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you let him crash for a week. it's been three months and you're starting to miss him when he's not on the couch.
ur so funny pls๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ plsplsplspls more shiggy and tamaki BLESS UP
you work the graveyard shift at a 24/7 convenience store. unfortunately, so does he.
โจ you beat him in a match. he found your number. unfortunately for you, heโs chatty.
๐ค synopsis: itโs tomuraโs birthday! so what better way than to celebrate it with him?
๐ค trigger warnings: fluff!
๐ค pairing: shigaraki tomura x gender neutral! reader
The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you checked the time once more: 11:47 PM, April 3rd. In just thirteen minutes, it would officially be Shigaraki Tomura's birthday. You smiled to yourself, knowing he probably didn't expect anyone to rememberโleast of all you, considering how your relationship had begun.
Your mind drifted back to your first encounter with the League of Villains' leader. It wasn't exactly a meet-cute; more like a collision of worlds that neither of you had anticipated. Yet somehow, against all odds, a connection had formed between youโtentative at first, then undeniable as time went on.
Shigaraki was asleep in the next room. You had convinced him to let you stay over tonight with some flimsy excuse about apartment renovations, hiding your true intentions. The cake was hidden in the back of his refrigerator, a small vanilla affair with minimal decorationโanything too elaborate would have aroused his suspicion. The gift, wrapped in simple black paper, was tucked away in your overnight bag.
The minutes ticked by. 11:55 PM.
You slipped out of the guest room and padded quietly to the kitchen. The hideout was silent except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. You removed the cake from its hiding spot and placed a single candle in the center. No need for twenty-something candles; Shigaraki wouldn't appreciate the fire hazard anyway.
11:59 PM.
Heart pounding, you lit the candle and carefully made your way to his bedroom door. You balanced the cake in one hand and knocked softly with the other.
"What?" His voice came through the door, alert despite the hour. Of course he wasn't asleep. When did Shigaraki ever sleep properly?
"Can I come in?" you called softly.
A pause, then: "Fine."
You pushed open the door with your foot to find him sitting up in bed, the harsh light of a gaming console illuminating his face. His pale blue hair was messier than usual, falling haphazardly around his face. His red eyes widened slightly at the sight of you holding the cake.
"Happy birthday," you said, smiling as the digital clock on his nightstand clicked over to 12:00 AM.
He stared at you, then at the cake, his expression unreadable. "How did you know?"
You entered the room fully, setting the cake down on his desk. "I have my sources," you replied with a mysterious smile. In truth, you had overheard Kurogiri mentioning it to Dabi weeks ago and had been planning this moment ever since.
"You didn't have to do this," he muttered, but you noticed he didn't take his eyes off the cake.
"I wanted to." You sat on the edge of his bed. "Make a wish?"
Shigaraki scoffed, but he set aside his console and moved to the desk. "Wishes are for children."
"Humor me?"
He gave you a look that might have been intimidating to anyone else, but you'd grown accustomed to his attempts to appear disinterested. With an exaggerated sigh, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one quick breath.
"What did you wish for?" you asked.
"If I tell you, it won't come true," he replied sarcastically, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Isn't that how the superstition goes?"
You laughed and retrieved your gift from your bag. "Here. It's not much, but..."
Shigaraki took the package with surprising gentleness. His fingers worked carefully at the wrapping paper, methodically removing it without tearing itโso different from his usual destructive tendencies. Inside was a custom controller for his favorite gaming system, matte black with hand-painted details that matched his aesthetic.
"I noticed your current one was getting worn out," you explained when he didn't immediately respond. "And I added some modifications that should improve the response time for those games you like."
He turned the controller over in his hands, examining it from every angle. "You made this?"
You nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. "Do you like it?"
Instead of answering, he set the controller down carefully and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Why do you do this?"
"Do what?"
"Care." The word seemed to cost him something to say. "About me. About my birthday. About any of this."
