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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wholesome Shigaraki headcannon.

I wanna know how he tells y/n his feelings for them, and the journey of how he developed them. I think it's such a cute idea, and I would love to read your input on it!

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Title: A Villain's Origin of Love

Summary: A short hc of how Shigaraki came to fall in love with you. He was never good with words, and a crush didn't help.

Cw: none

Word Count: 1k

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When you first joined the Liberation, Shigaraki hated you. He figured you were just another fan that would leave the second things became serious, just like they all did. He would observe you from a distance, never even introducing himself to you since he figured it was a waste of time. When you stuck around after a few months, you were already well acquainted with everyone, except for him. 

The other members would rave about you, telling him funny things you did and how thoughtful you were of the other members. He knew this, or course; having watched you for the better part of 3 months helped him understand just who you were. 

His skepticism started to fade when he saw you helping Toga after a battle. Usually, everyone would patch themselves up, but you jumped in to help her and other members before even helping yourself. He admired your selflessness. Another time, he watched you from behind the door as you were blissfully humming while you patched up Touya’s clothes he had destroyed a day prior. Shigaraki felt something when he saw you in these quiet moments, and he didn’t like the feeling. He felt warm on the inside, something he had never felt before. Surely he was distancing himself enough, so why was he feeling this? Was it some type of quirk you had and didn’t mention? 

“Um, Shigaraki sir?” He was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice echoing from the room. When he looked up, he saw you staring at him, a slight smile on your face.

“What are you doing?” He asked, opening the door and stepping towards you.

“Oh, just repairing Dabi’s jacket. Did you need something repaired as well? Or need me for a mission?” You asked.

“N-No, just don’t fuck it up, I don’t want another singed member walking around.” He replied as he quickly left. Shigaraki got back to his room and cursed himself for not taking you up on your offer. He wanted to talk to you, but he was nervous. The leader of the biggest villain organization was nervous to talk to a girl of all things. Not having a reason to talk to you, he looked around his room for something, anything, he could give you to fix, just so he could stay in the room and watch you, at the very least. 

After not finding anything, he takes his coat off and rips it apart in several places. Heading back to your room, he hears you talking with someone on the other side of the door. He lost his chance to get you alone to talk to you. He leaves his coat outside your door and decides to take a walk around the base. 

It’s been hours and instead of thinking of battle plans, all that fills his mind are thoughts of you. He remembers the day you tried talking to him when you first joined and he ignored you, mentally beating himself up over it. He got to know how kind you were, and as selfish as it was, wanted some of that for himself. He found you pretty too, not that his ego would let him admit that. He started to imagine a life where it was just you and him, living normally amongst society, no villainy, just- 

“Shigaraki!” 

The sound of your voice made him come to a standstill. Turning around, he saw you running up to him with his coat. 

“I finished patching up your coat for you! I saw you left it outside my door,” you tell him. 

“Thanks,” he says, hesitant to take it back, scared the conversation might end. “What are you doing right now?”

“Well I just finished with your coat, so nothing, I suppose. Why, did you need something?”

“You’ve been here for a while and I never got the chance to talk to you.”

You smile and start to walk alongside him, “Talk to me about what?”

He sighs, taking his coat, “I don’t know,” he pauses, “just, about you, I guess.” He clears his throat, only being able to stare at the ground. 

The two of you talk for hours, walking all around the base as you lose track of time. He got to know more about you, your life before the Liberation, and why you decided to join. It was safe to say he was falling for you, but there was no way he was going to tell you that. Not now, at least. 

After that, the two of you became friends, and you would help him with things. In return, you would find little gifts scattered around the base with a poorly written note saying, “for Y/N, from Tomura.” You would always thank him the next time you saw him, and you noticed the way he would look at you with love in his eyes, the shy mannerisms he would display when around you, and you thought it was cute. But lord knows you could never ask the leader of a villain organization to be with you, it was out of line. 

Thankfully, Shigaraki was already a step ahead of you. He told you to meet him in his office one night with no other details. Usually, he would talk to you when he saw you, but the whole day he had been ignoring you and avoiding you like the plague. Your mind was filled with anxiety, nervous he would say you did something wrong and exile you out of the Liberation. However, when you knocked on his door that night, he opened it and you saw a teddy bear and heart shaped necklace with an engraved “T” on it in his hands. 

“Y/N,” he starts, trying his best to maintain eye contact as his face beamed bright red, “you know I’m not good with words, but.. Do you want to be with me? Be my girlfriend?” 

You chuckle at his confession, your face now matching the shade of his. “Yes, Tomura, I thought you would never ask.”

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You Look Different

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Summary: Hc of Dabi x reader, where reader has a dark minimalistic aesthetic, and a Victorian aesthetic (all SFW)

A/N:🐍 anon asked: can I request a Dabi x reader with a dark minimalist and Victorian aesthetic (separate headcanons) fully sfw

Cw: None

Word Count: 1.1k

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Dark Minimalistic:

Everyone always called your aesthetic “clean” and a little odd since you wore darker clothing no matter the weather. You didn’t care though, it’s what makes you happy and comfortable. 

This was actually how Dabi took a liking to you. He himself was an outcast, in a bit more noticeable way, but he always wanted to be with someone who was different from the norm. Whether that be because of their quirk, personality, or clothing choices. He knew you lived in a nice minimalistic mansion on the Northside of Tokyo after following you home one day. 

