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MHA MEN: ENDEAVOR, HAWKS, SHIGARAKI

Their Favorite Thing You Do

ENDEAVOR

He loves it when you put your hair up. He loves watching you do it. He may have a few pictures that he took of you putting it up. You likely only figured out that he liked it when he bought you more ponytails than necessary.

HAWKS

He loves it when you wear earring(s). He finds it really hot, sometimes he'll even watch you put them in or ask you to wear some on dates. You do sometimes. If he's gonna get you a gift it's either earring(s) or something you have been wanting.

SHIGARAKI

He loves it when you put on lipstick or chapstick. He likes watching you. He will steal you some more and then hide them where you'll find them eventually because he doesn't want you to know it's him. You know. One time, you saw him place one slightly out of sight and had to really work on not laughing at his cuteness.

We need more yoichi Shigaraki x readers

Soft Shiggy is my jelly ♥♥♥

Pay attention to me

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing(s): Shigarki Tomura x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Restless from your lack of attention to him in quarantine, Shigaraki takes matters into his own hands.

Wordcount: 2162

This is apart of a quarantine fluff collab done with the crackhead sanctuary discord server! Can’t wait to see how everyone’s fics turned out! This was fun to do I hope you all enjoy ٩( ᐛ )و

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Shigaraki was secretly enthusiastic after a mass pandemic had broken out in Japan, usually the two of you would not be able to see much of each other due to the danger of being caught with your profession as a pro hero and his as an extremely wanted villain. Now you had no choice other than to be wrapped in each other’s embrace as chaos roamed outside the solid walls of your modern apartment. No one was there to judge you guys being together and the usual paparazzi outside of your residence had been resolved as people were not stepping foot outside.

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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"

Come back

Shigaraki × F! Reader

Tag: 50/50 fluff and angst :/

Tw: Cussing, temporary death, mentions of blood and trauma, slight manga spoiler.

The most stupidest thing that had ever happened in your entire life is getting killed inside the League of Villains' hideout while everyone was away to fulfill their mission except for your boss who went somewhere with kurogiri.

You were assigned as the gatekeeper of the league's resources for today, you knew you have no choice but to guard the whole hideout which is a boring task unlike the others currently fighting some cocky heroes right now but your boss reassured you that it won't take him too long and he'll be back as soon as possible.

Groaning in pure displeasure, he then promised to you–"You know how much I wanted to keep you here always my princess but I'll give you a gift later so be a good pet to me y/n. I promise–whatever I'm not doing the pinkie swear with you"– before finally leaving you alone inside this lonely storage room full of valuable goods and some money that the league stole from their usual raids.

Yes, you are his princess known as the boss' pet. You were a former leader of a small villain group that was obliterated by a vigilante group that wanted to wipe you out but you survived with your secret quirk, instantly initiating your next plan of allying yourself with the league of villains to protect yourself.

But you never expected the boss to take you under his wing and that's the moment your special relationship began with him when he told you–"Y/n every single part of you belongs to me alone and that makes me your lover"–confessing on you unexpectedly.

Yes he was a possessive boyfriend boss but you've already accepted your fate of having this kind of life with him especially when you found yourself falling for him so hard even if he's not capable of processing your so called 'unconditional love'. Not knowing if he truly has feelings for you or none at all.

Your dead body was side-sprawled near the entrance of the vault, obviously everything was ransacked from inside and out by a skilled group of thieves overpowering you with their immobilizing quirk.

You tried to fight back with your own quirk but you ended up getting stabbed fatally that instantly ended your life.

Well you're not really dead because no one really knows you have a rare second quirk and that's Temporary Death. You kept it for years as a secret before you even met Tomura since it's a pretty lame useless quirk.

But the drawback of this quirk is taking alot of time for your body to work again so you had no choice but to wait until you fully regain your strength hoping no one sees you on this state because of how horrible your body went through.

You died with your eyes wide open as you waited for hours for anyone to check on you until you saw a silhoutte of a familiar person entering the wrecked room, quickly noticing that red sneakers that belongs to your boss, making his way towards you as his lanky body swayed with his every step he takes towards you while his manic laugh ricocheted around.

'Great he found my dead body, I'm sure he'll definitely get mad at me for letting those bastards steal our money, that's for sure. I hope he doesnt bury me though ', you thought but you were deeply flabbergasted when he stopped in front of your body for a moment before letting his knees fall on the floor and the plastic bag he was holding earlier instantly decayed after carelessly touching it with his five fingers causing an object to slip from it.

Falling in front of you, you were astounded to find a typical black game controller which confused you more because you knew his old controller was still working just fine so why did he even buy a new one.

Shrugging that baffling thought inside your head for a moment, you suddenly noticed his slightly unhinged behavior worsening when your body didn't even react. You knew he was expecting you, his lover to give him your usual warmest 'welcome back' hug no matter how bad his day was because you were trying your best to at least make him reciprocate your genuine sweet gestures.

Honestly, you're so lucky not being disintegrated by him everytime you find him smiling fondly at you and taking this chance to squish his warm cheeks together much to his chagrin of course.

"Wh-why are you not moving?", you heard his hoarse voice crack a bit out of frustation when he noticed your clothes dyed in red by your own blood that seemingly gushed from your fatal wounds that coated most of your delicate lifeless skin.

'Boss, fuck I still can't move my body', you cursed on your own thoughts bracing yourself for the worst as he tilted his head out of confusion when you didn't even move or retort anything rude against him this time.

"Y/n my Princess, how dare you ignore your boss like this aren't you scared that I'll kill you for disobeying my order so get up and give me a hug", he uttered with his usual demanding voice, scratching his neck in agitation while staring at your face smeared with your own blood.

His face contorted with sheer panic as his pupils widened in shock mirroring your dead state upon noticing that fatal wound that seemingly stopped the rising of your chest and that's when he started pulling the strands of his hair with both of his hands. Seemingly losing his mind at this point and still refusing to believe that this is all true.

"No! Tch No you're not- you're so stupid Y/n. You're just broken yes I-I need to fix you!", he started mixing up words in pure denial before yelling your name numerous times to make you move your mouth.

He felt overwhelmed by this familiar feeling of losing something that is tearing him apart as his eyes brimmed with tears he cannot stop the more he stares at your lifeless eyes.

"Sto-stop playing around y/n, did you do this on purpose just because I didn't do a pinkie swear with you of course you'll pull this stunt I know you", he stammered, choking a broken sob as he bent his upper body staggering a bit to lift you up carefully with his trembling hands.

He cradled your limp body as your head lolled against his chest making you hear his frantic heartbeat, his grip on you tightening in rage when he noticed how empty you were unlike the cheerful eyes you showed before he left you alone.

