Can You Write A One-shot Were The Reader Is Mike Wheelers Twin Sister And She Gets Nightmares After The

Can you write a one-shot were the reader is mike wheeler’s twin sister and she gets nightmares after the battle of starcourt so one night she goes to mike’s room in the middle of the night to wake him up because she’s so scare and she doesn’t want to deal with her nightmares on her own? Tysm ❤️

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Also I changed it slightly

┄ 1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK [2]

➥ Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞!

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, angst ;), toxic relationship, breakup, manipulation, language

➥ word count: 1.2k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 1 Step Forward 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo

Bakugou's Pov

Once the door slammed behind me a painful feeling settled in my chest. And I hated it, it was worse than any injury I'd ever had. Nothing compared to this.

I had no particular destination in mind as I drove, I just needed a minute to be alone with my thoughts, I didn't mean any of the shit that I said back there, I fuckin' loved Y/N.

My grip on the the steering wheel became stronger, making my knuckles turn white. A deep sigh left my throat, I knew that I would have to face them again.

I took a left and pulled into an empty parking lot so that I would be able to turn around.

The drive back was worse. My heart ached as different scenarios of how this could turn out played in my head.

We could just work this out, and I would make sure I changed for the better

Or it would end up with them leaving me for good.

My faced pulled into a frown at the thought of the second probability. No, that won't happen, I'll make sure of it. As soon as I get home I'm going to apologize, and make sure this never happens again, because I love them too fukin' much to lose them.

Once I pulled into our driveway I quickly got out of the car and semi-jogged to the door. After unlocking it I quietly walked inside.

"Y/N?" No reply.

maybe they're sleeping. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time, it was currently 10:55. I mean it would make sense.

As I pocketed my phone I walked towards out shared bedroom and turned on  small lamp that was near the door.

My heart picked up the pace one I saw they weren't there. Bathroom, they have to be there.

I walked further down the hallway before I stood before the bathroom door, "Y/N?" I asked while I knocked gently on the door. "I'm coming in alright?" I waited a moment for a reply, but got nothing.

I opened the door enough to fit my head in, after looking around the aching feeling in my chest came back. But now it was stronger.

"Y/N!" I was shouting now, my heat was pounding in my chest. My brain was only producing negative thoughts as I looked through our whole house.

After looking in the bedroom once more I noticed something i hadn't before. Their stuff was gone, all of their clothes. Everything.

My heart had dropped, I walked back in to our dining room where the fight we had lass then half and hour ago took place.

And that was when I noticed a single piece of paper and a black velvet box on the table. My chest was pounding, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over and I put everything together.

With teary eyes I picked up the note and read it.

Bakugou,

You know how much I love you, and how much I always will. Bit I just can't keep doing this anymore. The relationship we used to have was so full of love, but now it's all gone. And neither of us can bring it back no matter how hard we try. This is the only option, and its the best option. For the both of us. Don't try to contact me. Take care of yourself Bakugou.

Love, Y/N

Tears rolled down my face, I had really done it this time hadn't I. They were gone and it was entirely my fault, my pride and ego got in the way of the only relationship I've ever cared about.

Sobs left my lips as I read the letter once again hoping this was some kind of sick prank, that this was their way of getting revenge on me.

"Haha Y/N. Very funny! You cam come out now!" My voice broke, I knew this wasn't a prank. It was real, this was my punishment.

But the worst part was that I fully deserved it. I was the downfall of us, I was the one who pushed them aside, I was the one who made them leave.

"I'm s-so sorry." My voice was barely above a whisper, sobs racked my whole body as I sat in the chair that Y/N sat in earlier.

Memories flashed through my head.

The first time I met them at U.A, our first date and the many others that followed, when we moved in together, and when I proposed to them.

I had the rest of our lives together planned out, but I didn't plan for this. But how could I? We both thought we would be together forever.

But I guess we were both wrong.

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⚘ Brother!Billy Hargrove x f!sister reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, season 4 spoilers, references to death, ANGST(I cried writing this oml)

— word count: 0.8k

Inspired by: Heroes by Peter Gabriel

The world around me felt quiet as I walked away from the car, towards the quiet field. My head for once, was quiet. There were no thoughts of regret, guilt, or even anger for what happened that night at the mall.

