Postcards, Ca. 1908

Postcards, ca. 1908

Shigaraki Tomura x Caring Male Reader

LIGHT TW: low self esteem Shigaraki :,(

Im very jealous of Tomura in this chapter- this entire thing is just fluffy self care- you’re taking care of your boy! Like a little spa day- except it’s at two am.

Also ignore the fact that there’s no read more- I’ll add it later when I am not using my phone.

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Honestly, a lot of people were surprised when they started seeing you and Tomura together. You were a ray of sunshine (albeit laid back and apathetic), but bright none the less. You cared very deeply about everyone- especially your boyfriend Tomura, who was the biggest idiot you knew. He’d work all day and then play video games all night, only taking small breaks to nap or eat instant noodles. He also had a nonexistent skincare routine, which was really bad for his eczema, and you knew that. He did too.

It was two am. You’d woken up to the sound of Tomura’s keys clicking on his keyboard- and you knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing video games instead of sleeping next to you and giving you cuddles. You blearily sat up, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the desk he usually sat at, and low and behold, there he was, hunched over like a shrimp and aggressively typing on his keyboard. Probably yelling at someone over chat or something of that sort. You got up slowly, giving him time to finish his round. It was good to do some form of skincare while he was distracted like this, and you’d take your opportunity while you could. He barely even noticed you coming up behind him and beginning to brush his hair back out of his face, using a hair tie you kept on your wrist for these situations to tie it up in a loose ponytail. You kissed his forehead, and he finally acknowledged you with a little hum. You smiled down at him, leaving to get some skincare things. A good face mask, some lotion (specially prescribed for his eczema) even two cucumber slices you got from the kitchen to put on his eyes when he finally put down the game and realized what you were doing. You also snagged his chapstick from his jacket pocket, which was hanging on a hook on the wall (you’d bought the chapstick for him after seeing how bad his lips had gotten, and he only accepted it because he wanted your kisses to feel nice.

When you came back, you found that he finally got off of that game and was just sitting on your shared bed, waiting for your return. You smiled to him, happily walking over and pressing your lips to his, even with how chapped they were. You liked kissing him no matter what.

“You do realize how unnecessary this all is, right?” He commented, looking up at you with flaky eyes. The skin around his eyes and mouth was always kinda crusty.

“I’m a villain, I’m supposed to be scary.” You made a ‘tsk’ noise at him and gently pushed him to be laying down.

“You’re plenty scary Tomie, but you need to take care of yourself too. I promise, your quirk is enough.” You nuzzled both of your noses together. You knew Tomura was kind of insecure about his villain image- as your boy was small and scrawny in physical build, because why work out physically when anything could die just from simply brushing up against his fingers? You sat back up, already opening the container which contained the semi-liquid mixture of the face mask. It smelled like fresh cherry blossoms and was specifically for moisturizing and taking bacteria out of the skin- perfect for Tomura’s skin. He actually became quite pliant and relaxed while you put it on his face, only scrunching up a little when you got close to his lips, eyes or mouth. When you were done, you wiped off your hands and left the face mask on Tomura, plopping on the cucumbers too with a giggle. He just snorted softly, amused by your happiness to take care of him.

You picked up the lotion from next to Tomura, squirting some onto your fingers and picking up Tomura’s hand, beginning to rub it in. He stiffened a little. He was always nervous about you touching his hands, even thought you were being very careful, and only moisturizing one finger at a time. You comforted him by giving his wrist a small squeeze, slowly kneading the lotion into his palms. He gradually relaxed again, and you would’ve thought he was asleep- but his fingers weren’t twitching like they did when he was, so you could tell he wasn’t. You moisturized both hands, along with his neck (which you dabbed and rubbed at very gingerly as to not hurt him) before simply laying next to Tomura as he relaxed with his face mask.

Twenty minutes later and you got up to get a cool, damp washcloth, gently wiping the stuff off of Tomura’s face and taking the cucumbers off. His face was nicely relaxed, and his eyes fluttered open when the cucumbers were removed, whitish eyelashes batting against his cheeks when he blinked. You smiled down at him, gently dabbing some lotion onto his face and spreading it around, making his face crinkle.

“This seems like a lot of effort..”

“An effort worth having.” You hummed, rubbing his cheeks gently. He smiled softly, making his cheeks puff out perfectly to fit in your palms.

“I just don’t think I deserve this.”

“Oh Bunny… you deserve the world.” You smiled down at him, leaning down and pressing your lips together. That chapstick ended up not being needed, as you spent the rest of the night cuddling and kissing, just softly pressing your lips together. Over and over and over…

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char-the-human

1 month ago

is this a masterpiece???? with 9 notes???????

The head bonk is their version of a kiss

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char-the-human

3 years ago

me buying a pitbull mr worldwide live laugh love tapestry from amazon isnt going to single-handedly ruin the planet

there is no ethical consumption under capitalism babe. if you want to buy a funky lil thing that makes you happy, do it! the world is to depressing already, so dont be ashamed to provide yourself with a little happiness

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char-the-human

3 years ago

Andrew Garfield on his phone at the oscar’s