summary: another year, another christmas with your family. but this year, you have backup. | hurt/comfort, your family is mean, cursing.
pairing: tomura shigaraki (tenko shimura) x gn!reader
a/n: i know :0 two posts in one week? what’s going on? lmao i kid i kid. this is my christmas present for @redr0sewrites and @unlovablelover !! sorry for ooc i’ve never written for my shiggy before :’(
YOU WERE STRESSED.
nothing was fitting right. this shirt’s fabric was too scratchy, that one was too slippery, that one was too warm - your mom always blasted the heat in her house - that one was too thin, and that one-
“love?” came a familiar, gravelly voice from the doorway of your shared room. you froze where you’d been tossing another shirt to the floor, as if you’d just been caught doing something you shouldn’t be. “are you.. okay?”
after a beat, you straightened, still holding the shirt you’d been about to discard as another reject for the night. “.. yeah,” you mumbled, rolling your shoulders back to loosen them. “just, uh.. trying to get dressed.”
you heard him hum in acknowledgement. you didn’t look up at him; he knew you too well. one look in your eyes and he’d have you figured out.
“i’ll be a few minutes,” you continued, all-too-aware of his footsteps in the carpet as he approached. “if you want to wait in the car, i’ll be out-”
his hand came up to trace the line of your jaw, and you - momentarily - forgot how to form words. he was gentle, so gentle, in the way his fingertips brushed over your skin, coming up to lift your chin so you’d meet his gaze.
at first, you pointedly kept your gaze on his neck. there was a dot of moisturizer he must’ve forgotten to smooth out, which you now wanted to rub into his skin. but then he brushed his thumb over your cheek, and your eyes snapped to his.
tomura shigaraki was not known to be a patient person. not by his friends, and definitely not by his estranged father. but with you? he’d wait forever.
so, he waited for you to explain. the way your gaze kept dipping from his told him you didn’t want him to know, and the mess of clothes on the floor and the bed said enough about your nerves for this dinner. one that you’d warned tomura about a good six times already.
“need help?” he murmured, a slight rasp accompanying his words. he was already dressed; dark slacks, a light blue sweater, and a black jacket he’d probably end up discarding as the night progressed.
you jerked your head to the side. “no,” you muttered. you could at least dress yourself. this wasn’t even the hardest part of the night; if you couldn’t pick out your own shirt, how would dinner go?
tomura hummed, raising his other hand to take the shirt you’d been gripping from you. “well, i think you should wear the blue sweater i got you,” he said. “so we can match.”
you huffed a short laugh. “thought i just said i didn’t need help,” you said, shutting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to meet his. “.. where’s the sweater?”
you knew he was smirking just by the sound of how his lips curved around his words. “under the tree,” he said, pulling one of your eyes open like he knew it’d piss you off. “want to open a few gifts early?”
an hour an a half later, after opening a few more presents than strictly necessary, a mug of hot chocolate, a few too many pictures taken on tomura’s cracked iphone, and a car ride of cheesy christmas carols, you were on the doorstep to your parent’s house. snow drifted down lazily, blanketing the ground and catching in yours and tomura’s hair.
he rang the doorbell, since both of your hands were occupied with the cake you’d made together. inside, you heard music and voices overlapping, which were only amplified as your cousin opened the door, offering a smile and gesturing you both inside.
general chaos ensued once you had entered. from setting the cake down, finding a spot to put both your shoes and coats, finding a spot to sit only to get up immediately to help set the table, following your grandmother’s directions for a few last-minute dishes, and to finally collapsing into your seat at the table beside tomura, who was already watching you with those worried eyes.
beneath the table, his hand found yours, interlacing your fingers. internally, you thanked every deity there was for his presence beside you; it was like his existence just fixed things for you. even the headache that had begun to build behind your eyes was starting to abate. or maybe it’s because dinner had finally begun, and you were free to eat.
which more than a few people took note of.
“my, are you really going to finish all that?” asked your aunt, sitting three seats over from tomura on your left. “leave some for us!”
you felt your cheeks heat as laughter echoed around the room. you dropped the serving spoon back into the pan, suddenly feeling your appetite vanish into the air. you knew she meant it as a “joke”, but really? she had double on her plate!
“you seem to have more than enough already,” came a cool voice to your left, making your attention snap to your boyfriend. his red eyes seemed almost on fire as he glared at your aunt, daring her to drop another comment. “i’m sure half the dish is on your plate.”
silence ensued for more than a brief moment. “tomura!” you hissed, all-too-aware of the looks your parents shared; disapproval. “i’m sorry, he didn’t-”
“i meant it,” he cut in, reaching under the table to set his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your pants. “don’t comment on their food when you’re stuffing your face.”
your aunt’s face was a beautiful shade of cherry red. her mouth opened and closed just like a fish as she tried to find a rebuttal. she was saved by her husband, who asked somebody how their college courses were going, and the spell of silence was broken.
