• Days went by, and you grew weaker by the hour. You hold on tightly to one another, which was the only heat present. Bystanders ignore the two children wandering the streets, no one stopped to help the two of you. Everyone simply assumed a hero would step in and take care of it.
• Then one day, All For One stepped in. When no one else, not even the heroes, bothered to look twice, All For One did.
• Tenko shielded you when the man offered a hand, holding you tightly out of fear. The man only chuckled, offering you both bread with a dry remark 'Don't worry, it's not poisoned.' Though reluctant, as you were starving, you both gave in.
• As you ate, he spoke of his deep resentment for heroes, pointing out how they had abandoned you both. Something clicked in Tenko. The boy who once adored heroes suddenly turned to pure hatred, vowing to destroy the very society that failed him and you slowly followed him down that dark path.
• AFO took you both in, providing food and shelter while ruthlessly grooming you two into his future villain pawns. He renamed Tenko to Tomura Shigaraki. In those early years, Tomura was still expressive, often running to you. On nights when AFO's training was brutal, he would cling to you and cry on your shoulder, begging you to never leave him. You were his safe haven.
• AFO constantly manipulated Shigaraki, feeding him the lie that his crimes were the only way to shield you from harm. He gaslit the boy into believing that every atrocity he would be committing was done out of love, all for your own good.
• He would even defy AFO himself if your training crossed a line and hurt you. No matter how much he feared his master, protecting you was the one boundary he refused to let anyone break.
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his teen years
• Months turned into years, and Tomura grew into a cold, ruthless teenager. He committed crimes without hesitation and no longer resembled the boy he used to be. Yet, behind closed doors, he still cared for you deeply. He will always give you low-risk roles in missions, not because he doesn't trust your strength but because he cannot risk putting you in a dangerous situation, you mean too much to him...though he'd rather be buried alive than admit that out loud lol.
• You have become strong yourself as well. Though your quirk was considered too 'weak' to survive in the villain underworld, you found your own ways to adapt. You buried yourself in the study of poisons and experimental chemistry. Soon, you could craft lethal toxins, knockout agents, and mutagenic serums that turn living creatures, from humans to even frogs and lizards into gigantic, loyal monsters that fought on your command.
• You also knew your barrier quirk couldn't stop pure physical force. To survive powerhouse fighters like Deku, you trained relentlessly in close-quarters combat, turning your body and weapons into lethal, highly disciplined tools of fight.
• In the meantime, Tomura discovered arcades and becomes obsessed with playing games there, always dragging you along. On days when you were feeling down, he would secretly let you win and pretends to be annoyed about it...as he secretly watches you from the corner of his eyes, with the smallest smile on his face and his eyes softening as you light up.
• Later, when he finally got his own hideout, the very first thing he installed was an arcade machine. He also made sure your room was right next to his but keeping his reasons strictly to himself, though the unspoken message was crystal clear.
• By your teenage years, a quiet tension began to surface. You shared your very first kiss while playing games in his room. While getting up to grab some water, you tripped over your pajamas and accidentally landed your lips right on his. His eyes widened in absolute shock.
• The air turned thick with awkwardness but you slowly made your way out of his room, you swore you saw his ears turn bright red. When you didn't return, he eventually came looking for you. Soon, you were back to playing games as if nothing had happened but just with two hearts secretly hiding butterflies and that giddy feeling happening inside them.
• Every now and then, he'd actually clean his room when he knows you"ll come. Even made a comfortable space for you with a soft cushion and extra pillows. Inside, he was hopelessly touch-starved, craving your touch. He never said it, but he was really grateful for the way you took care of his dry itchy skin by applying lotion with a tenderness he didn't know he deserved.
• Tomura had never confessed, but the day he almost lost you on a mission, the sheer terror of almost losing you shattered his composure. It all exploded out of him at once. 'It's because I care about you, idiot!' he yelled, gripping you tightly. ' You're the only one I give a damn about! You don't get to leave me this soon, so cut the bullshit about leaving you behind to save myself!'
• After that day, Tomura started embracing physical touch much more openly. In private, he held you every chance he got. Your touch grounded him like nothing else. He melts whenever you gently scratched the back of his neck or ran your fingers through his hair.
• You were the only person he could touch without fear, and the only one he ever let himself be truly vulnerable around. He loved wrapping his arms around you, cuddling even while playing his games. He would trace the faint lines on your palm, admiring every detail of your face and body. Whenever he looked into your eyes, the constant noise in his mind finally quieted down into complete peace.
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his adult years
• By the time he reached adulthood, the League became more established, growing stronger and more organized with every new recruit. Tomura was more ambitious than ever, fully committed to tearing down the hero society.
• Yet behind closed doors, away from his grand plans and ruthless persona, he was still that same touch-starved boy inside. His love for you ran deeper than ever, even if he still struggled to put those overwhelming feelings into words.
• The League members quickly learned to not mess with you unless they wanted to face their boss's wrath. Toga, on the other hand, thinks the two of you are THE CUTEST.
• But beyond those brief glimpses, you both kept your relationship strictly private. It was the safest and healthiest choice for both of you.
• Tomura was very aware that you were his biggest weakness, so he took extreme measures to keep you hidden. He made sure your face was always fully covered and completely undetectable in public, making you an absolute enigma to both the media and the public.
• Even so, whenever the League launched a surprise attack on heroes and footage of you aired on the news, he would grow visibly uneasy. Unable to shake his anxiety, scratching his neck more.
• Whenever things became overwhelming, he would collapse against you and bury his face in your neck. In those quiet moments, your breathing rhythm brought him a sense of stillness. It was a rare escape from all the noise inside his head.
• He was also always there for you when you needed him most. Though he wasn't always great with words, Tomura was a surprisingly good listener. He absorbed every word you spoke, offering a steady shoulder to cry on whenever you needed a safe place to land.
• Even so, Tomura is deeply scarred, plagued by sharp insecurities and intense jealousy. There are times when he crashes out, lashes out, and even tries to push you away. But he always comes back. Consumed by the terrifying thought of losing you, he inevitably breaks down, apologizing over and over as he collapses back into your arms.
• With your patience, he gradually learns to handle those dark episodes, controlling them better. Despite his jagged edges and heavy flaws, his devotion to you is absolute. He will choose you every single day, with unwavering loyalty towards you and loving you with a deep, real affection that will last a lifetime.
I know it has probably been done before but Shiggy, Dabi, and Aizawa (separate) with a clingy s/o that just wants to use them as a bed and sleep in their arms. Whats that??? They have work to do??? Nuh uh its nap time, get comfy. >:D
Hello! It's done, I hope you like it!
Nap time with him.
Featuring : Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi (Touya Todoroki) and Shouta Aizawa.
Tomura Shigaraki
“What are you doing?” Tomura asked you, looking at your hands wrap themselves around his sides, the warmth of your hands making him shiver slightly.
“Planning a nap.” You murmured against his ear, nuzzling your face on the crock of his neck, holding him tighter against you.
“A nap?” He questioned, giving himself in at the warmth of your body, turning slightly to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Tomura pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Now?”
“Yeah,” You replied, standing on your feet to pull Tomura away from his gaming chair into the bed, “just a little nap? With me?” you asked, finally making Tomura stand from his place on his gaming chair.
“You just want to mess with me, don’t you?” Tomura said, but he pulled you towards the bed, gently placing you on the right side of the bed, lying down at your side, “Fine, let’s get you some sleep.”
You couldn’t help but smile, pressing a kiss to Tomura’s lips, nuzzling your face on the crock of his neck, letting a yawn leave your lips. You for sure were tired. Of what? Tomura wasn’t sure. But he loved having you like this.
Dabi
You pulled Dabi’s hand to your hips, trying to pull him close to you. He felt a smirk growing on his lips, pulling you close to his body. “Want some attention, doll?” Dabi questioned, pressing a kiss to your lips. You whined softly, holding into his jacket.
“Just a nap.” You said, and he laughed at you, pressing you closer to his body.
“A nap? But you’ve just woken up from sleeping like, twelve hours straight. Why not try the other kind of sleep?” Dabi asked, pressing kisses to your face while you melted under his gaze.
“Noooo, I want to sleep, please?” You said, placing your hands on Dabi’s hips, pulling him back to the bed.
“Well, well, if you want it.” Dabi said, pulling you on top of him once he laid down on the bed.
Shouta Aizawa
“Shouta,” you called from the bed, patting the side that was getting cold without the man that you called. You opened your eyes heavily, yawning in the process. “Shouta?” You called again, getting up from the bed and pulling around yourself a blanket to stay warm, walking towards Shouta’s office.
“Here.” Shouta’s voice came from his office, just as you thought, and your feet took you there.
Shouta was sitting on his chair, a few papers sprawled over the wooden table as the pencil moved through them.