You moved closer to him, brave in the quiet darkness of the early morning. "Because you matter to me, Tomura. Because everyone deserves to be remembered on their birthday."
"Even villains?" There was a challenge in his voice, but also vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to hear.
"Especially you." You reached for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. "The world might see Shigaraki Tomura, leader of the League of Villains. But I see you."
Something shifted in his expression then, the hardness momentarily giving way to something softer, more human. He squeezed your hand gently.
"Thank you," he said, the words coming out slightly stiff, as if he wasn't used to saying themโwhich he probably wasn't.
You smiled and reached for the cake. "Now, do you want to eat this, or should I have gone with the ice cream option instead?"
He gave you one of his rare, genuine half-smiles. "Cake is fine. But only because you went to the trouble."
As you cut slices for both of you, you caught him looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite decipherโsomething between wonder and confusion, as if he couldn't quite believe you were really there, celebrating his birthday with him at midnight.
"What?" you asked, handing him a slice.
"Nothing," he said, taking the cake. Then, more quietly: "Just... no one's done this for me in a long time."
Your heart ached at the implication. How many birthdays had he spent alone? How many years had passed without anyone marking the occasion?
"Well," you said, keeping your tone light despite the emotion welling in your chest, "get used to it. I plan on celebrating many more birthdays with you."
His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he nodded once, a barely perceptible movement.
"I might not hate that," he admitted, which from Shigaraki was practically a declaration of affection.
You ate cake together in comfortable silence, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the world continued to turn, heroes and villains alike sleeping through the first hours of April 4th, unaware of this quiet moment between you and the man society had deemed irredeemable.
But you knew better. Here, in this space you'd created together, he wasn't the villain from the news reports. He was just Tomura, eating birthday cake at midnight, occasionally glancing at you as if to reassure himself you were still there.
Later, as dawn approached and you both grew tired, you found yourself curled against his side, his arm tentatively around your shoulders as you watched him play with his new controller.
"Best birthday?" you asked sleepily.
He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. Then, so softly you almost missed it:
"Yes."
And as you drifted off to sleep beside him, you knew that whatever tomorrow heldโwhatever plans the League had, whatever conflicts awaitedโyou had given Shigaraki Tomura this one perfect moment. A birthday to remember.
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first meeting? he barely acknowledges you. he's got bigger things to worry about than some new recruit. you're just another pawn to him.
he watches you carefully during your first mission together. not because heย cares, but because he needs to know if you're competent enough to be useful. if you screw up, expect a harsh comment.
your quirk fascinates him, but not in a good way at first. he sees it as a variable he needs to understand and control. he might ask you a million questions.
if your quirk is touch-based, he'sย extremelyย wary. he'll keep his distance and probably wear gloves even when he's not using his own quirk.ย
he forgets your name for weeks. you're just "the [quirk name] user" to him.
he tests you, pushing your buttons, and trying to figure out what makes you tick. he needs to know everything about his teammates, obviously.
you're probably the only one who doesn't flinch when he gets angry. he notices.
the first time he actually listens to you โ really listens, not juststrategizing โ he's caught off guard.ย
he starts finding excuses to be around you. "i need to observe your quirk usage" turns into "i'm sitting in the same room as you while you do absolutely nothing."
he gets unreasonably irritated when other league members talk to you for too long. he would never admit he's jealous.
he starts mimicking your mannerisms, subconsciously.ย
he starts cleaning up his hands some more. not because he wants to touch you, no, no, no. it's because he wants to seem presentable for all for one.
small acts of "kindness," like making sure you're included in mission briefings or "allowing" you to choose your assignments. he's still the boss, after all.
he notices the little things about you: the way you furrow your brow when you're concentrating, the way you fidget when you're nervous, your favorite snack.
he'll deny it to his grave, but he starts taking your opinions into consideration.
he starts scratching his neck a LOT more when you are around for some reason.
