Don’t Hate It. - Shiggy

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First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

+Neither you nor Shigaraki were the type to hold hands. For some of the same reasons and some different. For one of Shiggy’s, well obviously his quirk and for you, you were not the type to be all touchy feely in cutesy stuff. Neither of you were really the affectionate types. That is until a day comes that You need a little physical touch.

The day couldn’t go by and end fast enough. Nothing was going right, I was nearly caught by some heroes, and to top it off, it started to storm. As soon as I walked in the door, I threw my soaked coat in some random direction. I shook my hair out, ignoring the displeased yell towards me.

“Ugh!” I threw myself into a booth completely annoyed with the world. My fingers aggressively rapped against the table top. I had been on edge all day, from the moment I woke up.

“Well some one’s in a bad mood.” A deep voice said from across the bar. I glanced toward the bar and saw the black hair male next to our leader. It surprised me to see him out of his room and away from his video games.

“Not now Dabi.” I growled under my breath. A drink was placed in front of me and I saw the black purple Wisps out of the corner of my eye. I took a long drink before leaning back into my seat.

“Awe, is someone also a bit touchy? Oh, everyone! Look out!” He laughed. I rubbed my eyes before burying my face in my hands. I just felt like I really needed a hug, a loving touch, or something.

“Dadi just leave them alone.” Kurogiri said.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and just took another drink. I heard an argument between multiple people ensue. I was left alone for a little while but I could feel eyes on me. Frustration was quickly growing in me. I looked up and around the room. Across the bar, there was a recruit that had been around for a few weeks with his eyes glued on me.

“Great. Him.” I groaned and looked away. It was not even a minute and he was standing next to the table. “Can I help you with something?”

“Nooo… but I think I could help. Get those frustrations out I mean.” He gave me a big smile which I’m sure he meant to be sexy but failed miserably.

“Really?” I asked sarcastically, unimpressed. He nodded, ignoring my sarcasm. He leant down so his face was close with mine.

“Really, really.” He smirked. He reached to touch me. “I have so many ideas.”

“Haha. Careful there, recruit.” I warned, pushing his hand away. His touch was revolting. The frustration was about to snap.

“Oh come on, sweetie. Just come with me and…” He reached out again. I snapped. I shoved him back and shot out of my seat. He stumbled and I grabbed his neck tight. Black webbed out on his skin.

“Walk for a mile and then walk into traffic you pathetic nitwit.” I growled. I shoved him away and he walked out the door. I sighed. That was the first time my quirk worked right allday. I finally noticed the room was silent. “Anyone else?” Gazes immediately moved away from me. Tears fought their way to the surface. I felt like I was going to fall apart, that there is nothing to hold me together.

“Y/N.” A presence came up behind me.

“What!” I turned to see Shiggy next to me. His eyes went from me to the door. “I don’t want to hear it! Can’t you all just leave me alone for one goddamn minute!” I yelled, throwing my hands up and stomping off. I walked to an unused back hall and leant against a wall. There was a big window in front of me, showing me the storm outside.

“Y/N..” I jumped and yelled out. The tears finally broke though.

“What Tomura!?” I yelled. “I know I messed up so what could it be you are here for?” I slammed back into and slid down the wall. “Because it only seems that people come to me when they want something, want to tease on me, or make me their punching bag! So what possibly could you be here for! Huh?”

“Y/N.”

“What?” I looked up and saw he was sitting next to me on my left. He reached up and pried my hand from my hair. I gasped because I didn’t ever know I was doing it, the ache setting in. His next action shocked me more. He took my right hand in his left and began to rub circles. “Shigaraki?”

“Just take it.” He slowly wrapped his right arm around my shoulders. I set my head on his shoulder cautiously. When he didn’t react beyond pulling me in more, I let my full weight on him. I noticed he had on his two finger gloves and a small smile came to my face.

I gripped his hand and placed my other hand over his and traced random shapes. Underneath, I was soaking in all the soft attention and touches. Shiggy normally hated to wear the gloves so he never really did this soft stuff. Sure we’ve done some more spicy touching but never this.

“Thank you.” I whispered. “I know you hate wearing the gloves.”

