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babyyweebbitch · 2 years

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slashers with a fem! s/o like Mileena

so i got bored and decided to make a slasher version of the yautja with a fem! s/o like mileena.

trigger warning: gore, blood, cannibalism,

disclaimer: i do not own or claim to own Mileena, mortal kombat, michael myers, thomas hewitt or bo sinclair. this is simply a fan writing for entertainment purposes only

**here is mileena (for those who forgot)**

michael myers

the way you both met was you beat him to a group of people before he did. you both were watching the group but you were faster in both getting and killing them. you took note of the man standing there and decided to toss him one of the peoples arm’s assuming he was hunting them because he was hungry, you gathered a few of the peoples limbs and teleported away just as fast as you came. michael was interested in you now and now he wouldn’t stop searching for you for the next two months. when he finally sees you again he kinda picks you up (after you get done clawing the fuck out of him) and takes you home. he basically kidnapped you — congratulations

after dating michael for a week or two michael found out very interesting details about you, that you weren’t human and that you’re actually way stronger and faster than him which surprised him. he went to grab you since you were trying to leave so you can go to tarkata or wherever it is you go. you managed to body slam him on the floor and hold your sai to his neck saying “you cannot keep me here against my will. remember who is stronger here”. michael two things right now — genuinely flabbergasted that you did that, nobody dared to do that to him and he’s even more attracted to you. now he never dares to stop you from leaving (mainly because you’re the only person who can actually kill him if you wanted to)

he hates whenever you go to tarkata or the other realms to do your work. not that he’s not supportive it’s just he’s scared that what if one day you don’t come back? what if you die or you decided you wanted to leave him and used tarkata as a hiding place from him. please reassure him that you’re not leaving him

there are times you ask him to go to tarkata with you, to meet the people there or help you fight in the other realms. he always says no because he doesn’t wanna leave Haddonfield, he’s never really left haddonfield because it’s all he’s known his entire life, he’d feel weird if he left

there was one time he accidentally walked in on you eating someone in the basement, this was the first time he’s ever been weirded out by something for one of two reasons. you were absolutely going to town on that person or he’s never witnessed/done cannibalism before. now he will never try it 😀

thomas hewitt

the way you both met was you actually had been living in his workspace for about two months before he finally discovered you, you were eating one of his victims like you haven’t eaten in 5 years. you two kinda stared at each other before you offered him a piece of the victim. he had no idea what to do. should he tell luda may? should he kill you? should he let you stay there? after a while of thinking he finally decided to let you stay

over the next few months you and thomas grew close and you stayed in the basement since it was nice and dark and nobody besides thomas came down, he let you have whatever the family didn’t eat (like the guys, brains or whatever went bad and they couldn’t eat). next thing you knew you were dating and now it was time for you to meet the family. Hoyt was being hoyt saying how you’ve been living in the house for almost a year rent free while Luda may was actually happy there was another girl in the house.

you are the only one who can shut hoyt the fuck up and everyone is glad but when you aren’t there they threaten hoyt with “don’t make me call Y/N and have her knock some sense into you”

you come and go as you please, now that you’re apart of the family you can run errands for Luda may whenever she doesn’t want to. she always gives you a list of things to get from the store at from the city like “whenever you get back from takin care of your business, please get the stuff on the list for me?” you always come back with way more than she says not that they’re complaining. they also don’t try to stop you after you almost killed Hoyt for actually grabbing you and saying you can’t leave. (top 10 near death experiences)

bo sinclair

the way you two met was the traditional “i need gas” situation but you weren’t driven up by Lester like usual which threw bo off for a second. you were trying to live a humans life for a bit so you can get away from your normal tarkatan/edenian lifestyle. you wore a mask to hide your teeth and normal human clothes to fit in. you walked into the gas station and asked for gas which Bo obviously said the pumps didn’t work and that he can take you to his house to get some. never in your years of life did you think you were gonna be asking for gas in a old town like this. he took you to the house and this is when shit went the complete opposite of what Bo wanted. his plan was to lure you into his house so Vincent can kill and make you wax but you outsmarted the both of them. after finding out what you actually were Bo thought he wouldn’t have to kill you but he could keep you so you can help around the town and help with luring victims into town or getting supplies for him in the city (this was longer than expected-)

after a year into being at Ambrose and helping around you and bo got close and started dating, when you first left ambrose to go back to your normal life of fighting and killing to survive Bo was genuinely scared that you actually didn’t go to tarkata and was convinced that the cops were gonna come and find out their secret. when you actually came back with no cops he was one, relived and two confused. that was your perfect chance to rat them out but you didn’t. he asked “why didn’t you rat us out…?” which you responded “i wouldn’t rat you out, i’d just eat you and burn this place to the ground” bo literally sat there like 👁👄👁

just like how you’re the only person who could body michael myers in one second, you’re the only person who can withstand Bo’s anger issues, bad temper and can actually shut him up whenever he’s yelling and breaking stuff. you also protect Vincent alot too even though he doesn’t really need it’s he’s been dealing with Bo’s horrible temper since they were kids but you think it’s not fair that vincent can be minding his own business and then bo is getting bad at him and picking on him.

you’ve tried to get Bo to go to tarkata with you but he said he doesn’t wanna leave ambrose unattended, you always suggest Vincent or Lester can do the work for you while you both are gone. you actually kinda convinced him to go with you once and oh lord this man almost got mauled the first 5 minutes of being there. you had to keep him next to you at all times or else Bo would be dead and Tarkatan food. after you two got back he said he’s never leaving ambrose again

✨bonus questions!✨

their favourite thing about you?

michael: the fact that you can body him every easily. not many people can do that because he’s stronger than an average person

thomas: your beauty. he can’t seem to take his eyes off you whenever he’s not busy. he’s so in love with you that he’s gonna drown in it

bo: the way you hold him whenever he’s not feeling okay. i have a headcannon that whenever Bo breaks down finally he wants to be held, it reminds him of how his mother would hold him on rare occasions. you hold him like you’re protecting him from the world (mainly because you are in a way)

their favourite activities to do with you?

michael: going out on hunts. he likes to see you in action and likes to watch you kill, it’s one of his favourite things to do

thomas: cuddling. thomas is a cuddle bug whenever he can be with you. with how your lives are (especially you) you two barely have time to just lay down and cuddle like you want to

bo: teaching you how to work on cars/work at the gas station. for bo working at the gas station/working on his car is a way to escape reality which is why whenever he’s done being angry he goes to the garage and works on cars. this is amazing for the both of you because you’re curious and he’s happy to teach you

if they go to Tarkata, what would they do?

michael: if he didn’t know how strong tarkatans were and how fast they can body him he’d try to kill one. but since he knows this information now he’s going to stay close to you and not fuck with anyone after meeting you he learned his lesson (surprisingly😀)

thomas: he most likely won’t go, after meeting you he couldn’t imagine how the other species would react to a human being there. he’s kinda glad you didn’t kill him and his family

bo: poor man almost died the first 5 minutes of being there, in tarkata they didn’t fuck around, if you even talk to one of the people the wrong way they won’t hesitate to fuck you up. so after that experience the entire two days you were there he didn’t leave your side at all, he actually held onto your arm or shirt just incase (this man was TRAUMATISED. it’s safe to assume he’s not gonna go back any time soon)

✨ bonus yautja (bc i didn’t do his in the yautja part): his attitude wouldn’t change at all but he would be extra cautious around them, he knows he can handle himself so he doesn’t really need to always be with you but he stays with you whenever you are exploring just in case

yay i finally finished it! 😎😎 it took a few hours but i did it! — nova

this is not proof read

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writinginthedarkwood · 3 years

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Werewolf! Kirishimia Eijiro: A New Meaning to Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it.

No warnings, fluffy and cute.

"You've got to be kidding me, not this again." You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight's plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he's claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn't be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He's so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don't mind, if only he'd just open up.

You decide that enough is enough, you're going over there and you're going to put an end to the lying! He's going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro's house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You're so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It's kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It's large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.

Another text pops up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby." You rolled your eyes. It's just past 10pm! You're not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he's hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.

He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He's putting on hiking boots this late? "Hey! You're awake!" You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. "Babe what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. "You have to go baby, I'm really embarrassed! My stomach is-" "Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!" You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. "I knew I would get here and see you're not hunched over a puke bucket!" He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He's such a large man, he's practically a wall he's so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.

It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. "I'm sorry honey, but you really can't stay here tonight. I need you to head back home." He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn't budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. "Oh I'm sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I'm interrupting?" You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.

Eijiro looked panicked. "Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!" He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. "There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you're my soul mate." He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. "Well then what is it...?" You whined a bit, it's getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. "Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?" You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he's staring down at you with a look of panic. "That's crazy why would you even say that?" He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. "What's wrong? I was just joking. It's not like I really believe you're about to start howling at the full moon." Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn't think of what to say. "Right...?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "It might be a little bit like that." He scratched his head.