“Come back to bed” You said, staying behind his chair and placing both your hands on the back of it. “It’s cold.”
Shouta hummed from his place on the chair, turning around his head to look at you. “Not now, babe, I’m grading some papers.” He continued, looking at you.
“Come on Sho, I want a nap.” You said, leaning your upper body on the chair, placing a kiss on the top of Shouta’s hair.
“Not now, sweet.” Shouta continued, but he moved the papers away from him, placing them as a stack. “Maybe later.”
You groaned, gently pulling Shouta’s hair to catch his attention. He looked at you with a brow frown, but eventually gave in, circling his hands around your waist under the blanket, pulling you into a kiss. “Okay. You win, I can’t say no to you.”
You smiled against Shouta’s lips, letting him lift you easily from the ground to take you to your shared bedroom, giggling.
Lowkey just painted my nails like…tip color…tomura dih on the brain…🤤
Tags: gn!reader, literally just doing each others nails
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When you first approach Tomura about painting his nails, he’d probably be all like “Wtf? No.” NOT because he thinks that boys can’t paint their nails or whatever, but because he’s just generally resistant to anything mundane or ‘domestic’ that people suggest. But, y’know, you just get him to do it anyways.
He’d probably pick black, at least the first time, just because it’s a more inconspicuous color. And Tomura would absolutely be rolling his eyes at the setup of it all- cutting and filing his nails, soaking and pushing back his cuticles, base coat and top coat, the uv light if it’s gel polish. He doesn’t see why any of this is really necessary just to do something as basic as paint your nails.
When you actually start, he’d use his free hand to be on his phone the whole time, but he’s absolutely paying most of his attention to what you’re doing. He’d keep his fingers all spread out to make sure you only hold one at a time as you prep and paint his nails (and totally not be savoring the feeling of your skin on his). And of course he’d be complaining like “Not too short.” And “Don’t mess it up.” But then be like “You’re taking way too long.” When you slow down to not make a mess.
But really, Tomura kinda enjoys it. Your hands on his, the concentration on your face, and the way the color looks on his nails. When you’re done with both his hands, he’d look at them closely, not giving away anything on his face…but he definitely doesn’t hate them. The only way you know he actually likes them is when he goes “Hm…Not bad, I guess.”
But then it’s your turn. Of course you’d wanna paint your own nails, so you ask him to keep you company. But you’re surprised when he grabs the supplies and offers to do it for you. He’d just be like “…So I can learn, obviously.” but there’s a little gleam in his eyes like he wants to do it just because it made him feel good. And obviously, you won’t turn down and offer like that.
Honestly, I feel like Tomura would have very steady hands when he wants to. Like, isn’t he canonically ‘good with his fingers’? I’d like to think that he can focus and stop any little shakes or twitches in his hands just because he’s used to controlling them.
And he remembered every step of the process from when you did his nails, so he gets to work on yours easily. I feel like Tomura wouldn’t be gentle, necessarily, but careful. Precise. Like, he’s not blinking the whole time, going nice and slow, barely getting any paint on the skin around your nails. Honestly, it’s impressive.
And when he’s done, Tomura would hold your hands carefully and scrutinize his work, only letting go with a nod once he’s 100% satisfied. And when you try to compliment him or thank him or be all gushy and cute, he’d just roll his eyes and tell you off like “It’s not a big deal. You’re acting like I just bought you a car or something.” Or like “Don’t start that sappy shit, or I’m never doing this again.”
But you make it up to him by lotioning his hands and rubbing oil gently into his cuticles, and Tomura fully relaxes at your touch before doing the same for you once again. And like an hour later, he’d still be glancing at his nails before asking, “So…how often do we do this?”
Tags: gn!reader but inspired by those stupid ass hetslop imagines, mention of sex/sexual scenarios
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Here to complain about tiktok trends AGAIN…BUT THIS TIME ITS WORSE BECAUSE I JUST SAW A REAL LIFE EXAMPLE
Yk those ones where the reader has an attitude and the guy is all like “heh…we’ll see how you feel after I put you over my knee later 😈” or like “we both know who’s the MAN here, stupid bitch.” (Might be exaggerated)
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WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUD
So this is Tomura responding to you being a brat cuz he would NOT pull some corny shit like that.
First of all…the real brat in this relationship is TOMURA, let’s not get it twisted. But maybe you also have an attitude, or you just have a moment of weakness.
For one, he would not be like…vaguely abusive about it? I’ve seen posts about Tomura specifically where they hc he’d say the shit up top, or something like “keep it up, I’ll beat the shit out of you later.” …or at least that’s how it sounds to me. But like…no???
I mean, we literally SEE other members of the league talking back to him, annoying him, having an attitude, whatever you wanna call it. And what does bro do? Like…ignore them, pretty much. Or if it’s valid, he’ll just talk to them about it. So why would it be different for you?
Like, if you’re just being a brat and making a big deal over nothing, he’d probably just walk away. If it’s over text, he’d just silence his notifications or full on block you for a bit until you shut up. If it’s in person, he’d probably just be like “…Why are you acting like this?” Or like “What’s up with you right now?” Before walking away when you keep going.
Or maybe you’re giving HIM the silent treatment, or just like huffing and pouting and obviously being upset where he can see you. Tomura would probably just stare at you, like totally unimpressed, before asking the same questions as above. And when you continue to ignore him, he’d just be like, “Fine. Come find me when you’re not being stupid.” Or something like that, and again…just walk away and ignore you.
I could definitely see him saying/doing something cornier if it’s in the context of sex. Like, when he can TELL you want him to ‘put you in your place’, or whatever, he’d definitely indulge in that. But even then, he’d just be like “That’s what this is about? Just fucking ask.” Or like “I hate it when you do this shit just for attention.” And like “Fine, come on. But I better not hear any complaining.”
But seriously, like…threatening you, even when it’s with something sexual? Using some weird imaginary authority/superiority over you? …Probably not. Because unlike that fucking guy I saw in the post that inspired this, HE ACTUALLY RESPECTS YOU AND DOESN’T TREAT YOU LIKE A CHILD.
Anyways, that’s my THIRD tedtalk on stuff like this 😼
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I stg, so many of these trends like this is just infantilization fantasies or people who don’t realize they have some weird ass kink for wanting to be treated and disciplined like a child and it’s so gross💀. Like PLEASE keep ur bdsm roles inside ur sex life
Well, that wasn't true. You didn't have a good reason to be standing in front of the door of Tomura's fancy new office at the PLF headquarters. You had reasons, but they made you feel stupid.
You frowned as you looked at Tomura through the glass wall. He looked busy, doing whatever he does on the computer. Probably something important—too important to be interrupted. You shouldn't have come here.
Turning on your heel, you walked down the hallway, freezing as he called your name, muffled through the glass. "I thought you were coming in?"
Fuck, he must have seen you. You should've been faster. Defeated, you spun around, opening the door to stick your head in. "What's up?"
He cocked his head, removing Father from his face. "Were you not coming to see me?"
Fuck, he looked really cute like that—hair gently tousled, his tie loose around his neck. He'd been wearing more suits lately, and it'd be a lie to say you weren't at least a little feral about how good he looked in them.
"I was," you admitted. "I was just bored, and I missed you and wanted attention. But you look busy, and I don't want to bother you," you trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
He blinked, looking more confused than before. "Huh? Why'd you think you'd be bothering me? Is that why you're not coming in? Come here," he pat his thigh.
You should've known better than to think he wouldn't read you like a book. He was too observant. Or maybe you were just easy to read. You sighed, stepping into the office and shutting the door behind you.
Despite his obvious desire for for you to sit on his lap, you leaned on the desk instead. "Are you sure I should be sitting on you?" You asked, trying—and failing—to ignore his pout. "You just got your cast taken off, I don't want to strain yourself."
"I'm fine," he grumbled, before tugging on your hands. Sometimes you were jealous of Tomura—He didn't have the self-doubt or internal shame you had about asking for things. Maybe it wasn't a rational thing to be jealous of, because it definitely had come to bite him in the ass before. This time, though, it worked in his favor—rolling your eyes, you tentatively sat in his lap as his hands wrapped around your waist.
"There we go," he smirked, looking all-too pleased with himself. Ever since he gained full control over decay, he'd been more touchy than normal. If you were in reach, he always had a hand on you—your's in his as you walked, one on your thigh when you sat next to him. Not to mention how handsy he'd been when it was just the two of you. It was nice, although it made his absence feel worse.
"Why didn't you come in? Tell me," he asked, squeezing your sides.
You should've known better than to think Tomura would drop the subject. He was particularly stubborn about some things. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself. "Again, I thought you were busy."
He cocked his head. "I wouldn't have minded."
You hummed in disapproval. "Easy for you to say. Remember when you snapped at me for bothering you at the bar?"
"Oh," he frowned, looking equally embarrassed and mad at himself.