“tomura,” you immediately whispered now that the attention was off the pair of you. “what was-”
“she was insulting you,” he said, the fire gone from his eyes, instead replaced by confusion. “you didn’t notice?”
your heart seized in your chest. he was so wonderful that it hurt. “i- i did, i just mean- we normally just let her say what she wants,” you clarified. hints of that fire began to creep back in, and you quickly turned back to your plate. “this is.. uh.. normal.”
tomura’s hand squeezed your thigh reassuringly. “doesn’t make it right,” he grumbled, lifting a spoon of mashed potatoes to his lips with his unoccupied hand. he grimaced at the taste. “what is this?”
you bit your lip to stifle a giggle. “mashed potatoes, hun,” you said, well-aware your youngest cousin had been in charge of that dish.
“this is a crime against potatoes.”
“a nine-year-old made it.”
“and you didn’t tell me?”
but, of course, your laughter wasn’t meant to last. your and tomura’s smiles caught the attention of your uncle; not your aunt’s wife, but your father’s brother, who’d had six kids from five different one-night-stands, and who all never made it to christmas dinner.
“so!” your uncle said, dropping his fork on his napkin and smiling - falsely - at you and tomura. “how did the two of you meet? i’m assuming at work, since they never go out,” he chortled. his current girlfriend (of three weeks) sat on his right and giggled along.
you would’ve mumbled a half-hearted response if you could’ve, but suddenly everyone’s attention was on you and tomura again. really? and you knew they wouldn’t approve of how you two had actually met.
(you had logged onto fortnite for the first time in years. some of your coworkers had been raving about the new update, but they were still highschoolers, so you’d dismissed it at first. but it’d begun to pique your curiosity, so here you were.
you’d never been a duos player, but you wanted to try it for once. was it easier to win this way?
you matched with some player with the tag kittenlitteryum and classified him as either a middle schooler or a highschooler. but when you joined the voice chat with him, you were pleasantly surprised to hear a much more mature voice than you were expecting.
for the next several weeks, every day after work, you logged into fortnite and played a few rounds with kittenlitteryum. the two of you got to chatting, and you realized you didn’t live all too far from each other.
so, like any self-respecting adult, you set up a day to meet your online friend.
you’d met in a coffee shop a few blocks over from your apartment, just in case he turned out to be a psycho. but, he turned out to be quite normal. and sweet. and kind.
before you knew it, you were crushing on your duos partner. who, as it turned out, was also crushing on you. however, neither of you had the balls to ask each other out, and it wasn’t until you met some of his friends that anything really happened.
“how do you know tomura?” you asked, accepting the mug of mint tea mister compress offered you. he didn’t give a hint about his first name, so you just assumed maybe the mister part was his first name.
he shared a look with a scarred man who’d introduced himself as dabi. “school,” said dabi plainly. “worked on a humanities project in sophomore year and we’ve stuck together since.”
“cool,” you murmured, severely out of practice with making new friends. you’d had your coworkers and your old friends from school for years, never bothering to inch out of your comfort zone. “.. does he only play fortnite?”
dabi laughed. “nah, man’s obsessed with gaming in general. so, are you his fortnite spouse?” he asked, shooting you a smirk. “he never shuts up about you.”
heat rushed to your cheeks. “w-what?” you asked. “that’s- he’s called me his fortnite spouse?”
tomura, who’d been about to enter the room, slammed the door open before dabi could say anything else. “out,” he grumbled to his two friends. “there’s a cat in the alley for you to feed.”
dabi, smirking all the while, sauntered out the door, followed closely by mister compress, who fanned his cheeks as if he were flustered and then pointed to tomura - who slammed the door behind them as they left.
“.. ignore them,” he said after a few beats of silence. “that’s not- i- i wanted to ask you properly, but of course dabi’s dumbass had to go and fuck it up-”
“ask me what?”)
“we met at my work,” tomura said, responding so you wouldn’t have to. “i’m a coffee shop barista. they were in my line, and i thought they were cute, so i gave them my number and we started talking.”
beneath the table, he continued rubbing small circles into the fabric of your pants, soothing your nerves without needing to be asked. you reached down to interlace your fingers with his, thankful for his presence.
“you work at a coffee shop?” asked your uncle’s girlfriend. “in this economy? don’t tell me you’re on foodstamps, too.”
anger boiled in your stomach. “shut up,” you snapped at her. “at least he doesn’t live off of daddy’s money, like someone else.”
“that was rude,” interjected your aunt, who then turned to your parents. “where did we go wrong? i swear they weren’t like this before they moved out.”