“I don’t hate wearing them. I just had no reason too.” His raspy voice said softly into my ear. He moved his arm off my shoulder and brought it forward to set his other hand with the others. “Now I do.”

“Huh?” I lifted my head to look at him.

“I am not a very… touchy person but with you I want to be. I just didn’t know how to ask you.” He said. “With anyone else, I’m not interested. But with you, I want to have everything.So I don’t hate it.”

“I feel the same.” I admitted after a minute of silence. “I had to admit it to myself as well. I haven’t been close enough to anyone in such a long time that I didn’t know what to do.”

“So we are meant for each other.” He laughed and so did I.

“You know, if you hadn’t sent that shit head on his way, I would have dusted him.” I laughed hard, leaning into him more.

“I am just happy my quirk worked. It’s been acting up all day.” I held up my free hand. Black swirled on my fingertips. Tomura let go of my one hand and placed his finger tips against mine, all five. He tapped them before gently lacing his fingers with mine.

“Things happen and I will be… Will be here for you the best I can.” He said. “I know I am far from a great man but…”

“If I wanted a great man, I would not be here.” I said a matter of factly. He laughed. “The dark, brooding, crazy type that has a side obsession of video games myself. They’re more fun.”

“Damn. That specific, huh?” He asked.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I like them to have light blueish hair with a hand problem.”

“Watch it.” He warned with no threat behind it. “You know, now that I’ve gotter a taste of this I won’t go back.”

“Same.” I tightened my grip on his hand.“I hate to admit it but I need a little physical touch every now and then.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He whispered. I nearly fell asleep when a loud clash of thunder and lightning spooked us both. “Ugh! Can we, maybe move somewhere more comfortable than the floor?”

“Oh, fine you big baby.” I got up and looked down at him expectedly. He got up and took my hand. I yawned as I’ve walked through the halls, hand in hand.

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“you know, your hair is getting quite long, tomura.” you had reached down to run your fingers through your lover’s long and silky hair. your eyes met his crimson ones as you had gazed down at him, who seemed to be laying his head on your lap.

“and why is that such a concern?” tomura had replied with a question. his eyes stared deeply into his lovers’s irises, the one thing out of many the villain loved about you.

a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, tucking a couple of strands of his hair behind his ear. “it’s not really.” you shrugged your shoulders. “it gets in the way of your work sometimes, doesn’t it bother you?” you pointed out.

the villain could only ponder about what you had just told him. you were right about that, it did so happen get in the way. maybe he should cut it? tomura sighed. “i guess your right.” with that, the male sat himself up soon turning to face his lover.

“i’m always right.” you teased.

a timid grin formed on tomuras lips. “yeah? you are?” he questioned in a teasing tone.

“yes i am.” you would only come closer, caressing a cheek of his.

tomura leaned into your touch, a hand of his own reaching up to touch yours, being careful not to place his free finger down.

“would you like me to cut your hair?” you would ask in a gentle voice, your eyes never leaving your boyfriends. “i do have quite the experience with cutting my own.”

with a small nod of the head, tomura replied. “yeah, that would be nice.”

you grinned, leaning yourself closer towards him to place a small and gentle kiss on his lips. your hands trailing to the back of his neck to rest there.

the gentle feeling of the person he loved the most so close to him still surprised him. it still was a chock him how much he could love a single person and that person feeling the same towards him. that’s all he ever wanted really, for someone to love and cherish him.

“i love you.” the first words that left tomuras mouth as you two separated from your loving kiss. “y/n. i love you so much.” he uttered, his eyes averting to the side to hide the embarrassment that was hidden inside them.

upon hearing your lovers plea, you heart fluttered. it was moments like these that made you fall more deeply in love with him. “i love you too, tomura.”

tomura placed a careful hand onto your cheek to caress it, staring into the eyes he adored so much. “stay with me forever.”

and you could only smile.

“i planned on doing that anyways.”

© please do not post my work anywhere.