You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. "I- I'm going to go to the bathroom." He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He's obviously having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. "Hey honey, why don't you come out so we can talk about this? It's okay if you didn't want to go out because of money..." You leaned against the door. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes." He's so wonderful, you don't think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.

The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. "Babe are you okay?" You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. "What the fu-" Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. "You're a dog! Oh my god you're a dog!" You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He's huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. "Are you in there babe?" The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. "Hey! No bites!" You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant.

The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you've seen puppies do right before they-

He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. "Wait!! Down boy! Down!!" You shout. He's already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. "No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!" You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it's a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. "Are you kidding me? What is with you?" You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. "You sit!" Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like." Eijiro's large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. "You just need to burn some of this energy off."

You can't help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall, staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let's go-" He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. "Let's go outside and play you big goof.

"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro's house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it's nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven't hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You're amazing!" Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.

"Alright let's see if I can hit it a little farther."

Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that's not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.

Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don't really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we've said it before, but I love you. I think you're my forever person." He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. "I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn't scare me, or weird me out." You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. "If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I'll do it. I've got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends." You smirked, thinking you're pretty funny. That'll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you'll save that for later.

The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn't meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He's much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can't stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. "Oh man!" He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. "I'm so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!" He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. "Are you alright my love?" He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine. I'll be a little more hungry today, but it's no big deal." He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. "Thanks for staying with me all night." "Aw come on, it's no big deal. You're... a good boy." You teased while ruffling his hair.

"Hey!"

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dauntless-gothamite · 3 years

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Prove Them Wrong [5/?]

Fandom: Divergent Pairing: Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/N is a Dauntless transfer from Erudite, and she has a drive, an ambition that sets her apart--it always has, even back in Erudite. She brings her perseverance (and need to prove others wrong) to Dauntless when she transfers, and she uses her mind to make her way through the initiation process. Along the way, she makes friends and enemies, and she finds herself comfortable around the man most people in Dauntless avoid at all costs: Eric Coulter. A/N: I am so glad people are enjoying this so far! I am having a great time writing it, and I am excited about the chapters that are yet to come. I’d love if you let me know what you think of this new chapter, but no pressure, enjoy!!

The next morning, as all the other transfers ran laps, you made your way to the infirmary for physical therapy. When you got there, the doctor who had stitched you up the day before waved at you in greeting. “Hello, Y/N, how is the leg doing?”

“Better than yesterday,” you replied with a small smile.

“Glad to hear it,” she replied. “You’ll be working with Andre today, he’s one of our physical therapists,” she said and pointed to Andre, who was standing a few feet away and waved.

“Alright, thanks,” you said and started walking towards Andre. “Nice to meet you,” you said and stuck out your hand.

“Likewise,” Andre said and shook your outstretched hand. “So the program I have designed for you focuses more on keeping your leg muscles engaged without running the risk of tearing your stitches open more than recovery because the injury is serious but ultimately, it is just a deep laceration.” You nodded in understanding, and he led you over to a stationary bike. “For the next half hour, you are going to ride this bike. I want you to work your leg muscles and cardio system, but do not put more strain on your legs than necessary, the last thing I want is to tear those stitches or for your leg to start bleeding. Here is a set of headphones that hook up to the bike’s electronic system; I know riding a stationary bike for half an hour can get boring, so feel free to listen to music while you work. I’ll come get you in half an hour, but you can call me over at any point.”

“Sounds good, thanks,” you said before getting on the bike and connecting the headphones to browse the music selection for a little while before settling on an upbeat song with a strong bass beat. Then you got to pedaling.

You were sweating--not as much as you did during regular training, but you were still getting a good workout in--when the thirty minutes ended. Andre walked over to you and helped you get off the bike, and it took you a second to adjust to the solid ground beneath your feet. “Good job,” Andre said. “It really seemed like you were pushing yourself while still respecting the boundaries set by the injury. That’s smart, if you keep this up, you’ll probably heal quickly. Most dauntless go all out and reinjure themselves, so it takes even longer to heal. But I see you have some brains, a good quality for future dauntless.”

“Thanks,” you beamed at him.

“Y/N,” someone said, waving you over from the entrance of the infirmary. You turned to see Four standing there, and you furrowed your brow; you were supposed to be at physical therapy for another half hour before going back to the training room.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you walked over to him, Andre right behind you.

“Eric changed the plan, we are working with crossbows today instead of fighting, and since you can participate in this, I came to get you while he explains what's going on to the other initiates,” he explained. “Although, perhaps leaving them alone with him wasn’t the best idea,” he said, half-joking, earning a smile from you.

“Alright, let’s go then. I’ll see you next time, Andre,” you said to the physical therapist as Four walked with you back to the training room. “So… what’s up,” you said to fill the awkward silence that settled between you and Four as you two walked. He looked at you, amused.

“Oh, you know. Training initiates.” You laughed at his bluntness.

“Right,” you chuckled. “So, why did Eric change the plan?” you asked cautiously.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Four shrugged. “Though I suspect it has to do with the fact that he’s particularly… grumpy today, and he probably wants to shoot arrows at someone.”

“Well, that does sound like a very real possibility,” you agreed, and the two of you reached the training room to see Eric walking up and down the line of initiates holding crossbows and aiming at targets, aggressively yanking them into the correct positions, yelling all the while.

“Finally,” he snapped as you picked up a bow and walked to the end of the line, lining yourself up with the target. You closed your eyes to prevent yourself from rolling them at his comment while he continued roughly moving arms and legs of different initiates, sometimes making them wince in shock, surprise at the force, pain, or all three. When he got to Tris, who was right next to you, he looked her up and down, moved her arms, and said “Back straight, initiate! With that posture, you’ll shoot yourself in the foot, assuming you even get the arrow out of the crossbow!” He waited for a second for her to move, but he quickly became frustrated and yelled to Four, “Four, you deal with this one, I’m going to catch Y/N up, since she has finally graced us with her presence,” he said sarcastically. Tris made eye contact with you, and you knew she was wishing you luck, making you smile a bit.

“Alright,” Eric said, turning to you. Turn sideways, aim down the line, legs shoulder distance apart. Don’t lock the knees, but stand straight. Non-dominant arm straight, other arm pulls the string back once the arrow is notched, pulling with the middle three fingers. Pull the string all the way back to your ear, look down the line, and shoot. Go,” he said, stepping back and watching with crossed arms. You took the stance Eric had described as well as possible, and Eric’s hands landed on your hips, turning them just the slightest bit. Then, as quickly as they had landed there, they were gone. “Same thing as with the punch, initiate. The angle of your hips matters; it’s where your legs and torso connect, so there’s a lot of power there. You can use your core to help your arm pull the string back further, allowing you to aim better and send a more forceful arrow.” You nodded, notching an arrow, pulling back, and looking down the arrow towards the target. Without hesitation, you released, and the arrow landed mere millimeters from the bull’s eye. “Good,” Eric nodded, walking away.

As you reached for the next arrow, Tris said, “What the hell just happened?”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Eric. He made us run fifty laps, then he changed up the plan and told us all to take an archery stance. Then, he walked up and down the line, pushing and pulling people into the right positions--I think he almost sprained Al’s shoulder! And then, just now, he just… what, turned your hips? No yanking or bending at unnatural angles or anything!”

“It’s probably just because I got injured yesterday and he doesn’t want to reopen the wound,” you shrugged.

“Maybe,” Tris said with a sigh. “But still, that was… weird.”

“As opposed to the way Four helped you?” you countered, and she blushed. If she thought you hadn’t noticed the way Four had helped her by taking a softer approach than Eric, she was in for a surprise.

“It’s better to try and get into a position you have a hard time with when you exhale,” she defended, knowing you’d heard Four’s suggestion of a quick breathing exercise.

“I know,” you smirked.

“Ugh, let’s just get back to shooting,” she said, and you laughed.

“You two, shut up and get shooting,” Eric’s voice called out, quieting your laughter and causing both Tris and yourself to fall silent. You both made eye contact though, took aim, and released your arrows at the same time, each sending a swift arrow into the center of your respective targets, pride for both yourself and your friend rising inside of you.

“Ten more minutes,” Four called out. “After that, you will retrieve your arrows, put your equipment away, and get to lunch. So give it your all!”

You took a deep breath, and each arrow you shot for the next ten minutes was aimed with extreme precision, resulting in a pretty crowded center of the target when Four called for everyone to stop. It also made the job of retrieving arrows easier since they were all in one area, which you were grateful for as you pulled each one out of the target.

As you and Tris walked over to the storage cabinets to put your bow and arrows away, Will and Christina jogged over to you guys, having already put their stuff away. “How was physical therapy this morning, Y/N,” Will asked as he came to a stop.