“not a clue,” said your father, who was glaring at you. your stomach turned. “they used to be such a good kid.”
before anybody else could add or take from the - incredibly pointless - argument, tomura’s warmth vanished from your thigh as he shot up and slammed his hands down on the table, rattling the dishes.
nobody said anything. his shoulders raised and lowered as he fought to calm his breath, gripping the wood of the table like he’d snap it in two again.
“say another word about my partner again,” he began, his voice low but the threat obvious, “i’ll do a lot more than ruin your precious christmas dinner.”
he shoved his chair out and offered his hand to you. “come on, time to go.”
you hesitated. as much as you loved him, as much as you hated your family, you still felt.. tied here. they were your blood.
“love,” tomura insisted quietly, and you had all the convincing you needed. you hurried to your feet and accepted his hand, and he tugged you closer to him.
“merry christmas,” tomura grunted to your family, leading you out of the dining room by your hand.
the next thing you knew, he was buckling you into the passenger seat of your car. you had no recollection of putting your boots back on, or your jacket, or bringing your cake back, which you saw in the backseat.
“tomura, i can drive,” you protested, knowing he hated driving. especially in the snow.
“shush,” he said, kissing your cheek and shutting the passenger-side door. you watched him as he walked around the front of the car to the driver-side door and climbed inside, adjusting the seat before he started the car.
the christmas carols you’d been playing on the drive over started as the car turned on. they felt unbearably cheerful in comparison to your tumultuous feelings after that dinner party. thankfully, tomura took notice, and he turned the radio off.
“.. thank you,” you murmured. he hadn’t pulled away from the curb yet; his eyes were on you. the fire from earlier had dimmed, and worry was all that you saw. “we can, uh, start heading home now.”
“are you sure?” he asked, reaching across the console to take one of your hands in his. “do you want to talk about it?”
you pursed your lips. “not, uh.. not really,” you mumbled.
tomura squeezed your hand, dropped it to shift the car into drive, and then reclaimed it just as quick.
after you’d gotten home and put the - untouched - cake away, tomura busied himself with cozying up the living room. the unopened presents were set on the coffee table for ease of access, a few candles were lit and filling the room with the smell of cinnamon and peppermint, some cheesy feel-good christmas movies had been queued on the tv, and the blanket collection had been broken out, covering the couch.
he sat you down on your preferred side and wrapped you in two blankets before he left your side, only to return a few minutes later carrying a tray he set on the table; two mugs of something steaming, two plates of leftovers from your christmas eve dinner the night before, and two slices of the cake you’d made together.
“eat,” he said simply, handing you your plate and a fork. his eyes stayed on you as you pushed your food around. “babe.”
“i’m not hungry.”
“your aunt’s a piece of shit. eat,” he insisted. when you still didn’t, he took your fork from you and scooped some (edible) mashed potatoes off your plate. “open.”
you frowned at him. “i’m not a toddler,” you said, jerking your chin away as he tried to force the fork into your mouth.
“you can feed yourself,” he grunted as he caught your face, prying your lips apart with his thumb and forefinger as he tried to force the potatoes into your mouth, “or you can let me feed you.”
you grunted as he pried your mouth open, the pair of you stubborn as a pair of rocks, but he ultimately won.
once tomura had satisfied himself with feeding you, he pulled you into his lap and played the first movie in the queue.
thirty minutes in, tomura finally said something.
“no offense,” he began, which meant he was about to say something offensive, “your family sucks ass. i dunno how you put up with them so long.”
you snorted. “that’s supposed to be not offensive?”
he hummed. “not to you. your uncle’s girlfriend’s a dick. and your aunt. and the rest of your family.”
another laugh squeezed its way out of your throat. “you’re ridiculous,” you muttered shaking your head and cosying into tomura. “.. thanks. for getting me outta there.”
you felt your boyfriend stiffen beneath you. his hand came up to cradle your head, rubbing the pads of his fingers into your scalp.
“never thank me for that,” he whispered into your temple. “also, we’re not doing that again. i’ll change your number if you need me to. you don’t deserve that bullshit.”
your heart squeezed. you had no idea what you’d done to deserve this blessing of a boyfriend, but you were glad you did it.
“okay,” you whispered, hiding your smile in his sweater. “.. merry christmas, tomura.”
a soft kiss was pressed to your temple. “merry christmas, my love.”
please forgive the wall of tags lmao but MERRY CHRISTMAS GANG
cw: reader is having a depressive episode of sorts. Bit on the nose. Mostly comfort, there will be an actual night.reign installment as well. Set in DecayDaddy simulator
wc: 1.7k
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Tenko really is the best boyfriend when it comes to consoling. He doesn’t do it in the typical, conventional way of letting you cry on his shoulder or letting you comfort yourself however you typically see fit. Not to say you can’t cry to him, that’s more than easy for him to do if that’s what you need.
