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bea-does-stuff · 1 year

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You surprise them with a hug (mha x reader)

Warnings: I mean- reader almost dies in one of these (shiggy), but apart from that it’s just fluff

Word count: 454

Characters: Hawks, Aizawa, shigaraki

₊˚✩彡 HAWKS

Hawks is always able to sense your aura, it’s a wired talent he’s had since he can remember. So if you try to surprise him by giving him a hug from behind, he turns around in the last possible moment, scooping you up from the floor and holding you tight

“Not so fast my feather~” he smiles, you try to pull away, but he doesn’t plan on letting you go. His nose nuzzles against your neck “Mine~” he growls softly, you scoff “Yea yea birdbrain, i know” You cup his face to make him look at you “But let me go, your cutting my circulation over here” Hawks chuckles at your words, slowly realising you from his grasp and placing you on the ground

₊˚✩彡 AIZAWA

This man is so done with your bullshit, you’re always doing this kind of stuff, surprising him with random attacks of affection, on one hand, its adorable, but on the other, it’s annoying as fuck.

Aizawa was just sipping his morning coffee, when suddenly he hears loud footsteps coming towards him, he’s all of a sudden tackled by someone, the force of the attack almost making him drop his coffee, he instantly turns to look at the person, and of course, it’s you.

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face in his hair, Aizawa sighs “Kitty, what are you doing?” a cheerful smiles crawls up your face “I want a hug” Aizawa lets out a scoff, but not a genuinely annoyed scoff, one of those dumb scoffs you say but you don’t mean “Y’know, if you want a hug, just tell me instead of assaulting me” He jokes, you giggle in response “yea yea, sorry”

₊˚✩彡 SHIGARAKI

In Shigaraki’s defence, he didn’t mean to almost dust you, it’s just that he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly tackle him and he was close to grabbing your wrist. He was just playing video games in his room when someone knocked on the door behind him

“It’s me” Shigaraki humming in response, implying that you can come in, the door instantly flew open as you charred for shigaraki, you scared the living shit out of this man, he almost used his 5 fingers on you, luckily he pulled his hand away from you before he could touch you, your arms instantly tangled around his waist, burying your face in his shirt, it’s like you didn’t notice the fact that shigaraki almost killed you

“THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?” he screamed, you laughed “sorry, i just missed you” Shigaraki couldn’t stay mad at you, your voice made his mind go blank “It’s ok, but your making it up to me by playing smash bros with me” You smirked “alright, bet”

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pinkykats-place · 6 months

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Shigaraki Tomura x Reader Insert

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Summary: You don’t remember when Tomura began sneaking into your room at night. It feels like he always has, really. But you do remember asking him why.

He hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t touched you, hadn’t told you how he felt. He would just come into your room and talk to you about everything and nothing. After a few weeks, the two of you knew everything about each other. You knew Tomura more than you knew yourself, and you were falling completely head over heels for him. You couldn’t stand not knowing why, if this was platonic, or if it was just some weird league bonding thing, but you had to know.

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Warnings: Angst, abusive relationship, cheating, burn trauma, burn scars, toxic people, reader beats a bitch up

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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Precious -Soft!Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

I feel like my inspiration is gonna die soon (not for very long though) </3

Fluff | 428 words

Practically purring you skipped into the lov's hideout, ignoring the calls of your name and making your way to your beloved's room. Tapping at the door, you walk in, closing the door behind you.

"What do you want."

"Hi baby!"

"Oh- hey precious." Tomura cooed, voice instantly softened at your presence.

"I'm home from my mission~" you drawl, collasping on your boyfriend's form.

"Goregous- I can't see." Tomura whined, causing you to straddle his waist so he could see his tv screen.

"Thanks precious. And welcome back." Tomura whipsered, kissing your shoulder while he focussed on his game.

"How about cuddles after you're done? And we can probably make Kurogiri or Dabi to get us food."

"Mmm~ sounds perfect sweetness."

Smiling, you burried yourself into Tomura's cooler body, inhaling the scent you've missed for the past three weeks.

Even though anyone else would think that his actions were cold, you could tell that he was genuinely happy that you were here with him, that he missed you, and to him this was xperfect. He got cuddles from his favorite person on the planet, xandx video games. Though just plain cuddles sounded nice too.

It was about three hours later when Tomura decided he was done. Though he enjoyed his gaming time, he did find it strange that you didn't remind him to get off about two hours earlier. Shrugging it off, he glanced down at you, smiling as he saw your sleeping form.

Humming, Tomura picked you up before bringing you to his bed, laying you down gently before pulling the comforter up to your neck, smiling as you searched for his affection, even in your sleep.

Hurrying out towards Kurogiri, Tomura flipped off Dabi has he teased him about you, giving the recruit a warning glare as he stopped infront of Kurogiri.

"I need a few things for tomorrow. And silence. If anyone disturbs us I shall personaly dust them."

"What is it that you need?"

"Whatever y/n likes. And get a lot. If she isn't happy you will pay."

"As you command, Shigarki Tomura."

Hurrying back into his room, Tomura smiled at your semi awake self, sleepily feeling for him.