“It was good,” you replied, “I just rode a stationary bike so I could get a cardio workout and engage my leg muscles as well as my core in a more controlled setting.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded in approval. “I’m glad it went well. The rest of us had to run around here fifty times!”

“So I heard,” you said, still surprised at the number of laps your friends had run that morning. “And this one here,” he put an arm around Christina’s shoulders, “was one of the first people to finish!”

“Congratulations!” you said with a smile to Christina. She had set a goal for herself to improve her cardio, and it would seem she had reached it. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, blushing slightly at the contact with Will. “So, wanna get out of here and grab some lunch?”

“That sounds great to me,” you nodded, ready to go.

“Y/N,” Eric said loudly from across the room as he strode towards you and your friends.

“Yes?”

“Before you go, I want to take a look at your leg; there’s a first-aid kit in here and I want to see if it needs cleaning seeing as you sweat earlier. The last thing I need to deal with is an infection.”

“Alright,” you said and walked over to the bench, your friends following you. You rolled up the leg of your sweatpants, and thankfully, the wound didn’t look too irritated.

Nodding, Eric said, “It looks good, but make sure to clean it well later. Use soap and water, and halfway through the day or between workouts, I would recommend disinfecting it.”

“Is there anything I can use now? Just to be safe?” He nodded and grabbed the first aid kit from a shelf on the wall, opened it up, and grabbed a hydrogen peroxide wipe.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. “There is also some cream here which you’ll be glad to have once you feel the sting of that wipe,” he said, handing you some ointment.

“Thanks,” you said as you ripped open the hydrogen peroxide wipe and cleaned the wound.

You hissed as it stung, and Eric sounded further when he said, “Told you,” since he was putting the kit back. You grunted in acknowledgement, and after wiping the area down, you put some of the ointment on, which was a much nicer way of keeping the area clean. Then, you rolled down your pant leg, stood, and made to toss the ointment back to Eric, but before you could, he said “Keep it.”

“Thanks,” you said, surprised as you pocketed it. Eric simply nodded.

“Now get out of here,” he said, “go eat lunch.” And with that, you were swept out of the training room by your friends.

“So, we missed you at dinner last night,” Christina said as you and your friends sat down at a table in the dining hall. “Although I totally get that you had other things to worry about. You did get to eat though, right? We wanted to save you some food, but it was pasta night, and everyone had to fight just to get their fair share.”

“That’s sweet of you guys,” you said. “Four tried to do the same thing, but he was too late. “Luckily, Eric had a backup plan.”

“Oh my god, did you eat dinner with Eric?” Tris whisper-yelled, making eye contact with Christina, whose jaw was hanging open.

“Yeah, last night was a lot. I waited in his apartment while he got me some sweatpants, which are really comfy, and then he got back and made ‘low-carb enchiladas’ for dinner.”

“Of course they’d be low-carb, Will said, rolling his eyes.”

“Were they good?” Christina asked.

“They were so good,” you nodded.

“How was the company?” Tris asked.

“Honestly it was fine. I think that the fact that we didn’t talk because we were both tired prevented an argument from breaking out.”

“That’s good,” Christina said. “I’m glad he wasn’t completely horrible to you after you’d just gotten hurt. Although, I have to ask, why wasn’t he completely horrible to you today? I didn’t think he’d have that long of a ‘grace period’ after injuries.”

“He probably didn’t want to reopen the wound,” you said, repeating what you’d said to Tris earlier. “Why are you guys so interested in him?”

“Because he is the scariest person here, and he just gave you some ointment for your leg, which is the exact opposite of what it seems like he would do!” Will said.

“You do have a point,” you admitted. “Look, I don’t know, but it doesn’t really matter. Besides, we still have to talk about the way Four keeps eyeing Tris,” you said, smirking evilly as you turned the attention away from yourself, launching a new line of questioning, this time aimed at your friend.

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shinsorokiri · 3 years

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S/o Loses Memory and Quirk | 2

Aizawa, Hawks, and Dabi HCs

Warnings: Language, violence, Dabi catches someone on fire, talks of killing, sadness, mentions of hospitals, fire in general

A/N: CONTENT? ON MY BLOG? Wild. But seriously, I had fun writing these! It was nice to finally write again :,) I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did! I did kinda do something different for Hawks, but I hope that’s okay Anon. Happy reading!

aizawa shouta | eraser head

It was quite the transition for you going from single and not a teacher in your mind to in a serious relationship and a teacher of upcoming heroes

It was also quite the transition from being able to fight with your quirk to only being able to fight with your hands and maybe a weapon

But lucky for you

Your man was there to help you out

Of course you only know the things about your relationship that he has told you

But hey

Things could be worse

Of course you were off work for now

And yeah a lot of it had to do with the fact you don’t remember anything

But the main thing was a new handicap you had developed

It hit you out of nowhere about a week after you were getting adjusted to your new old life

You were at Aizawa’s... or uh... Shouta, he said you could call him that

Still a little weird calling a man you barely know by his first name so you get tripped up sometimes

But anyways

You were at his school sanctioned apartment

Because Recovery Girl thought it would be a good idea for you to be monitored for a while and obviously

Aizawa jumped at that

He made sure you were comfortable with it though

And even offered to stay at your school sanctioned apartment

And you appreciated it

But honestly

You still thought he was crazy attractive

And there could be worse things than staying in this man’s apartment

So you said yes

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy staying with him

He was very attentive

And just

Really nice

So you were lucky that you had someone like him with you

Because one day you were cooking

You decided to make something for him instead of the other way around because you wanted to show your gratitude for him

When suddenly

You got the worst pain you have ever felt in your head

It was a headache but a headache at the base of your skull

So bad in fact that you collapsed

It about gave Aizawa a heart attack

He was by your side in like .5 seconds

He heard you fall and RUSHED

He picked you up and hurried you to his room all the while asking what’s wrong

You couldn’t really answer because the pain was pulsating

So you just groaned

And that freaked him out some more

He laid you down super carefully

And all you wanted him to do was lay down next to you and pull you as close to him as he possibly could

Why he wasn’t was a mystery to you at this point in time because HELLO SHOUTA TAKE CARE OF ME

“(Y/n) I’m gonna call Recovery Girl, okay?”

You whimper

And your eyes are squeezed shut

Needless to say Aizawa is so scared

He calls Recovery Girl immediately

And mans is a little frantic

But before she even gets there

The pain stops

It’s gone

It went away?

And what went away with it was every thought you had during that little... attack?

You open your eyes

And see Aizawa staring at you with The Most Concerned™ face

It was kinda cute

“…Shouta…?”

“(Y/n)…? Are you okay? What happened, what’s going on? Did you faint or-”

“I’m fine… I think… I don’t know what happened I didn’t pass out or anything my head just… hurt. Like, a lot.”

“Oh… oh.”

There’s a silence between you two

But you note how relieved he looks for a moment before it immediately turns to concern again

“Um… Recovery Girl is on her way here. Maybe she’ll be able to help?”

“I hope so.”

Recovery Girl

Could not help

But!!!

This was new information

So she sent you to the hospital

You got an MRI of your brain

The part of your brain that seems to just be shut off at first was the same as before

Not Working

But

Luckily and unluckily you had an attack in the MRI Machine

And the doctor’s realized that when the pain was happening

That part of your brain started functioning again

That’s what was causing the pain

All the blood vessels in that part of your brain started to dilate

And it caused you extreme pain

The upside, though, was that your brain was fighting to work against whatever had happened to it

But damn you were tired of being randomly rendered absolutely useless because of the amount of pain you were in

Every time it happened and Aizawa was around, though, you were immediately comforted

Every time he would just pull you into his arms and stroke your head until it stopped

It was comforting to you and him

And it’s helping you see why you fell in love with him in the first place

It was about a month after the incident and you were still basically living with Shouta

And every week the pain got worse, lasted longer, and happened more frequently

And every week Aizawa took more time off of work to look after you

And for some reason the both of you noticed your memory was getting even spottier

You seemed to be forgetting things you recalled weeks ago

This deeply worried Aizawa

And he always had his eye on you

Literally always

But the FEAR this man felt at a month and 4 days of you living with him so he could monitor you

Rivaled the fear he felt when he first saw you get hurt

It was like any normal time you got one of your headaches

Except this time

Instead of you snapping out of it

You just stopped moving

You weren’t making noises

Your eyes were still open but you weren’t responsive

He FREAKED the FUCK out

He sped to the hospital

And they took you in and checked for anything that could be wrong

The portion of your brain that wasn’t working was trying to work again

Which meant you were still in extreme pain

And the pain was so bad that you were unable to do a n y t h i n g

The hospital gave you heavy ass sedatives

And some hardcore pain killers

So you were unconscious and ~couldn’t feel a thing~

And Aizawa found himself sitting next to you

Holding your hand

Fucking Terrified

The worst case scenario found it’s way into his head

What if you never woke up?