But when it’s the times you lay in bed and stare listlessly at the ceiling, unable to make a decision for anything that you want, does he try his hardest.
He knows it’s bad whenever you can only give him ‘I don’t know’ or ‘I don’t really want to do that, thank you’ as a response to whatever he asks.
He’ll try quality time at first, sitting in bed with you and playing on his switch or steamdeck with his leg touching yours; putting on your comfort YouTuber in the background. Gently probing about dinner because he knows you haven’t eaten today. Making himself something in the hopes you’ll want to snack off of his plate, on days like this, a nibble here and there was enough.
If that proves fruitless he gets you out of the house by mentioning a walk for Mon and getting a few energy drinks from the store. Holding a few of the snacks you indulge in on occasion quietly hoping you’ll react slightly more than a shake of your head or a blank stare while you hold his childhood dog in your arms. Worry starts to creep in then, your lip quivering slightly at the third ‘no’ at an offered treat.
It’s time to go home then, the walk likely a mistake, ever the tossup when it came to a mood like this. His pinky hooked in yours while he holds mon’s leash to keep her from tugging on it in the hopes of getting your attention. Even she whines over you, sticking close to your side even with Tenko’s gentle corrections of, ‘not underfoot. We’ll trip, mon-chan.’
You look down for the entirety of the trek back home, a glassiness to your eyes, likely from the guilt of being unable to ‘just be normal’
He’s quick to put away the drinks he got and unleashing mon once you both return to your shared home. The old but spry pup whimpering up at you, spinning in circles in the hopes to see you smile while Tenko sets up his console in the living room instead of in the office turned game room.
The dog corrals you to the couch and forces her wiggling body into your lap, earning a barely there smile that fades faster than he can blink.
He settles in next to you, booting up the console and tabbing over to the last game played after it’s completed its start up. There’s a feeling of relief in Tenko whenever you lean against him, resting your head against his shoulder and trying to settle closer against him in the couch as he selects the boss he’s going to work to fight.
Silent through the matchmaking process though he sucks his teeth after a moment, slumping further into the couch and it earns your attention, if only slightly.
“What’s the matter, Ten?” Soft, barely audible in your despondent tone. Should you really be worried about him when you feel the way that you do? But it makes him smile, relaxing his brow as he leans his cheek against your crown as you pet over Mon slowly.
“We’re fighting the Equilibrious Beast but they chose Recluse.”
“Is that bad? Does that matter?” You’ve been learning how to play yourself, mostly for the only character you really liked and enjoyed playing, so it made sense you wouldn’t understand at present.
“Recluse is just a mage, the final boss has twenty percent negation to all magic damage.”
You stare for a moment, blink once or twice and mumble, “yeah that’s stupid. Maybe they can find the frenzied eye seal? For madness damage?”
“Maybe,” he gruffs in turn as the countdown ends and their choices are finalized. A wylder, himself as ironeye and the recluse he mentioned, “hopefully their RNG isn’t garbage.”
Usually you’d make a comment about that, bring up your own luck when it came to gaming but you only hum in acknowledgment. A disheartening sound now when usually you were lively and an engaged onlooker and occasional participant.
Mon must sense it too with how she refuses to leave your lap, pressing her muzzle into your hand to encourage you to stroke down her shiny and well kept fur.
Tenko knows, for now, all he can do is simply be around you, someone to lean on like you’ve been for him and others alike.
You don’t watch the screen as the load in begins, gaze unfocused as their nightfarers drop onto the map and sprint for the first camp for easy murk. Tenko loots the chests and chews the inside of his cheek over not even finding a common weapon in any of the chests, only daggers and consumable items. Your attention only garnered whenever you hear the same chime from the game happen multiple times.
“The Wylder wants to go someone else?” Questioned softly, nearly barely audible if you weren’t directly at his side.
“He wants to fight the trolls at the castle like we aren’t under-leveled and the Guardian Golem isn’t right here,” another two pings come through before Tenko growls in annoyance. Pinging the same location for the icon to turn black and he lets you know it’s their silent confirmation to agree to go to the same area, “I’m killing this golem first. Just doing this solo I guess.”
“M sorry ten,” you pout and rub his arm soothingly, tapping his forearm with a ghost of your usual smile on your lips when he fells the great enemy. “Knew you could do it.”
Cheering him on was a start, it meant you were paying attention now instead of locking yourself away in your own mind. Every indication of your attention is subtle and silent after that. Fingers gripping into his hoodie sleeve when he narrowly avoids a thrown pot or drumming your digits along his hand when he dodge rolls out of a heavy attack.