if someone hurts you, he is more enraged than he is normaly.
he is more likely to listen to you.
he can't help but stare at you.
he accidentally calls you by a pet name when he's frustrated, and he gets even MORE frustrated after he realizes what he did.
he starts losing sleep, which is never a good sign for his mental state. he doesn't know why, it must be because you are bothering him or something.
the "confession" is less of a romantic declaration and more of a mumbled agreement. "i guess you're... not entirely useless."
physical touch is a HUGE hurdle. it starts with accidental brushes, then maybe a hesitant shoulder bump. he doesn't trust himself (or his quirk) to get any closer.ย
lots of late-night talks about villains, society, and their shared hatred. it's his way of connecting.
he still doesn't say your name often. pet names become his go-to.
he is very protective and possessive of you.
dates? forget fancy restaurants or romantic walks. you're more likely to find yourselves planning world domination over cheap ramen.
he actually listens and remembers things you say and like; if it's useful for a mission, of course.
he can get jealous and possessive, and he isn't afraid to show it.
he occasionally wants to hold your hand but doesn't know how to approach it without disintegrating you.
he gets genuinely upset if you get hurt.
he hates seeing you sad or stressed.
he's still a mess, butย yourย mess. And secretly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
sleepovers are uncommon since his skin can be harmful, but there are nights when he is okay with it.
he's not a cuddler, but he secretly likes it when you snuggle him.
he always wants to be around you.
he would go with you everywhere.
he's willing to doย anythingย for you once he's in love.
when he actually calls you his partner, you know its serious.
sometimes when he's asleep, he has nightmares of you leaving him/ dying, so he hugs you closer in his sleep.
he would take you out on a picnic if you asked, even though he would hate it.
he will often ask you if you are doing alright or if you needed anything.
he would kill for you.
you are, without a doubt, his player 2.
he would never admit it, but you are his weakness.
it makes him very happy when you hug him.
he likes hearing you call him by his name.
he will do anything for you; wether itโsย killingย dealing with someone, or if itโs getting you anything you desire
heย lovesย tolerates you a lot
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The MHA Boys asking for homework answers! (Pt.1)
What the fuck!?
Just you and your boi shiggy.
There you are, asking the LOV for their dirty laundry because you're so kind enough to do it for them. Dabi of course had to be an asshole, having the most clothes and throwing his dirty boxers right at your fucking face and Compress being a sweetheart and reassuring you he could do it himself.
When you went to your last stop; Tomura you kinda hesitated before stepping in.
"Hey, shiggy you got any laun- What the fuck!?"
"Hm? Oh hey, Y/N all my laundry is in that corner or on the floor, tried to make it easy for you."
Then he goes right back to his game, ignoring the stack of 45% of all the LOV's dishes sitting on his desk. The mountains of energy drink cans on his desk. And you know of course the millions of decayed controllers, dirty clothes, and stained sheets on the floor.
"How do you live like this"
"You just get used to it"
"That's-... That's terrible..."
You pick up all of the dirty clothes around his room and notice all the crushed cans and how his bed is just torn apart. Maybe he's stressed, I mean I would be stressed if I had to buy bulk of everything. I mean just imagine having a thumb war with someone and then they just disintegrate-... Nevermind.
You tap on his shoulder and he pauses his game.
"I hate seeing you live like this, it's dirty and you deserve better"
"No, I don't"
You gave him the deepest and darkest glare that you could even muster up.
"You mad at me because I'm right?
"Tomura..."
"Sorry, why are you doing laundry anyway?" He shifted his eyes back to his paused screen.
"Because I had a shitty day and I need something to distract me."
"So you're doing laundry?"
"Shut u-"
KNOCK KNOCK
Tomura turned his head to his window and looked at you as you approached the window. He watched you with great precision, close enough to see the frown on your face reveal itself extremely quickly as you opened the window.
