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poppy-thatcher · 1 year

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Just a Dream (Tomura Shigaraki) - Pt 2

Chapter 1

A/N: This is an obvious continuation of my "what if" story for Shigaraki, the villain I prefer over all the rest. Though, if you saw my drafts you'd think I'm obsessed with Dabi. Something about him is incredibly easy for me to write about. My longest stories all circle around him. And stories like this one even have him as a pivotal character. It's probably because I write him immensely out of character. Part of me believes, and I'll say it here in this chapter too, that Dabi is someone completely different behind closed doors. I think once you legitimately gain his trust he'd be incredibly loyal. But anyhow...

And then, suddenly, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Reading the first chapter will probably help, but I suppose it's not necessary. I can't make you do anything you don't wanna anyways. 😂

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but this is very real. And if you keep spouting nonsense I’ll decay you without a second thought.”

“Why… why am I tied up? What is even going on?!!?” I said, trying to calm down and be rational, so I could try and figure out how to wake from this damned dream.

“Someone found you in the common room of our hideout, passed out. No one knows who you are, where you came from, or if you even have a quirk,” he quickly spoke, his gruff voice sounding completely done with our conversation. “We put a quirk-stopping cuff on your ankle for everyone’s protection.”

“I…” and I exhaled, unsure how any of this information would be taken, “I don’t know if I have a quirk either. And I’m not sure how I even ended up here. Shigaraki, there’s something strange going on and I don’t know how to explain it to you because I don’t fully understand it myself.”

“How… how do you know who I am?” worry laced clearly in his voice.

“Where I come from, you’re a villain… in a tv show. I wait every handful of months for the anime to be released. And then I binge-watch it with my online friends. You and your gang of misfits are not real, in my world. I just… I don’t understand how the hell I got here. This… has to be a sick joke. I’m high off my ass at home, or I hit my head. No doubt something stupid happened, I’m sure.”

And then, without warning, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt. The red in his eyes was so very vibrant. I couldn’t focus on anything else.

My mind switched gears when I finally noticed how angry he was. Panic set deep into my bones when I recalled what happened to people who made him angry.

“Your quirk is decay. You work closely with Dabi, Toga, Twice…, and a few others. Kurogiri takes care of you and the gang. I swear, I’m not trying to do any harm to you or your cause. I just… I want to go home.”

Shigaraki smirked, his scar catching my eye.

My heart fluttered, knowing very well that his smirk couldn’t have meant anything good.

“I hope you know that isn’t happening. You know too much. You’re just going to have to hang out with the league until we can figure out what the hell is going on with you. I’ll undo your wrists, but don’t make me regret doing it. Understand?” he asked, watching me closely.

I nodded my head and took a deep breath in.

True to his word, he loosened the restraints and set my wrists free. I quickly took them in my hands, rubbing the red marks to offer some form of relief.

“Thank you, for setting me loose. I know this is a lot to take in. But I promise you, I’m the farthest thing from your enemy.”

His eyes stayed trained on me, scrutinizing my every action, I had to look away. His crimson gaze made me blush, forcing my face to feel overly hot.

Are we seriously blushing at a time like this?!? Get it together, idiot!

The door swung open quickly, cutting through the silence of the room, as Dabi pushed it haphazardly while leaning against the door frame.

“Well hello there, gorgeous,” he smirked, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.

“Shut the hell up,” Shigaraki said, rolling his eyes and pushing past Dabi, intentionally knocking his shoulder with his own.

I smirked, seeing Dabi in all his glory. My best friend would have completely lost her mind at the sight before me. He was every bit of handsome that she always claimed he was. It wasn’t that I didn’t agree with her, I did to an extent. Those vibrant turquoise eyes were even more alluring in person. But I was fatally, head-over-heels, infatuated with Tomura Shigaraki.

He stepped up to my side, like an animal stalking its prey, and leaned into my personal space. The smell of freshly stoked fire and pine mixed in the air. I didn’t back down from his advances. I had my theory that Dabi was really easygoing when he was alone. If my mind was playing tricks on me, I had to have the courage to see if I was right on this one thing.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in our place?”

“I’m not from your world.” I said unmoving, watching him under my eyelashes, waiting for his next move, “And I’m not falling for that charm either.” I smirked back at him.

He smiled nice and big, his pearly white teeth on display like the Cheshire cat, letting you know he was up to trouble.

“Playing hard to get?” he asked, his index finger tracing my collar bone that was on display.

“Nope. you’re pretty and all… but Shigaraki is more my type,” I said, being honest.

“Good one.” he chuckled, looking at me from under his eyelashes. I didn’t laugh. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Dead,” I said, smiling at him.