"Hey precious." he called, slipping into bed with you.

"Where did you go?" You pout, causing Tomura to bring you to his chest.

"No where important. Now lets get some sleep, you must be exhausted."

Your only response was a slight nod against his chest before you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into neck.

"I love you Tomu."

"And I you, sweetness."

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s0ft-d3cay · 2 months

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Warm Hearts and Soft Eyes

Shigaraki x male reader | This is set before the war ark, Shigg's has his lovely white hair in this one!

Warnings: Fluff like a lot of fluff, established relationship, not a lot of talking, lots of cuddling, and very VERY soft, no uses of Y/N and not beta read

WC: 583

Shigaraki walked through their shared room with in an abandoned house, closing the door. Quickly glancing at you, eyes distant and blank soon softened. You noticed his pale face patched in a soft pink as he seated himself next to you, fidgeting nervously. Your offering eyes meeting his, shaking and vibrant in desperation.

His stare only pulling at you more and more by the second. The longing of your touch, you could see it in the way his fingers trembled with each repetitive scratch on his neck. Smiling warmly reaching out to him, you wordlessly create a portal with a snap of your fingers.

A doorway of purples and reds surrounding a mahogany door in a series of spirals, you dramatically bow in front of it. The small curve at the end of his lips upturn for a second, walking through the portal. Following him, you're quick to grab blankets and pillows from the living room.

The small cabin was fairly open, a few steps to and from the couch with the kitchen on your left. Turning back towards Shigaraki, finding him sitting on their large bed. The sunset gleaming over his frame through the wall of windows around their bed, your breath hicks at his utter soft beauty. A couple blinks later you hand the blankets and pillow to him. The white haired man grabs the pillow and hold it against his chest, arms shaking.

Your heart squeezes at the sight, moving yourself behind him. Setting up some pillows behind you to lay back, bringing him to lay on your chest. Arms around his waist with him between your legs. His cold body melts with every breath.

Shigaraki couldn’t help but think how you gave so much empathy for everyone, he didn’t think he deserved any of it, yet here you were holding him like he was someone special. Someone worth the time of day and comfort, the villains cheeks darkened as he buries the pillow closer to himself. Feeling your soft breathing leveled, almost silent as you nuzzled further to your chest. The warmth emitting from you behind him surrounding his exhausted body, his eyes heavy and slowly closing. Drifting to a relaxed stated in your embrace.

You see Shigaraki, mouth slightly open face peaceful on your chest, he'd moved himself around, turning to rest his head on your chest. He breathes out a long sigh in his sleep, hair falling over his face messily. Like a halo over his angelic face, you always looked forward to these moments for him. Peaceful and free to just be…everything you ever wanted for him.

Gently, your hand moves up to play with the wild strands, soothing his soft hair. Not wanting to wake him, he needed the sleep. Knowing it was a lot harder for him now, the silence, the worry in his eyes, the overnight meetings, and upgrades from the doctor.

Red hazy eyes opened slow, fluttering lazily as he takes in his surrounding. Your movements pause waiting, giving him time to come back from his sleepy state. Soft eyes blink up at you, his expression slightly brightens. The villain looked almost puppy-like with his small smile. Your heart squeezes as he finally spoke up, "You can keep playing with my hair if you want. It feels nice…"

Your own smile widening with a soft giggle, continuing to run your fingers back through his hair, focusing on sections rather than strands. Continuing to show the man before you all the love your heart could ever give.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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shig-a-shig-ah · 2 years

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I’ve had soft Shigaraki brainrot for days and this is my constant little daydream when I’m cozy in bed, so have it.

contains: gn!reader, cuddling, fluff.

"Nnmmh?" You let out a small hum as you're stirred from sleep by blankets rustling, your eyes blinking open when the mattress beside you dips with a familiar weight. You twist a little, glancing blearily over your shoulder. The light streaming in through the window is faint and diffuse, just enough for you to make out pale locks of hair. "Tomura?" you murmur sleepily. "What time is it?"

He clicks his tongue softly as he slumps down against the pillows. "It's still early.” His raspy voice barely rises above a whisper. "Go back to sleep."

Exhaustion is clear in his tone and his eyes, bagged and heavy-lidded. Sleep-addled though your mind is, that’s enough to spark a dozen worries, ones that are almost ever-present. Tomura comes when he can and leaves when he has to, days and occasionally weeks passing between visits. Then one day he’s simply there, lounging in your apartment when you return from work or slipping into bed beside you in the early morning hours. During his absences you can't help but fret, and that doesn't stop even when he reappears. Especially not when he so often returns looking worse than when he left.

"Have you eaten?" You rub at your face, trying to force your vision into focus, and then let your gaze scan over his cheekbones, and the hint of clavicle his collar reveals—angles that have grown worrisomely gaunt in the time since heroes rendered him homeless. "I can make you something."

You're already shifting to rise despite his earlier instruction, the gnawing need to take care of him far more compelling than your desire to sleep in. You make little progress in that effort to tend to the needs he ignores, however. Tomura grunts with trace irritation and then his arm slings heavy over your waist to tug you back down against the sheets, the warmth of his chest pressing to your back as he pulls you tight against him.