"Yeah," you reached down to playfully poke him in the chest. "And I want an apology."
"Sorry," he said immediately, "I was an idiot back then."
"It's okay," you laughed, "You're smarter now." You leaned in to kiss him, happy that you decided to come here after all—even if it was to just get a little bit of attention.
I feel like Tomura would actually really enjoy kissing…once he gets used to it.
Like, for y’all’s first kiss (and his first kiss ever), he’d go in fully prepared. He’s read the articles. He’s watched the tutorials. He’s studied the way your lips move when you talk and smile. He even started wearing chapstick when he remembers, just in case the moment comes naturally and he needs to be prepared. But realistically, Tomura would probably flat out ask or tell you to kiss him.
He’d close his eyes, fully expecting you to do it for him. Once you eventually do, Tomura stiffens at the gentle press of your lips on his. Because…fuck…during his research, he wasn’t expecting it to feel so good. He’s immediately blushing, his ears turning red under the curtain of his hair, his hands clenched by his sides, his lips unmoving, and his mind rapidly forgetting everything he ‘learned’.
When you pull away from the simple kiss, he stays just like that. It’s almost a little concerning, the way he almost looks like he’s seconds away from short circuiting. But after a moment, he reaches a hand up and rubs it over his heart, grimacing at the way it pounds fast and hard against his ribs. Then, opening his eyes into a glare that holds no heat whatsoever, he grumbles lowly. “…Again. I can do better.”
Once he learns, Tomura is all on that. Like, whenever y’all are alone he’s probably motioning you over and tapping his lips or just bluntly telling you to kiss him. He always makes you do it, unless he’s fully relaxed.
Like, when he has you in his room all day, just hanging out and talking, Tomura would stare at you for a loooong moment before leaning in. Doesn’t matter if he just cut you off, doesn’t matter if you weren’t expecting it. He just presses his lips right to yours, surprisingly soft and yet commanding your reciprocation.
And one thing about Tomura…he APPRECIATES the art of the makeout. He looooves it- the way your lips soften and move against his, your little breaths, the sound of it, your hands so gentle as you pull him closer or hold him, peeking his eyes open just to see you for a second…every little bit of it. It’s almost therapeutic for him, getting to bask in your presence and your affection without having to actually say a single thing. It’s so mind-numbingly simple, and honestly it’s the only time his brain quiets down. He can just focus on you, on your lips, and on the fuzzy warmth that travels through his body when you kiss him.
And he doesn’t sexualize it either. Tomura neeeeeever pushes for sex unless you want it (and he can tell when you want it, trust me). He’d be happy to keep you in his lap, or under him, or next to him, on top of him, against the wall, on the counter…anywhere, his hands just resting on your hips or waist or neck, completely relaxed and comfortable staying there. He could keep you there for hours just kissing you, and he’d be the happiest he’s ever been.
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its late and I can’t think of anything else…just wanna smooch him…
no i don’t want to read smut i want to read about my favorite characters and me in cute situations i don’t give a flying fuck about what this mfer is like in bed, i do give a fuck however about reading different scenarios where he’s taking me out to dinner or some other cute thing (aot and jjk fandoms i’m looking at you specifically)
Tags: gn!reader, mentions of like examples of fears/scary situations, starts lighthearted but gets more serious, tomura trying his best
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So…I think it’s safe to say that next to nothing in the world actually scares Tomura. Big things, little things, games, movies, bugs, ghosts, real threats. He’s pretty chill, because he either 1. Can take care of/get rid of/get through the scare very easily, or 2. Because in most cases he is the bigger threat. Honestly, he expects the same from you. I mean, you’re in the League and you’re dating him…it should take a bit to rattle you, right? Wrong.
Because now you’re hiding behind him or covering your face with your hands out of fear from the bug on the ground or a scary part on the screen. Tomura is dumbfounded the first couple times it happens. He doesn’t push you away or anything, but he’s just like, “…Really?”
When you insist that yes, really, you’re actually fucking scared, Tomura’s just like “…” in a judgmental way before taking care of it. Like, if it is a bug, he’ll kill it then roll his eyes at the way you squirm or grimace. If it’s a part of some movie or game, he’ll pause it and just be like “Do you need to leave?” Because he doesn’t know what else to do…he’s not gonna stop watching/playing just because you’re scared, y’know.
But maybe it’s something a bit worse. Maybe it’s a fear of heights, and you’re both scouting on top of a tall building. Maybe you’re afraid of the dark, and if you use a flashlight you’ll blow your cover. Maybe you’re claustrophobic, and the only way to get where you need to be is by squeezing through a tight space. These things make more sense to Tomura…at least in the way of like, yeah, that’s a common fear and could be actually a bit threatening.
He’s still surprised by your reaction though. The way you freeze up, or make yourself smaller, or grab onto him. Tomura stares at you- not in a super judgmental way, but in a ‘what the hell am I supposed to do about this?’ kinda way. He’s not used to comforting people, after all. So instead, he does what he has to do. If that means holding your hand and dragging you through, then so be it. If that means raising his voice a little just to get your attention and make you focus, fine. If that means leaving you behind entirely…well, that’s really fucking annoying, but he can’t force you to do anything, can he? He’d be grumbling no matter what, like “Seriously?” “Ugh, fine…don’t fucking let go.” Or “Hey! Fucking focus…On me, idiot, not that.” Or “Just-…Fine, just stay here. Don’t let anyone follow us.”
But, of course, things can get seriously life threatening. Maybe it’s a bad match-up, and you’re seriously struggling in a fight. Maybe someone has you pinned down with the intent to seriously hurt you. Maybe it’s something a bit more personal- something that triggers memories and makes you lock up in the middle of a confrontation. When it’s something actually serious like that, Tomura isn’t fucking around anymore.
If he can get to you, he’s there in a second, taking care of the threat for you. Tomura’s not a huge fan of saving people, but when it comes to you (or any of the League, really) he tries his best to make sure you’re not seriously hurt. If he can’t get to you, he’s sending someone else who can help you while he deals with his own situation.
But if no one can get to you while you seriously can’t help yourself? He’s finding a way, no matter what. He’ll destroy anything, anyone, to get to you. He feels ridiculous for it, maybe even weak, but he can’t stand the thought of you being in danger, crying or calling for help, getting hurt- getting killed. No, Tomura is saving you like the end of your life would mean the end of his.
And afterwards, once the dust settles and everything is clear…Tomura’s there for you again. He’s still angry- still buzzing with energy and the instinct to destroy- but he knows that’s not what you need. He’d look you over first, assessing any injuries, before letting himself get closer. If you need space, he gives it. But if you need him, he’s there. He’d let you cling, let you cry against his shoulder if you need to, let you hide from the world in him.
Again, he’s not very good at comforting people…but he tries. Tomura would maybe put a hand on your head or on your back, stroking in what he hopes is a soothing way. He’d lower his voice a bit too, making sure the others can’t hear as he murmurs in your ear. “…You okay?” “It’s clear now.” “You need a minute, or…?” “No, it’s-…Do what you have to do.” “We’ll head back when you’re ready…”
Author's note: Hey guys! I'm trying out some new layouts, what do we think? I was originally going to add Mirko to this but I found that I didn't know enough about her to put her in 😓
Warnings/notes: Insert/you are written as a lover to each character in all parts, Tokoyami has hair (this isn't a headcannon, this is actually a fact), profanities used (shit, etc.), mentions of fighting.
☁︎ Izuku has certainly grown throughout the years, but that still doesn't stop him from being the shyest guy in the room when it comes to even the suggestion of intimacy.
☁︎ Carrying you seemed to be at least step ten in his eyes, if he doesn't do it during an emergency he is so embarrassed about it, like his face is beet red.
☁︎ "W-Well, I mean if you're okay with it, I-I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything!!" A blushing, stuttering mess.
☁︎ On the other hand, in the event of an emergency he goes into action without a second thought, and once in a blue moon, you're the one who's all flustered.
In an unfortunate turn of events, you had been caught up in the middle of a tussle between the LOV and an agency of heroes, and then promptly injured when caught in the crossfire. Fortunately, you had your fair share of connections.
Midoriya was quick to arrive at the scene, and lifted you up into his arms as soon as he found an opening "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah.." You could barely focus with his arms wrapped around you like that, carrying you with such care and compassion, you felt you were about to faint, but not from the blood loss.
"Good, let's get you somewhere safe, okay?" He dropped you off at a nearby medical bay before jumping right back into the fight.
Tenya Ida —̳͟͞͞ ⚡︎
⚡︎ I know we like to imagine Ida as the guy who would drop everything in order to carry you within a moments notice, but we all know he isn't.
⚡︎ Ida is the kind of guy who is completely and utterly confused when you suggest it, especially in a public space. Because he's so rules oriented, it's hard for him to process it all.