Why is he acting like this? He seems hurt that your dead even though you're just a low ranking lackey that he can dispose right now but the way his body shuddered in anger reminded you of his nature of being easily infuriated by the idea of losing to anybody else or someone taking his possession away from him.

You heard another footstep but still his scarlet eyes were still locked on yours making your dead heart seemingly throb the way he gazes at your face particularly your eyes. You told him once that you like staring at his ruby eyes whenever he gets mad because it calms you down somehow, earning a scornful look from him of course and calling you weird for saying it but honestly you knew why he has this typical child-like temper rooting from his lonely past. Those red eyes had seen enough trauma and suffering and now your death added to this heavy weight on his back right now.

"Tomura? Everything's not in order. The thieves probably planned this for weeks, alot of-"

"No... I'll ask sensei to fix her Kurogiri ju-just look at her eyes y/n didn't even cry when they hurt her so she's still alive? Yes maybe they did something for her to become like this", catching the sight of his typical deranged grin with tears streaming down his cheeks, you can't stop feeling deep remorse of unintentionally hurting him like this, realizing that he was experiencing intense grief while slowly losing himself.

"Tomura Shigaraki, I know she's an important person to you but Sensei cannot bring her back the way she was even if we turn her into a nomu right now. You're making this hard for yourself so you need to accept it already that she's dead "

"Shut up idiot! Better do your job of tracking those thieves instead and make sure to tell me where to find them before I turn every single part of this hideout into dust, now get out", straining his raspy voice out of rage after hearing everything, Kurogiri then left him alone for him to cool down a bit.

He focused his attention back on your face, stroking your cold cheeks with his three fingers, feeling of droplets pooling there. Finally feeling his warm tears on your face, you knew your life force is gradually coming back. You tried forcing your numb body to move already just to make him stop tearing himself over and over again and to tell him you're still here.

"Y/n... Wake up y/n it's all your fault for turning me like this my princess", he grunted in frustation, slumping his back against the wall in defeat knowing you won't ever come back no matter how hard he yell at you.

His uneven breathing wracked against his ribcage while his cracked lips started twitching in rage, showing you how your death ruined every part of his mind.

"I'm he-here now y/n just like I promised you. Did you feel so lonely while I'm away–Did those lips of yours called out my name until the end.. ", he murmured as his intense gaze never left your fixated eyes while his fingers longingly tracing your lips, the very same lips that taught him what a kiss feels like the first time you two did it.

You remembered how sloppy his kisses were before, barely missing your lips, he was too inexperienced that it frustates him much causing him to steal a kiss or more than that whenever you two are alone just for him to feel it over and over again seemingly getting addicted of you.

"Now what am I going to do with that game controller I bought when I don't even have my player 2 anymore stupid! Yes I'm so mad at you princess so you better wake up now before I destroy every useless game consoles that I have", he bellowed on top of his lungs, ranting this unexplainable feeling of defeat of losing his only lover.

He was always a solo player, who doesn't value teamwork when it comes in playing games but of course you can't help but to sneak around and play his saved files much to his rage of course when he found out once that you were the reason why he ran out of resurrection potions.

But still, he trusted you so much to the point of letting you continue his game by tossing you the game controller unexpectedly whenever he gets interrupted by sudden meetings.

And when he goes back, he would always pull you onto his lap to make you sit still and of course letting him watch how you get killed many times just for him to take this chance of teasing and calling you a sore loser much to your displeasure and retorting–"Yeah you're a crusted expert gamer alright then teach me"– not missing a chance of stealing another kiss and harshly nibbling your lip to lightly punish you for using that rude nickname before helping you.

"Ah yes you ca-can't answer me anymore because you're dead already and you left me alone for good. Pathetic isn't it how you tried your best to love me yet I didn't even spare a single chance of telling you my feelings but... ", he stopped for a moment as he took your seemingly cold hand to his lips planting a warm kiss there making you feel so overwhelmed with his words and his genuine love he's showing right now.

"Actions speak louder than words, just like you taught me before. That's the only weird thing I learned from you...", giving soft pecks of affection on your arm up to your shoulder until he arrived on your bloodied chin not caring about it as he continued giving you butterfly kisses and finally capturing your cold lifeless lips.

As soon as you felt yourself returning back to your normal senses you quickly returned his kiss deepening it more with longingness as his eyes widened in shock upon realizing you're alive.

Instantly breaking away his kiss to catch his breath for a moment to recover from this shock, tears streamed from your eyes as you didn't even hesitate to hug him tight.

"Sshh it's okay I'm still alive it's still not game over and also I'm so sorry boss for not telling you this but it's my second quirk well you know similar to a resurrection potion but instead I got some kind of weak type", you frantically tried to explain everything to him as you warmly rubbed his back in circles to calm his shuddering body.

"Y/n I'm still mad at you", his stern voice pierced you as you sighed in relief when he finally returned to his usual cold self.

But it caught you off guard when you finally released your hug to check on him. He eyes were puffy red as his gaze never left yours showing you this vulnerable side of him.

"I'll accept any punishm-"

"Call me Tomura, I don't like you calling me boss", he interrupted you as he ignored your words much to your surprise of course because you were expecting him to get mad for faking your death but he wants you to treat him as Tomura instead.

"And for your trickery, how dare you make fun of me you despicable woman. Now are you happy how much I loved you, yes you heard it right pet", he taunted you with that annoying nickname of yours much to your exasperation.

"Fine, yes tomura it's my fault but you can use me as your shield from now-"

"No.... y/n I don't want to lose you to anyone all over again. I don't care about your quirk because you're so weak", he mocked you as you fumed in rage because of what he just said.

"But don't do it again, I don't like seeing your pitiful dead body inside my base", he scoffed as he carefully cupped your left cheek while lifting up his pinky finger and using his thumb this time to wipe the tears that spilled earlier.

But before you can retort back to his insult, you found his lips locked on yours again as he kissed you slowly and passionately.

Balling his fists to prevent himself from using his quirk, he wrapped his arms around your waist gently pulling your body closer to him as he continued feeling your breath against his mouth, you knew how much he yearned for you to see you alive in front of him noticing his eyes were still locked on yours to make sure you're real and everything that happened here is just a nightmare of course.

You two closed your eyes to let your hearts convey your candied feelings to one another savoring every moment of this sweet reunion as lovers.

Bruh imagine having to explain the shiggy that you weren’t checking that guy out he had a shirt on with words on the back and a funny picture while you’re in public

Sad Shig needs reasurance from his GF

Here's the sad part, he will think you were no matter what you say. This poor baby thinks he is ugly, doesn't belive a girl like you, or anybody, could really love him. His face is covered in unsightly scars. His lips are unkissably dry, why would anyone want to press their soft lips to his.