“No shit. Wow… he should shoot his shot. You’re fine as hell and he should be so lucky that someone is looking at him like that in the least bit. The boy needs to get laid sometime this lifetime.”

I couldn’t stop the words that flowed freely from my lips. Dabi was a deeply traumatized character. And this vengeful path wasn’t going to lead him to any sort of peace. I needed him to stop everything now before he got too far.

“You should stop the villain work,” I said to him, making his eyes stop trailing over my body and meet my gaze, “You’re going to get severely hurt… and I don’t want to witness that.”

“Does your quirk have to deal with the future?” he asked me, quickly.

“I don’t know if I even have a quirk. Where I come from, this world is merely a tv show. Something made for everyone’s entertainment. If this is real, and not just some stupid dream of mine, the path you're on won’t end well, Touya. I need you to be safe. This road… it won’t lead you to safety, it won’t lead you to peace.”

His cerulean eyes met mine in a stare so beguiling that I lost all air in my lungs. My heartbeat felt as though it was pounding in my ears as I quietly stood, awaiting his next move. He cleared his throat, nodded, and walked out of the room, leaving me standing by myself.

I exhaled what little air I was afforded, wondering what possibly compelled me to say his real name. I had known better. I had seen, firsthand, the sort of scene that unfolds when everything goes down between him and his father. I knew what that name meant to him. And yet I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.

Maybe, just maybe, it was in part to make him believe me. To allow me the luxury of having someone here that I could confide in. Someone who believed the words that flew effortlessly from my unguarded lips. My typical loneliness was something I wasn’t going to get over. Not even in my dreams could I pretend to be someone who didn’t seek comfort in making any sort of connection.

As my mind wandered, overanalyzing every little detail I said to Dabi, a voice cleared in front of me, breaking me from my task.

“Your room is this way, miss.” Toga said, smiling brightly to display her sharp canines and lead me to a room not far from where I was located.

She swung the door open and pushed me inside, guiding me to the lone bed that was the center of attention.

“It’s not much. But we can gather you new things as we go.” And she shuffled back to the door, “I’ll bring you some towels and some necessities for your bathroom.”

“Thank you,” I said slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling like this dream was far too real to wake from.

“Sure thing.” And she closed the door behind herself as I sat, contemplating my next steps.

It wasn’t every day, or ever, that you got thrown into one of your favorite anime shows. Having to make the best of a bad situation seemed a little daunting, even more so when the company was a little less than inviting.

I took a deep breath in, pushed myself back into the bed, and lay down closing my eyes tightly. More than ready for this dream to end and for my mind to wake in its rightful place.

Chapter 3

#tomura shiragaki #tomura x y/n #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #mha x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #league of villains #lov #isekai #turning him into the hero #because his backstory broke my heart into a million pieces #and I'll never get over it #he wanted to be a hero #tenko shimura

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mossybunni · 5 months

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Playing around on pic crew and created what I envision an older Lethe would look like since we've done some return visits to our first campaign characters. Fifteen years has passed between now and the end of our first campaign, putting Lethe at 40.

She went gray rather young and is a bit more mellow (age, marriage, and a routine to life will do that to you I guess). I also assume she started wearing a patch over her missing eye at some point and wears a lot of high neck shirts to cover the rather deep scar across her neck. Please pretend her necklace is Eldath's holy symbol; she's cultivated a wonderful relationship with her patron as the years have gone by.

All in all, the woman is glad to be at peace, living a quiet existance running an inn with her wife and being Eldath's favorite.

#dnd character #dnd oc #Lethe Kelda #listen i have a fondness for this particular oc #and i'll never get over it

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deanwatchingscoobydoo · 2 months

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when the topic is supernatural (2005-2020) i can't fathom for the life of me how the fuck they thought that killing dean winchester was gonna be a good move they could've given him a wife and kids living behind a white picket fence at least he would be alive but no they killed the gay angel then they killed the bisexual hunter and put a $1,99 wig on the tall guy

#i'll NEVER get over it #BRING DEAN BACK TO ME #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas

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sealsdaily · 1 month

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Today's Seals Are: Big Wet Smooch

#seals #pinniped #daily #I'll never get over seal kisses why do they do it so often #mod ribbon #baikal seal #Actually i think i remember a video of baikal seals being trained to kiss each other?...but ive seen them do it themselves before #phocidae