The folded piece of paper felt weightless in my hand, though it held the heavy thoughts that have been stuck in my head for months, the months that were spent without him.

I stopped walking when I reached the headstone I dreaded seeing again.

BILLY HARGROVE

MAR 29 1967

JUL 4 1985

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

My heart felt heavy once my eyes read the headstone over, even though I had it memorized since the last time I saw it.

His funeral.

I sat down in front of the neat headstone, swiping a few leaves off the bottom of it. I looked down at the paper in my hand for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not I actually wanted to read it.

A heavy breath left my body before I decided to unfold the paper and read it, besides if death was going to come so soon why not clear my head first.

Dear Billy,

I know that you hated me, since the very day I was born you only saw me as a problem in your life. And for a really long time I felt the same way.

But I realize now that I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

But if someone told me a year ago I would be sitting at you grave and grieving over your death, I would think they were mental. Because why would I mourn you? The only thing you have ever done for is take me to school, hell sometimes you didn't even do that. You would ditch me for some hookup.

But I realize now you did so much more foe me, but I just never thought to notice.

Whenever I would do something that I knew dad would get mad about, you always somehow managed to get into bigger trouble, or start a fight with him. You made sure that I never had to deal with him, or the the things he would do if he found out.

I always thought that I would spend my entire life hating you, but what do I know? I just learned that I may die in less that 24 hours, so I just going to stop assuming I know anything thing anymore.

But the worst part about all of this is that I want to be able to not care that your gone, to keep living my life like you weren't killed by some monster from another dimension right in front of me.

I keep thinking back to that day, thinking that I should have tried to get you to change your mind about saving El, thinking that I should have been the one to have taken your place.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much as missing you. Maybe you would still be here, and everything would be right again.

But I don't have powers like El, I can't fix this, I can't go back to that day and take your spot, and I can't change what dad did to you.

I imagine that if you were still here, nothing between us would have changed. Or, maybe it would. Maybe we could have been friends, like a real brother and sister.

But your not here, and nothing can change that

I'm sorry.

I'm so so sorry Billy.

Love you shitty little sister, Y/N

I let out a heavy breath, folding the paper back into it's original form and shoving it in my pocket.

I wiped the stay tears that managed to escape my eyes before standing up to walk back to the car, but before I took a step, the sky around me turned dark.

I looked around me, everything was the same, just darker.

"Hey Y/N." It felt like I was just stabbed in the chest as I heard Billy's voice from behind me.

I slowly turned around, my eyes met with his grey eyes, the eyes that I haven't seen since he died.

Tears slowly fell down my face, the only thing I wanted to do was run up to him and give him a hug, tell him everything that I wanted to say but didn't get the chance to.

He stood there, he didn't move.

But a small smile formed on his face, and he opened his arms, he opened his arms for me.

A sob escaped my mouth, my heart felt so heavy in my chest, I didn't know what to do.

He walked towards me, and the closer he got the more my heart hurt, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be able to be held in my big brother's arms for the first time.

So I let him get closer, until he had me in his arms. He felt so warm as he held me tightly, I cried into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

I was finally with my big brother again, and I never wanted it to end.

Even if it now meant that I had to join him in death.

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┄ DO I KNOW YOU?

➥ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: amnesia, hospitals (idk if this need to be a warning or not)

➥ word count: 1.1k

It wasn't meant to go this way, but it did. And there was no way anyone could fix it this time. The boy that you spent over 8 years loving was gone and there was no guarantee I would ever get him back.

"Hey Y/N I've gotta go, there's a villain in the city and I was just called in." The greenette called out as he slipped into his hero costume.

After his years at U.A He had finally managed to work his way up to being the number 1 hero, and you couldn't be any prouder of the boy. After all you had been with him through most of it.

You were the one who kept him going, but you didn't know that until he had proposed to you 2 years ago.

"Alright, be safe love." By now Izuku was fully suited up. You walked over to him and engulfed the man into a tight hug.

"I know, I will love." He said, and gently placed a loving kiss on the top of your head.