He ends up clearing the castle mostly on his own, the Recluse and Wylder struggling against the final troll, going down after the reviving the other. A vicious cycle until one dies and earns Tenko’s scoff.
“The fire, Ten,” you comment a little louder this time, pointing at the edge of his screen where you can see blue flames creeping over the crumbling castle walls. He pings a church within the closing circle and claims his reward for felling his enemies then sprints to safety.
“They’re going back for their runes,” he sighs, watching his teammates health bar change in hue and gradually deplete. It gets down to a quarter and Tenko expects to see it drastically raise upon consuming a flask of crimson tears only for the downed bar to appear over their character image. He sees the Wylder’s health bar change soon after, going into the fire to assist their teammate only for the Recluse to die before he can get there.
“Lost a level and their runes,” he comments dryly, darting into a camp to slay as many enemies as he could before it was time for the Night’s boss to spawn.
“Uh-oh,” you muse, “they rage quit.”
“Fantastic,” wry as he continues with what he’s doing. Tenko knows the run was doomed from the beginning but they’re stuck in it now. The other random rejoins your boyfriend before long, assisting where he could with clearing the camp and gathering items and weapons.
The ring closes further and corrals them both to where the boss will spawn, first conjuring up smaller enemies to defeat as a prerequisite and free runes.
“Deathrite bird,” he can tell by the enemies that spawn. The Wylder struggles despite the lower difficulty of the enemies, before the great enemy even spawns. “Of course,” growled at the sound of his comrade going down, Tenko quick to release a volley of arrows to revive the teammate just as the boss spawns.
“We took too long,” so now they’ll have to face lingering enemies on top of the boss only for even more to spawn as your boyfriend grinds his teeth, “of course it’s Tibia mariner.”
Two health bars appear at the bottom of the TV, Tibia Mariner and Those Who Live in Death. Tenko dodges and rolls repeatedly, firing off his ultimate art at the ghostly figure in the boat that disappears and reappears across the circle. The audio cue for his teammate going down sounds once again and Tenko grips the remote just a little tighter.
“Aww.. after you just ult’d too,” you frown, far from mocking or condescending as you lean forward, engaged in the battle. Mon moving to the empty cushion beside you but still resting her head on your thigh.
“A Revenant would’ve been great right now,” casually said but it makes you perk up slightly as Tenko dodges in the wrong direction. Staggered by the first attack before the enemy releases two more and downs your boyfriend, signaling their defeat and the end of the run.
He returns to the hold and sells the relics received before placing his remote in his lap and shaking out his hands, “gg.”
The comment makes you giggle, a melodic sound Tenko had found himself missing today like longing for the sun during rainy weather. The tension bleeds from his shoulders and the creases in his forehead smooth away as you tap his thigh, “want me to play? Since you need a Revenant.”
“It would help against that boss if we got it again,” he reply’s nonchalantly, allowing a gentle coaxing in case you talk yourself out of wanting to play with him.
But you get excited, scooping Mon into your arms to retreat to your own room after kissing your boyfriend on the cheek, “on one condition.”
His fingers lace with yours loosely at the first knuckle, “stealing my dog isn’t enough?”
“Never,” you giggle again, the smile finding your eyes this time as well and it warms his chest, “you have to be my Wylder.”
andy's notes: ahhhh i've missed y'all!! getting back into the swing of things (work was hell this week) and hope you like this particular bit of filth while i crack into prompts
content warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, not free of spoilers just by character names alone lol, pregnancy kink, panty kink, oral fixation, brat taming, oral m!receiving, cnc, throat fucking, scent kink, slightly yandere behavior with feathers, size kink
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tenko puts on a pair of your silk panties because he has "nothing of his own left to wear" but he's actually been thinking about how the material would hug his balls ever since he pulled them off you days ago. the silk clings to his dick, dragging over the shaft with a feather-like caress. he groans and ruts his hips into his palm. pre-cum darkens the silk. arousal unspools in his belly and his cock twitches, aching at the fact that your cunt rested here, right where his balls now hang. your pretty pussy lips dragged over this fabric too, leaving your juices on the gusset. he rolls into the mattress, humping your pretty pink sheets. he hears whimpering and whining and realizes it's him drooling out your name into the pillow as he cums harder than he ever has
when you're done being a mouthy little brat, shinsou loves to cup your jaw and sink two fingers into your mouth, the cold metal bands of his rings clinking gently against your teeth as your cheeks hollow, sucking and humming around his digits like the greedy little whore you are. "look at me," he says, tipping your head back and holding your gaze. "keep your eyes on me while i keep your mouth full.''