It took Dabi a bit of courage to “accidentally” bump into you on your way to work. You worked at a stationary store, and your shifts were early morning, but not too early that Dabi wouldn’t be awake (not that he slept much anyways). 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I almost didn’t see you there,” he said.

“Oh, no worries.” You replied. He was taken aback by your voice, since you dressed in opposing clothing, with long, dark gray dress pants paired with a white under shirt and blazer. He would have thought it was your work uniform if he didn’t observe how you dressed on the daily. 

“Nice outfit, doll. I need someone to dress me the way you dress yourself.”

“I think you’d look better in light colors, ya know, since everything about you seems dark already.. I mean, no offense!” You reply. 

“The only offense I’m taking is to the thought of bright colors. No way in hell.” He laughs. 

Before the two of you even realized, you had chatted and walked all the way to your workplace, where you offered him a free drink from the cafe inside. Dabi agreed, not because he liked coffee all that much, but because he just wanted another minute with you. Anything to keep talking to someone as neat and enigmatic as the person before him. 

Over the next few weeks, he would occasionally “run into” you before you had talked enough to invite him over for dinner. He said yes so fast he nearly choked on his words. The next night, he was at your doorstep ringing the bell. 

When he stepped in your house, he felt very out of place. There was a simple white lantern lighting the hallway that led to the open floor plan dining room and kitchen. The counters were dark marble, littered with small decorations of meaningless art pieces like seashells and miniature statues. Compared to this, Dabi looked like trailer trash, even when he was dressing to impress (which was just a white tank and black jacket for him).

You decided to make some lentil stew, something Dabi would never choose in a million years, but he tried it for you. He actually liked it, and was surprised when you told him you cooked it, because to him this meal tasted as if it was from a 5 star restaurant. 

The night was filled with chatting about your lives and how different they were. Dabi opened up about his living situation, which isn’t something he did often, but something about you made him feel safe and secure. Like he was already at home (if he didn’t look at the expensive home you actually lived in). 

By the end of the night, you put on a movie and the both of you cuddled on the sectional.

Halfway through the movie, you hear faint snoring sounds coming from the man curled up in your arms. You had to get a picture- someone as tough as him sleeping soundly like this filled your heart with warmth. 

That night you decided a roommate wouldn’t be so bad. 

Victorian aesthetic:

You and your boyfriend have very different lifestyles, and finding a house that matched both of your aesthetics was very hard 

Dabi had your typical “bad boy” look, with the leather jackets and dark tones, while you had more of a Victorian look- the frilly collared shirts and red floral vests. 

When the two of you walked in public, people would laugh, take pictures, or simply look confused. It didn’t bother either of you, though. You liked your aesthetic and lifestyle just the way it was. 

Your house looked like something out of a vampire movie, with dark walls and extravagant carpets in every room, accompanied by a lot of candles, desks with letters, and pipes (for Dabi, of course). The decor ranged from skulls used as paperweights to a grand piano in the entryway. 

Sometimes you would wake Dabi up by playing a gentle tune on the piano, and the smell of coffee would breach his nose from the kitchen. Mornings were quiet, afternoons somber, and nights were filled with laughter and love. 

Dabi loved the way you dressed, although he would often joke about your pajamas, saying you looked like a “sick Victorian child,” with the classic blue striped matching shirt and pants. 

One day Dabi tried on some of your clothing, and he insisted you tried his, to do a clothing swap for the day; everything about it was wrong. You looked silly in his heavy spiked jackets, and Dabi’s hair didn’t complement the brown Cahill hat you gave him, not one bit. Of course, you still took photos and placed them in the photo album you kept. It was cute to look back on previous years to see how much you had both grown, and how the house in the background has gotten more cluttered with antiques. 

The only clothing choice you both shared was long trench coats that nearly dipped into the puddles on the street. You of course had a brown one while Dabi had black, to no one's surprise. 

Dabi loved taking you to cozy cafes for dates, always buying you a pastry and coffee, insisting you needn’t pay him back. One day, you surprise him with a gift you bought from all the saved up coffee money you had; a dog. Dabi had always wanted a dog, and you thought a German Shepard would make the perfect fit. 

He didn’t know how to react. Half of him wanted to send it back because, “it was too expensive,” and the other half of him wanted to one- up you and buy you a ring.

He decided on the name, “Otto,” for the dog, and the next step was giving Otto his very own place in the house. 

You went to the pet store and picked out the most luxurious dog bed encrusted with some gems and feathers; one that matched the bedroom very well. The dog bowls were gold plated and had engravings over skulls and horns on it, which matched the skull bowl decoration in the kitchen. You bought two leashes for Otto; a brown one with spikes on it for when Dabi walked him, and a maroon paisley leash for you. 

Your lifestyles weren’t for everyone, but that was okay. It worked for you and personally, you made a very cute couple.

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Been following you since 2019 or at least 2020 and I would legit give you a kidney if you needed it bro. You have such an amazing talent and thank you for keeping this blog going and gifting the world with your writing

thank you so much!! that's so kind of you. I tend to fall out of inspiration and life gets in the way of writing, but whenever I get a surge I must share with y'all 🫶