What if this was slowly killing you this whole time, and he just watched and let it happen?

He should have done more to save you

The fact you’re lying basically comatose in a hospital bed is all because he wasn’t there to protect you

He was sitting there

Staring at the ceiling

Holding your hand

Silent tears streaming down his face

These thoughts running around his head for hours

When suddenly he felt your hand squeeze his

He looked at you

And he saw you give him a small smile

The sparkle you would get in your eye from looking at him that he hadn’t seen in a month was in full force

“Thanks for taking care of me while I fought back, Sho.”

He could have screamed

But instead he just hopped into the bed with you and hugged you as tight as possible

“Okay there, babe, I can’t breathe.”

He hears your giggle and his heart literally skips a beat

He loosens his grip on you

“Sorry, (Y/n). I just… I really missed you. So much.”

You swear you’ve never seen him smiling so big

You’ve also never seen him cry so much

Honestly, it moved you to tears as well

“What are you talking about? I was always right there with you.”

You put yourr hand on his cheek

Wiping away some of the tears pouring from his eyes

“No, I know that, but… I missed you. I missed hearing your giggles any time I did something stupid, I missed hearing you say ‘I love you’ every time you left the apartment or when you were dozing off and absentmindedly hummed it, I missed when you would run your fingers through my hair and detangle it to help me destress when the kids were giving me a hard time. I just missed you.”

“Well, I’m back. And I’m not leaving any time soon, I can promise you that.”

The doctors did some more tests

And the part of your brain that was dormant was now fully functional

You did suffer some memory loss, though

A lot of the time you had forgotten was when your brain wasn’t functioning properly

But you and Aizawa were both fine with that

And of course you still had to stay in his apartment with him until the doctor’s were sure you were back to normal

Which was so nice

And you honestly didn’t even want to go back to living on your own

(Spoiler, you didn’t, you moved in)

Your quirk also returned

And you were back in your classroom as soon as possible

And unbeknownst to you

Aizawa has this villain on his radar still

And he cannot wait until he sees them again

takami keigo | hawks

It’s been a month and a half since you’d lost ability of your quirk and your memory of the last two years of your life

And the whole time

Keigo has been trying to find the perfect opportunity to ask Dabi who did this to you

So imagine how crushed he feels when he finds out that villain had died

The villain who did this to you just so happened to piss Shigaraki off and

Well

Yeah

Asshole is now dust

I mean they totally got what they deserved but uh

No one can fix your memory now

But we’re getting a little ahead fo ourselves here

Rewind to when you first lost your quirk and memory

You’d figured out your memory of the last two years was gone pretty damn quick

And then in typical you fashion you lowkey told off the doctor for not telling you about it sooner

And went on all your socials only to see that you were in fact in a relationship with Hawks

Which was wild to you

Because holy SHIT you got HAWKS???

You were very pleased with that

But you were also kinda sad

Because you don’t remember anything about your relationship

You practically memorized every picture the two of you had on your social medias

And every tweet you made about him

Every video of him online talking about you

Every text the two of you had sent

You were recovering in the hospital for a while and didn’t have anything else to do

So you, for lack of a better word, studied up

Keigo came in the next day and you immediately threw a stuffed animal at him

“And why didn’t you tell me we are technically in a year long relationship, birdbrain?”

“You just answered your question, dove. I quite literally have a bird brain, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

The two of you sat and talked about your relationship for the rest of the day

“Yeah, uh… we do live together, by the way. We figured it would be the safest option for the both of us being pro-heroes and all… and you also got tired of me picking the lock to your window in your old apartment every night. This one time you were having a ‘cool down night’ and I, not knowing this, came in through the window but I tripped and made a very loud banging noise and the next thing I knew someone who looked like my girlfriend but had a charcoal face mask on and a knife in hand was ready to fight. I may have screamed. Loud.”

He smiles after you chuckle at this

Then he frowns when you frown

“What’s wrong, little bird?”

“I just… I want to remember you.”

That sentence made his heart do a hurt

“Tell me more…? Please?”

He just told you stories for the rest of the night

Until you got tired and he had to leave, that is

And then he vowed to find this villain and get your memories back

This happened every day until you were released from the hospital

But even after that

You moved back into your shared penthouse with Keigo

And when he was home and not at work he would spend every minute with you

He would try to jog your memory by talking about the smallest things the two of you had done

Of course it didn’t work

But he was trying as hard as he could

You knew about his plan to get your memory back

And that’s why you were thoroughly concerned when you came home from the grocery store one day to see him laying face down on the couch with his wings just kind limp at his sides

“Kei? What’s wrong?”

He perks up when he hears you

But then he frowns and sinks back into the couch

“Okay, yeah, that was telling that something is definitely wrong but I still have no idea why there’s a soggy chicken on my couch. Care to explain?”

He sighs

And turns his head to look at you

“They’re dead.”

“What?”

“The villain. The person who did this to you. The only person who could reverse this. They’re dead.”

You’re quiet for a moment

“…Oh.”

There’s a heavy silence between the two of you for a while

You were upset

Really, you were

You just wanted to remember Keigo

The stories helped, sure

But you wanted to remember all the memories you made

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was supposed to fix this, and look at me now. I can’t believe the dinosaurs devolved into whatever the fuck kind of failure I am.”

You frown

“Stop that, Keigo. You’re not a devolution you’re literally an evolution of the human race.”

“And so were you until I fucked it up.”

“Keigo.”

He just sighs

Finally sitting up

“Sorry. I just… really wanted to get your memory and quirk back for you. You don’t deserve this shit.”

“It’s okay. Honestly. I am a little bummed about it, obviously, but… I still have the most loving and caring boyfriend in the world… so… I can’t really complain.”

He feels the corners of his mouth perk up a bit

But he still is upset

He knows all you want is to remember all the things the two of you shared

Hell, you don’t even remember him asking you to be his girlfriend

And yeah, he tells you the stories all the time

But there’s something different about hearing something and seeing something

Living something

And that

Is when our lovely birdbrain remembers something

“I’m gonna go for a quick fly. Just to take my mind off some things.”

“Okay, well, I can tell you’re still upset, so be ready to eat some chicken when you get back. I’ll order from your favorite place.”

He snorts

“This. This is why. My order is-”

“Oh, honey, I know. We’ve ordered this place like seven times in the past two weeks.”

“Thank you, dove!”

And with that he’s gone

You shake your head with a smile

But order the food immediately

And little do you know

He flew back into your place very quietly

And went in the closet

He pulls out a shoe box and then takes off again

He goes to the rooftop that he asked you to be his girlfriend at the first time

And opens his little box

Thank god he’s secretly the sentimental and soft type

Because he has pictures of so many of your dates

And little keepsakes from multiple of them

And all the notes he’d ever written you

And all the gifts he’d ever received from you

All of it

And he starts setting it all up

Putting it all together

He’s ready to sit there all night with you

And just tell you absolutely everything you want to know

All the stories behind the pictures

After he thinks it’s all perfect

He flies back to your place

And at good timing too because the food just got there

“Hey, Kei! Your bird instincts are really sharp, everything just got here, do you wanna watch a move or-“

“I wanna take you somewhere. Bring the food.”

“Oh? Okay, let me go grab my shoes and-“

“No need. Come here.”

He opens his arms

And you just raise an eyebrow at him

“You mean… you’re gonna fly me?”

“Yeah!”

He looks so excited

You do not

“I promise, you’ll love it. I know you will because you gave me that look the first time I asked already and then you ended up asking me to go for joyrides every second we had. Now, come on.”

You sigh

Grabbing the food in the little baggies and walking over to him

He wraps his arms around you

And before you can even think of backing out

You’re in the air

And he was right

You do actually kind of love it

“Close your eyes!”

You roll your eyes, but close them anyways

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see where he was taking you

You feel your feet touch solid ground again

And you feel Keigo let go of you

Which is kind of upsetting to you because >:( why he let go??

But then he guides you somewhere, and you hear him shuffle away to stand a few feet in front of you

“Okay… open.”

And you do

And you’re honestly shocked

You see a bunch of pictures of you and Keigo

A bunch of little things that are obviously from your relationship

And you just stare at him speechless

“(Y/n) (L/n)… I know you lost your memory, so I present to you all of our memories, but this time in picture and object form. Now this is actually hard for me because it shows that I have a very big heart and I’m not the playboy the tabloids like to make me out to be, but I trust you to know this. Because I fell in love with you, and even though you don’t remember falling in love with me, I’ll do everything I can to make it happen all over again. So, with that being said, will you be my girlfriend, (Y/n)?”