hizashi loves when you take charge, when you tie him to a chair and stuff your panties in his mouth while giving him the sloppiest head of his life. he ruts his hips up into the delicious hot suction of your mouth, but you hold him down and pull away with a plop. you smear spit and pre-cum over your lips with the head of his dick, smirking when it twitches. you do this for hours, until his dick is flushed dark, engorged and aching, balls drawn up so tight against his body your mere breath against them is torture. when you finally let him cum, he explodes down your throat and onto your lips, a creamy gloss that you lick away after
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keigo gave you one of his feathers for a totally normal reason, he swears - not because he wants to keep an eye on his attractive personal assistant on your off time. it backfires, though, because you know all about his feathers' capabilities. the first time you stroke the feather keigo thinks he imagined it. but no, the more he interacts with you, the more he memorizes your scent, the swollen bud of your lower lip. when he feels you kiss his offering, it nearly brings him to his knees. but he scents you next, the musky sweetness of what can only be your arousal. when he lands on your window sill and sees the feather slipping between your thighs, you merely smile and ask him what took him so long to get there
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Gosh just a little drabble because I’m feeling like thinking about Shiggy rn…
Tomura who is obsessed with idols, but you in particular are his favorite idol.
He’d watch you on YouTube, preforming on stage with the other members of your group. Hitting every single dance move and singing every sweet beautiful note. He’d feel like it was just for him.
He would know all your fan chants and he’d own tons of merch pertaining to your group, but more specifically you. He would practically have a shrine.
Meeting him for the first time would almost be cute. He’d shyly approach you after seeing you walking around the streets of Mustafu on a day off, saying how he loves you and would like an autograph.
Of course you recognize him. You know exactly who he is. He was too blinded by adoration to think about who he was either.
But in that moment, you didn’t care… he was just so… sweet. Nothing like the image of a despicable and deprived villain that came to mind at the mention of the name Tomura Shigaraki.
So you give him your autograph… and you sit and talk with him for a few minutes.
Then thirty minutes.
Then five hours.
You end up following him back to the headquarters of the paranormal liberation front. You follow him through the doors, down the hall, and up the elevator to his penthouse suite at the building.
He is a notoriously evil man. He hurts other people for his own gain. He has killed.
But something makes you stay.
You stay and play video games with him for hours.
You stay as he lays on his messy bed and you play with his ragged hair.
You stay the entire night and wake up next to him. In his arms.
He looks sweet like this… asleep with you. The sun shines on his face just so.
You kiss his forehead and curl back into his chest, not caring where you were for the moment.
Something in you changed after meeting the leader of the league of villains and head of the paranormal liberation front.
You’re used to making people happy.
You want to make him feel cared for.
You want to show him love.
A/N - this man makes me cry I think about him all the time :( lemme make it better smh
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
!!! FEM!READER !!!
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You don't know much about your father. He's practically a stranger. You wished he'd help. But he was never there before so why would he now? Everything now rests on your shoulder.
As if this mystery around him and all the struggles you have weren't enough, one of the biggest criminal in the entire country, Shigaraki Tomura, seems interested in you, or more precisely, your healing quirk.
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Just a lil slow burn I wanted to do with Shiggy Shaggy :3
Warnings: Streamer au, fluff but minors still don’t interact. Initial meeting of streamer Tenko Shimura aka DecayDaddy
╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐲𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
It’s dumb, downright silly actually when you stop long enough to think about it. Utterly comical when you find yourself grinning too wide as you open up the little app you downloaded because some of your friends ‘needed your help with a task’ but who knows how long ago that was now.
Driven by the compulsive need to complete tasks now being your reasoning to continue to venture outside of your comfort zone into more social aspects for the sake of the game.
Because at least if you were going to have your nose in your phone you should at least be getting out in nature as well. Enjoying some outings and making friends.
You never would’ve thought that redownloading Pokémon Go would have your heart racing every time you went to complete your dailies. Or when you got a notification from your favorite username: DecayDaddy.
Swiping over to the ‘Friends’ tab after you’ve successfully accomplished a Field Research for the day. Scrolling down to pointedly ignore his name at the top of your list. Clicking each name, opening the gifts they’d sent you and sending one each back as you take the time to attach the precious little stickers.
Run of the mill Pikachu stickers for the random friends you’d added ‘way back when’ from a Facebook group before deleting your comment so you wouldn’t have to deal with the unending friend requests.
A Mudkip to one of your coworkers that still plays, a Sylveon to your friend you're sure only still opens the app to help you out (bless their kind souls).
Going down the list until you’ve caught up with everyone that needed them for the day and barely making a dent in the collection you have.
Leaving him left as you swipe back up to the top. Running your palm down your face because it was ridiculous really, maybe even a little insane, to be this fond of someone that you aren’t entirely sure who they might be.
Finally clicking on his username to open his gift and see one of the newer stickers attached to the postcard, a trio of oddish smiling and leaping over one another with flowers abound.