You both smiled at each other before he walked out of the door. Of course you had full confidence that he would be okay, but something in your gut was telling you otherwise.

You felt like something was going to go wrong.

You merely brushed the feeling off and started to work on the papers that you still needed to finish before your business deadline.

Sighing and you leaned back in your chair, you took a mental break. It had been over 3 hours since Izuku left, usually he was able to get things like this handled in under an hour, maybe an hour and a half. But this was new, and it was making you nervous.

That feeling that you had earlier began to creep it's way back into your head, but this time it was harder to ignore.

"No, he's fine. He's dealt with something worse than a simple villain on the street. He is fine.

After taking some time to reassure yourself and sort through you thought, a buzz interrupted you.

You moved to pick up your phone, looking at the unknown number you almost didn't pick up, but something in your gut once again told you otherwise.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Midoriya?" A females voice sounded form the other end.

"Yes, this is. May I know who is asking?" My eyebrows were slightly furrowed in confusion.

"This is the Hosu City Hospital. We are calling to let you know that your husband Izuku Midoriya has been in an accident. He is currently in stable condition, but he is currently asleep." Her voice remained calm on the line.

I was the opposite. My heart was beating again my rib cage, my brain was thinking a mile per minute. I was frozen.

"Ma'am? Are you alright? I know this may be a lot to process, but you need to stay calm, like I said he is going to be alright. I promise you." Her voice was different than it was earlier, it was softer as she tried to comfort me over the call.

I let out a shaky breath, "Yes I'm alright, thank you." I politely said before ending the call and gathering a coat, my phone, and the car keys.

I needed to see him.

Please be okay. Please be okay. God, please, please, please be okay.

You ran through the hospital department after being directed by the receptionist at the nurse's station. Everything was blurry in your teary eyes. Everything was white and made of steel and smelled like antiseptic alcohol; your nose was burning from it. Your heart was burning from the blood pumping through your body on an adrenaline high. Your lungs were burning as you tried to find the air to breathe.

After running through the bright white hallway, you finally made it to the room you were looking for. The heavy wooden door was closed, and you were scared of what you were going to see behind it. You lifter you hand to the handle, and released a breath before you pushed the door open.

Izuku was laying in a white hospital bed that was slightly upright. His eyes were closed with a bright white wound dressing wrapped around his head. His hair look just as messy as it usually did. His chest rose and fell with calm breaths, just the sight of him breathing gave you a small sense of relief.

"Izuku...." You quietly dragged the single chair in the room next to his bedside, trying not to let your face fall anymore than it already was as you shakily reached for his hand with both of yours. You laced his fingers with yours, almost afraid you were squeezing too hard, and intertwined your fingers with his.

You brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a small kiss, you knew he was going to wake up. Many different people had told you, but you were still so scared you were going to lose him. He was your other half, he completed you. And if he left, you would only be left as a shell as your former self.

Without realizing it, tears had fallen from your eyes, you closed your eyes hoping to get any kind of escape from the nightmare you were forced to call a reality.

A few hours later, you woke up with a sore back, slumped over in your chair and still holding onto Izuku's hand. You lifted your head from the side of his bed and looked up only to see him staring back at you.

Hope spread like little butterflies is your chest, "Izuku..?"

He was looking right into your E/C eyes with his beautiful green ones, you had always loved his eyes. They were your favorite part of him, they always showed what he was feeling, happiness, determination, sadness. But right now, you really wanted to look anywhere but his eyes, but they no longer looked like they held the love had had for you in his eyes anymore. No, now they were dull.

"Izuku?" You voice was small, the air that surrounded the both  you was so thick and cold, that it gave you goosebumps.

Usually when you were anywhere near the man, you felt warm and fuzzy. But now you were cold and scared, he was so close to you, but at the same time nowhere near you.

"Do I know you?"

And you were right. He wasn't anywhere near you.

Because he had forgotten you.

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hi can u please make an imagine based off of the ‘dear billy’ episode where the reader is billy’s biological sister? (same age as max)

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⚘ Brother!Mike Wheeler x f!sister reader

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— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, mentions of blood, semi-gore, fluff

— word count: 1.0k

Ever since the battle at Starcourt, sleep has seemed like a distant memory.