He knew the answer would be yes

But he had to ask just so you remember him asking

You losing your memory was sad

But it wasn’t going to come between the two of you

You were his

And he was yours

Always and forever

todoroki touya | dabi

Dabi got the answers he wanted from Shigaraki

He learned about this new underground hero

And he was READY to find this fucker

After Shigaraki told him everything

He went back to his room

Where you were alone now and hugging your knees to your chest

“What’s wrong, doll, you’re acting like you can’t remember who you are or something.”

Dabi isn’t funny

He knows this

But he copes with shitty jokes

“Ha. That was funny, asshole.”

“I try.”

He goes and grabs his coat

Slipping it on his shoulders

“Are you going somewhere?”

He looks at you

And sees that you’re staring at him

You’re also doing that thing you do when you get upset where you play with your sleeves

“Cheer up, doll. I’ll be right back, I’m just going to find the person who did this to you and get them to fix it before burning them alive.”

“Oh. Well, um… come back soon, I guess.”

He frowns a bit

He knows you must be overwhelmed right now

And yeah, he should stay and comfort you

He does kind of want to

But he also wants to get your memory back

And get your quirk back

And get his doll back in general

He sighs and walks over to you

Placing his hands on top of yours to stop them from moving for ten seconds

“I’ll be right back (Y/n). I promise. I just need to find out who did this to you and get it reversed. I know you just woke up, but I’m sure you’re still pretty exhausted considering you were dying on me a few days ago, so take a nap, alright? And stop sitting like that because I had o stitch you up on your abdomen and I don’t want to have to do it to you while you’re awake because I don’t want to deal with your annoying whining.”

He cares about you

But he still needs to be an ass

You can’t know just how much he’s in love with you

Not yet at least

“Damn, you’re one romantic son of a bitch, huh?”

“Romantic? no. Son of a bitch? Yes. Go to sleep.”

He places a quick kiss to your head

So quick that you question if it even happened

Before he’s out of his room and about to leave the hideout

“And where are you going, Dabi?”

Dabi rolls his eyes at Toga’s nosey tone

“Out.”

“Out? But (Y/n) doesn’t remember anything, I would have thought you’d be in the mood to make her remember. If you know what I mean…”

“You’re one fucked up 17 year old.”

He doesn’t wait to hear her answer before leaving

He figures the easiest way to catch this douche would be to start a fire and wait for the heroes to come

So that's exactly what he did

He went to the nearest apartment building and just ignited it without a second thought

And since he’s pissed

It went up in flames fast

And of course everyone knew it was him with his blue fire and all

He wondered how many more innocent people he would add to his death toll with this

But he honestly didn’t care in this moment (like he would care anyways)

All he cared about was getting this new hero on his case so he could fuck them up

And he got exactly what he wanted

Without a doubt

This new hero came onto the scene to stop him

“Dabi.”

Perfect

“Asshole. What did you to (V/n), and how I can undo that.”

The hero laughs

This fucker laughed

“Oh, I blocked the part of their brain that contains their long term memory. They won’t be getting their memory, quirk, andy of that back any time soon.”

Dabi basically growls

Then he gets a brilliant idea

And his snarl turns into a grin

Then a full blown smile

“So you did this to them, which means you can undo it.”

“Yeah, obviously. But I’m never doing that, so-”

This new hero really loves to talk

And this new hero also really underestimated what Dabi could do when he was pissed off

The next thing that happens is this heroes legs are on fire

Like just burning up

And of course this bitch can’t move

Just screaming

Because OW

LEGS ON FIRE

The last thing he sees before Dabi knocks him unconscious is Dabi’s laughing face too

Talk about terrifying

Lucky for our hero, Dabi put out the flames and then transports him back to the hideout

When back, Dabi ties him up

Waiting for him to wake the fuck up so they can fix this mess

And equally as ready to have some fun when this hero refuses to do what he tells him to

“Who’s this?”

He turns to you

You look like you just woke up as a big yawn breaks out after you ask and you rub your eyes

“This is the fucker that broke you. He’s also gonna be the fucker that fixes you.”

“Wow. You got him real fast.”

“Damn right I did.”

“Sounds like you’re pretty damn soft for me.”

“Fuck off.”

He fights back the smile that wants to spread out across his face when he hears your sleepy giggle

But he does not fight pulling you into his arms for a hug

He needs that right now

“You smell like burning flesh and pine needles.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you are interrupted by a groan coming from our lovely hero

Dabi’s head immediately snaps towards him

And the hero nearly shits himself when he realizes where he is

“Look who decided to wake up.”

The hero is just kinda quiet

Just staring wide eyed at the two of you

He’s also staring at the rest of the league excitedly watching to see what was about to happen

“What’s wrong? You were so happy to talk earlier.”

Dabi’s voice is full of venom

Literally with every word he is seething

The hero just kinda opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out

“Eh, whatever. Your voice makes me homicidal anyways. Besides, we only need your hands, so get to work.”

Dabi grabs your arm and walks forward with you

And this is when hero man finally gets a voice

“You’re crazy if you think I’m restoring their quirk!”

“Well I’m not exactly sane, tough guy. And if you don’t restore their memory and their quirk I’ll make sure I burn every limb of yours so bad so you can no longer use ‘em but you’re still alive and useless until I finally take pity and watch as you burn to death.”

“Oh! Oh! Can we make s’mores with him?”

“Shut up, Toga.”

Dabi lightly pushes you towards the hero before grabbing the ropes that are securing his hands and burning them

And yes

This did leave a mark on the guy’s wrists

“Now, fix this. And don’t even think about killing them because if you do, I’ll make sure it takes at least 10 years for you to slowly succumb to your injuries.”

Dabi smiles at him before leaning in to whisper in his ear

“And I’ll make sure your family is there to watch, Takeda Toru. Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t forget about your girlfriend either. She’ll be the first to go.”

The fear that flashed on this man’s face caused Dabi to cackle

And sure enough it did the job

Who said diabolical threatening couldn’t get you what you wanted?

You collapse after a few quick jabs from the hero

And Dabi catches you

He frowns when he sees your unconscious face

“What did you do to them.”

“I undid it! I swear! Their brain is just resetting they’ll be out for a little while!”

Dabi makes a grunting noise

“For your sake I hope you’re telling the truth.”

He then knocks the hero out again

And takes you to his room

He was just hoping it didn’t take as long as it did for you to wake up the first time

And good news

It didn’t

You actually woke up after about two and a half hours

“Touya? What the hell happened? Why am I in your favorite hoodie, you love to make sure I don’t wear this because you’re a dick.”

He just stares at you for a moment

“Hello? Earth to burnt popcorn, did I like almost die or something?”

Your memory was obviously back

It just seemed like you had a gap where you couldn’t remember what happened when you had amnesia

And honestly he can live with that

And imagine your shock when he tackles you in a hug and kisses you like you could disappear at any moment

“Welcome back, doll.”

He explains what happened

And then you get pissed

“That fucker took my memory?!”

“Yeah, he did.”

You sulk for a second before looking at your boyfriend

“Can I kill him?”

“Only if I can help.”

“Deal.”

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie.

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried.

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake.

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?”

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered.

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling. “Is everything okay with you?”

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.”

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement.

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke.

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing.

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him.

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together.

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of.

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head.

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats.

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in .

For what would, no doubt, be a long day.

////

Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes.

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style.

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore.

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started.

“Guys! It’s been a while.”

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question.

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit.

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you.

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to.

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back.

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you.

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously.

“Y/n you need to go home.”

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed.

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?”

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”

“And then lunch?”

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy.

“How fars the drive?”

“At this time probably an hour and a half.”

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down.

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you.

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’.

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers.

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point.

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible.

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms.

“Wheres your team?”

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway.

“You sure?”

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas.

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you.

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram.

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly.

“How you doing?” Tom asked.

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation.

“shit.”

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you.

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever.

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic.

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.”

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging.

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-”

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again.

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake.

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great.

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin.

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep.

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears.

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.”

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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Honey we need to talk - Steve Rodgers x little!reader

AN:///Hey this is my first fan fiction so please don’t be that hard on me lmao. also i just wanted to say that this isn’t a kink and I don’t write any kink related stuff. PSA age regression is a coping mechanism. If you like my work please like <3 also my asks are open so feel free to ask or suggest stories if you like :)

Word Count: 2k

(Y/N) POV

The surviving Avengers were finally coming back to the tower. Life had already changed just within the hours of the blip, but (Y/N) was alone and did not know about the blip. (Y/N) had been home at the tower safe, protected, from the terror that the avengers were fighting. She knew about Thanos and how he was trying to get all the stones, but the Avengers are the most powerful superheroes ever, they have to win, right? F.R.I.D.A.Y had been keeping watch of the currently sleeping (Y/N) making sure she was okay. The Avenger’s tower was known to be soundproof to keep the bustling sound of the city outside, which is why (Y/N) hadn’t been disturbed. The screams, screeches of cars, and general commotion of the people were not heard by the sleeping girl. F.R.I.D.A.Y did know what had happened when she lost contact with most of the avengers. She did not want to alarm (Y/N) since she had been extremely stressed out and with stress came her age regression. F.R.I.D.A.Y just did not want her to panic without anyone to physically console her since almost everyone she loved was gone. She would just wait till the remaining avengers arrived back to tell her what happened and so she could inevitably regress in the comfort of someone’s arms.