He feels his heart clench seeing you look at the guy, instantly he just knows you are checking them out. Out of the corner of your eye you see him lower his head, his pale blue hair falling in front of his face, hiding his heartbroken look. His hand releasing yours as he stuffs it in his Hoodie pocket. His stride is now sluggish and unsure, like he wants to shrink from existence. Immediately you realized what he must be thinking.

You hated that he thought so low of himself. That he found it hard to believe you were attracted to him. Looking at him you gently call his name. "What" he grumbles, his voice cracking. The sound is like a dagger piercing your heart.

You step in front if him forcing him to stop, yet he still doesn't look at you. "Shiggy" you say softly, your hands pushing his long locks out if his face. What you saw made a pain stab your heart. One single tear was sliding down his face.

He tried to turn away but you leaned forward placing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. "Babe I love you, I want you, ONLY YOU," you stressed. But he looks better, everyone looks better than me" he huffed, shaking his head. "No he doesn't. You. Are. Gorgeous. To me. Why don't you understand that. I love you, your the only one i want. I was just looking at their shirt, I was reading it, that's all my love" you gazed up at him with so much love in your eyes.

"But my scars" he begun before you stopped him. "Are beautiful, just like you Tomura." His eyes scanned your face, the love radiated off you. "I don't deserve you angel" he breathed, taking you in his arms. "No Tomura, I don't deserve you babe" you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing him once again.

Regret

Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Shigaraki tells you he regrets ever dating you during a fight.

A/N: @justheretoaskandread requested this one as well. I literally have you to thank for these! They've been a blast to knock out!

I'm slowly realizing in them as well that I'm not writing them as the reader taking the fight to heart too hard, but I think it works. I didn't want them to be too angsty, but rather lovers quarrels. Hope you guys are enjoying them like that!

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, angst to fluff, language, established relationship, reader gets a job as a bartender temporarily, mentions of patron of the bar getting handsy, I think that's it! Let me know if I missed any!

The room was silent. You could practically hear the roaches steps on the floor.

"You can't be serious?" you finally spoke.

Shigaraki didn't even bother looking up from his game, "I'm not."

You huffed, "You're not prepared to go out into another battle. You're unprepared."

"You don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"I do," you tried to reason. "You're letting your emotions get the better of you."

Shigaraki jumped from his seat on the couch and faced you, "Who the hell do you think you are? You know nothing. Now, shut the fuck up and get out of here."

"So you're going to kick me out?" you asked crossing your arms.

"God, you are insufferable," he said pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I wish I never would have shown any interest in you. I just want you to leave."

You wished that you would have been shocked, but you weren't. You knew it was bound to happen sometime.

With a knowing look you gathered the few things you needed and left. You didn't know where you were going, but you sure weren't going to stay somewhere you weren't wanted.

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You leaned over the counter of the vigilante bar to hand another villain his drink. He stopped you from turning back around to go about your job by grabbing your wrist.

"Excuse me-" you started, but you were cut short.

"I'm sorry," he interrupted while letting your wrist go. "I just couldn't help myself. I just had to come and find a way to talk to you."

You blushed, "That's very flattering."

"You got a minute?" he asked.

You looked around. Tonight wasn't too busy of a night. There were only two tables that another had already taken care of and only two others sitting at the bar.

"Let me make my rounds so you can have my undivided attention?" you asked making sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"I'll wait here all night if I have to," he swooned.

After making your rounds you found yourself leaned over the bar talking with this nice man. You both laughed over your old petty crimes and talked about how you both got into the villain world. However, the man decided to get a little too handsy.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" a familiar voice asked picking the mans hand up off of you.

He scoffed pulling his own hand back, "I'm just showing my appreciation for my favorite bartender of the night. What's it to you?"

You turned to face a fairly tall figure wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. He pulled it down to reveal Shigaraki.

"I learned you're not supposed to touch things that don't belong to you," Shigaraki scoffed pulling you into him.

"Oh, so now I'm yours?" you huffed out barely audible.

Shigaraki waved the man away and turned to you, "Where have you been?"

"You told me to leave didn't you?" you snarked.

"I did, but you know I didn't mean it," he rolled his eyes. "Come on. Let's get you out of this sleazy place."

"I like it here," you retorted.

Shigaraki sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. I miss you, alright? I miss spending time with you. I miss holding you. I miss all of you. I didn't mean it. Please come back?"

Surprisingly he sounded genuine... for once.

"And..." you prompted further.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, "And Toga and Twice are driving me insane, and I need you to handle them."

"That's what I thought," you giggled. "Let's go."

Hnnngh... kajsmjsnsn...

I love when he says stuff like this 🥰❤️

I wanted to go ahead and rewrite or add in some new HC's to my blog. I'm sorry for deleting my old ones.. I don't really think they were good enough, if I'm being 100% honest.

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🧤Tomura Bathing HC's:

[ f!reader mentioned here. SFW ]

Tomura Shigaraki does in fact bathe. I do not see him as a "gross" or "smelly" man, this guy bathes regularly and my proof is his gorgeous fluffy hair. A person that doesn't bathe has greasy and unkempt hair, Tomu's hair looks so soft and fluffy.

When it comes to bathing, I like to think Tomura only bathes in lukewarm water due to his skin condition. It most likely relieves alot of pain for him and overall feels quite nice. 🫶🏻

If Tomura has a gf, he would most likely want his s/o to join him in bathing with him. He loves when you join him in the bath tub or even in the shower, he adores being close with you.

This man does enjoy participating in some naughty activities with you in the tub/shower however most of the time, he just wants to relax with you. 🖤

When Tomu's gf (s/o) bathes with him, he really appreciates if you wash his back and perhaps gently scrub his scalp with his scented shampoo. I imagine he start's drooling when his gf rubs his scalp or plays with his hair. It's cute.

I do like to think Tomura is very and I mean very awkward when it comes to showing his affectionate side. He isn't very good at it, be patient with him. He's still learning and he's happy to be by your side learning.

Following with that, in return Tomu will insist he wash your back and help wash your hair, if you're really good he'll even help rinsing it, getting all of the soap out of your hair. What a gentlemen~

I do like to think Tomura will try his best to help dry you off but he gets nervous about dusting his towel that you two are sharing.

After the two of you are done bathing, Tomura wants to unwind with you and cuddle, perhaps watch something on his TV in his small bed or even play a game together.

. . .