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Thinking about Tomura, who you think has been ignoring you while he games, only to have him grab your wrist when you try to get off his lap mid-boss fight. There’s no pause button. He’s glaring at you while masterfully avoiding the boss’s predictable attack pattern, crimson orbs boring into yours. The side of his lip twitches as he growls “where do you think you’re going?” before tugging you into his arms and going back to his game. Just because it doesn’t look like he’s paying attention, doesn’t mean he isn’t.

shigaraki tomura would post this about his significant other. please…someone write a shigaraki x reader fanfic about this post…i’m BEGGING.

hey shigaraki stans I have a headcanon to present:

disrespecting his queen?? his beloved wife he would literally die for?? his player two for life?? uh, out of the question!!!

disrespecting and dusting literally anyone else that isn’t the League or his beloved?? hell yes!!!!

The Ceiling

This is just something small and nice if you want than you could ask me for more of these small and cute moments I like those there nice u want more? Ask I won’t bite

WARNINGS!: none this Wholesome shit

*Shigaraki lays on his bed looking up to rhe ceiling*

*Y/n comes in*

Hey shigy! I brought some snacks you want some?

Shigaraki looks at you and then back at the ceiling.

“no thanks babe”

You lay the snacks beside the bed and lay next to your favorite gamer Boi.

You look at him “you alright?”

He answers “just thinking”

“About?” Shigy looks at you “ How life would’ve been when I never became what I am today.” he looks back to the ceiling “ I wonder what my mother would say if she could see me now…” you hold his hand he has been wearing those artist gloves for days. “ You’re Mother would be worried, worried that you just lay here and look at the ceiling hahaha.”

Shigaraki smiles “I know she would be she was always worried when I was younger.”

“Well looks like you take after her since you always worry about me.” you both smile.

“Nah she is wayyyyy prettier than I am… She was good.”

“I’m sure she was… Do you regret all of this?”

“… Yea”

“Do you regret being with me?”

“No the only thing I regret is that I Tought you so well that your beating my ass in racer games.”

“haha”

“I’m gonna kick you’re ass later for this.”

You two look at each other

“You know? I love you.”

“Love you too crusty dusty.”

Request:  “ Hey I’m a really new follower but I like your writing a lot♥️ anywho- since requests are open- I just went through a messy breakup litteraly 3 hours ago and I just want comfort lmao idrc which character (idk who to choose I’m sorry) but shigaraki is probably my fav MHA character if that helps”

Pairing:Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Summary:After ending your long term relationship you return back to headquarters feeling terrible. You probably look worse. All you want to do os avoid everyone and hide away but Shigaraki sees you and offers a comforting Shoulder to cry on.

Warnings:None, Fluff fic. Soft!Shigaraki

A/N: I hope this Fic came out the way you wanted it to and that you’re feeling better.

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Why?

That was the only thought turning in your head the whole way back to Base.

Why did it end?

Why did it go Wrong?

Why did it have to hurt?

Nausea crawled up your throat and made you dizzy. Head spinning you reached forward to open the door. Inside the base, it was empty. Not a single soul was milling around. Perfect. You didn’t need Dabi’s jokes or Toga’s pity. And as appreciated as it would probably be, you didn’t want Twice’s awkward attempts to make you feel better either. You want to crawl up into a ball. You want to hide away for a week. Drown in your sorrow and mourn for the dead relationship.

You want to disappear. Possibly forever. Your heart clenches at the idea. You will not see them anymore and if you do, what kind of terrible encounter would it lead to?

The sound of creaking hinges draws your attention and you pause. You’re standing before your door, ready to open it and bury yourself in blankets and tissues. Your eyes are still red from crying. You sniffle.

“Y/N?”

His rough voice echoes down the hall. A fool. You feel like a damned fool. As a new recruit, the last thing you want is Shigaraki to see you in such a sorry state but his words send a shiver through you. All he uttered was your name, but it rolled off his tongue delicately.

Your heart squeezes as you turn around. Shigaraki stands at the end of the hallway. His gaze seemed to study you from head to toe. His eyes wandering over your arms and legs as if he’s looking for something. As if inspecting for some kind of clue as to why you are crying. He’s dressed in a surprisingly casual manner. Jeans and an old T-shirt, no hands in sight. His pale blue hair hangs loose around his face, strands of hair fall across his eyes. His hair looks soft, you want to wrap your fingers around it and find out just how soft.