⚡︎ "Wh- carry you? Here? Now? In front of all these people?" He's just a little embarrassed about it.
⚡︎ Although if it's just the two of you, he has no bounds to argue, even if he is a bit confused. After a small amount of pleading, he's quick to give in.
Later in the evening, you sat on your bed, with a bit of a pleading glint in your eye, although, your boyfriend (as lovely as he is) didn't seem to get what you wanted.
"Dear? Are you alright? You've been... staring at me." Ida questioned. Then your expression swiftly turned from pleading to irritated in less than a second. "Wh-What's wrong?! Did I do something? I--"
"Ohhhh!! I wish someone would carry me right now... my feet are sooo tired and I just can't bring myself to get up..." You loudly proclaimed as you pressed the back of your palm against your forehead. Finally, he got the hint.
Ida chuckled softly before walking up to you "Well, alright..." he lifted you up carefully, pressing his fingers to your sides to ensure you didn't slip. "Like this? Or perhaps with less force? But I wouldn't want you to fall..." Even if he's a worry wart, he's a cute little worry wart.
Ochaco Uraraka 𑣲⋆ᦠ
ᦠ Gunhead had taught her a lot of things, and who says one of those things wasn't how to carry her beloved?
ᦠ Of course, in a casual setting, Uraraka is a nervous wreck about the mere concept of picking you up, especially in bridal style.
ᦠ "Carry them? What am I, a maid? That's ridiculous!!" She'd feign disinterest to the girls in 1-A.
ᦠ And as time pushed on, she learned to face her fear of facing you, of course during a horrible accident where you almost died because how else is a girl supposed to get over a four year long crush?
Fire, everywhere, you don't even remember what happened, you were training and then suddenly the building just collapsed.
After a long while of waiting - minutes, maybe hours, you weren't sure as time seemed to slip away - a thin ray of light cascaded through the rubble, and you saw her. Your ray of light.
As soon as the rubble cleared, Uraraka grasped onto you, feeling your cold body as she lifted your head ever so slightly "Y/N! Are you okay? Talk to me, tell me what you see..!".
You gasped softly, your airways finally free from the crushing pressure of the fallen building, but you looked up at her and smiled "I see you, Ochaco".
And then you lived happily ever after, hooray!
Fumikage Tokoyami ☪︎𓅨࿐
𓅨 Now, I totally think he's one for big romantic gestures, but definitely not ones this... loud.
𓅨 Tokoyami is much more of a quiet lover than someone who has boisterous gestures to display their devotion to you. This is definitely an event you'd have to initiate yourself.
𓅨 "Carry you? But, you're unharmed, are you not? Why do you need to be carried?"
𓅨 Although I do think that after a while he'd realise your silent desires, and give in during one of his rare flourishing acts of devotion towards you.
As soon as you woke up in the morning, you knew something was off... your boyfriend wasn't sleeping next to you! Which was exceedingly odd, considering Tokoyami usually slept in most days, considering he'd often work late into the night.
Before you could finish your thought, your beloved very carefully made his way into the bedroom, and promptly became an embarrassed mess when he saw you were awake.
Tokoyami's hair instantly puffed up when he saw you, and you could swear you saw a faint blush under all that black "Ah- you're awake..." There was a long pause before he finally approached you.
"Would be alright if I..." He dipped his head softly before speaking again "...carried you? There's something I'd like you to see." You nodded. Tokoyami tucked his left arm between the back of your calves and thighs and then held your back with his right arm before carefully lifting you up.
Neito Monoma ⋆ ˖ ⏱︎.ᐟ
⏱︎ This freaking guy is so snarky about everything, that he poses it like you're practically begging for his attention when you ask just once.
⏱︎ "You want me to carry you? I had no idea you were so starved of my attention that you'd ask me to hold you so intimately..." If he wasn't your boyfriend, you would strangle him.
⏱︎ Funnily enough, even though he teases, laughs, and jokes, he's quick to oblige. I think he likes the idea of showing you off a bit.
After a long day of shopping for necessities, you had had enough, the soles of your feet hurt so much you thought they might rip, and you were getting exhausted in the summer heat. After a long minute of deliberating to yourself, you finally tapped your partner - Monoma - on the shoulder.
"Neito..." you whined, digging your heels into the ground, as the weight of your bags was making even standing unbearable.
"Hm?" He turned around to look at you "What is it?"
"My feet hurt... carry me?" This mere sentence earnt you the most mocking laugh you had ever heard from him - and that's saying something, considering you knew him when he was in Highschool. "What..? Don't laugh at me, do you know how heavy these are?"
After spending a whole minute laughing at your apparently hilarious request, Monoma spoke up "I suppose I have no choice..."
"Wait, what-- Ah!" You gasped as you were swiftly picked up, your bags scattered across the floor in the process.
"There we are! How's that?" He smiled softly, which would have been cute if it weren't for the fact that he was embarrassing you in front of all these people "What? I thought you wanted me to carry you." He shrugged before picking your bags up and moving along.
Mirio Togata ☀︎⋆.࿐
☀︎ Mirio is enthusiastic, to say the least. You don't even have to ask him, he'll just go ahead and do it (with your permission of course).
☀︎ Although, even though Mirio is enthused by the idea, he has the strength but lacks the grace, he thinks it's more of a fun activity than an act of devotion (he's good with kids, what can I say).
☀︎ "You want me to pick you up? Sure! Okay, stand right there, and I'll just...!" He swiftly lifted you up into his arms with a triumphant cheer, you could see so much from up on his shoulders... but you really wanted to be carried in a more intimate way.
☀︎ After you layed out the specifics, he was more than happy to oblige (world's best husband).
"Hm..." you curled your fingers into your palm before resting your chin on your hand, thinking of what to do. You had been so inexplicably bored today, and sitting on a random bench in a park in the middle of nowhere was not helping. God, long missions sucked.
Suddenly, you heard a voice from around the corner. "Ah-! There they are! Sorry I took so long, you should've seen that line!" And just like that, Mirio comes out from around the corner, holding two popsicles, smile as bright as ever - dare I say heaven sent.
"O-Oh, it's fine... thankyou..!" You carefully grabbed your popsicle before letting out a shaky sigh as soon as he sat down.
"Something wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I just think the heat and... this mission, ugh.. is getting to me" You began to lick your popsicle solemnly (who knew you could do that?) And then Mirio suddenly stood up "Going somewhere?" You asked, looking up at him with that same miserable expression.
"Nope, brace yourself!" Before you had the time to even question what was about to happen, Mirio tucked his arms underneath you and held you up high - holy shit, he was tall.
"Woah..! Uh, what's this for..?" You chuckled softly, definitely not clinging to his chest because you'd never get this chance again.
"You looked down, so I wanted to lift you up..!" He chuckled softly.
Burnin ৡ⊹₊｡°
ৡ Burnin is a fun woman - when she's with company and when she's alone. But she takes her job very seriously! You can't be slacking off when you work for Endeavor, what can I say.
ৡ So of course she'd look at you like you just killed her family if you asked her to pick you up in the middle of her work day - why would you ask her something like that?
ৡ "Carry you? You know I'm on a mission, right..?" Much like Ida, she's not too fond of making public displays such as this when she's on the clock.
ৡ Even if Burnin isn't the perfect partner, she does try her best, and that's what matters most! She'd often take the time out of her busy day to do something good for the both of you.
When you finally returned home after a long mission at your own agency, you couldn't even manage to make your way to the couch, you just crashed onto the floor as soon as you stepped through the door.
"Hey, don't go making so much noise as soon as you get ho--" Burnin ceased her sentence as soon as she saw you "Y/N, what the hell..?!" She quickly rushed down the stairs and carefully lifted you into her arms.
"You should have called me..." Burnin takes a moment to look you over before letting out a long sigh "You're okay, that's good."
"Mmh... Hi, Moe, sorry for being so late..." You breathed out softly soon after she rested your stomach on her shoulder.
"Ugh, forget about that, let's just get you clean and in bed..." Burnin sighed as she carried you up the stairs - isn't she just the coolest?
Tomura Shigaraki 𓏲 ๋࣭✋︎ ࣪ ˖
๋࣭✋︎ Now, as much as we'd all love to pretend Shigaraki is perfect boyfriend material, he can be a bit much at times, not so much in a loud way, but he can just be no fun!
๋࣭✋︎ At times, when work is tough, he mostly asks you to carry him, it's not even that you have like a strength quirk or anything (I mean maybe you do, who knows), he just likes the feeling of you holding him, but he refuses to admit it.
๋࣭✋︎ "Y/N, I'm tired, carry me." And who are you to argue with the boss? Plus, he's just so cute when he demands things threateningly like that.
๋࣭✋︎ But it's okay! Because on the very rare occasion, he actually cares! Like when you're too injured to move... (listen, he's not good at this kind of stuff).