"I said go back to sleep," he grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. You can already hear the edge leaving his tired voice, can feel him relaxing into your body slotted against his own. The heft of your comforter settles around you both and his fingers dip beneath your shirt to trace idly over your ribs, his face nuzzling into your hair. Another second passes and then his arm tightens around you to coax you closer, his breath warm against the nape of your neck as he adds with a murmur, "Just want this."

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kyo-kris · 13 days

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA X FEMININE FTM READER

: fluffy, comfort

TW: Dysphoria, reader is depressed, transphobia, reader likes to dress himself with "girlie" outfits

A/N: Used "you" and "M/n" (male name, dont ask me) to reader

You felt so handsome with your "girliest" outifts from your closet, and it was like this. A lot of people respected you the way you were, but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for some commentaries about your clothes, "you identify yourself as a man but dress like a girl? You are just confused" is that you most hear from their mouth, when you don't asked their opinion at all.

But you feel uncomfortable, who wouldn't? Feeling guilty, suddenly feeling ugly and not yourself anymore. You didn't want nothing but stay in your room, just listening songs, just doing whatever you needed to forget all their words. You didn't even want your boyfriend there.

Shigaraki was busy with his plans, and you would feel guilty for opening up about this. He was already busy; it would just add more weight to his burden, wouldn't it?

Shit, you were thinking too much. These weren't just simple words from people you didn't want to hear; they brought up a whole history that you had decided to hide and just live in peace, comfortably.

Shigaraki missed you, you weren't even replying him back, he was worried, on his way, but he was. Telling you that he was on his way to your apartment, but you didn't see the message, you were just looking at the mirror, trying to find something interesting on you. And crying.

Well, it was in that state that Shigaraki found you. Crying and refusing yourself to look at the mirror again.

"Hey, M/n...?" He looked at you, raising an eyebrow and getting closer to you

"M/n...come here" His voice was harsh but soft and calm, he carefully puts you on his arm, without touching you more than 2 fingers each hand, he was being extremely carefully bevause of his quirk.

You didn't know what to say, you had nothing to say, just hugged him like it was the last time, crying with your head buried on his pale neck. He squeezed softly your body on a hug too, carefully as always.

Some minutes more and you were catching your breath and the tears were no longer coming out, you calmed down and your head slowly returned to face the villain, your villain.

"Better?" He still had his calm but hoarse voice that you love so much. You couldn't help but smile before replying when listen to his voice and him being soft.

"I am. Thanks, Shiggy" You look at his red vivid eyes

"Do not" He squinted his eyes in disapproval at the nickname. You would never give up calling him that or the other nicknames you had for him.

You just laughed and went to silence for some seconds, looking at him, and going straight and softly to his mouth. Giving Shigaraki a sloppy kiss, finishing with some pecks and smiles.

This just calmed your whole soul from whatever you were thinking about yourself.

"You wanna about the state I found you?"

He looked at you, ready for listening whatever you wanted to tell him. You decide to open up yourself, he was your boyfriend at all.

You sigh amount of times while tell him about the whole situation, how this sometimes just hurts you inside. He listens carefully and with his full attention to you.

"You know you don't have to hide anything about this from me. I would shut them up in my own way. You know that." You laughed at his violent way to dealing with things.

"I know, I know" You smiled

"And you look... Gorgeous with the outfits you choose. You are really stylish, and you know isn't only me that thinks that about your style. M/n, you will always be respected on L.o.V regardless of the way you want to dress." Shigaraki just had so much struggles to look at you, but his words were honest, you knew that.

You cried so much that you wanted to right now, but couldn't, so you just smiled ear to ear and hugged him, your arms on his neck. His time to buries his head on your neck.

"I love you" You said on his ear. And you could hear an "I love you too" very lower, but you could hear.

Notes from Kyo ♡ : Have a great day, afternoon, night, midnight, mi amores. Remember that you look amazing, whatever you dress doesn't makes you invalid. You are amazing and doing a great job being who you are. Remember that your fav character is absolutely proud of this strong person you are. I love y'all.

Let me know any character you want me to do and what about! Just read my fixed post. XoXo O_o

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inosukenumberonefan · 10 months

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Pairing: Shigaraki x femreader

Genre:Reverse comfort

You awkwardly looked around in the bar. Everyone was being to loud it wasn’t often that the whole league was out of their rooms and hanging out in the bar but it wasn’t enjoyable especially if you didn’t like to much noise or people annoying you so it wasn’t a surprise Shigaraki got up abruptly in the middle of a conversation with Toga and stormed outside which was a bit odd usually he went to his room. Toga didn’t seem to notice how irritated he was because she called after him.

“Rude! Do you have any manners?” You jumped from your stool and gently opened the door and peeped your head out. Shigaraki was angrily stomping away while scratching his skin. You stepped out and carefully shut the door behind you. For about 1p seconds you followed him walking up the alleyway., you thought you were doing a decent job at until he sighed (loudly) turned around and angrily asked.

“Why are you following me!?” You awkwardly stepped out the shadows but before you could get a word out he spoke. “No don’t bother answering that. Just go back and leave me alone!”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be alone! Why else would I have left!” You shrugged; you didn’t have to say anything else for him to start ranting.