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wardingshout · 4 months

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Zelda goes mushroom girl

#tloz #a link to the past #zelda #link #my art #I was happy with that first one but for some reason decided it still needed a companion piece so I spent way too long on that second one...#I don't think there was any time during the progress where I was happy with it but hfduhdfu at least I got to Attempt drawing moss hell yea #I also at some point sat in Pyu's art stream and said I enjoy drawing legs As I was being murdered by the infamously impossibe (imo) squat.#it's ok I had fun !! but I need to learn how to let doodles be doodles or I'll never finish stuff at this rate dfsuhfd #if everything in my tloz tag looks like it was drawn by different people uuuh 2023 was art crisis year ngl......#I'm falling back into my old ways rn though #anyway I think about these two a lot I think they're both stone faced and awkward ppl in different ways but they try rly hard to be friends #like I like to think it starts out so incredibly awkward and a bit sad bc they keep stepping over each other's toes accidentally the harder #they try but idk they find comfy middle ground idk in my brain they have a very interesting friendship I wanna get around to drawing it #in a proper way that might make sense....#if I don't write 200 tags I will die maybe it's bc I grew up on dA or smth #and yes I know how to find 1 (one) type of mushroom /I/ am not mushroom girl unfortunately smh

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messrsbyler · 1 year

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you. yes you, person with rejection sensitive dysphoria. this message is for you. your friends DON'T hate you. they aren't mad at you. they aren't talking behind your back or wished to cut their friendship with you. they love you and treasure you and they are good people who wouldn't hurt you like that! ok, that's all. have a nice day.

#this is for everyone with RSD... except for me #my friends do hate me and do think i'm a burden in their lives and they do wish they had a way to let me know they don't wanna be friends #anymore but they feel pity so they never do #... this is a joke that turned too real and too dark too soon #it'll get better #anyhow this message will self destruct in-#i'm all over the place my brain is being mean to me i'll go to bed ugh #nic posts #and drowns in self pity for NO REASON #i'm going to kick my brain's butt #ok ok bye #rejection sensitive dysphoria #rsd is a bitch #rsd things

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lost-time-memery · 7 months

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I really don't wanna see anyone talking about Betty as if she was a "poor little misguided girl" that had to sacrifice her whole life for a man.

She was her own character and made her own decisions during the whole show! Yes, jumping through the portal basically doomed her life, but it was HER DECISION.

I'm not saying it was a good thing for her, being impulsive and reckless is a very consistent flaw to her character, as well as being passive and inattentive to her self destructive behavior was a flaw to Simon! Their relationship had flaws like any other would, but they loved and admired each other the exact same amount! (Simon went back in time to apologize and say goodbye to her, while Betty refused to accept his loss and tried to go back in time to change the future, he was more willing to let her go AT FIRST)

I'm also devastated that Betty got such a tragic ending, but the important thing is that SHE ACTIVELY CHOSE HER FATE. And she did not regret it.

SHE CHOSE TO STAY WITH SIMON AND NOT GO ON THAT TRIP

SHE CHOSE TO JUMP THROUGH THAT PORTAL

SHE CHOSE TO TRY TO FIX THE CROWN EVEN WHEN SIMON BEGGED HER TO STOP

SHE CHOSE TO STAY BEHIND AND MAKE HER LAST WISH

(I'm also a little bit disappointed with the fionna and cake finale, the way they handled Simon's character development was kinda underwhelming, but seeing people treat Betty like the ultimate victim makes me a lil bit upset... SHE WAS SUPER PROACTIVE)

I'm not trying to romanticize her toxic traits, being this obsessed with someone is not healthy, but at the same time... In a show with world ending monsters and interdimentional beings and telepathic war elephants, the fate of the world in both AT and FaC depending on a normal human woman that just loved someone SO MUCH is so beautiful...

It's PAINFULLY bittersweet but also immensely true to the nature of human beings. 🥲

#adventure time #fionna and cake #betty grof #simon petrikov #petrigrof #simon and betty #I'll never get over it #this show broke my heart in a million pieces #I'll have to draw Simon getting smashed by the whole cast to cope #😔

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nocek · 8 months

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ipad baby reinvents a poke the bear game :P

#mayday parker #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #i'll never get over the fact that his suit is kinda a lcd screen #thus a bit glowy #plus all the extralines that remind me of tron circuits that I'll forever love #but aside that #and the terrible gif quality #be prepared for more terrible gifs #because I want to draw other spiders with mayday :3 #she is so cute >w<

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inkskinned · 3 months

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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.

#nosebleed club #sorry stephen not ur fault #just like. thinking #writeblr #spilled ink #warm up #every time nat is like - oh let me get that for u #im like .... this is a trick right like ur gonna be mean now bc u did something nice rn #so obviously if ur being nice now either u did something mean and im about to learn about it #or you're going to BE mean #or ur gonna hold this over my head forever and i'll never get a nice thing ever again?#and every time nat is like .... babe i just actually like u #lesbian jesus story is 100% real btw. she also told me not to be an event planner #literally changed the shape of my life

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