"Shit..." Shigaraki chocked slightly on the dust in the air as he pulled you out from underneath the rubble "Why didn't you get out of the way you idiot..?"
Shigaraki dipped his head downwards before pressing his ear against your chest. He breathed out a sigh after hearing the small thumps of your heart.
"Tomura..?" You whispered softly as your eyes began to flutter open.
"Shut up, don't call me that..." he brought you over his shoulder but this only caused you to cough profusely. "Maybe not that..." Shigiraki pulled you off of his shoulder and instead held you in a more graceful way.
'Bridal style..!?' You thought to yourself, face reddening but barely being able to focus due to the pain. But you didn't say anything and instead decided to just enjoy this rare act of intimacy.
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heavy cope hours but i like to think that while yes tomura struggles to read social cues because he’s been isolated and also because he honestly just doesn’t gaf about meaningless rules, he would give a lot of effort at attempting to read you. i think unconsciously (early tomura) is hyper aware of the feeling of being forgotten or looked over (for tomura with regained memories this is a conscious awareness and effort). so if you’re talking with the league and someone speaks over you and everyone moves their attention to that person, tomura is the one who’s silently nodding at you to continue. if you feel like everything around you is stifling and you go somewhere private, tomura is giving you ten minutes to calm down before sending a simple text. he values privacy and freedom but he needs to let you know in a kind of irrational way that he still remembers you’re there, even if you need space.
he knows what it’s like to be ignored and forgotten and imagining you experiencing that rage and misery as a product of it that he feels daily fills every part of him with dread. but he doesn’t have the emotional skills to identify this so he thinks it’s just the hatred weighing down on his heart
Imagine like shiggy when magne got killed but like…x10
Tags: fem!reader, obviously a bit of violent imagery/language, tomura tweaking, short and lazy idk, readers trauma is ambiguous so use ur imagination, no smut
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It’s been exactly 24 hours since you said you’d be back.
No big deal.
Your location has been offline for the past 48 hours.
No big deal.
No texts. No calls. No word.
No big deal.
That’s what Tomura would think about anyone else, anyways. The members of the League are always allowed to come and go as they please- you included. No need to really tell him or ask for permission, but, y’know…he’d prefer to know- especially when it comes to you. It’s mostly just so he has a timeline, but also because he cares.
So when all of those things come to pass- when it’s about you…
Code red. Category 10. Alarms blaring in his head, hands twitching, a haze of fury over his face, and a destructive need to find you.
—
He knows where you were going- who you’d be dealing with- what you were doing. So, obviously he heads there first with the rest of the League in tow.
Even they know how serious he is about this- about you. There’s no joking, no teasing, no nothing. Because the energy coming off Tomura is, somehow, even more volatile than usual. It’s heavy like a physical weight in the air, hanging on his shoulders and demanding silent obedience in a way he usually doesn’t care about.
It’s the kind of energy that makes the others hope you’re actually kidnapped and not doing this on purpose, because god help you if he finds out you’re just being a fucking idiot.
—
When he finds your last known location, Tomura scours every last inch of the area for some kind of clue- anything that would tell him what happened. And oh does he find it.
Blood.
Your blood.
Your phone, shattered on the ground.
Drag marks headed in one direction before cutting off abruptly near the road.
Somehow, it’s like the whole world goes silent in the wake of Tomura’s rage.
He’s never felt anger like this before- ice cold instead of the way it usually burns through his veins. It’s suffocating, forcing images into his mind of you being alone- being hurt- being…god knows what else. It’s heavy too, outweighing any other thought or priority or goal- like getting you back is the difference between life and death.
The others can feel it too. They’re angry about it as well, obviously…but not like he is. This time, even a group of people like the League are worried about what will happen to your captors when Tomura finds them. Not if. When.
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“Where is she?”
Tomura’s voice is low and cold, speaking to a room of cold bodies and a sole survivor…just barely, though.
It didn’t take long to find who took you. Or when they did it. Or where they brought you. The why doesn’t matter.
All that matters is getting to you.
“I don’t- I don’t know-.”
That’s really brave, lying to Tomura when he’s like this. Or stupid.
…Definitely stupid, actually.
His eye twitches behind his mask as he barely holds back from killing the idiot right now. There’s a crazed look swimming in his dark pupils- even more than usual. Every step closer to you has driven him closer and closer to the brink of madness, his desperation quickly spilling over into an obsession with finding you.
But…he has to be logical about this. This place is huge- there could sensors, alarms- someone else could take you before he gets there. No, he needs information first…even if he’s trembling with the effort of keeping himself in control.
That doesn’t mean he can hold it for long, though. Tomura isn’t known for being patient, after all.
“Don’t lie to me.” He growls out, roughly pinning the man to the wall, hovering his middle finger barely a millimeter away from his victims throat. “I know you took her- I know what you did to her- I know everything- Where is she?”
The last question sends a shiver down even the League’s spines- gravelly and obsessed and beyond dangerous. It’s a question that demands an honest answer, and promises something worse than death if denied one more fucking time.
Red eyes bore into ones that widen with terror, and a rough hand tightens cruelly around a throat that spasms with a sudden hitched breath.
Then, finally, a shaky answer is choked out into the cold air. “B-…Bottom floor-…Cell 17-.”
The body hits the floor before the last word can finish being uttered, and Tomura is through the doors of the elevator before the rest of the League can follow.
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…15, 16, 17.
Tomura walked all the way down the corridor, straight past all the other poor souls trapped down here with you.
It keeps going, too- down a hallway and around a corner. Quiet cries echo from every direction, weak with time or quiet with fear. It’s a labyrinth of blood, tears, and terror only made more convoluted by every new addition of misery.
Your cell door is dust in half a second, falling to the ground in a quiet rustle that sounds more like a bomb going off. And there you are.
Your head snaps up, scared at first of whatever you’ve come to expect in the short time you’ve been here. Then, just as quickly, angry with the fighting fire he admires so much in you. And finally, relief, once you realize that your nightmare has come to an end.
Tomura feels that in reverse.
Relief first, at the fact you’re here. The fact you’re alive.
Then, anger. At himself. At you. At the people who took you.
And last…fear. Of what could’ve happened if he was a day- an hour- a minute late. Of something like this happening to you again.
He storms towards you, heaving and trembling as he gets closer, his eyes locked on you. The chains on your wrists are gone before you can blink, and you’re being hauled to your feet in the next second.
It’s not often that Tomura truly hugs you, but this…is close. He’s clinging to you- tight and forceful and desperate as he locks you in the circle of his arms.
But don’t you think for a second that he’s gone soft. No, that tense, dark energy from before is still brewing inside him- still seeking some violent outlet to take itself out on.
So, deep and dark and more demanding than you’ve ever heard from him before, Tomura growls an order in your ear…one you’ll never forget or disobey.
“…Don’t ever make me come fucking save you again.”
“Hello,” Elliott greets you both as you head back to the sandy shore. Shane doesn’t fail to notice how his eyes stay on you at least twice as long.
“Hey, Elliott,” you reply with a slight smile. Shane buries his hands in his pockets, trying to look like he’s grumpy for no particular reason. He’s not the biggest fan of Elliott, safe to say. He settles for giving him a nod, which Elliott returns with that twinkling smile of his. The one that’s supposed to be charming. Shane just grits his teeth.
Five times Shane is jealous, and the one time you are.
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author’s notes: HAPPY PRIDEEEEEEE! *trixie and katya voice* hi, gay! sashay into fics today!
what better way to kick off pride month than with Shane/male reader? come onnnnn, that's my husband, y'all. GODDDDDD.
Ok. Ok. This is Shane/Reader focused, established relationship. The reader’s pronouns are he/him; he has tattoos and he’s written to have gained some muscle from farming, otherwise physical descriptions aren’t used. Race is ambiguous.
There's some Elliott bashing in this one. I’m going to be real, I just don’t like him at all. I think he’s my least favorite villager lmfao.
The title of this fic is from jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo, because DUH.
Warnings: mentions of alcoholism and recovery.
Shane’s frequently reminded of one thing when he’s dating you: You’re a hot commodity around Pelican Town. It’s almost ridiculous, really. He feels like he’s fighting for your attention, and even though he knows he has it… Sometimes, it’s difficult to recognize. You’re an integral part of the town now, with your farm at the center of its economy. Your crops are sold in Pierre’s frequently, and the villagers are always asking you for help with small and big tasks alike. Shane can hardly blame you for being helpful. It’s more just… his own doubts.
You’re so good to him, he can’t deny it. And he knows you’ve been trying your best to maintain boundaries and only take on requests that are truly necessary, but still. You already fixed the community center, you revitalized the town’s economy, you fixed the buses… Shane would think there’s nothing left for you to fix. But alas. You’re constantly working. He can’t remember the last time you’ve had a full day off, between tending to your crops, caring for the animals—which he makes sure to help with, now that you live together—mining, fishing, foraging… It’s an endless list.