“I’m tied of hearing Toga's voice besides if I have to watch compress preform one more stupid ‘magic trick’ I might just delete this entire league and start over from scratch!” He yelled at you and scratched his neck frantically. Your frown deepened you felt bad for him and your motherly instincts kicked in and you took a step forward then another one and another until you were in decent distance of him and again he started shouting.

“What are you doing?! Stay back! This is exactly why I left in the first place!” When you didn’t stop he scoffed and scratched once again then let out a mutter. “You people drive me crazy! I can’t get 5 minutes to myself without hearing one of you whine or screech or monologue about something no one cares about! As if a little silence from time to time would kill us all!” Once he stopped for a couple seconds you declared it safe to proceed.

“Is there any ointment for it?” You asked gently pointing at the raw skin on his neck.

“What?!” He looker at you with the most annoyed expression you had ever seen. “No! Are you stupid?!” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “Wait don’t answer that either you’ll just prove my point and I’m already pissed off.” He looked back at you, you were so clearly eyeing the skin.

“Well I-" Just as you were going to offer him some he interrupted again.

“Just because it manifests physically doesn’t mean it’s a physical condition.” He looked back at you. “In fact I’m certain it’s not. And if you’d think about all the times you’ve seen me scratch you’d be certain to.”

“Mhm?” You hummed as if telling him to go on and he did, although it was just to ramble about how annoying you are.

“I only itch when I want to destroy something.” He narrowed his eyes. “And what do you know?” He said in a fake euthanasic voice. “As soon as you stepped into this alley with me.” He paused and scratched for dramatic effect “The itching flared up again. So do me a favor and go home.” Odd choice of words since you lived at the league of villains hideout. He waited for you to go but you didn’t budge still awkwardly standing in the alley way.

“Well?! Why are you just standing?!” You decided to ignore the fear and started walking towards him, not to your surprise he objected. “What are you doing?! The hell? No! No! Stop it.” When he saw you weren’t going to stop he reverted to insulting you. “Of all those idiots you might be the most irritating of them all!” When you were about a meter away he continued. “Do you not know what personal space is?!” You shrugged.

“Where do you get all this audacity do you not realize I could reach out and disintegrate you on a whim?!” You did but against every instinct in your body you didn’t leave.

“You’ve been itchy all day.” You commented. “How about you tell me more about it?” You asked in a gentle voice.

“No! I don’t want to ‘tell you out more about it.!’” He mocked.

“Are you-"

“Fuck off!” You stood there silent as you watched him attentively with caring and sympathetic eyes. He sighed exasperated and dramatically.

“Fine! I’ll talk about it if you stop looking at me like that!” He caved. “Are you happy.” You nodded and smiled it was not returned. “But after you have to fine someone else to bother and leave me alone!”

“Deal.” He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall and you copied before starting.

“I pretty much always itch because there’s pretty much always something or someone I want to destroy nearby. Its that simple.” He sighed again before continuing. “But I can’t go around withering everything away on impulse at least not yet…” He mumbled the last part to himself.

“Yea?”

“I can’t afford to keep replacing items or people that may be useful, so I hold it inside, I do nothing even though all I want is to press the tips of my fingers firmly against everything I hate and feel the tension go away as it breaks apart.” He chuckled at the thought looking up to the sky, he had kind of a grin on his face.

“Well you’re not itching right now.” You observed and he snapped out of what seemed to be a moment of peace.

“Stop trying to psychoanalyze me! What does it matter?!”

“Might mean-"

“I’m tempted to cover my mouth with your hands until- until-.” He looked back at you and groaned in annoyance. He made a sound that sounded like growling and he sighed.

“No that’s not exactly true. I’m not itching right now. I-” he took a long pause. “Don’t want to destroy you.” You didn’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. “I don’t know why! You won’t running your mouth just like the others! The whole reason why I left was to get some peace and quiet before everyone ended up in a dust bin.” He looked back at you. “Yet here you are interrupting my single player time, getting way too close to me and asking all these stupid questions!” He took a breather and calmed his voice. “And somehow I don’t hate you for it. I… don’t wanna use my quirk.” He exclaimed as if he was surprised in himself. “What is wrong with me.” He mumbled to himself.

“Nothings wrong with you-"

“I was ready to end them all I had to get away because I would’ve done it. The itching was so intense I couldn’t take it anymore! They just wouldn’t stop! The talking, the noise it didn’t matter how many times I told them to knock it off, it didn’t matter how long I sat there more and more irritated by their idiotic behavior, clawing at myself my skin crawling with disgust!” His voice only got more and more mad and intense each word. “I wanted to annihilate everyone of them right then and there and they didn’t even have the decency to notice! They just kept acting… normal.” He chuckled to himself. “So I went for a walk to get away from their obliviousness and here you are.” He summarized.

“You followed me because you did notice, didn’t you?” You gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Yea.” He laughed and it sounded genuine.