I'm not good when it comes to writing.. 🦇

could u do some headcanons for shigaraki x reader who can sing pls? thank u!

ofc! <3

Masterlist<3

Shigaraki x Reader - Headcanon- He Catches You Singing

He definately catches you singing to El muchacho de los ojos tristes by Jeanette

It's an inherantly sad song but you're still singing loudly and smiling with it, as if it were a song about young love or something

He almost thinks you don't actually know the words until you sing the lyrics like you actually speak spanish

Of course you don't speak spanish, but you still know the words and what they mean

You're swaying your hips and mopping the bar on your own with the music blaring loudly, your hip length hair swaying and getting in the way of every movement since you couldn't find your damned hairtie

You sway with the mop as if you're almost slow dancing with it, not reslising that your boyfriend is stand ing behing you with a very amused expression on his face

He can't help it, you're just so adorable he can't fight the slight smile on the corners of his lips.

Suddenly, you're frightened out of your moment by your boyfriend coming up behind you almost silently and holding your waist close to his hips, swaying with you just slightly

This asshole.

You're not amused and you end up turning the music down to pout at him as he lifts his hands in mock surrender, the familiar gloves snug against his fingertips

He's just so adorable though, and despite your embarrassment you shake your head with a small laugh, reaching out towards him and resting your arms on his soulders, pulling his face close to yours and starting to quietly sing again

His eyes go wide for a split second as he didn't expect you to be so bold, but now you're both slow dancing to the song while he watches your lips in a trance, falling even more in love with you than ever before

You're only wearing a thin pair of pyjama pants and a tank top that you definately did not steal from him maybe

But he still thinks you're absolutely stunning and his hands smooth over to your hips again

He doesnt undwrstand the concept of personal space too, as he hugs your lower back and presses his nose to your neck, his shahgy hair tickling you and causing you to squirm ticklishly, gigling slightly and pulling him closer

"I adore you, Tomura~... "

This is met with a sexy, scratchy chuckle from your lover as he repeats the wors, his unhinhed smile making your stomach whirl as you both hold eachother

Little did you know that Dabi and Tog are currently recording the two of you to send them to their groupchat, bit you didn't mind either way

THIS IS LIKE THE FLUFFIEST CUTEST SHIT IVE EVER READ!!

— will you be my valentine?

pairing: shigaraki x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 4,1k

warnings: neighbors to friends to lovers, cheesy, valentines day themes! <3

it was at the beginning of summer the first time shigaraki saw you in the lobby of the building. you were standing in the driveway with a cardboard box hitched to your hip while you were talking to the mailman who served the building.

it was hot.

the kind of heat that made him feel like he was drowning, like the heat was under his skin and into his bones, like it was being sucked hard and heavy into his lungs in a grip he would never let go. instinctively he rolled up the sleeves of his black sweatshirt to his elbows.

and yet none of that would compare to the way you make him feel.

he didn’t know it at the time, but everything about you would stay inside him like the hot summer sun, deep inside his bones, pressed to the inside of his skin.

you would make him feel, when he often felt nothing, running on autopilot most days.

you’d make him feel like... like the cling film of shame didn't always have to stick to him. as if the ocean of you could drown him under his skin, and he would be happy. you had reminded him of the green of blossoming trees, like spring and summer, warmth and heart.

after the first time he saw you, he started doing things he didn't do before, like; going to check the mail just to see you, if only for a few seconds. when he arrive, he gets a little frustrated for not seeing you, but soon his heart starts racing in his chest when you arrive smiling, saying ‘hold on, i think i have a bottle of water. it’s so hot out there today.’

such a small kindness, and yet it was something that stopped him; like he’s out of the world and only you are able to connect him to real life, like you made him want to fall into your orbit.

the postman wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, adjusted his bag on his shoulder. you handed him the bottle of water, he kindly thanked you, told you how he hated amazon, that he would take care of the letter you expected from your mother.

“i don’t know many people who write anymore. it’s all junk mail and bills and packages.” he says.

“oh, no, i love getting mail.”!you say sincerely. there’s something so pure and unique about letters handwritten by the people you love, it’s as if each letter and sentence has a little bit of their heart, which makes everything even more special.

and so, he starts checking his damn mail every day.

quickly, he discovers your schedule. when you’re more likely to be in your mailbox or talking to one of your neighbors that you happen to run into. without fail, he manages to catch you. he finds that you demand letters from friends and relatives, and he also finds that you write and send letters almost daily.

you are friendly with the postman, sometimes leaving snacks in the lobby. you give him a card with a tip every holiday. you have such a good heart, such a beautiful and pure soul. he never gets tired of admiring you a little more every time. all your little mannerisms and quirks leave him mesmerized; completely enchanted with a person he swears is an angel.

you’re the only person, the only modern person, he knows in town who checks the mail every day without fail. it’s totally and completely bizarre, but now shigaraki loves mail too; because he can see you, and maybe because he thought people didn’t do the letter thing anymore.

after a long time of trying and failing, with a lot of fear and courage in his heart, he starts talking to you for a few minutes every day with a pile of useless paper in his hands. your smile is like sunlight on a cold day. your laughter as a balm against his physical and spiritual scars. you always smell like vanilla and coffee, and he finds out that you work at a coffee shop to supplement your income with your office work.

he cherishes and sweetly memorizes all the brief conversations and encounters, and he regrets the days when he’s absent on mission and can't see you.

one day, he has the courage to invite you to a old coffee shop next to your apartment, he has watched the place for a long time and knows the peak times and the times when there is no one. he pays for everything for you and tries to feel like he’s not the luckiest man in the universe to sit across from you and listen to you complain about customers, to see you smile and laugh and have a terrible cup of coffee.

true friendship blossoms between you two that day. as if the seed of a beautiful and delightful relationship needed only the tiniest drop of water to sprout.

shigaraki starts finding letters from you after that, on paper that smells like vanilla. just silly anecdotes that made him smile, lying among the useless advertisements and magazines. he had no words or thoughts that could express his feelings; he feels so happy and lucky, so in love and confused, but the only thing he knows is that he will keep your letters for the rest of his life, as his greatest treasure.

you start organizing movie nights at your house, where you burn incense and talk to your plants as if they were beloved children. in the darkness of your little studio, crammed close to you on your beat-up, faded couch you bought at a sale; he gets even more mesmerized with you.

he tells himself he’s not falling in love with you, he definitely isn’t... right? you’re friends and nothing more, he’s just delighted with how bright and pure you are after being surrounded by dark people all his life. he needs a person like you in his life, he tells himself that sometimes, he needs a light.

so what if he dreams about you almost every night? so what if he values ​​the scent you leave on his clothes after you suddenly hug him as he’s leaving your apartment after a movie night? so what if sitting next to you on that old-fashioned couch, his thigh pressed to yours, shoulder to shoulder, is one of the greatest joys of his life? so what if his heart almost popped out of his chest the day you laid your head on his arm while watching your favorite movie?

so what the fuck?

he is happy to have you. like a friend.

does he sometimes sleep with the shirt he wore at your house over his pillow? yes. maybe... but that’s only because the lingering scent of your lavender incense helps him to sleep.

it has nothing to do with your scent. like vanilla and coffee, lavender and bergamot.

it has absolutely nothing to do with being around you.

it has nothing to do with waiting for him to wake up smelling like you just a little, just to keep you close.

he convinces himself that it’s normal to perfectly time your trip to the mailbox every day, just to talk to you, just to make sure you’re okay. until, a few weeks before valentine’s day, in the deep chill of an icy blast that descended on the city in late january, you told him about one of your co-workers who wants to hook you up with a friend of hers.