It’s not surprising that Harvey, the town doctor, is somewhat insistent on you getting an annual check-up. Shane knows you have a more specialized practitioner back in the city for your health issues, but it makes sense that Harvey would want to give a general exam. You’re working very hard on the farm, after all. Shane has seen it.
This is how Shane finds himself sitting in the chair next to the exam bed, watching as Harvey runs through your vitals. The doctor is a bit concerned with your heart rate, but at your simple explanation (“Caffeine”), he seems to relax. Harvey asks how much activity you’re doing each day. You answer. It’s an underestimation, as always. Harvey looks to him for confirmation.
“He’s always running around,” Shane says wryly, ignoring your faux-betrayed look. “So whatever he says he’s doing, just double it.”
You huff but don’t object any further. Harvey seems to be hiding a smile as he makes a few more notes in his clipboard. He proceeds to do various tests, waving a flashlight in front of your eyes, testing your reflexes.
“I’m going to check your lungs now,” Harvey explains, paying a haphazard glance at your clothing. “It may be hard to read through your sweatshirt, but I’ll try and then see.”
Shane sits there, watching as Harvey tries and fails to get an accurate reading through the sweatshirt. “Yeah, the fabric’s a bit thick,” he frowns, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Can you lift it up for me?”
You do as requested, pulling at the back of your sweatshirt so he can place the stethoscope against your back. You immediately wince at the cold temperature of it.
“Sorry,” Harvey says with a helpless smile. He’s quiet for a few moments. “Much better,” he nods. “Breathe in for me… Good. Breathe out… Good.”
This process continues for a few moments, before he’s moving to stand in front of you and doing the same thing. Shane can tell you’re trying to breathe normally, but of course, it’s difficult to feel normal when you’re being monitored in close proximity. You give him a helpless grimace and he laughs under his breath.
“Everything looks great,” Harvey announces with a friendly smile, sneaking his hand out of your sweatshirt and removing the earpieces of the stethoscope from his ears. You don’t seem to notice the pink dusting his cheeks, but Shane absolutely does. He frowns a bit but keeps quiet.
“Thanks, Harvey,” you answer, adjusting your sweatshirt a bit before getting to your feet and stretching.
“Of course,” he responds, guiding both of you out of the room and back into the lobby. “You two take care.”
“You too,” Shane answers. You echo a similar sentiment, and the two of you leave to return to the farm.
Shane is heading back from the blacksmith a few days later—he promised to get these geodes inspected for you, while you wanted to ask Lewis about something—when he spots you in front of George and Evelyn’s house. He heads over habitually, only to find you mid-conversation with Alex.
“You’re getting swole, dude,” Alex says with a grin, spinning a football on his finger before tucking it under his arm.
“Hardly,” you huff, looking askance. Shane’s eyes narrow.
“You’re getting some muscle, for real!” he adds, looking you up and down. Shane frowns. Alex grins. “Must be all that farming.”
“Yeah, that and mining, honestly,” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. This movement does draw Shane’s eyes to your forearms, and he looks away quickly. Then again, you’re his boyfriend. He can look if he wants. Alex, on the other hand… He’s getting a bit too comfortable.
“Hey, Shane,” Alex says, looking over at him as he approaches.
“Hey,” Shane manages to say gruffly.
You turn, brightening. “Hi,” you say with a fond smile.
“Hi,” he responds, like an idiot.
“He’s getting some gains!” Alex nods at you, arms crossing over his chest as he lets the football rest in the grass. “We should lift sometime, the three of us.”
While Shane is grateful to be included, the prospect makes him want to vomit. You look similarly disinterested. “Eugh, please no,” you say in disgust. “I hate lifting. It’s so boring.”
Alex stares at you for a long moment, his systems malfunctioning at the thought of someone not liking weightlifting. Then he shakes his head. “Dude, you’re a lost cause,” he jokes.
“Remind me who’s putting dinner on your table?” you tease. Shane chokes on a laugh. That’s very true: between your crops and your catches from the ocean, you’re feeding the majority of the town.
And Alex knows it, because he huffs and raises his hands in mock-surrender. “Oof, point taken,” he says. “Get outta here.” He shoos at you jokingly. You both bid him goodbye before heading back to the farm.
“You realize Alex was ogling you,” Shane remarks somewhat dryly, not trusting himself to say more. Those older feelings of inadequacy and insecurity start to prickle up his skin.
“He was not,” you respond habitually. A beat. You glance over at him. “...Right?”
“If you say so,” Shane says, unconvinced. He’s not the reigning authority on these things, but Alex was staring at you for an awfully long time. And there’s a limit to how far ‘bromance’ stretches. The thought of him and you doing some stupid exercise thing, just the two of you… It makes him want to be sick. Though he reminds himself you didn’t even seem interested.
And when your hand meets Shane’s, your fingers tangling together, he feels marginally better.
Shane and you are sitting on the red sofa in the far area of the saloon, the arcade games beeping and buzzing unhappily in their neglect. Sebastian and Sam just finished their game of pool, with Sebastian winning against Sam yet again. Abigail sits on the far side of the blue sofa across from them, giving you both a smile.
You were talking to her for a bit, but Sebastian is soon sitting next to her and engaging you in conversation. Shane isn’t super close with the guy, but he likes him well enough. He does notice that his eyes find your arm and seems to linger there for a few seconds.
“New tattoo?” Sebastian asks. Shane follows his gaze, finding the tattoo you just got this past weekend. It’s still wrapped in the saniderm, since it’s only Wednesday. You were complaining earlier that it was decently itchy, before slapping your arm a few times. Shane had been extremely confused, and you explained that you couldn’t itch it, since the skin was still dry and healing, hence the hitting…
And he just burst out laughing. You weren’t pleased, scowling at him for all of two seconds before begrudgingly admitting that it may have been funny.
“Oh, yeah,” you answer now, drawing Shane out of his thoughts.
“I like it,” Sebastian says.
“Thanks,” you respond.
Shane knows he shouldn’t be feeling anything close to jealousy. Sebastian’s a good guy, and he was one of the first to congratulate you both when you started dating. He isn’t a threat. But, then again, feelings aren’t always logical.
“Did you go to the same artist or a different one?” Sebastian asks.
“Same one,” you reply. “She’s still in the city, so it was a bit of a drive, obviously, but. Worth it.”
“For sure,” Sebastian agrees, nodding and looking down at your tattoo again. A hesitant smile. “It looks cool. Seriously.”
Shane’s in agreement there. Your tattoos don’t have much color in them, which makes them look very sleek. It made sense the way you explained it: color can fade more easily, especially in the sun; plus, color doesn’t necessarily translate as well on skin. Your new tattoo is from a horror manga you were telling him about—something by Junji Ito, Shane remembers—and it looks pretty cool. Unique, too.
“Thanks,” you smile back at Sebastian. “Hey, that means a lot coming from the guy who smokes in the rain like some kind of movie character.”
Sebastian huffs. “Shut up,” he responds.
Shane stifles a smile of his own. As Abigail soon starts interrogating you on the pain and process, Shane places a hand on your knee without thinking much of it.
One afternoon, Shane and you are walking along the docks when he sees Elliott’s cabin door swing open. Immediately, he’s resisting the urge to groan in annoyance.
Shane doesn’t like everyone, and that’s perfectly fine. Sure, he doesn’t have much to talk with Alex about since he’s such a jock; sure, he and Haley have quite literally never even spoken; sure, he avoids Kent with a ten-foot pole because the guy intimidates him.
But Elliott. Elliott… He really pisses Shane off. He’s not quite sure what it is—maybe the guy’s general vanity, coupled with the way he’s always trying to sound like an intellectual. It’s something like that. Elliott is just… kind of pretentious, for lack of a better word. He acts like shutting himself in his little cabin makes him better than everyone else. In Shane’s eyes, he’s just leaning on the “tortured poet” archetype way too much.
And is Shane projecting? Maybe. Maybe he is. But he swears, in the interactions he’s had with the guy, Elliott has rarely contributed anything of value.
“Hello,” Elliott greets you both as you head back to the sandy shore. Shane doesn’t fail to notice how his eyes stay on you at least twice as long.
“Hey, Elliott,” you reply with a slight smile. Shane buries his hands in his pockets, trying to look like he’s grumpy for no particular reason. He’s not the biggest fan of Elliott, safe to say. He settles for giving him a nod, which Elliott returns with that twinkling smile of his. The one that’s supposed to be charming. Shane just grits his teeth.
“You’re taking breaks between all this running around, I hope?” Elliott asks you, proceeding to act as if Shane isn’t even standing there. “The human spirit needs nourishment.”
“Uh… yeah, definitely,” you say somewhat awkwardly. You look slightly tense, stiff, but Shane is the only one to notice. It’s subtle.