And you aren’t an insane person, not really, you swear.. well okay, maybe just slightly. But you can assure that specific sticker pack costs ten in-game coins because you like to collect them yourself, so it has to be special right? That’s what you do with them anyway, save them to send to your friends.
But you’re prone to overthink, the inner monologue beginning to run away from you but you can’t say that it’s far from completely logical this time. It was deranged to think someone you didn’t know, added randomly through a post on social media (even if the group was locally based) was flirting with you through stickers on virtual postcards.
Shame sits heavy in your gut then, shrinking within the covers of your mattress. Flipping over onto your side while you pull the covers high as if to hide yourself away from the sunlight seeping in through the slivers of your blackout curtains created by the fan in your room.
Groaning to yourself before just selecting your least favorite sticker of all the packs; the awkward looking, poorly drawn Marill while it spews water. Locking for phone as you shove your face into your pillow to give yourself one good groan before you get ready for the day. No real plans besides tidying up around your home and maybe a few non-pressing errands when your phone vibrates and screen illuminates the dark fabric of your silk pillowcase.
Turning over and holding the device away from you, screen waking to a banner from Discord for a friend request that nearly puts your heart in your throat.
Decaydaddy has added you as a friend
Sitting up as you frantically fumble to unlock your phone because of course the facial recognition doesn’t want to work in the lowlight. Tapping in the wrong passcode twice with an annoyed scowl to pretty features before you open up directly to the notification screen of the app.
You know it’s him because you can recognize the profile picture from his personal profile on Facebook but the similar handle to his Go account helps as well.
Who uses their actual picture on discord anyway? scoffed internally. Your own icon saved for whatever anime character you favored or kinned that week personally.
You’re thankful he does though, otherwise you would’ve denied his friend request and wouldn’t have received his subsequent message afterward.
DecayDaddy: I was right, I figured your handle would be the same as discord.
Your heart is racing, face warm with the rush of blood that roars in your ears because it should be a red flag that he found your discord from an app you can’t even communicate with one another from but it excites you.
Makes you feel stupidly giddy because maybe you weren’t completely delusional to think you were flirting back and forth based on stickers attached to postcards.
DecayDaddy: None of my friends play and you’re actually pretty close by. Do you want to meet up today to do some of the tasks for that dumb ‘a route to new friendships’ one?
Okay so maybe you were a little delusional, cheeks and chest warming with a burning shame before your phone chimes with another discord notification.
DecayDaddy: We could grab something to eat too, my treat. For helpin me.
Exhaling a breathless laugh as your rub the sides of your forehead, giving yourself whiplash but you’ll take this as a win. Hopefully you can actually flirt pretty normally without your trusted ‘cute’ stickers. Sending back a quick, ‘sure no problem! I’d love to help, just let me know where I should meet ya and when’ before resting your phone on your abdomen face down. Throwing your arm over your eyes as you collapse back into your nest of pillows to stare up at the ceiling.
Waiting a few moments before you get another message, assuming it’s from your mystery man.
DecayDaddy: No cute sticker today?
Ha. Maybe not so delusional after all.
You: Tomorrow 🤞🏽
But tomorrow is a relative term, you’re never going to get there, especially if you continue to let your anxieties get the better of you.
Truly you should consider it self preservation, what person in their right mind would feel wooed over a complete stranger finding their discord the way that he had?
Well, besides someone like you of course because you were the one flirting with him through stickers on a game about digital creatures you capture while wandering aimlessly for them.
It doesn’t stop you from messaging him frequently though, thankful he’s considerate and far from pushy. Tenko, you learn his name to be, isn’t one to spam either but the conversation continues with mutual interest; branching from just typical pleasantries or sticking solely to talking about events within the game.
Telling you about how he works from home and codes for a living as well as streaming in his free time. You even check him out, subscribe to his channel, he has a decent following for someone that doesn’t do it so seriously. He was exactly who he said he was, pictures matching the video he sometimes displays while doing ‘let’s plays’ with a few friends who stream a bit more legitimately and have a larger following.
The most notable names being Dynamight and ChargeBolt, prominent YouTubers and Twitch streamers with a subscriber count well into the millions for each of them individually.
Which makes talking to him a little daunting despite how down to earth he was. Simultaneous nervous and giddy energy flooding your system the times you do discuss getting a chance to meet up to complete a few research tasks in the game.
Somewhat noncommittal with the time, tasks that could be done at any point that would take a few days to accomplish anyway. Discussing the ways you both play the game in the mean, Tenko likes to collect strong pokemon albeit the unconventional type. Atypical to the ones most people see in local gyms like Dragonite or Gyarados, though he does have those.
But somehow he had the strongest little sandslash you’d ever seen, especially for only being a level 34. Typically doing trainer battles with it, a Milotic and a Sylveon and mostly emerging victorious.