“she keeps trying to set me up with one of our other coworkers,” you wrinkled your nose. “i’m not really interested, but i’m thinking maybe i’m just going to shut her up about it."

what if you went on that date and felt something? what if he loses you?

but what is there to lose, really?

you were not his.

you do not belong to him, although he feels that he are entirely yours.

pressed close to you in the darkness of your apartment, the tv screen flashing brightly across your features, he wondered why he thought you would want him this way, see him this way.

you lit the lavender incense again, which he was starting to think might be for his benefit; you know he has trouble sleeping.

“maybe i can get a valentine out of this,” you said sleepily. “i’ve never had one before.”

and that convinced him to try. he can be your valentine.

you made him believe that he could be, that maybe he was worthy of it.

you’re standing in front of your open mailbox, wearing a red knitted scarf, when shigaraki ducks in from the winter storm swirling outside. the winter has been particularly brutal, one snowstorm after another making his anxiety flare like an emergency signal.

his heart almost stutters to a stop as he pauses in the entryway, glued to the spot. he hadn’t expected you to still be in the foyer, and immediately he recalculates his carefully thought through plan.

while he hadn’t expected you to be in the lobby, shigaraki certainly hadn’t expected to find you wearing the scarf he had left anonymously in front of your door two days ago.

he’s glad you like it enough to wear it.

just like he was glad that you liked the flowers he left a few days before that enough to post them on instagram, enough to talk to them like the rest of your plants, thanking them for their contribution to the little garden of your window before they wilted and withered away.

it does make him worry just a tad that you’ve so easily accepted gifts from a stranger, anonymously dropped in front of your door or through your mail slot..

now, you slowly shuffle through the letters in your hands, frowning gently at the junk mail. he swallows, watching you flick past a bill, smile at a letter from your grandmother, before you get to the last envelope in the pile. you frown and flip it over when someone ducks past him into the building, reminding him that he’s standing in the open doorway like an idiot, the bag of pastries from your favorite bakery in his hand probably freezing.

shigaraki tries not to think about the way the corner of your mouth ticks up into a smile, your eyes widening just a bit, when you see the script on the back of the baby pink envelope. he curses under his breath and heads in your direction. you look up at his approach, stuffing the pink letter between two pieces of junk mail. “oh, hey, tomura,” you say, smiling so big it looks like it hurts. “happy valentine’s day!”

shigaraki’s heart jumps into his throat and he almost chokes on it. “happy valentine’s day, doll”

you try and can't suppress another smile, “staying in this valentines day?” you nod to the bag in his hand.

“i think you could say that.”

the building door opens again and you wince as a gust of wind snakes through the lobby. “nothing on your super villain schedule then?”

“well, the night is young,” he says dryly. “the world is kind of... less shit lately” at least to him.

you laugh and his heart flutters a little. he feels like a child around you, as if the world is light and beautiful, as if everything is right.

“what are you doing tonight?” he asks as you close your mailbox.

you lift your pile of mail and shake it at him, “getting my mail.” the corner of your mouth twitches and shigaraki tries not to let his eyes linger on your lips, or, more dangerously, on the pink letter peeking out of the stack.

the letter he had slipped into your mail slot yesterday.

“other than getting your mail,” he says as you start towards the stairs and begin to climb. he lags, deliberately walking slowly to prolong your time together, trying to work up the nerve to ask you over to his place. “no valentine’s date for you either? manage to avoid the date with that coworker?”

“ugh. yes. but now i’m totally avoiding this horrible speed dating thing my friend wants me to go to. she’s convinced it’ll be fun. it’s themed for valentine’s day.” you wrinkle your nose at him. “i think it sounds like the ninth circle of hell. so, i’m staying in with my book. i mean, i deserve it right? i’ve already put in so much effort into avoiding that date with my coworker.”

oh lord, he is grateful that you think the speed dating thing is hell.

his crush on you has rapidly turned into an obsession. and he knows himself well enough to know that he would absolutely sabotage that speed dating thing. shigaraki isn’t about to let anything ruin his plan; he hasn’t spent the last two weeks meticulously planning a perfect plan for something like speed dating to ruin it.

besides the flowers and the scarf, he sent you a reservation for your favorite restaurant, your favorite brand of chocolate, a box of little candy hearts that he was present when you found them in your mailbox and laughed deliciously, delighted. he gave you a sweater and a new perfume, a book, incense. he’s given you everything he can think of at the moment and he’s kind of proud of it.

maybe he’s not good with words, but he knows you well enough to know what m you’re going to love, even if it’s not him.

nerves are scratching the inside of his skin by the time you pull up outside his door, he’s trying his best not to scratch his neck - after you asked so gently because you didn’t want to see him get hurt - as he tries to work up the courage to ask you to come.

conveniently, he stopped at your favorite bakery. conveniently, he ordered all your favorite treats.

“-so glad someone sent me this scarf,i mean, the radiator has been broken for a week and its fucking cold. landlord keeps promising to send someone but-,”

“i’ll take a look at it for you, honey.”

you look at him, a strange emotion swimming in your eyes before you walk away, and you smile. “what would i do without you? thank you, tomu.” you say, as if it means nothing. like the nerve inside him doesn’t light up at the thought that you need him for something as mundane as maintenance.

you pause and continue, uneasily a little, “i would love to know who keeps sending me stuff.” your tone is carefully light, but a little sadness is hiding in the back of your throat. “i would like to thank them personally.” you don’t meet his eyes when you say that.

he hums, watching you fumble with your key, “what if you have a stalker or something, y/n? wish you’d be a little more careful.”

“worried about me, tomura?” you tease. he just stares at you. of course he is. he’s always worried about you. you roll your eyes, “i get good vibes and intentions from these gifts. i think i would know if they carried bad energy.”