“You’re welcome to come inside, if you’d like,” Elliott offers.
“That’s okay, we were going to head to the library, actually,” you answer. Shane raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. You hadn’t mentioned the library before. “But thanks,” you continue. “See you around.”
An effective end to the conversation. It’s almost impressive. Shane has seen people trapped in conversation with Elliott for at least ten minutes. Yet you’ve ended it swiftly, and you’re already walking off quickly. Shane has to speed up a bit—you walk very quickly sometimes—before falling into step at your side. There’s an unreadable look on your face as you head north towards town, the sand fading into pavement.
When you continue walking forward instead of turning, Shane nudges your shoulder. “Library’s the other way,” he reminds you.
“I know,” you blink. A glance at him, a slight smile. “I lied.”
“Oh,” Shane responds. He continues walking with you as you make a left in front of Pierre’s before heading back to your farm.
It’s quiet for a few moments, the fall air gently rustling your clothes. Shane looks at you sidelong, admiring you. You don’t seem to notice, too preoccupied with staring at the cobblestones beneath your feet.
Then, out of nowhere, you break the silence. “‘The human spirit needs nourishment,’” you say in a mocking voice, shoving your hands in your pockets. A scoff. “He’s so pretentious.”
Shane raises an eyebrow, his heart upticking a bit. Leaves scuttle across the pavement. He turns back to you.
“Also, kinda rude that he didn’t invite both of us,” you point out.
“I wouldn’t have gone anyway,” Shane says before he can stop himself. He and Elliott have never gotten along. They’re hardly fighting or anything—they just have absolutely nothing in common. Their personalities are completely different: Shane fashions himself something of a pessimist, while Elliott is one of those relentless optimists who insists on seeing the beauty in everything. And sure, Shane is far from perfect himself, but at least he can admit to his insecurities. He’s done a lot of work to get to where he is. Meanwhile, Elliott just stays stagnant: fishing for compliments, trying to sound smart and profound… It’s annoying.
Shane didn’t think you saw him that way too, but he’s realizing he isn’t giving you enough credit. You’ve always had a good read on people, and despite your role as the friendly farmer in town, you’re not a super sunny or endlessly bubbly person. He wouldn’t be with you if you were, because that would be exhausting.
“Well,” you drawl. “Maybe we should just lay around at home. If Elliot recommends it, it must be the right thing to do,” you say sardonically.
Shane chuckles, his hand slipping from yours so he can wrap an arm around your waist. “Guess we don’t have a choice.”
A few days later, Shane is walking down the street, his mind elsewhere, when he hears your name being uttered. It’s sure as hell not your voice. He thinks it may be Haley? Another few steps and a glance at the side of their house confirms it—one of the windows is open, allowing the conversation Haley’s having to bleed into the air outside.
He knows he should just keep walking. But something convinces him to stay. Maybe it’s insecurity, maybe it’s possessiveness, maybe it’s just genuine curiosity. Either way, Shane is rooted in place.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but he’s great, seriously,” Haley continues. She must be talking with someone on the phone, because Shane can only hear her side of the conversation. There’s an awkward pause as the person on the phone speaks. Shane is too far away to hear it. Haley continues speaking. “He used to come around and give me sunflowers from his farm. So sweet.”
Yes, your gift-giving. Shane knows you do that for virtually everyone in town, and you somehow know nearly all of their preferences. Including his own. Even when he was being an asshole in your first few months here—drowning under the weight of his alcoholism and cripplingly low self-worth—you’d bring him pizza and pepper poppers. You’re just a very nice person.
Shane knows it tires you out sometimes, though. He can see the physical toll it takes on you: the dark circles that pop up when you don’t sleep well, the hunch to your shoulders and hissed breaths as you stretch out sore muscles. You do a shit ton for this town, and a lot of people take it for granted.
“I know,” Haley continues, breaking Shane out of his thoughts. “He’s really hard-working. He built Pam a whole house.”
Shane remembers that too, of course. Though he saw the other side of it, the one you didn’t show the others. He saw the exhaustion, the stress, the frustration, the guilt… All of it. He listened as you paced back and forth and debated the nature of the act, wondering if it would seem like you were pitying Pam. Shane held you close those nights, as you fell asleep within moments of sitting on the couch with him; he made your breakfasts and patched up the injuries you’d get from exploring the mines. All of it, just to give Pam a house.
“Right?” Haley agrees with her friend on the phone. “Like, who does that?”
A few seconds pass. Haley hums in contemplation. “He’s kinda, like, rugged?” she muses. Shane feels apprehension crawling up his spine at this turn in conversation. He knows where this is going. “I don’t know. He’s attractive, yeah…” She proceeds to rattle off your physical qualities from the top of her head, as if that’s something she thinks about often. Shane’s fists clench at his sides. She shouldn’t be able to talk about you like that.
“No, he’s dating Shane.” A pause. He freezes. Haley squints. “No, I am not doing that.” She laughs. “They’re cute together, actually. But, yeah. Not a chance there. He’s really into him.”
“Maybe in another life,” she sighs. Then Haley is moving on to talk about something else, and Shane is walking away with his heart in his throat. He doesn’t really know how to feel about what he just heard. He’s definitely jealous—or at least, he was at the beginning, but now he feels… almost validated? Haley is respecting your relationship. Hell, she said you were cute together. Coming from Haley of all people… well. Safe to say, she’s telling the truth. She’s not one to sugarcoat things.
Shane has a bit of an extra pep to his step as he walks back home that afternoon.
The Stardrop Saloon is busiest on Friday nights. More than half the town goes to converse and celebrate the end of the work week. Shane used to visit the saloon nearly every night, but now that he’s kicked his alcoholism for good, he’s been going there less frequently. Friday nights are usually an exception, though—there are enough people around for him to be distracted.
Sometimes you’ll go with him to the saloon, and sometimes you won’t. On rare occasions, you’ll drop in on a random night and Shane will feel that spark in his chest, as if he’s meeting you all over again. Tonight, you both headed over from the house, though you soon settled in at the bar and sipped some water while Shane occupied his typical corner. He looks over at you in conversation with Gus; you catch his eye and smile. He glances away, fighting off a smile of his own.
For whatever reason, there are a few people from out of town here today too. This occurrence is exceedingly rare, even after the bus system got fixed. Not many people want to visit Pelican Town. It’s not exactly optimized for tourists: there isn’t much to do other than speak with the locals and wander the beach.
But this group of women doesn’t seem bothered. They look like they’re having a good amount of fun, actually: laughing and whispering amongst themselves. Shane feels one of them look his way and he’s quick to take a swig of his soda, the glass bottle giving him a well-needed hint of coolness in the stuffy air. With these tourists, the saloon is kind of packed. It’s not the biggest space, either, so it’s loud too.
One of the women gets to her feet. Shane buries a hand in the pocket of his hoodie, trying to make it look as if he isn’t watching her warily. He’s getting this weird feeling, for some reason…
Yeah. His instinct soon proves correct, because she makes a beeline for him. Shane takes another sip of his drink, struggling not to snap at her before she can even get a word out. He glances over at you. You’re distracted.
“Hey, handsome,” the woman says sweetly, a bit too friendly for his liking.
“...Hey,” Shane says flatly, attempting to convey his disinterest. It doesn’t really seem to work. He wonders if he’s losing his touch, if you’ve been too good of an impact on him.
“We were just wondering if you wanted to join us,” she suggests.
“Uh… I’m fine over here,” Shane manages to say.
“A lone wolf, then,” she giggles, not seeming to get the hint. “So. What do you guys do for fun around here?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Shane says somewhat sardonically. He reminds himself to cool it down a bit: This is a stranger. She isn’t familiar with his sense of humor yet, and he doesn’t want to come across as a complete asshole. He scowls. “...The beach isn’t bad.”
“Yeah, we were there earlier!” she says, lighting up a bit. “And the library’s pretty nice, too. I didn’t think this place would have a museum.”
“Yeah, well…” Shane trails off, not quite sure how to respond without singing your praises. You’re the only reason their museum even has any artifacts in it. He glances over at you habitually.
You’re not distracted anymore. Instead, you have a hand around your glass as you glare at the woman. You look away quickly, but not quickly enough. Shane still catches it: the frown on your lips, the narrowing of your eyes as you stare at this woman he’s talking to.
Are you… jealous?
No. Surely not.
He turns back to the woman. “It’s a work in progress,” Shane manages to say wryly. He doesn’t even really know what that means, he was so distracted by you and the look on your face. But this woman is eating it up for some reason, laughing as if he’s just said the funniest thing she’s ever heard. Shane frowns, then looks over at you again.
You’re still staring. There’s that furrow to your brows and that half-pout, half-scowl on your lips. It’s adorable. (And, yes, Shane knows you would definitely oppose that statement, arguing that you’re an adult, that ‘adorable’ is something for children. But Shane thinks it describes that expression on your face perfectly.)