“I suppose that explains why I don’t want to kill you.” You grinned you didn’t think he noticed but he did. “But don’t get cocky. It isn’t usually wise to pursue a man who wants to be left alone especially if he can get alone with a single touch.” You raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Still as much as I don’t want to swell your head about it. I’ll admit its nice to talk to someone who actually want to know how I feel. Its nice not to itch again, my skin almost never feels this… calm.” He sighed but in a good way.

“Does it still hurt?” He snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Well yea it hurts. I mean look at it its shredded raw.”

“But it doesn’t itch?” You asked gently and he shook his head and you gave him a small smile. “Well that’s better then how it normally feels. Sit with me.”

“What? Here?” He sounded appalled “And why would we do that?”

“You wanna go back?”

“Of course not.” You raised your eyebrows and shot him a look that meant where else are you gonna go he must have got it because he then admitted you had a point. “Fine.” He muttered and plopped down onto the cold cement and you quickly followed.

“So now what?” He gave you an annoyed look. “You gonna play therapist some more or?” You didn’t answer as your eyes were drawn to his long baby blue hair again you ignored the fear and went for it. You twirled his hair in your fingers and traced your fingers through his scalp.

“What are you doing?!” He asked as you moved into a kneeling position.

“I’m playing with your hair.” You calmly stated and continued.

“Well I know that but why?!” You shrugged but answered.

“Because there’s no other place I could touch you right now that wouldn’t hurt.” You looked at him. “And it feels nice doesn’t it?”

“Well it…” He went silent and you stopped worried that maybe you were being to rough. “No, don’t stop its whatever just do what you want.” He mumbled and you perked up. “Its not like were going anywhere any time soon.”

“Does it hurt?” You asked after about a minute.

“No its- its pleasant. You were right about the not being able to touch me anywhere else that wouldn’t be painful. That is if you’re determined to touch me at all.”

“Well you know me.”

“You really are impossible you know that, I see exactly why you would’ve never made it as a hero.” You narrowed your eyes and gently tugged on his hair and he involuntary let out a chuckle. “Boundaries aren’t really your thing are they?”

“You know me so well.” You teased and continued running your fingers through his hair and gently humming.

“At least your good at it.” You chuckled surprised that he actually complimented you well sort of.

“Well thank you for the compliment.” He was going to object and say it wasn’t but he yawned instead.

“If I’m not careful you’ll put me to sleep.” He softly chuckled and closed his eyes before shooting right up and turning to you. “This isn’t part of some grand Master plan to take out the party leader is it?!” You snorted at the ridiculousness. “If it is remember I inflict a permanent debuff on contact.”

“Oh no you figured my master plan!” You sarcastically said and rolled your eyes. “How ever did you figure it out?”

“You don’t have to be a dick.” He mumbled and took a deep breath relaxing and closed his closed his eyes. “Do that other thing?”

“Hmm?”

“The one where you run your fingers through my hair.” You did as told and you could see the tension flow away as his shoulders relaxed.

“That’s better I like that.” It seemed he was to relaxed to save face. He slouched and took a deep breath he was right you were putting him to sleep. “You know maybe I should get some ointment.” You smirked because he had almost admitted you were right. “Not that it would matter most of the time. My skin just stays broken and itchy when I’m around the others anyway but it wouldn’t be so bad to have for times like this to take the sting away when it doesn’t itch. Maybe I could start taking walks like this regularly.”

“Id think that would help you.”

“And since you apparently have no instinct for self preservation and want to follow me-" he cut himself off with a yawn. “Maybe you could help me out a little.”

“Id like that.” At this point he was just talking to himself but you still felt the need to weigh in.

“Id have to take care of my hands of course but my arms would be okay to touch and my neck you could hover up some ointment there since you’re so hansey.” He was trailing off.

“My face that’s where it hurts the most of all… I can’t remember the last time anyone living has ever touched my face…” His voice was soft and sleepy. “Thank you I needed this.” He said before falling asleep his head softly hitting your shoulder.

Hes so fine 😽😻

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pumpkinsnhollyhock · 6 months

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Mausoleum

Summary: When a secluded ghost at the edge of the world receives a strange visitor, he remembers why he willed this dangerous plot to house his bones in the first place.

Fic tags: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader/OC. AU. Quirkless AU. Song fic. Soulmates. Lost love. Pining. Soft Tomura Shigaraki. Tomura Shigaraki is a Ghost. First POV. Reads like a love letter.

Found myself listening to Mausoleum by Rafferty on repeat while writing my long Tomu fic. Here's the result. Happy spooky season :]

My first tangible thought in countless long years is, What dullard dares to traverse this deadly terrain.

These stone walls I call home were strategically located atop this most avoidable peak, and I reveled in my decision — laid out in clear terms by my final will and testament — when the dismally unfortunate masons cursed taking the job with their every breath. I watched them silently as they fought against the menacing squalls and crumbling ground, letting their ill tempers wash vicariously over my noncorporeal form, and smiled.

For what I craved more than anything in my last days was eternal solitude.

Yet here you come, determined to rob me of it.

Between my isolation and the ceaseless decades, I have become barely more than a wisp of lingering spirit, my memories and emotions eroded away like this baren cliffside. So this stir of annoyance at your unsolicited calling is, I admit, at least some small reprieve from the monotony.