“you’re kidding right? this is how you end up on dateline-,”

“oh hush, let me enjoy my silly little gifts. i’ve never had a secret admirer. or even a valentine. and besides, you’re in the building. i’m sure you’d know if i were in any danger. you probably already investigated and know who they are.” you send him a smile that makes his heart feel like cracked eggshell “the worst thing about this apartment is that it’s three floors up with no elevator,” you huff, finally jamming your key into the lock. “i guess i’ll-,”

panic surges up his throat. it’s now or never.

“you’ve never had a valentine?” he asks, stalling for time, though you had told him the night he decided to be your valentine this year.

“some of us can’t pull ladies like you, tomura,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his. “i mean, i’ve had partners on valentine’s day in the past just not, like, a valentine, you know? like someone who sends you sappy little notes and just loves love.”

god, you were about to be disappointed when you found out it was him.

he’s your fucking valentine. your secret admirer.

while he’d planned to ask you over to dinner, shigaraki would also like to delay you looking at that fucking envelope he stuffed in your mailbox like it was nothing.

it’s not time for you to read it yet.

the letter is a security blanket for when everything inevitably goes to hell.

it’s such a good thing he’d caught you in the foyer. if you’d already gotten your mail, likely you would have ripped open the letter and read it right away.

“you could come over,” he says. “i got enough here to feed an army,” he lifts the bag. “we can watch that new show you were telling me about yesterday.”

he doesn’t expect you to hesitate. normally, you readily agree to spend a night together. but you finally open the door.

you look at the pile of mail in your hands. “uhm,” you change from foot to foot. “you know, i-,”

you stop, seeming to think about how to continue, fiddling with the pink paper.

and strangely, shigaraki is jealous.

of a letter.

that he sent.

he is jealous of himself.

you want to read your valentine’s anonymous letter instead of spending time with him.

maybe his heart sinks into his belly, maybe his soul turns to ashes inbuis mouth. and maybe is better give up now.

“oh, right,” he says, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice but failing.

you notice the look on his face and drop the mail on the counter by the door. “uhm.. i mean.. yes of course, i would love.” from the door, he can see your whole apartment. the pink and white bedspread, your plants, the pictures of family and friends on the wall - and even a polaroid photo of the two of you that you’ve strangely convinced him to take - the fairy lights and that little sofa in front of the tv that has come to feel at home, like love.

“you don’t need to-,” he begins.

you close the door and lock it again, smiling at him.

you sit on the floor in front of his coffee table, legs crossed, fingers sticky with powdered sugar and frosting that you wipe gently on a napkin. you’ve been talking to him for the last few minutes, something he thinks is about a mess at work, but he can’t focus on it right now.

he didn’t touch any treats or drinks, and you definitely noticed that.

the room is filled with a tension that is entirely his fault. he can see you trying to analyze why things seem so strange and tense. you reach out and touch the back of his hand. “are you alright?”

“yes,” he says, rubbing the other hand over his face as if he were tired. shigaraki doesn’t want to scare you, he knows how he looks, empty and distant, when he’s too deep inside himself.

it’s now or never, something screams at him.

“actually, i have something for you.”

“oh”, you smile. “as a gift?”

“yeah.. something like this”, he stands up, and your hand drops from his. he moves to the kitchen where he stashed his last present.

if things go wrong in the next few minutes, i hope you’ll read the card he left in the mailbox that’s waiting for you at the kitchen counter, he thinks to himself as he looks at you again. your eyes are fixed on him, moving quickly to the pink box wrapped in his hands.

he sits across from you on the floor and presses the box in his hands onto the coffee table. you look at him for a long moment, the look on your face unreadable for him.

“tomura,” you say gently, decidedly not unwrapping. “i don’t want to sound... i don’t want to make things strange between us, but –,”

oh. shit..

“but like, we’ve been friends for a while and i... i dunno, i was just telling myself i should tell you.,”

... probably that you had a partner. that he got too comfortable with you and needed to back off.

“well, that i’ve kind of fallen in love with you in the last couple of months and...”

wait-

“and i don’t want to sound, like, smug, but… are you the one leaving all the presents?”

his brain goes static, white with emptiness. how the hell could you know?

“i-,”

“because i think maybe you would have- i mean is it really you..? i really hope it was you.”

when he doesn’t say anything, you start fidgeting, crinkling the edge of the pink paper in your hands, the tip of your thumb running nervously under the tape.

“it’s not, is it? shit i made everything really weird between us.. i thought it was you because you kind of look like you would have hunted someone down by randomly sending me stuff.” you don’t look at him while saying that. “oh god does that mean i have a stalker?”

he swallows and finds his voice, lodged firmly in the back of his throat. “you thought i would-,”

“yes, i mean,” you tear the ribbon a little and carefully set the gift aside. “it’s just that you’re kind of protective. you seem to care a lot about me and i found it strange that this random stranger would give me things and that didn’t bother you, but...”

“honey, it’s me,” he says softly. “it’s me. i’ve done all this.”

you don’t seem to hear him, your eyes still fixed on the pies and pastries in front of you. “..because you know how much i love getting letters and you know all my favorite things.” you shrug your shoulders. “sorry, i shouldn’t—”

shigaraki says your name, with enough force for your head to rise and look at him “it is me”

“what?” your eyebrows furrow.

“i –fuck it, i fucking like you. very much. and i didn’t want you to go on that fucking date with your coworker and you’ve never had a valentine’s day and.. i don’t know.. i really like you. i thought maybe—”

“did i say, didn’t i? i fell in love with you. do you think i let other people into my apartment so much? wait in my fucking mailbox waiting for you to show up?”

a chuckle comes out of him, “i thought i was really good at timing.”

you roll your eyes and get up. he follows your movement; you crouch beside him, and he holds his breath for a few seconds, intoxicated by your presence. he gently pulls you onto his lap, he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. he bows a few times but the last of the courage he had was gone when he confessed to you. so you had to take the first step. the kiss was a little awkward, but the two of you melted into each other as you delved deeper into the love you both hid.

you tasted so, so good. like valentines day chocolate and something so purely yours. he already knew he would be addicted to it. your fingers curl in his hair; curl behind his ears as you hold his face between your palms. tomura anchors his hands on your hips, afraid to do anything but kiss you. just in case it’s a dream, just in case you change your mind.

he dreamed of kissing you before, he dreamed of holding you, touching the curve of your lovely and dreamily body, but none of his sleepless nights as he pictured himself with you compares to having you in his lap, your soft lips against his, a new feeling you made him feel when you first kissed him.

you pull back and press your forehead to his, “thank you for all my gifts, tomura.”

he smiles, “don’t read that pink letter, love.”