“What happened?” he asks. His normally cool manner is disturbed. His eyes narrow and fists clench at his sides. The bite in his voice surprises you.

You don’t know if you should tell him. The situation feels private and he’s your boss. Your personal affairs shouldn’t concern him. Does he even care or is he simply being polite?

But you have no one to talk to. The pain swelling in your chest needed some form of release and so you couldn’t help but want to let the dam burst. Tell him your sorrows and woes. A small part of your mind urged you to do it, urged you to trust him. So, you do.

You tell him everything. You let out all your worries and regrets. You tell him about your failed relationship. The highs. The Lows. Eventually you tell him why you broke up. You tell him the details that you originally weren’t supposed to. You even tell him how insecure you feel about it. Your sudden doubt about whether or not the relationship should’ve ended has been clawing at you since you saw them turn tail and leave.

Shigaraki listens in quiet contemplation. He moves to lean on the wall but his eyes do not stray from your figure. In this hallway you feel like an idiot. Snot and Tears running down your face You’re currently dumping all your baggage on the man you’ve known for, what? Three weeks?

But the ball’s rolling and everything is spilling out in a mess. A jumbled mass of words broken up by your occasional hiccups and wailings. A small part of you tells you to stop, to remember that this is your boss and he doesn’t give a shit. The larger part, the one that needs to vent, doesn’t give a shit either so you don’t stop. Your frustration pour out like a raging river until it eventually trickles to a stream.

When you’re done, there is nothing but silence. It stretches out between the two of you. The awkwardness of the situation finally hitting you. He feels miles away and now you feel silly. Shame burns on your cheeks as you realize what you’ve done.

“Are you done now?” Shigraki asks.

You nod. He doesn’t hesitate before righting himself and striding towards you. You Panic but don’t move, you have no idea what he’s thinking but the idea of being kicked out of the league scares you. The invasive thought slams into you and you wish you could eat your words and act as if nothing happened. Your eyes remain attached to his. He moves closer and you attempt to stutter out an apology but the words get stuck in your throat. You feel stupid. Ashamed even.

However, Shigaraki does something unexpected. His right arm grips onto your wrist and he tugs you towards him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he’s engulfed you. His soft warmth envelops you and your tears surge forward again. You sniffle against him and try to push away.

“Your shirt-”, you attempt to warm him. Shigaraki only laughs before dragging you back into the safety of his arms. You place your head on his chest as he rests his chin on your head. Your sobs subside as he gently strokes your hair. His fingers comb through it, every once in a while he twirls a lock of your hair through his fingers. Despite the oddity of the situation you close your eyes. You want to savour this moment of comfort.

“Don’t worry about my shirt.”, his voice is surprisingly smooth. Like honey.

You don’t want to move and he doesn’t push you away. It appears that he will not move until you do. You breathe in his warm scent, as you begin to take slow calming breaths. Surprisingly he smells strongly of deodorant but it isn’t unpleasant. You revel in the warmth, feeling safe. Eventually you pull away slightly and he reluctantly lets you move away. Both Hands remain on your waist, keeping you close to him. His chest only a breath away and you’re tempted to dive back into the warmth all over again.

His warm eyes stare into your soul. The red accompanied by shades of bronze and gold. His eyes are glinting like precious jewels.

“Thank You”, you say.

He smiles and raises his gloved fingers to push your hair to the side. His hand does not move away though, instead he allows it to rest on your cheek.

“Whatever happens, I am here for you” he says, “It may not feel better today or tomorrow, but you are strong enough to recover from this. You’re part of the League for a reason.”

He pats your head before finally letting you go. He turns around to walk back down the hall. You want to call out to him. Tell him to stay and hug you again. You want to latch onto him and possibly spend the night together drowning in one another. He didn’t laugh or make fun of you. He listened intently and then hugged you. It was so unexpected of someone considered so vile.

Before turning the corner he shouts back, “We’ll have a movie night today. Come out of your room later.”

You can only nod silently as he disappears as if he can see you. His heat is already being missed.

You think you will join them for that movie later.