(Y/N) woke up with a yawn surrounded by scattered stuffed animals and ruffled bedsheets. The first thing that she wanted to do was to check her phone to see if Bucky, Steve, or Peter texted her to check up or send a picture of them together happy and coming home. Peter was a regressor like (Y/N) and they would always play together in the toy room conveniently located next to (Y/N)’s room. But, when she tapped on their phone it would not turn on. Even the dead battery screen that would pop up if she did forget to charge her phone the night before didn’t even pop up. So, she decided to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y what was wrong with the phone. “I am sorry (Y/N) I can not seem to turn on your phone, there doesn’t seem to be any issue with it” F.R.I.D.A.Y states. “What do you mean nothing wrong? It won’t even turn on. Ugh I guess I will have to go and get a new phone then.” (Y/N) says. That is when F.R.I.D.A.Y quickly responds “I am sorry to tell you this, but I have been advised to keep you inside for your safety.” She let out a huff and decide that she might as well get dressed. She doesn’t even know when everyone will be back, but the night before Steve called and said that they would all probably be back the following day. All she wanted to do is color and play with stuffies with Peter while Steve sat in the chair in the corner of the shared playroom reading a book.

Steve’s POV

Bucky disintegrated right before his eyes. His best friend, gone, all from a snap. Thanos had disappeared and left Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce enraged, however, what could they do. The flight back was solemn and quiet. No one dared to cry in front of each other despite the trauma accumulated today, save for Nat who sat quietly crying. Steve only looked forward to seeing his favorite person, (Y/N), which he cared for most of the time due to her tendency to regress when he is with her. He did not mind at all, in fact his caring personality just made him gravitate more towards being (Y/N)’s caregiver. His brain was going a mile a minute just thinking of how to tell (Y/N) that half the population was gone, including some people she loved so much. The avengers were informed by F.R.I.D.A.Y which avenger had sadly been blipped. That only caused the already somber mood to become worse. Steve just sat there staring at the many buttons on planes’ cockpit thinking about how (Y/N) would react to the news of Peter being gone. He was her only little friend, he was always there for her when she was having a hard day and needed to regress. They were best friends, just like Bucky and I. ‘I think I will just tell her as an adult and then take care of her if she needs to regress’ Steve thought. They then eventually started descending onto the landing pad on top of the tower.

(Y/N)’s POV

It was now about 8 pm. You kept youself occupied by cleaning since oddly enough the usual cleaner never showed up.You thought that it was weird, but assumed that the cleaner may have had the day off or something. The T.V. was also broken, like your phone it wouldn’t turn on. You could not watch the news or a movie, so you were pretty bored the whole day. You were pulled out of your boring thoughts when you heard keys enter the lock on the front door. Steve entered first looking panicked as he looked around to see if you were there, alive. You smiled at him and gave him a big hug, which caused him to hug you tighter almost as if you would disappear right before him. Immediately, you knew it was a hard mission. I mean they were gone for weeks so it had to be hard. However, He had a look on his face that you had never seen before. “Honey we need to talk” Steve sighed. They both walked into your bedroom to talk in private. You sat down on your bed hugging your stuffed purple fluffy bunny that was won by Bucky at a fair one year. Steve got the chair by your desk and moved it to be in front of you and then sat. “So, I am sure you are wondering what happened today?” Steve asked. “Yeah kinda. I haven’t heard anything since my phone is broken and the T.V. was off” you huffed. “Sweetie there really isn’t a good way of putting this...” he hesitated for a second but then started talking again looking at you straight in the eyes, “So Thanos got all the stones and snapped his finger which caused half the population to disappear.” You then started hugging your bunny as he continued to explain which avengers were gone. Tears were already starting to spill as you shut your eyes tightly. When he mentioned that peter was gone that is when you let out a loud pained cry. Steve had to hug you, to comfort his princess. He was not sure if he should have told you that a ton of people were gone, but you needed to know. If he didn’t and you would have asked about Peter, it would probably cause him to burst into tears. You started to regress, he could tell because you started sobbing and rocking. He knew that he needed to comfort you better than just hugging you so he decided that distracting you might be better. “Princess, I know you are sad about what I told you, but I just want you to know I am here for you.” Steve calmly says. “Bu-But I wan Pete n buck” (Y/N) blubbered. “I know baby, you can cry as much as you want,” He says while placing your head on his chest. Tears stain his shirt. He was tempted to cry with you, but he knew he needed to save his tears for when he was alone. Now was the time for his princess to grieve. After you crying for about twenty-five minutes Steve grabbed your paci so you could sleep. He could tell you had regressed. He placed you on your bed to lay down with your favorite bunny stuffie in your arms. Steve decided to sleep in the chair for the night just to watch over you in case you woke in the middle of the night in need of some comfort. He sat there staring at your sleeping form silently sobbing just because of all the stress of the day. It just hit him like a wave, but he eventually fell asleep. You woke up at 2 am to use the bathroom. You looked around the nightlight lit room to find Steve passed out in a chair located in the corner of the room. You slowly walked over, stuffie in hand, to wake the superhero up. You could not go to the bathroom by yourself since she was scared Thanos would be outside her door. Not even the bravest stuffie you owned could calm your fears. You poked Steve’s thigh to wake him up. Steve looked around in a panic only to see your puffy face. “Hey doll, what does my little princess need?” he asks. “I need to go potty, but I scared to go alone...” You shyly stated. “That’s okay, come on baby.” He escorts you to the bathroom and back. “Um Stevie, could you pwease cuddle me to sleep. I scared to sleep myself?” You sheepishly ask. ”Of course my baby.”

The next morning

You had woken up small. You could only speak like a three-year-old. That was okay with Steve though because he loved caring for you. He carried you into the living room and went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and you a sippy cup with strawberry milk with a plate of mini pancakes. He turned on your favorite Disney movie while he cooked for you. Caring for you was a needed distraction. He needed to feel like he was making a difference and obviously, the events of the previous day made him feel like all his efforts of protecting America or the Earth were all for nothing. But, taking care of you was rewarding and therapeutic. “Stevie, thanks for the pancakes, dis milk is so good too!” (Y/N) exclaimed with a cute little smile. “Aw, you’re so welcome, sweetie.”

5 years later

Time had passed, (Y/N) regressed more often than ever. She was rarely ever her adult self. Thankfully Steve had set up a group talk therapy session with some survivors which (Y/N) joined every time they had a meeting. She would only talk about missing Peter while hugging a stuffie she would bring. The group members never judged her though since they all had their own coping mechanisms if they had any. She was usually really shy in front of the group since mentally she was three and really did not have that much to say in front of the strangers.

Eventually, Bruce hatched an idea to bring everyone back, which caused you to be alone again. You just stayed in the playroom alone playing with barbies or watching a movie. Steve would call you from time to time to check up on you, luckily F.R.I.D.A.Y was a great caretaker and gave you your basic needs. The Avengers were now successful in bringing everyone back. Sadly, Tony had passed away though. You attended his funeral with Steve at your side. You still hadn’t seen Peter yet but did not want to interrupt his grieving since Tony was his main caregiver and mentor. Tony was the only father figure he had and he was just gone. Steve decided it would be best to have you pick a stuffed animal at the store for Peter to keep during this hard time. You decided on a red bear with a gold ribbon on his neck. Steve had the red bear in his hands ready to gift to Peter, while you had a new Pink bear with a white bow around its neck that you named Poppy. Once the funeral was done Steve held your hand to walk up to Peter. He looked so small and in need of someone to care for him. Steve then spoke, “Peter, I am deeply sorry for your loss. I know how you feel and if you need (Y/N) or me, don’t hesitate. (Y/N) thought that she should get you this special bear for you to give you comfort.” He handed Peter the red bear and Peter just hugged it close. Steve knew that he was going to have to take care of Peter and (Y/N) from now on, but he was ready for it. He loved you both dearly. “I hope you like the bear Peter, I thought you would like him since he’s your favorite color. See I have a pink one like yours, we’re twins!” You said trying to distract Peter. Peter rarely ever spoke when he was little, and this wasn’t any different. He eventually accepted your gift with a tight hug as his tears fell on your shoulder.