“why?”

“it’s…honestly i thought… doesn’t matter. just don’t read it. i’ll write you a thousand more letters.”

“promise they’ll all be really sappy.”

he chuckles and hooks an arm around your waist, tugging you close before twisting to press you back into the rug. tomura hovers over you “i promise,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, the curve of your cheek, your top lip.

“and that you’ll hand deliver them to my mailbox.”

“promise,” he kisses your lips.

you arch up, kissing him back hard, digging your foot into the back of his knee so he collapses against you fully.

“will you be my valentine?” it’s a breathless question.

“thought i already was.”

I remembered the villains are, in fact, villains and as a result would be interesting as yanderes.

So, headcanons for how you think yandere Shigaraki and yandere Dabi (separate) would take their darlings? They’re already villains, so it’s not like they have to worry about the law

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Triggers: the act of kidnapping, description of kidnapping, mention of kidnapping, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Shigaraki

Well... Shigaraki is far from gentle.

He is mad at you.

He has been for months.

Why?

Well, because you are making him feel this way.

That's why he's not going to be nice and gentle with you.

I can see they're being two different ways that he kidnaps you.

One being he doesn't himself.

Or two he has somebody else do it.

It's going to turn out bad for you either way, there's no way you're escaping him.

~

The first way that he would kidnap you is doing it himself.

He would likely do this in the dead of night.

When everybody is asleep.

When the city is semi quiet.

When the heroes are out on patrol and doing other things, worried about when the next league of villain attack will be.

Meanwhile you will be all cooped up in your little home, believing that you are safe from the outside world.

But oh dear reader how you are wrong…

He doesn't need to be loud when he kidnaps you.

I'll just disintegrate the door knob to the front door.

Slip inside like a cat, sly and quiet.

Slip on his gloves.

Pick you up in his arms, and whisk you away into the night.

Then before you know it you'll be thrown onto a concrete floor, and tied to a wall with quirk canceling chains.

~

But if he has someone else do it, then it's not so quiet.

Once again, he will likely have them strike in the night.

Shigaraki likely hired a couple of local thugs to kidnap you.

They would pull up (skr skr) in a black van.

Then before you knew it, you were being manhandled into a van, with a bag thrown over your head.

Wow reader...you really are dumb sometimes.

~

In short: You're kinda fucked either way..

Word count: 305

Dabi

Unlike Shigaraki, Dabi doesn't have all these fancy resources, but he does have himself.

And that's all he needs.

Dabi will be gentle with you.

Because unlike the man child, he actually understands his feelings!

So at least you won't end up with any bad injuries! 👍

(Unless you struggle, then you might get a few burns)

Dabi is as well likely to attack during the night.

He'll be more tricky with his break in as well.

Dabi will wait until you're in the most valuable position of sleep.

He'll then break the lock on your bedroom window, and slide it open.

He'll then pick you up.

And if you're a light sleeper and fight, he won't hesitate to burn your arm a little.

But…

If you're a heavy sleeper, you should be okay.

Dabi doesn't need fancy stuff to get the job done.

To him, kidnapping you is just an in and out job.

It doesn't need to be any more complicated than that.

What can he say?

Dabi is a simple man, and likes to get things done the easy way.

~

It's likely not as extravagant as you thought dear reader.

But do remember this, all the fun does began when the kidnapping is over~

~

In short: If you have the feeling of being watched of late... I'd recommend you take a few more sleeping pills.. just so you don't get burned...

Word count: 234

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Thanks for reading!

❝ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓. ❞

pairings : dabi, shigaraki x reader

info : sfw & fluff. 1K word count.

summary : dabi and shigaraki aren’t exactly notorious for being soft, but they’ll try if it’s for you.

— 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ⚓️

“do you think i’m good enough?”

the question left your lips weakly, your eyes brimming with tears as you bite your lips in frustration. he sighs, brows furrowing slightly as he pulls you into a warm embrace. “doll..” he murmurs, leaning back against the bar’s table with your head delicately resting on his chest. the lack of reassurance causes you to shift your head to the side, trying to mask your embarrassment for asking a villain of all people such a question.

he cups your face with a scarred hand, bringing it back up to meet your lips with his. it’s a soft kiss, lips moving sweetly against his as his hand pushes you closer to him. your cheeks are burning as he pulls away, breath still fanning your lips as you try and look into his eyes for an answer.

“dabi?” you ask, tilting your head to get a better look.

he pulls you flush against his body before you can lock eyes, resting his head on your shoulder as you hesitantly lean back into him. that’s when you notice it— the rapid thumping of his heart against his chest, and his erratic breaths— he’s nervous.

after all, dabi was never one to get close to others. he never wanted to get close to you in the first place, but found his walls crumbling down every time you greeted him with a huge smile across your face. especially when you’re vulnerable like this, coming to him instead of anyone else for comfort— he can’t help but do his best for you. he knows that his attempts at reassurance are awful at best, but he still wants to try anyways. try for you.

dabi is holding you tight against him, warmth radiating from his body as his head rests on your shoulder. he’s gently tucking a stray bit of hair behind your ear as he turns his head towards you, mumbling into your neck.

“you’re overthinking it, doll.”

that’s all you need to regain the confidence to tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face further into his warm chest as he begins trailing light kisses down your neck.

the answer was simple from the start. as mysterious as he is, dabi isn’t a man who would spend his free time embracing someone gently like this if he didn’t love her dearly.

“i love you.” you mumble against his front with a small smile. he doesn’t say anything, but it’s not like he needs to. not when his heart has started thumping this loudly against his chest again.

— 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 ⚓️

“they killed the nomu already.”

shigaraki scoffs a bit, sneaking a glance at your trembling figure before starting his game. your head is buried in his back, arms wrapped tightly around him as you listen to the deafening game audio. the image of the rampant nomu running towards you with uncontrollable bloodlust fills your mind immediately— and you can feel the sweat forming on your palms, heart racing as you press yourself up closer against shigaraki for safety.

you felt pathetic, really. the league of villains have been using nomus for months now, but only the one under your watch went rampant and tried to attack you. sure, it wasn’t exactly your fault, but you felt weaker than the other members who had rushed to save you before you could be harmed.

“shigaraki?”

when there’s no audible response, you decide to continue. “i feel so weak. i can’t fight like the others do…” you mumble against his back.

he’s still quiet, but switches off his game, leaving the two of you in complete darkness.

“shigaraki?” you ask again, nervously tightening your embrace around his stomach.