Then the woman reaches out and places a hand on Shane’s forearm. He isn’t expecting it, and for a second, he’s so stunned that he just stands there like an idiot.
And out of the corner of his eye, Shane can see that you look pissed. If you were glaring before, you’re practically smiting her with your eyes now. It barely even looks like you’re blinking. Your jaw is clenched, your shoulders are drawn tight.
Shane feels heat running up his spine and he’s quick to shrug the woman’s hand off, citing a need to get another drink. He doesn’t bother staying to hear her response.
You think you’re going to kill this woman.
She’s clearly into your boyfriend. Which, whatever—she has eyes. But she’s been slowly but surely encroaching on Shane’s space, and now she has a hand on his arm. And you feel weirdly homicidal. You settle for glaring at her from across the room, hoping that somehow divine intervention will send her drink right back into her face. Or maybe she’ll trip and look like an idiot, or maybe—
“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” a familiar voice says.
You startle a bit, until you realize it’s just Shane. “You scared me,” you huff, sliding off the bar stool to stand next to him. You try to swallow back the ugly feeling climbing up your throat. His shoulder brushes against yours. It relaxes you a little, but not enough. “I wasn’t jealous,” you lie, struggling to find something to do with your hands. You tangle a finger in your belt loop.
“Uh-huh,” Shane says, seeming amused. “Just glaring daggers into her for fun, right?”
“Yeah, it’s my new hobby,” you huff.
“Dork,” he remarks. You roll your eyes, shoving a hand in your pocket and looking askance. It feels a bit warm in here now.
“Fine, I was jealous,” you mutter, struggling to make eye contact. You look over at your boyfriend for a moment and then glance away, embarrassed. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” Shane says dryly. He sidles closer to you, a hand finding the small of your back. It’s hard to tell where you end and he begins. “Welcome to my life.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frown.
Shane gives you a flat look. He looks away, his hand warm on your back. “It’s stupid.”
“I doubt it,” you reason. You’re sensing there’s something more to that remark. “What’s up, seriously?” The noise in the saloon fades to obscurity, everything behind Shane almost blurring and fading to the background.
“Nothing, just…” Shane trails off. He looks ahead, his next words a bit quieter. “Feels like I’m fighting for your time and attention sometimes.”
“Oh,” you realize. Suddenly that makes a lot more sense. And it makes you feel awful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t realize.”
“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “Lots of people need you here.”
“Yeah?” you frown. “Well, I need you. So… I’m sorry if I haven’t been acting like it.”
“I’ve been running around so much recently…” you recount. You try to see things from his perspective, imagining yourself in his place: watching your boyfriend bustle around all day, doing things for other people; getting home late and waking up early. You shake your head at yourself. “Ugh. I should’ve been making more time for you.” The thought makes you feel horrible. You never want your boyfriend to feel as if you aren’t putting him first. And the truth of the matter? You spend most of your days thinking about the time you’ll share with Shane after.
“No, it’s fine—” Shane tries to say. Compromising as always.
“No, it’s not,” you frown. You reach for his hand, tangling your fingers together. “The town can survive without its repairman for a day.”
“Repairman, farmer, therapist, miner, fisherman, relationship counselor…” Shane adds on, shooting you a fond look. “You wear a lot of hats around here.” You suppress a laugh at that. It’s true, but it sounds funny when it’s stated so brazenly.
“Wanna head to Ginger Island for a few days?” you ask, studying his expression. Shane’s eyebrows climb up his forehead. “I was going to surprise you with the finished house, but…” Well. You’re kind of ruining the surprise now, but it’s worth it. Especially when you see Shane’s eyes glimmering, his gaze flitting about your face.
“Seriously?” he asks hopefully.
“Yeah,” you nod, your throat feeling tight. “I already asked Marnie if she’d watch over the animals for us.”
“Prepared, are we?” Shane teases. Trying to maintain his composure, you suspect.
“Well, we don’t have to go right this instant or anything,” you clarify. You squeeze his hand reassuringly, a smile gracing your lips. You’ve been working hard on the house, and you know he’ll love it. Plus, the island is beautiful: sprawling beaches, glittering waters, roaming wildlife. You want to share it with him.
“But yeah,” you continue. “I want to share it with you first. The island, I mean.”
Shane looks stunned. He blinks, stands there silently for several moments. You wait for him, brushing a thumb across his knuckles. Just as your heart starts to race in your chest, a smile breaks onto his face. Not a strained one, not an awkward one. A real smile. He’s been doing more of that lately, and it takes your breath away every time.
“Let’s do it,” Shane agrees. His eyes sparkle a bit in the dim lighting. You feel any remaining tension from earlier just fade right out of you.
“Yeah?” you ask, a stupid smile on your face now.
“Yeah,” he answers. Shane pulls you into him, and you bring a hand to his jaw before closing the distance and kissing him. He responds smoothly, a hand on the nape of your neck and the other resting on your hip. Everything: the saloon, the other villagers, the farm, the work day… It all bleeds away, until it’s just the two of you.
“Get a room, lovebirds,” Gus teases, swiftly grounding you in reality. Shane and you break apart, mildly embarrassed but mostly happy.
“Boys will be boys…” Pam mutters. You look over your shoulder in amusement and she shoots you a wink, before taking another swig of her beer.
“Guess they’re used to us by now,” Shane remarks.
“Guess so,” you agree. You look around the space, finding the typical suspects: Demetrius and Robin dancing; Marnie and Lewis conversing, with Leah and Elliott at the corner table; Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian are gathered in the far room. To your surprise, the tourists don’t seem to be here anymore. There was a group of about four of them, including the one who seemed particularly infatuated with your boyfriend.
“Oh no, that woman left,” you say in a monotone voice, looking at Shane in poorly-hidden amusement.
Got pissed off thinking about certain make family members and needed to get this off my mindddd 😾
Tags: gn!reader, no smut, mentions of sex obvs
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So first of all…I don’t think Tomura would be super sexual in general anyways. Like, he doesn’t need much sex, doesn’t initiate very often- it’s just not on his mind very much because he didn’t grow up experiencing/expecting intimacy in any form.
Sooo once you come along, he’s mostly the same. Tbh, it would either take a really long time or a really short time for him to be ready for sex- like I genuinely feel like he would either be kinda scared or genuinely not gaf about it. Either way, Tomura’s not thinking about sex unless he’s actively having it.
So I stg I HATEEEE those hc fanfics/videos where it’s like ‘hes the type who would NOT let u bend over in peace ☺️🤭’…….THATS NOT ATTRACTIVE. And Tomura would NOT be one of those guys. Like, there is genuinely no instance where bro would slap your ass unprovoked unless he is GENUINELY in the middle of hitting it from the back. Otherwise the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say that content like that/content that romanticizes or glorifies that is like…SUPER cringe to him. Like, it would piss him off if someone came up and started touching him randomly, so why would he do it to someone he respects?…i.e. YOU. Like, Tomura might take a little peek or smth, but he’s not touching or making some gross comment under any circumstance.
Speaking of comments…he doesn’t make them at all unless, again, he’s genuinely inside you. Like, I don’t think you could pay Tomura to even jokingly say some weird shit, especially out of nowhere. Not only is it just…cringe- it’s just plain disrespectful, and he wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or upset- especially in front of the others.
Speaking of the others…no, I don’t think anyone else would make weird comments or do anything weird either. Maybe a joke from Dabi when he’s feeling especially mean, maybe an unintentionally weird comment from Twice- but there’s never any weird touching. And Tomura expects/knows you can deal with that yourself.
The problem comes when it’s someone who’s not in the League. Like some sleaze from another organization, a creep looking for a job in the League, some wanna-be hanging around in some alleyway. Obviously, since you’re in the League, it’s expected that you can handle yourself. And you do. And Tomura loves it. What he doesn’t love is when that shit happens and he can just see the disgust or discomfort or anger on your face, and under most circumstances he just can’t help himself.
Like, unless the person who did it is genuinely important for some reason, they’re dust on the ground within moments. And it’s not even to impress you, or ‘stake his territory’, or really even to protect you. It’s because Tomura can’t fucking stand the disrespect- because if someone disrespects you, then it feels like they’re disrespecting him by extension. And it’s the same for anyone else in the League.
But anyways…bro just will not sexualize you. Not when you’re angry, not when you’re crying, not when you’re fighting, not when you’re lounging around, not in a ballgown and not in a potato sack. Tomura is the type of guy that you could walk around completely butt ass fucking naked in front of him and he wouldn’t do a damn thing unless you wanted it.
And Tomura knows when you want it, because he’s memorized every damn minuscule thing about you.
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STOP SEXUALIZING PEOPLE OVER EVERY LITTLE THINGNGNDFBBFN PMO 😾😾😾