"Ugh it's you, give me my damn package"
"Ohhh come on don't be like that y/nnniee"
If your face didn't get his attention that sure did. He leaned in closer and listened some more. The only reason this prick isn't dusted is because you just had a talk with him about controlling his 'destructive urges'
"I'm not into you and neither is my boyfriend"
"I don't see him" He gave you that same sicking wink.
You almost rubbed your eyes out of confusion when you blinked and he was gone, turns out your boyfriend pulled him through the window by his hair.
"Now you see him, and now you don't"
And just like that, Poof! Gone, now you have blood and dust on his already dirty floors. But instead of getting angry you just looked at him with a thankful and approving smile.
"Thanks babe, now let's clean this room up and then you can play your game"
"Ughhhhh..."
"Cuddles!"
"Big spoon?"
"Yup"
He immediately slips on his gloves and wraps him arms around your waist
"Let's clean this room up."
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๐/๐ง: I made this because my other fic is taking too long to write. So mb about disappearing.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PERV SHIGGY FICS IโM ON THE FLOOR BEGGING i just saw ur post asking if you should write abt it and you SHOULD!!!!! ๐๐ป๐
this is so poorly written im sorry :(( i wanted to post this before i completely forgot about it or lost my ideas so i might edit this later
warnings: ooc, afab & gn reader, nsfw (whos surprised)
tomura has absolutely zero sense of personal space and needs to be within 20 feet of you at all times. he has no shame, constantly touching youโhugging you from behind, hand slipping its way into your underwear, rubbing your clit as he inhales into your neck deeply. he has an almost disturbing obsession with how you smell, jerking off in the shower because he had to use your shampoo after forgetting his or pressing his face into your panties and taking slow, heavy inhales right before eating you out.
hes the kind of guy who sends you pictures and videos right after he finishes, cum dripping from his fingers, smeared into the fabric of the panties he stole from your laundry. theres nothing shy about the clips he sends eitherโhim moaning, jerking off with your prettiest underwear wrapped around his dick, completely lost in how much he craves you. i dont think hed be the type to be overly creepy or disrespect your boundaries because he respects and loves you a ton, but hed totally still glance down your top or up your skirt and pinch your butt when he thinks no ones looking, unable to resist absolutely ogling at you. occasionally, he would have you sitting you beside him in public, fingers casually rubbing your clit through your panties until youre soaked, getting off on the fact that you have to hold it together while hes the only one who knows what hes doing to you.
im gonna rip my hair out
tomura shigaraki is a PANTY SNIFFER!!!
not a fic (for now) but i just know he inhales into your panties when hes about to eat you out #pervertalert should i write about this
update i wrote about it lol
stupid loser tomura
warnings: gn reader, stinky gamer tomura, nsfw(??) but no smut,, just tomura jerking off like a weirdo, big red virgin alert (unsurprising)
tomuras the kind of guy who thinks staring counts as flirting. hes totally into you, but hed never actually come out and say it. instead, he just follows you with those intense red eyes, sneaking looks whenever he can. in his mind, those stares should make it obvious how much he wants you, but the more you dont pick up on it, the more irritated he gets. its like hes itching to touch you, to have you straddle him while hes practically trembling under you. but hes not by any means, shyโjust awkward because hes never been close to anyone like that. so all he can do is pour his frustration into those lingering stares and him fisting his dick late at night, groaning your name just loud enough for you to hear in the neighboring room, hoping youll catch on and make the first move. until then, get used to his frustrated glaring, because thats the only way he knows to show hes into you.
send me requests plsplsplsplspls
warnings: nsfw, shigaraki being a loser idk
tomura who comes over to you looking irritated as he practically jumps on you with all his body weight slowly rutting into your leg. you can feel his breath on your neck as he kisses and nips at the skin on your collarbones whimpering and groaning, muscles tensing as he cums in his pants with you scratching his head and rubbing small circles into his shoulders
terribly inspired by d1s1ntegrated