“shut your mouth.”

it’s a harsh statement, but still a confirmation that he was listening to you, so you continue anyways— going on and on about how you want to help out like everyone else does. “sometimes i feel like i’m not strong enough to be with you—”

“i said shut up.”

before you realize it, you’re roughly flipped onto your back, tomura’s figure looming over yours as you innocently look up at him.

you don’t even have a chance to question him before his lips are on yours, capturing your lips in a sensual kiss as your arms shyly move to wrap around his neck.

shigaraki doesn’t know when your feelings started mattering to him. he definitely didn’t feel this way for you when you first joined the league, promising him with a smile that you’d work hard for him. you were just…gullible. stupid. and so optimistic.

you were just another piece he could use to further approach his goals. he doesn’t know exactly when this started to change, but he’s confident that when he saw a nomu hovering over you like that, and the sickening view of you trembling in fear, the only thing that mattered to him was turning that thing into ashes.

shigaraki pulls away slightly, trailing wet kisses down the center of your neck. “don’t say another word,” he grumbles.

his arms wrap around your waist protectively, pulling you against him as he presses another kiss on your chest. “do i have to shut u up like this for you to listen to orders?”

“so dumb…i don’t care— if you’re weak or not.”

he’s sure about it now. he wants you to stay by his side forever, clinging onto him just like this. shigaraki would have no problem killing every day if it meant that he would be rewarded with such a gentle embrace.

tomura likes to just watch you. in a creepy but also not so creepy way.

and it doesn't have to be anything special, he's perfectly okay just watching you write something down for your classes or you scrolling on your phone or something and he'd be perfectly fine just looking at you from your bed. although he usually prefers hogging your work chair because it accommodates the nasty slouch i just know he has.

one leg crossed and even his head resting on his fist as he almost admires you. he doesn't look particularly pleased, but trust me he is. there's just something so intriguing about you just being you to him. and he won't say anything either, never expect him to. not even if you stare at him excepting a response he'll just look right back. unblinking. at most after an intense little staring session he'll croak out a "..what ?" and if you ask him what he's looking at he'll just shrug, tell you to "just keeping doing whatever you we're doing just now." and keep staring like a creepazoid.

tomura shigaraki can handle affection very well. extremely well in fact.

what ? of course he didn't just jump when your hand slightly brushed his ? that didn't happen don't be stupid. huh ? of course he isn't practically glaring at you because he cannot bring himself to tell you he wants you to touch him more ? you're just being annoying, yeah ! also you have something on your face and it's distracting him.. what ? no it's not the thought of how your lips would feel on his skin that's distracting him, piss off.

no, his entire body doesn't clam up when you hug him. no, his throat doesn't squeeze shut and he did not just make a little whine sound, that's cringy. you're hearing things, you're crazy. stop bothering him.

so yeah, he handles affection extremely well.

tomura follows you around everywhere. it’s a bit suffocating but it’s endearing cus it’s him y’know ?

he’s clingy, a bit overprotective and to top it all off he’s a loser with no friends, so he has like—no choice but to be by you all of the time constantly everywhere. his logic, not yours.

but it’s a bit much at times. you’re used to it by now but from an outsiders point of view it could look a little freaky because there is practically no space between you at all. he’s always sorta roaming behind you just looking around while you do your thing, he looks spaced out most of time except when you ask him something and his eyes immediately zip over to answer you.

he’s almost completely pressed to your back, his hands are always fiddling with something on you, your hair, the back of your shirt, your pant pockets. anything and everything in his reach will be pulled and prodded to keep himself busy. he’ll tug at your shirt a little harder to signal he’s bored and will tell you so, whining n telling you to “hurry up.”

“i want to leave, this place stinks.” he mumbles, lips close to your ears, his hair tickles and you shrug your shoulders at the ticklish feeling. you turn to look at his slightly furrowed brows, irritation very present in his features. you boop his nose “be patient, i’m almost done.” you tease. you hear him grumble behind you, going back to tugging at your clothes and wrinkling them “patient, patient. i’ve been plenty damn patient. said you were almost done ten minutes ago..”

if you want to go the kitchen he’s stalking over to where you are, if you leave the room for a few seconds you can’t turn your back for a millisecond before he materializes behind you, it scares you every time and he laughs about making you jump every time. he’s annoyingly sneaky.

this man has absolutely no shame to me, he will absolutely just stay by the door while you pee. like he could be telling you about how one of his teammates fucked up one of his games while you walk around doing your own thing. but then when you get to the bathroom you tell him to wait a sec and when you reach for the door he stops you, looking just as confused as you. “i’m not done.” he says, raising a brow. and no matter how incredulously you stare he is hellbent on finishing his damn story even while you’re sitting on the loo. even has the nerve to go “you done ?” when he finishes lol

loosely based on @moodyvoid s lil post about shigaraki that i want to tattoo onto my skin

also also also tomura almost always eats food that you’ve eaten. like you have to eat it first then he’ll eat it. like you have to try it for him except its your own food he will not touch his plate unless you order him too😭😭

he goes “lemme have a bite” the moment your spoon makes contact with your lips, and when you do he nods, grunts. then asks for some more. and when you say no he’ll scoff, does he really have to do everything around here ?

so he grabs his own spoon and starts scooping up your food. “tomu—eat your own !” you scold, popping is hand and he immediately flies back like you’d punched him “what the hell was that for ?!” he grumbles. “eat your own. it’s the exact same as mine” you insist, huffing.

you’re obviously a little stupid cus of course it’s not the same. you ate yours, that’s the difference, and he wants yours. so he’ll get yours. so when you’re looking away he’ll sneakily steal bites of your food. but then he gets annoyed about sneaking around and just starts taking from your plate again, you can only sigh in frustration as he keeps munching away.

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.

It’s 7:05 pm I have a headache and I want to got to sleep, but I just had an amazing idea. Shigaraki (or Dabi, I’m not picky) x reader where the reader joins LOV and insists they don’t have a quirk, but they’re also insanely good at taking down heroes so the LOV thinks their quirk is prediction or something. And Shigaraki is totally not falling for the reader, but doesn’t want to hurt them, and they end up together anyway. BUT the reader’s quirk is permanently taking away other people’s quirks (they can turn it off and on), but they have to kiss said person, so one of the hero agencies sent the reader to take Shigaraki’s quirk, knowing that everyone just falls in love with the reader. but the reader ends up falling for Shigaraki too and they have to complete their mission and after they do the reader just leaves, and it takes the LOV awhile to figure out the reader did. 

I would send a request to a fanfic writer, but I don’t follow any bnha x reader fanfic writers

I swear someone better write this or I might, and that might turn out bad