Time skip: a couple of months

Peter eventually moved into the tower and got a room next to yours. Steve now had two regressors to take care of now, but at least he had the aid of Bucky who would just baby sit. You were currently in your room putting on one of Steves old shirts with black leggings. His shirts made you feel even smaller since it was so baggy. Steve then quietly knocked on your door for permission to come in. “Yes?” you asked. Steve then opened the door and stepped in with his hand in Peters. Peter had a smile on his face for probably the first time in months. You smiled back and then turned to face Steve who obviously wanted to ask you something. “Are you little right now (Y/N) or are you big because Pete wants to play blocks with you?” Steve asks. You beam and excitedly say, “I wan play blocks! Pete can we make a town wif da blocks and cars and my dollys?” This just caused Peter to run and hug you. You two ran to the next room to play together. Storage containers were quickly opened and blocks were scattered to begin construction on the town. Steve watched you two play from the door with a smile on his face.

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severetimetravelnerd · 2 years

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DROP THE ACT(FT.HONGJOONG) (PART 5)

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” -Oscar Wilde

You and Hongjoong couldn’t stand each other…right?

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Appearances from the Wooyoung and Seonghwa, and also Sunwoo from The Boyz

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RIVALS TO LOVERS AU, IDIOTS TO LOVERS AU, Not exactly Enemies, but kinda, FAKE DATING AU

Warnings: Cursing, talk of snobby families, kissing, mentions of alcoholism, arranged marriages, breakups, partial smut, blatant classism.

Word count: 3100

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut in later chapters

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You excused yourself early that night, only pausing to text Hongjoong as you drove home. Hongjoong himself only realised you were gone when Seonghwa was looking for you and he offered to call you. As he took out his phone, he saw your terse text.

- Hey

- I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to head home

And immediately, he felt dread overcome him. It just felt...off.

His brain went into overdrive. Shit. Were you that upset about the kiss? Things did get weird only after the kiss. Granted, with the way your parents had been glaring at you, he did have to kiss you, but he’d be lying if he said most of it wasn’t just him wanting to kiss you. And he did. He did lie to you. Partly because he was afraid of your reaction, even if you did get caught up in the moment and kiss him back. Mostly because he was terrified of what it meant. He hated you. He hated you and your family with his entire soul. How could he want to kiss you?

No. It was just a temporary lapse in judgement. Call it the moment. Call it confusion. Call it whatever. But he most definitely did not want to kiss you. Even as his hands were aching to hold you again, that night, in bed, he told himself over and over again that he did not want to kiss you.

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It was easy for you to avoid Hongjoong for the next few days, as there were no parties or galas. Of course, you could have texted him. Or he could have texted you. But neither of you did that. You threw yourself back into work. At least, you tried to.

A week after you last saw Hongjoong, you snapped your laptop shut after reading an email from the marketing team about your new cologne launch. It had a ‘woodsy’ scent. Fucking hell, of course, it had the one thing you associate with him. Okay, maybe not one thing. Maybe every perfume note that smelled like him sent you spiralling, which was inconvenient since you sold perfume for a living. You groaned and leaned back in your chair, marvelling at the situation you got yourself into when you jumped hearing someone knock on your door.

“Come in.”

The door swung open, and a very familiar head of short, wavy hair popped in. In seconds, your expression went from tired to complete and utter shock.

“Mirae?!”

She shut the door behind her and smiled nervously as she pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N!”

You stared at her, still in disbelief. You missed her. Of course you missed her. She was your best friend. Is your best friend. No matter how upset you were with her for disappearing for three years, you still loved her. But were you pissed as hell? Yes.

You raised an eyebrow as you stared at her.

She took a deep breath before coming to sit down in front of you.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

You turned and looked around.

“Oh, are you talking to me? I’m sorry, I thought you forgot how to talk.”

You gave her a pointed look. She gave you a sheepish one.

“Are you done being petty?”

“Nope. You’re going to hear about this for a really long time.”

“Fair enough.”

The two of you sat there in silence for a few minutes before she broke it.

“Can I at least explain why I disappeared?”

You nodded.

“Do you remember, around 4 years ago, I started dating this guy called Kim Hongjoong?”

You tensed immediately but simply nodded in agreement.

“Well, I never wanted to date him. My family…well, let’s just say that business wasn’t going well. My dad looked around and became fixated with Hongjoong. He was rich and was new to the business, so he didn’t know about my dad’s drinking problem. So, my dad forced me to date Hongjoong. He tried to force me to marry Hongjoong.”

Mirae paused for a second, clearly finding it difficult to talk about.

“I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Not that Hongjoong was a bad guy. He was great. I just…I didn’t love him. And I did not want to marry him. So I made plans to run away. You remember my cousin Kiara, right? Yeah, she let me stay with her. Just before I left, I told you he broke my heart and I told him you forced me to break up with him. I’m sorry. I was desperate. I texted you before boarding the flight and yeah…I disappeared.”

You stared at her wide-eyed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“…I don’t know. It was just hard to admit that my family is that fucked up.”

You quickly hugged her, feeling awful. You weren’t even able to help your best friend when she needed it. What kind of a friend were you?

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Mirae. I should have been there for you.”

“No! You were there for me. I was just having a tough time talking about it.”

“Is it safe for you to be back here?”

“Yeah. My mom covered for me. And they just got divorced the other day. So yeah,” she turned to give you the happiest smile you’d seen from her in a long time, “I’m staying with my mom.”

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The two of you spent ages catching up and only when she left did it sink it. You had no reason to hate Hongjoong. You didn’t even have to feel guilty about it anymore. Just like that, so much tension left your body. You knew there was something there. There had to be. You knew it wasn’t just you. And maybe, maybe like you, Hongjoong was also conflicted. Maybe he didn’t know what to do, since he thought he hated you. God, you had to tell him. You absolutely had to tell him. You two could finally drop the act of hating each other and just…be you.

You drove to Hongjoong’s office, knowing full well he wouldn’t go home before 6.

You walked down the hallway of the empty office, the employees having gone home for the day, and with each passing step, you felt your heart lift with a kind of elation. It was freeing to stop pretending to hate him. And you knew. You knew deep down you had always liked him. You didn’t have to suppress it anymore.

You quickened your step.

Hongjoong had to feel something. He could also give up the ridiculous farce of hating you. He kissed you for god’s sake. He even stayed with you the night of the storm. He took you out on a picnic just so you could relax. There had to be something there. There absolutely had to be.

And that was when you saw the open door of his office.

You frowned. That wasn’t like Hongjoong. He had the most peculiar habit of locking every door he could find. Suddenly, you started to feel uneasy. Peeking through the door, you felt your skin crawl as your instinct was proven right.

Hongjoong was there, sitting on the couch in his office. But he wasn’t alone. There was a topless woman straddling him, with his hands wrapped around her waist as she unbuttoned his shirt. You wanted to claw your eyes out because of the sight of Hongjoong with another woman…you were desperately pinching yourself to take away from the pain in your chest. Yeah, you knew he met a lot of women, but to actually see it…it made you feel sick. And that’s when you heard them.

Hongjoong was trying to kiss her when she pulled away with a glare. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Jia, that’s not true.”

“Oh, so you mean to tell me you’re not dating Y/N?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then what is that all about?”

“It’s just another ploy by an ice-cold, money-hungry bitch who is terrified of parting with her money.”

There was silence for a minute before Jia burst out laughing.

You could feel your knees get weaker. That was what he thought of you? That was why he thought you were doing this? You dug your nails into your palms hard, drawing blood.

“I see you still think of her the same way.”

He leaned back lazily.

“Of course. She made Mirae break up with me just because I didn’t come from wealth, like her.”

“So... is this all just to prove something?”

“I mean, it is a massive fuck you to her family’s snobbery, so that’s a plus.”

You couldn’t breathe. All this while, Hongjoong thought that was why you hated him? And he still thought of you the same way? Even after getting to know you? Even after you thought he had worked past it? Even after pretending to care? Everything he was doing was just to prove a point? A ‘fuck you’? All the time you thought you shared something was just that?

And just like that, the way he called you princess made you sick.

You walked away as quietly as you could, eyes screwing shut when you heard the moans behind you. As you walked to your car, you felt this overwhelming weight.

You should have known. You really should have known.

Even as you sat there in your car, trying to calm down before driving, as you told yourself that he was an asshole and it didn’t matter, you knew you were lying. Hongjoong…mattered. And yes, seeing him with another woman hurt, but it was the fact that he thought you hated him because he didn’t come from wealth that killed you. All of a sudden, you were frantically rethinking every interaction with him and trying to see what you did that made him feel that way.

The princess thing, the picnic…it was all just a ‘fuck you’ to your family?

It was nothing new. They all left in the end anyway. Sunwoo? He left. Mirae? She left. Your parents? You laughed. You never even had them in the first place. Why would Hongjoong be any different? You shouldn’t have been surprised. Yet, you were. Because you thought he knew you. You thought you knew him. And most of all, you thought he would stay.