I follow your painstaking progress — a smear of cloak among the tall grasses, winding to and fro, rising steadily through the topology — and find my distaste begins to wane as I resign to tolerate your presence.

But as the minutes turn to hours and you draw ever near, I am decidedly touched by your fervor.

You are panting, relief and pride sculpting your posture, as you arrive on my marble stoop, and I am surprisingly delighted when you rest a soft hand against the entrance to my permanent residence.

I watch, still and silent, as vitality rushes in and out of your lungs, as your hair sticks to your flushed face, whipped into knots and strewn wildly by the merciless gales that claim dominion over this rocky shoreline, and a grin settles delicately on your lips.

I am hollow. I am nothing. Detached from the physical realm. But something within whatever I now am aches at the sight of you.

You, who are alive.

Come inside, I gesture though you cannot see, my ghostly hand reaching toward yours before I decide to do so, Come grace these cold, forgotten walls with your guileless company.

The iron gates rattle and creek when you pull them wide, and I realize for the first time how much my august abode has been humbled.

When I was first laid here, I explain as your eyes alight over every surface, this granite gleamed white and pristine. And the cast iron filigree, I point out when your fingers delicately trace a sconce and search for a match to light the candle there, was as intricate as it was imposing.

But, I amend when warm modest light blooms before us, I would argue the stone cracked and mossed, the iron rusted and worn, has its own certain beauty.

I think, perhaps, you agree, unable as you are to refrain from touching everything you see, studying each surface without concern, but with loving caress.

In life, I recall hearing gripping tales of those beyond bewitching the souls of the living, and how even the most gallant individuals would cower at the thought. But as I watch you, my eyes never wavering from your tender, reverent progression through the walls that hold my decaying bones, I think the stories could not gotten it more wrong.

I, too, lived life through careful study, I start to ramble, the urge to impress you — to capture your attention as you have stolen mine — as inescapable as the grave, Diligently observant, I was a collector of lives, of their tales and histories, making sense of the passing of time through their lives and deaths.

Morbid, perhaps. There were certainly those who thought so. But it was through them that I found any attachment to life.

You smile, and I think it might finally bring me peace, releasing me from this cursed mortal plane.

Forgive me, I say, a flush of long-stilled blood illuminating the silver scars along my transparent neck, Perhaps it is my sudden musings on life, but you... seem somehow... familiar.

There was one... a remnant of memory from centuries past.

She, too, smiled at strangely beautiful things.

Suddenly I am overcome, drowning as forgotten images surge across my vision — fingers interlacing, palms meeting; bare feet in the dew damp earth strolling to meet the blushing sun.

When I resurface, your smile has faded, and I lament that there is nothing I can do to bring it back.

You pause — your fingertips, feather light, as they linger on the ornate brass picture frame.

Those I left behind were kind enough to leave me with a solitary memory, I whisper in explanation.

I drift behind you, my steady presence at your back all the company I can offer, and I catch the fading scent of your perfume as reach forward with long grey fingers to curl around the other edge of the frame.

Aren't we a sight, I sigh.

I pretend I can feel your weight against my chest, imagine gently swaying you, and for a moment we are a macabre lovesick couple as together we hold the only remaining proof of my time on this earth.

I don’t look at it, for I am watching you, your eyes shimmering as they hold the image of mine.

You have a sadness about you, I coo, wishing I could tuck a stray lock back into place behind your ear, It seeps deep within your soul.

My chin drops to your shoulder.

I can sense it on your quiet breath.

My lips are drawn to the flush at your neck.

I hear it on your every heartbeat.

And I curse Kronos, the Fates, and all the years that divide us that I cannot hold you.

A tear falls between us, our faces intimately close but eternally separated. Its splash upon the frame is jarring amidst our easy silence, and finally I tear my eyes away from your loveliness in curiosity of what ails you.

I still, rooted to the spot.

For you stare back at me.

Across the centuries, from the fading sepia page of my history.

From the photograph of you and me.

And realization hits me, as harsh and welcome as the fiery dawn hits these cold cliff walls.

How I have missed you, my everything.

Your tears seem to surprise you as much as they did me, confusion falling delicately upon your features as you wipe them from your beautifully flushed cheeks. You while you press on with graceful poise, and my eyes drink in your determination alighting your every movement as you take the last few strides to the final depths of my crypt.

But as you gaze upon my bones, you dissolve and begin to weep.

Please, my love, don’t despair. Time is cruel and we were destined to forget.

I fail to pry your soft bony hands away from your crying eyes, cursed to merely watch as you fall apart before me.

As I have watched you fall before, your dark locks disheveled by the unforgiving winds that whip at my stone walls, at these cliffs which claimed your life and house my tethered soul.

You are so tragically beautiful it pains me.

My love, do not be troubled, I breathe, enveloping you in my ghostly arms, Your sorrow is a gift. Your trembling grimace — your bloodshot eyes spilling with donations of love — are proof of a life enrichened with depth.

You begin to chill, but I am loathe to release you after all these long decades without you, so press closer still. I can hear the ocean’s churning, her tumbling tempestuous crashing of waves, echoing in your ears.

