuts, fluff and tetanus !

"what is that ?"

you hum, blinking at your boyfriend's eyes fixed onto your hand. more specifically your fingers.

"what is what ?"

tomura grumbles, squeezing your hand more as he presses his index against your ring finger, flipping it for you to see. you can't see anything, but you know what he's talking about.

"that. what happened here ?" he urges, looking at you impatiently, his lip pulls up into a scowl.

you snort "i got a paper cut at work." you shrug. the simpleness of your answer seems to offend him even more. he scoffs, squinting at your finger, the barely visible cut in particular, with so much distain. he doesn't even glare like this at his screen when he rages at one of his games. it makes you laugh until you feel his finger rub at the skin. you jerk your hand back but his grip is firm.

"ow ! tomu, don't touch it !" you whine, tomura ignores your complaint, he grunts to himself. the amount of annoyance this tiny little thing has on him is almost endearing. "why didn't you tell me about this ?"

you snort loudly despite the killer eyes he sends you, he truly is unconsciously hilarious and it pains you that he doesn't know it" i didn't think you'd notice it, i already forgot about it."

he scoffs out loud at your words, rolling his eyes. "of course you did." because of course you did, and how could he not notice ? do you not know how obvious this was, you who's entire body he'd committed to memory ? to him this looked like you were walking around with a hole in your hand. he decides not to respond or say what he's thinking about out loud. even if he wanted to he's sure it'd come out weird, or not come out at all.

he drops your hand, huffing to himself "get a bandaid on that, you could get tetanus."

you burst out laughing.

deep breath in, deep breath out.

your eyelashes flutter, your eyes move around under your eyelids.

your chest expands, then drops again.

and repeat.

tomura wonders when the last time he’s been this close to somehow before was.

he also wonders how long you’ll let him do this.

tomura shigaraki has, what you call, the nasty habit of being a night owl. it usually wouldn’t be that much of an issue if all he did wasn’t just playing some pc game until ungodly hours of the morning. tomura was awake when you went to sleep and was awake when you woke up too.

he’s unfortunately so very stubborn, so he always insists that he’s not tired at all and that he could at the very least just get a nap in later.

but he was also very picky and sensitive, he didn’t like napping on the couch because he couldn’t find the right way to position his neck, or the light of the outside world would prevent sleep from consuming him, and he moves around a lot so he can never get comfortable and then he gets moody and bitchy and annoying and everyone is just trying to piss him off today. you’ve seen him almost lose his mind because on one of those days he’d gotten his shirt stuck on the door handle. and you don’t want to see that again.

the reason he’d be up so late was because of his insane competitiveness, it only took one nasty comment picked up through his headphones to send him spiraling, just having to prove to the world and the people behind his computer screen he was better than them.

you’d been able to find a sort of compromise lately. because sometimes he woke you up raging and you did not want the both of you to end up moody and bitchy in the morning. so you somehow convinced him to get into less violent games, sandboxes and such. right now it seemed he was really into puzzle games.

and it started working out well for you. it was a good plan, tomura could give you that. the soundtracks in the games he played usually managed to calm him some, and actually start to make his eyes droop and the urge to sleep started to seep in.

but sleep never came.

he managed to finish some games at an okay-ish hour. some he’d just leave for tomorrow if he got bored, and he go try to lay down with you and close his eyes. but he just couldn’t sleep.

thought it shouldn’t be all that surprising, now that he thinks back on it. he’d probably completely fucked up what was even remotely left of a sleep schedule. completely fucked it over in the ass and chucked it off a cliff.

now he’s irritated, tired and so bored.

until he realized something.

you drool in your sleep.

it’s something he wouldn’t have realized if he were at his pc, nor if he’d fallen asleep earlier. he thinks about that for a minute, then focuses back on you. he reaches forward and wipes at the small trail with a single finger, careful not to wake you.

you’d probably call him gross for it, but he doesn’t care. you should thank him for saving you the embarrassment of waking up with a pool of drool on your pillow.

and so, tomura developed another nasty little habit.

whenever he was unable to sleep, which was 98% of the time, he’d just watch you do it. as cheesy as it sounded he always gets this weird feeling whenever he does, like he’d slept too. it felt like he was sleeping with you in a weird, weird way.

and he could admit you were interesting to watch. you weren’t doing anything interesting , but he thinks a sick, twisted part of him enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable, so unaware of the eyes on you, so clueless once you wake up and you have no idea that you make noises and chew while you sleep.

another part of him wonders what is is you dream about. it watches and analyze how your breaths pick up and relax again, how you shuffle or snuggle more into your blanket and pillows.

it wonders if you ever dream about him, but that he’ll never admit, because that was pathetic.

another part of him thinks you just look cute while you sleep. the way he can catch your eyebrow twitch occasionally if he pays extra close attention, and one time he even heard what sounded like a mumble of his name on your lips. and it felt rewarding. would you do it again if he kept doing this ?

he wonders what you’ll do if you woke up to see him doing this. would you be scared ? embarrassed ? angry ? disgusted ? would you hate him ? you’d have to see how much of a creep he was then, wouldn’t you ?

or maybe you’d laugh, maybe you’d jokingly call him a freak for watching you sleep, maybe you’d somehow make him feel embarrassed about it in that weird way you do.

he likes not to think about that much though. not because it was completely unrealistic, but because it wasn’t completely off the table either, and that just made him feel sick. guilty.

for now, he’ll just keep watching you. if you complain about him being moody then you’ll just have to deal with this. you’ll snuggle into him when you find him in bed with you, conveniently already awake because he was such an early riser. you’d kiss his cheek first thing in the morning and smile lazily at him “how’d you sleep ?” you’ll ask.

“good.” he’ll reply.