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Your eyes were listless as you stood in your parent’s living room, sipping on water, deliberately ignoring the obnoxious conversations happening around you. You didn’t even bother looking up every time you heard pointed digs at your love life or pointed nudges about Sunwoo. In fact, if you had been okay, you would have noticed that your mother was unusually warm. But you didn’t.

Her insistence on you coming home for dinner, her warmth, everything…it all fell into place when you saw Sunwoo walk through the front door with a bag of food. He froze when he saw you. Dressed in his old grey hoodie and black puffy jacket from high school, he clearly was not expecting to walk into a family dinner. His wince when he felt your aunt’s nails on his arm gave away the fact that he was very much unhappy about being there. You heard your mom voice out confirmation for what you knew she had orchestrated.

“Oh, Sunwoo! Is that the cake your mom sent?”

“Uh…yes.”

“Sweetie, why don’t you join us for dinner?”

Your mother hugged him and looked up at him in a way that made it clear that it wasn’t a question he could say no to. He could only gulp and nod.

He almost immediately made his way to stand next to you, leaning back against the wall. He tilted his head towards you and smirked. In that moment, a flash of memories flooded you. All those parties where you and Sunwoo would stand like this, quietly whispering and warning each other about potential boring and judgmental adults. He leaned in and conspiratorially whispered,

“They got you too?”

And normally, you would have played along, but you were so tired. You were so done. You were so alone. You simply nodded.

The way Sunwoo turned to you immediately knowing something was wrong was almost frustrating. He knew you well. Too well.

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An hour later, you were seated next to Sunwoo at the formally laid out dining table. It was always formally laid out. No one was ever there to mess it up. No one ever rushed with warm food and accidentally spilt some over in their enthusiasm. No one ever fought over who got more food. No one ever laughed over the table. It was always cold and isolated. And your family liked it. They liked that it was a house, not a home.

You were forcing yourself to eat the food on your plate, tuning out from the conversation around you when you heard Hongjoong’s name. No one had said anything too direct about him, so immediately, without even meaning to, you started paying attention. It was your father’s brother who started it. Of course.

“Thank god I didn’t have to go to that party by Aurora Mists. That bloody upstart Hongjoong. I don’t think I could have kept a straight face.”

Your gaze stayed down on your soup. No one would have known a thing about how you felt. Except for Sunwoo. He saw your grip on the spoon tighten, and he watched you carefully, knowing you were upset.

You heard another voice chime in. And another. And another. It was too much for you to take in. You could only make out what was said last.

“He makes such a fool of himself. And oh my god, his clothes. They’re so trashy.”

Your voice was quiet when you replied.

“I like his clothes.”

It was so quiet that none of them heard you. No one other than Sunwoo heard you. He reached out to hold your hand, just about managing to comfort you, when you heard your mother sniff.

“His background really shows in his lack of taste.”

You slammed your spoon down, relishing in the stunned silence that followed. Your voice was louder this time around.

“I like his clothes. I like his taste. What’s so wrong about it?”

Your father looked aghast.

“But Y/N, he…”

“What? He what?”

“He doesn’t come from a good background.”

“You mean he can actually earn money without bribing half the politicians in the city?”

You looked around again, daring them to say anything.

“Don’t ever talk about my boyfriend this way again.”

You stood up, the sound of the chair grazing the floor making your mother flinch. It was exhilarating, doing the very thing she rebuked you for all your life. And you walked out of the room.

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You were standing on your balcony, grateful for the peace of your locked room. You could sneak out down the tree and get away from them. You just needed to stop shaking first.

Subconsciously, you registered the rustling from the tree, but you still jumped when a figure landed on your balcony. You turned towards them, moving away when the figure stepped into the light.

“Relax, it’s me.”

And you did. You did relax the moment you saw it was Sunwoo.

Trying to keep the mood light, you forced a smile.

“You couldn’t knock?”

And for the first time since he got back, you heard him sound angry.

“Don’t.”

“…Don’t what?”

“Don’t pull this bullshit where you act like you’re okay.”

You stared at him in silence, registering what he said. He moved towards the wall and sat down, waiting for you to occupy the spot next to him. You did. He stared at you, finally back to the old Sunwoo you knew, with no filter.

“What’s going on with you and Hongjoong?”

You couldn’t look at him when you answered.

“We were faking being in a relationship to avoid a merger with you.”

Whatever Sunwoo was expecting, it was not that. He blinked twice.

“What?”

“Your family wants to merge companies. I don’t want to. But I’m under family pressure to merge. Hongjoong…he has his reasons.”

Sunwoo just nodded, staying silent. You knew he was waiting for you to continue.

“I caught feelings. And I thought they were mutual. But he hates me. And he thinks I hate him like my family does.”

You turned to look at him, and his heart broke at how tired you looked.

“I can’t do this anymore Sunwoo. I’m so alone.”

His voice had the slightest tremble when he said,

“No. You’re not.”

You couldn’t hold back the biting laughter.

“But I am. I don’t have my family. I don’t have you. You left and you never fucking kept in touch. I don’t have Mirae. And I definitely don’t have Hongjoong, but I was stupid enough to think I did.”

Sunwoo stayed silent for a minute before he turned towards you.

“You know why I was trying for the merger? I couldn’t care less about it. I just thought it might give me a shot with you.”

You turned towards him, confused.

“You know why I was trying to be flirty and suave? Because I was desperately trying to impress you. You want to know why I didn’t keep in touch? Because I panicked.”

He was pale and looked nervous enough to throw up, but determined to continue. Your gaze flickered down to the vein straining against the skin on his neck. He was clearly upset.

“I panicked because I’ve fucking been in love with you ever since I was thirteen. So, no, I’d say you definitely have me.”

His eyes went down to your lips before turning away.

“My parents won’t push it if they see you with Hongjoong, so I’ll make sure they’re there at the next event you attend with him. You don’t have to put yourself through this anymore.”

Your mind was blank. You really couldn’t comprehend what just happened. But you did know Sunwoo was upset and out of reflex, you pulled him in for a hug.

“Sunwoo, I’m sorry, I”-

He hugged you tight, desperately trying to take in every bit of you.

“Y/N, it’s-it’s okay.” He took a shaky breath. “I know you don’t feel that way about me right now. Maybe you will someday. Maybe not. And I swear we can put this behind us. Things will go back to normal, no matter what you feel for me. But '', he looked up at you with feral eyes ``use me. You can use me to get over Hongjoong.” He brought your hands to his chest. “Use me however you want to get over Hongjoong.”

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itsbeenahellofayear · 3 years

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what we got, it don't come easy

Summary: Some things are easy, some things aren't. It can take time to learn what is important.

Warnings: Smut. Maybe not as much as you'd expect from a story thats pretty much only about sex. Some feelings. Language.

Author's Note: It took a while to get this one across the line. The first segment has been written for weeks, but I lacked inspiration, motivation, and was a little burnt out on anything Leaf related for a little bit there. RIP 2021 season....

Thanks to all of you who kept checking in and were enthusiastic about the little snippet I posted. Kind of kicked my writing into gear today!

I crave your feedback - this is weird and disjointed and very personal in a lot of ways, so I'd love to hear what you think!

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Sex with Auston is easy - that's never been the issue between you.

This thing started with sex - you connected on tinder, got to talking for a couple of days, then went out for drinks.... That wound up with him in your bed, having arguably the best sex of your life.

That first night, lying hot and sweaty and completely satiated, you'd be lying if the thought didn't cross your mind that you could do this for the rest of your life.

It was that good.

You don't keep a list of things to try, but you kind of keep a list of things to try.

Some things that make the sex with Auston so good:

He's the first guy to encourage you to use your vibrator on your clit while he's fucking you - it's not every single time - sometimes coordination isn't possible when he's fucking into you so good but those times when he's pressing deep into you, hands on your breasts, grip firm just the way you like, and you've just got your vibe pressed to your clit on a low setting and you just shake apart.... Those are good times.

His dick is huge. Like he's big to start, but then he grows. It honestly took a bit of work to find angles that didn't have him ramming your cervix each time, but once you did... He fills you up so good.

He loves to eat you out. You've had your fair share of mediocre oral, but there's something about the way he just goes for it, lets you twist your fingers in his too long hair, makes these little noises into you, that just really does it for you. He'll open you up with his thumbs and just dive his tongue deep inside of you, then move up and basically caress your clit with his tongue. If you're honest you can't even fathom what he's actually doing, it just feels insane.

He lets you ride his face. Now, it's not an every time thing, mostly because if you're going to expend energy on riding him, really what you want is his cock buried inside your aching slit. But sometimes, he'll settle himself on the bed, and you'll just climb on top of him, grip the headboard, and just ride.