I chose to follow you in death, chose destruction over my sorrow.

Desperation — regret — tears at my throat, threatening to overtake me, so I continue.

And now, my everything, you must leave me.

Or else, I will you to stay.

Because as much as I long to relieve you from your despair, I cannot deny how your presence tempers mine.

I think of how I would destroy everyone and everything should you ask it of me, of how I itch to turn this entire world to rot so that the centuries would cease to turn and we might be together once more.

Then — just as our separation becomes too much to bear, just as I think I might rob you of the chance to move on — your feet begin to remedy the distance that must always be between us, and grief and joy flood me in equal measure.

You spare my bones one last glance, those eyes — those very same eyes — piercing my soul, and I see you as I saw you last.

Your billowing dress. Your hair whipped and matted by the gales. My hand, outstretched to you, grasping nothing but cold sea air. Your wheeling arms as your feet no longer find purchase on the crumbling ground.

You leave the candle burning for me as you pass beneath my once-gilded archways, and I watch the wax drip like the tortuous passing of time, the wick growing shorter and the flame dimmer, as you make your careful way down the winding path.

It dies at last, gentle smoke trailing as delicate as a veil, and I wish upon it as it is swept away to sea.

Be well, my love. Until next century.

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#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x oc #mha fic #mha au #soulmates #song fic #soft shigaraki #shigaraki tomura is a ghost #reads like a love letter #pining #lost love #quirkless au #mausoleum

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bea-does-stuff · 1 year

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Shiggy’s first Christmas (shigaraki x reader)

warning: Is soft shiggy a warning?

Word count: 438

Summary: shigaraki has never had a family who wanted to celebrate christmas with, but now that your here, thats gonna change

Shigaraki has never celebrated christmas, all for one told him that holidays like that were a waste of time, in fact, the only reason he knew about christmas was because of a christmas themed video game he played.

He wanted to hate christmas, he wanted to think it was stupid, just like his master does, but something about seeing those video game characters laughing and being together made him feel a mixture of warmth and envy, part of him wanted to be as happy as them, but he couldn’t, cause no one wanted to be happy with him

That is until you came along, you had given shigaraki all the things he never had, you gave him gifts on his birthday, calmed him down while he was having a panic attack, hugged with zero hesitation, and made him feel like a human again.

That's probably why when December rolled around, he decided that he was gonna ask you to celebrate christmas with him, christmas was about family right? Well, you were his true family.

“So… what do you say?” he asked with a nervous voice, you were quick to respond in a chipper tone “Really? Of course i’d like to spend christmas with you darling” Shigaraki let out a huge sigh of relief, before looking back at you with a smile “ok, but, i’ve never celebrated christmas so you’ll have to help me, your a higher level than me in this”

your mouth dropped, almost as much as your heart “YOU’VE NEVER CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS?” he shook his head, you thought for a few seconds, before smiling “well don’t worry dust bunny! I’m gonna make sure you have the time of your life!”

Shigaraki looked shocked, followed by him looking at the ground so that his sky blue hairs cover the blush on his cheeks

“t-thanks baby… but don’t call me “dust bunny” ever again” You chuckled before sticking your tongue at him.

He really enjoyed spending so much time with you, walking through the snowy paths and taking him to a bunch of stores to buy things for your friends, in one of the stores you founds some cream for burns “You should get this for dabi” you said jokingly, shigaraki scoffs “i’m not getting that imbecile anything”

Shigaraki had been asking what his present would be non stop, and you would always answer with “that would ruin the surprise dummy” but no matter what you got him, he knew that if it came from you it would be his prised possession

But just between you and me…

it was a plushie that looked like his childhood dog

#shigaraki x reader #oneshot #mha #mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha #bnha headcannons #soft shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki #gn reader #christmas #shigaraki simp #shigaraki fluff #fanfic #shiggy fanfic #fluff

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heizlut · 1 year

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can we just take a moment to look at the image i just created of my oc and shigaraki for my newest chapter. i’m screaming and kicking my feet in the air🤭 this legit looks like it could be a scene from the show🥲

#don’t steal this image #my image #mha oc art #shigaraki x oc #soft shiggy #soft shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki tomura

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otaku6337 · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Additional Tags: alternate endings, Perspectives follow-up, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tomura is 18 to Izuku's 15/16, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Person, Tomura is still Tomura but he puts Izuku above anything else, including his own morals and goals, honestly Perspectives itself explains the basic ship and premise far better, Soft Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Soft Midoriya Izuku, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Protective Midoriya Izuku, multiple alternate endings to the linked fic, ShigaDeku - Freeform, I will update the tags as I post the endings, so for now..., Running Away, Eloping, no marriage but still, Boys In Love, Happy Ending, Bittersweet, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, things aren't perfect but they're happy, no character death in this first one! Series: Part 220 of Ota's One-Shot Wonders, Part 217 of Ota's BNHA Fic Stuff, Part 2 of Perspectives (ShigaDeku AU) Summary:

The loose, pale ringlets keep catching Izuku off-guard. They fall in his eyes all the time, but he hasn't had the chance to buy a headband or something yet. Maybe once they're checked in-

A gentle hand comes up to brush them back, just two fingers tucking the curl behind his ear, and Izuku cannot help but tilt into the touch, smiling up at his partner. "Thank you." "Sap." But Tomura is still smiling slightly, something fond softening the crinkles of tension around his eyes.