While you typically liked to collect shinies, possessing a decent amount more than he had. Over a hundred, several being each stage of a Pokémon’s evolution as well as multiple shinies.
You: I’ll trade you one when we see each other, you can have the high cp one, I have two that are pretty close in level.
Promising a few trades so he could complete a few tasks that required taking a snapshot of a legendary that didn’t appear in raids anymore.
And it isn’t until one of the days you decide to head into the city for some of the raids, an impromptu announcement in the form of a dropdown bar earning your attention.
Rescue Mewtwo from Team GO rocket in shadow raids during Raid hour. Starting now! 💥
Groaning about taking a trip sooner than expected but you weren’t lucky enough to get a shiny mewtwo the last time he was in raids and you won’t miss it now.
Item bag packed full of premium raid passes so you can battle until you earn your prize. Glad many others covet the same one so the battle parties were full and participating in the raids wasn’t a headache.
Joining in one after the other as you walk from street to street, gyms lining the prefecture all with countdowns to the next battle and ones until they ended. Each party so full that the game would automatically divide the amounts so everyone had a chance.
You sit and wait on a bench away from the small clusters of other people, not too keen on speaking with so many people when you just wanted one thing before heading home.
Waiting and watching the timer tick down before the raid starts when a dropdown notification from Discord appears.
DecayDaddy: Are you using a remote raid pass for Mewtwo?
Glancing between the text and the timer before tabbing out to his chat.
You: No, havin to venture out into the great unknown all alone like a heathen because I have no friends to invite me 😔
Smiling at the silly tone you imbue into the text, that you hope he can hear because he’s heard your voice in a handful of short calls or voice memos. The soft expression you wear gradually spreads into a full blown grin when he texts back a short ‘look up’.
You’re quick to comply, squinting from the sun but you’d recognize those starlit locks anywhere even with the dark hood pulled over the stylishly unstyled mop.
Giving him a tentative wave but not moving from your spot as Tenko cuts through the little crowd around him and crosses the small courtyard to join you.
“Better hurry, time's almost up,” calling in a half yell the closer he gets and it’s criminal how the upward quirk of the corner of his lips makes the beat of your heart hasten. Near skip in its steady rhythm when he widens the length of his stride instead of breaking into a half jog, closing the distance between you with ease with just a few seconds to spare.
Standing directly in front of you and seemingly intentionally obscuring the glaring sun with his figure, giving himself a halo of light. The thought makes you feel silly, clearing your throat after you swallow because there’s no reason a near perfect stranger should enrapture you with such ease.
“It started,” his voice breaks the slight reverent stupor you’d fallen into, blinking up at him in confusion before scrambling for your phone with a curse. Nape of your neck feeling warm and with Tenko inadvertently providing shade you can’t blame it on the warmth of the sun's rays.
You’re just thankful he doesn’t make any comment on it, standing up as your Pokémon spawn in to battle the boss. Quick to defeat it with the oversized raiding group, giggling with a cute little cheer when the stats appear at the end and it tells you that you’d been the one to deal the final strike.
Missing how Tenko’s cool rubies rake up and down your form while finding your actions cute before paying attention to his own screen.
Eyes widening when he sees the flare of sparkles when his prize appears on screen to be caught, a little stunned because he’d never been very fortunate in catching any shinies. Tossing his ball and only tilting to look at your screen when you groan in disappointment.
“I’m gonna have to find another one to battle, it wasn’t shiny. It was strong though! Almost thirty five hundred cp!”
His brows raise, cocking his hip bit as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. Quiet for a moment as you take a moment to spin the gym, stopping you before you can pocket your phone.
“I can go with you if you want, do a few until you catch one,” offered so simply and calmly you almost declined. The beginning’s of a polite ‘you don’t have to do that’ on your tongue when he continues, “or we could just get something to eat together instead, like I offered before. Mine was shiny so I could give it to you.”
Again you think to refuse, tell him you could earn your own like he’d gotten his but as he stares at you realization starts to set in. A warmth creeping into your chest and up your throat at the notion and how maybe you’d been a bit oblivious.
“Wait, are you asking me on a date?”
“For the second time now,” he sounds so blasé about it, like he’s talking about the weather when he turns on his heel. Ready to head down the street to one of the many restaurants lining the block. Craning his neck without turning around when Tenko sees you aren’t following, “are you coming?”
“Depends,” you start cutely, rolling your lip between your teeth to fight the cheeky smile as you take a few steps forward. Pulling out your phone to shake it at him, leaning forward to tilt into his view, “are you really gonna give me your shiny?”
He chuckles at that, a breathy sound that floats on his exhale as he resumes his stride when you fall into step, “only if you trade me the strong one you got.”