I turned to my other side on the bed, an uncomfortable groan left my body. I closed my eyes once more to try and at least get a peaceful hour of sleep, but whenever I tried all I could see were the events that happened at the mall.

I threw the blankets off of my body and laid on my back. A heavy sigh left my mouth, as I closed my eyes once more.

Sleep finally started to take over my mind and body, but before I fell fully unconscious my left hand moved to hold my right arm, the scar from the night at the mall still remained.

The next thing I knew, I was asleep.

JULY 4TH 1985  ─ STARCOURT MALL

My chest heaved up and down from all of the running I've been doing, fear and adrenaline rushed through my body as I finally found a spot to hide in. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that this was all a dream, that I was going to take up any minute now safe in my bed.

But it was real, it was so real.

A loud crash sounded right next to me, I quickly placed my hand over my mouth, making sure no sound would escape and alert the mind flayer of my whereabouts.

Tears escaped my eyes as a thousand thoughts flooded my head. Is Mike okay? where are the others? when is this going to be over? will we all make it out of this?

I kept my eyes shut until the desk I had been hiding behind had suddenly been flipped on top of me. A scream ripped through my throat as I felt the bone in my arm snap. The pain burned in my arm as I realized that not only had the bone been broken, but had also pierced through my skin.

Hot tears fell from my eyes, much like the blood that now seeped from my my arm. My breath was sporadic, is this how I die?

A loud thud sounded to my left, my eyes shot open and I looked to my side to see who or what it was.

The fear in my body doubled as I saw that it was Billy, he was moving the desk off of my body, he was trying to get to me.

I panicked, I tried as hard as I could to get away from him, the pain in my arm doubled with every movement. But I couldn't stop, if I did I wouldn't only have to worry about my arm, but also what Billy would do to me if he got the chance.

I used my left arm to shove my body out from under the ruble, but it was no luck I was stuck with no way out.

The weight on my body suddenly lifted as Billy shoved the largest piece of the desk off my body, I got up as quickly as I could to get away, but a hand grabbed my injured arm, and pain shot through it.

"SHIT." I screamed as I leaned my body into Billy hoping to release the pain he was causing to my arm. But it only made matters worse.

Now he had my entire body in his grasp, I once again tried to maneuver my way of out, but he had a tight grip on me, and he wasn't going to let go.

"Y/N!" I heard someone shout my name, I quickly looked to where the voice came from, Mike.

A loud screech sounded before I was able to respond. The mind flayer.

I had completely forgotten about it, too busy dealing with Billy. It had looked in my direction then Mike's, and it ran towards him.

No, no, no, no, no. "MIKE! RUN!" I shouted as loud as I could, but before I could say anything else Billy covered my mouth with his hand.

I kicked my legs In fear, and now anger. I watched as Mike ran to a new hiding spot.

Before I could make another move, I felt something hot run down my chest, looking down my heart stopped.

The mind flayer had pierced my chest with one of its tentacles, everything started to go dark. Billy finally released my body, I slowly slid down against his body.

Then it all went dark.

NOVEMBER 5TH 1985  ─  WHEELER RESIDENCE

"Shit!" My eyes shot open, and I quickly sat up. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes.

I looked at my arm, the scar seemed to burn like it did that night. I covered it with my other hand as I brought my legs up to my chest as cried.

I looked up when I heard the gentle creak of my door, My heart sped up as I saw the shadow of someone.

It walked towards me, and as it did I saw that it was someone familiar, Mike.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing, I didn't want him to see me like this, I didn't want him to see me falling apart.

I was so busy trying to calm myself down that I didn't notice he had sat next to me on my bed until I felt his arms wrap around me.

"It's okay, you're okay." His voice was soft as he held me in his arms, calming me down.

"They won't go away." I cried into his shoulder, he seemed to know what I was talking about because he held me tighter

"I know, I get them too." I continued to cry in to his shoulder as he spoke once more.

"They're never going to go away, but we can work through them." He rested his head atop mine, "We can together, I promise."

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