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Having a glass barrier almost a metre thick is beyond disconcerting. (It's heart-breaking, something in the centre of Izuku threatening to burst into splinters and a tsunami-) Izuku isn't in danger. Not from the prisoner, at least.

Tomura is still his partner, as far as Izuku is concerned, and always will be. He knows, from the look in Tomura's eye, the aching depths that are impossibly warm no matter how choked it might be by restraint-fear-determination, that his love is reciprocated.

(These are the four alternate endings to my ShigaDeku fic Perspectives that I wrote earlier this year!!)

#learnt this sharing trick earlier today #shigadeku #soft #alternate ending #original fic is also linked in description and notes #otaku6337 #fic link #ao3 link #bnha #soft izuku #soft shigaraki #they love each other your honour

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s0ft-d3cay · 2 months

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Boxed Reveal

Shigaraki x Male Reader | This is one I've been wanting to write for a hot minuet, you guys have no idea. The next Shigaraki one shot I have will be a big and emotional one, so just a heads up.

Warnings: playfully teasing, he calls you a brat, no use of Y/N, reader is very playful, establish relationship because that man needs some loving, gift giving, reader has a quirk that neutralizes Shigaraki's quirk and he uses that to make the item, lots of kissing, slight mention of being pulled into a lap...and very fluff ridden

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It was a lazy day, one you’d been planning on having ever since Shigaraki and the League became the PLF. Now with the man hugging you from behind in bed, just the normal amount of overly affectionate from the villain. You then remembered your ‘surprise’ you’ve been working on for him.

"Hey, I've to get something really quick, but I need you to let go of me for-" "No." Shigaraki cuts in resting his head on your shoulder, hands snaking around your waist tightly. Even his legs wrapped around your own, the man was currently trapping you in a hug. "Come on Shiggs, you can hold me once I-" You offer was cut off as his hold around you tighten even more, causing you to giggle out.

"No, you’re staying right here. I don’t care if you have a surprise for me. I’m not letting you go." Your hands rub his forearms and hair lightly, feeling him nuzzle against your neck. Choosing to not leave him in such a vulnerable state, you decide to compromise. "Alright, I’ll just bring the gift to you then." You materialized the box on the window sill beside him. Red's and purple's circle the area before dissipating around a box.

You soon feel him sigh deeply, his warm breath wafting over your shoulder. He leave kisses behind your ear softly, before pulling his head away from your shoulder. "Fine, I’ll bite. What’s in the box, brat?" Smiling wide with an excited laugh, you turn to quickly kiss his lips enthusiastically. Sitting up to your knees to reach out, picking up the medium sized box.

Shigaraki sits up, keeping his hands on your waist and hips. Frail fingers mindlessly tracing over your skin. Shivering at the small contacted, you turn around to fully face him. Overly excited as you placed it on his lap. He looks at you suspiciously, side eyeing the box. "Are you trying to court me?" The man questions with a smirk, his hands move away from your body, holding the box closer to himself.

"Yes, I am." You answered playfully, leaning in to kiss his lips again. This kiss was soft and lovingly, their mouths melding against one another in-tandem. You pull away slow, whispering in a playfully tone. "It’s a little something I thought you might like..." He glances at you breathlessly for a moment before opening the box.

A flash of the trench coat, a blood red outer fabric with a deep purple interior. Shigaraki freezes, pulling the trench coat out of the box, feeling the fabric beneath his fingers carefully. "You lost your other one in the fight with Redestro so...I thought I’d make you a new one and um…try to decay it." You say quietly, he turns to you quick at your last words.

"What?" The villain breathes out in disbelief, "Try to decay it, go on." You tell him with a confident grin, he looks back at the trench coat. Unsure, he holds his breath as his fifth finger moves closer to the fabric. "I’m gonna to be so fucking mad if it turns to dust…" He says before setting down his final finger. The coat remains, you watch as his grip on it tightens. Still nothing, you hear a sigh of relief. He pulls the coat to his chest, hugging it like a child would with their favorite toy. You watch as a warm smile graces his face.

"Oh, I’m trying this on right now." He giddily moves off the bed, putting it on quick; fitting perfectly over his frame. You watch as he feels the fabric again, both hands in the pockets. He spins giggling happily, he glances towards you, eyes gleaming in joy as he asks. "Well, how do I look?" His grin widens as he laughs, posing dramatically.

Breathless and flustered, you try to form a sentence in your mind. He walks up to you slow, with a mischievous look in his eyes. "You look good, it...really suits you.…" Shigaraki stands right over you, both arms trapping you on the bed. He hums out a breathy chuckle, leaning down to kiss you. With a soft gasp, your hands slide up to grasp the trench coat, pulling him down on top of you. Lips morphing to hungry kisses and touches, pulling you down to his lap.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered~" He whispers with a teasing giggle before capturing your lips once more, reveling in your warmth and presence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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