“Touya-nii” Just Kill Me Omfg

is he not the cutest thing ever?!

note: none of the art is mine

my little baby shiggy is sooo cute

I like the idea of a canon compelling fanfic where Tomura keeps sacrificing things for the LOV and none of them notices at first how those things are getting bigger and more meaningful with time.

Until they all survive the final war and Deku tells them Tomura is dead— he did all he could do to destroy AFO in Tomura's own body, so the man that ruined his life can't ruin his friends anymore.

The idea of them looking back and seeing all the signs... How obvious it is now that Tomura is gone and be has become the villains' hero. How much it means to them and how bad they want to reject it because they want him alive, but they'd never spit on his biggest show of love.

The irony of All Might thinking that he was the doomed-by-the-narrative hero, but Tomura has always been the sacrificial lamb. The only choice he made is to whom he wanted to be a hero for.

WHAT YOU DOIN IF THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS PULLS UP WITH THE GLOCKS 🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️

"Thank you for your hard work" illustration from My Hero Academia animator Anna Yamaguchi.

what actually happened when Bakugou got kidnapped, maybe

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕

➛ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You lose a bet with Tomura and have to either pay him money that you don't have or sneak into to a game convention with him... while cosplaying a character of his choosing.

T. Shigaraki x AFAB reader, suggestive language, death mention

➛ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was more fun than I thought it was going to be... so ofc I have more to this >.>

'𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'

╰┈➤ tomura shigaraki x reader

synopsis; he sleeps better when you're closer, and you don't want to leave him alone after the lights are off <3

Tomura had a habit of slipping his hand under your shirt. It was a simple gesture he found himself to enjoy a little too much - where he'd crook a single finger over to hold the fabric of your shirt before he slides his hand across the mounds of your stomach - laying his palm flat against your tummy as he felt the soft skin underneath

He didn't know why he enjoyed it so much - maybe it was the fact that he could actually hold someone so close to him and not destroy them. It was odd - hearing you giggle and tell him how ticklish the feeling was of his cold hands dancing across your stomach

How many people has he reduced to nothing with these cursed hands? Far too many. He'd expect any regular person to jerk away from his touch - to want to be as far away as possible. Yet here you were, placing your hand over his as you kiss the mole under his lips.

"Stop that! I told you I'm ticklish there." You whisper quietly, keeping your voice low to ensure nobody around you and Tomura awoke

Everyone in the League was forced to sleep in the same room tonight due to the terribly small hideout you all had found last minute - your sleeping bag ended up near Tomura's eventually, you were just too stubborn to sleep without him near you. He groaned quietly when he saw your grinning form standing over him with a pillow in hand - but he rolled over anyways, letting you slip into place beside him.

"Shut it. You're the one who came over here anyways." He mumbles, slowly circling his fingers over your skin as you reach your hand forward - brushing the hair falling onto his face and covering his eyes as his gaze catches onto you

"You're so weird." He mutters, before enclosing his arms around you and forcing your head into his shoulder as you muffle out a laugh - he tries to hold you there so you can't see the blush spreading across his cheeks from your previous gesture, locking his legs around you as you thrash against him

"Let go you freak!"

He tightens his hold, biting down gently on your shoulder and only further proving your point

He can't help but let that familiar slanted smile of his slip when you pout, rubbing the spot he bit with a quiet whine

"Freak." You mutter again, letting out a yawn as you lay your head against his shoulder - playing with the hem of Tomura's thin t-shirt as he watches you quietly

He sees the way you so freely lean into him - embracing all he had to offer with a tenderness he'd never experienced before. He almost wanted to kick you off - tell you to get away from him because you were being so naive and cuddling up against a monster. But a part of him has troubling believing he truly was a monster when you touch him so softly.

"Something wrong?" You whisper, delicate brows pulled together in concern as you gently tap his nose - he swats your hand away with a grunt before wrapping his arms around you again - this time, he makes sure to let his chin rest atop your head

"No."

The way he says it lets you know he has more to say - and you wait patiently, smiling against his skin as he finally lets out an annoyed sigh

"Why do you only sleep with me sometimes? Why not all the time? It's not fair. You're such a prick." He mutters, avoiding your gaze as you smile softly - gently poking his chest

"You're the one who says it's my fault you get no sleep when I- "

"But I like it that way!" He groans, growing frustrated as you sigh thoughtfully - tapping your chin with a hum as he furrows his brows

"I suppose I'll start sleeping with you every night. Only because you're whining like a baby."

He glares - but the look on his face resembles more of a pout than the threatening demeanor he was aiming for, and you laugh quietly

"Don't call me that."

"Mhm. Baby."

His face flushes when he hears your teasing tone - and you adore the absolutely priceless look in his eyes

"Go to sleep." You emphasize, nuzzling yourself back into the space between his neck and shoulder as he slowly wraps his arms around you - his body was tense as he muttered a quiet goodnight.

His hands carefully find the familiar bottom of your shirt - and he gently lifts the edge, sliding his hand up and over your stomach and never further as you drift off to sleep.

You and the League of Villains are hiding out in a warehouse. Come night time, all of you are lying on the cold, hard floor trying your best to fall asleep.

Spinner notices you having a particularly hard time getting comfortable, so he offers you his scarf to use as a pillow.

You snuggle up with it and eventually fall asleep. Meanwhile, Spinner is a blushing mess as he watches you sleep with his scarf.

King. King. King. 🌹

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