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تم إخبار Izuku Midoriya طوال حياته أنه عديم الفائدة وأن العالم سيكون مكانًا أفضل بدونه. عندما تسمع شيئًا لفترة طويلة، تبدأ في تصديقه. بعد أن وصل إيزوكو إلى نقطة الانهيار، قرر أخيرًا المضي قدمًا في ذلك... أو على الأقل يحاول. لدي tiktok إذا كنت تريد الذهاب للتحقق من ذلك. المستخدم الخاص بي هو @saavaageauthor وستجد هناك محتوى يغادر بشكل يائس، والقلق غير الكنسي (والقانون)، والمزيد!

(Formerly known as Into the Deku-Verse) Shota sneers at the teenager across from him. His defense raises like the hairs on the back of his neck as he glares steadily, ready and waiting for whatever will come from this encounter. He narrows his gaze when the teen shifts; just the thought of sharing this rooftop with Japan's most notorious villain makes his skin prickle. “Deku.” “Y-yes!” the teenager cries out in relief, taking a small step towards Shota, “I’m Deku! I’m so g-glad you—” “Deku,” Shota growls darkly, flicking out his capture weapon hastily to snag the villain before he can make his move. He's quick to tug it taut, leaving no room for Deku to escape. “You’re under arrest.” “I-I’m what?! W-wait!” tl;dr Hero Course student Izuku comes to the realization that he is definitely not where he's supposed to be. * This fic is now a podfic! Check out the playlist here!

This is a collection of Problematic MCYT requests written by yours truly.

There was blinding light and a pain so severe, she couldn't breathe. Then, nothing, except the rustling of leaves in a forest Ochako had no recollection of entering. There was no time to grapple with the fact that she was no longer in a world she recognized. Deku carried a sword. Iida kept referring to Todoroki as Your Highness, and Kirishima could shape shift. It was a land of magic and blood, so unforgiving that Ochako is forced to do everything she can to keep her 'friends' safe while trying to figure out the mystery of why she was transported there in the first place. And she wasn't the only one there with secrets powerful enough to level mountains. While being mistaken for another version of herself, she decides that the safest thing for her to do is to pretend to be this world's Ochako, their Uraraka, while she can figure out a plan to go home. Too bad this intense, tattooed Bakugou can see right through her.

"There are…features…about Conner that don’t hold up to scrutiny. Things that don’t match either of his fathers, as disparate and unfeeling as they are to his general…existence. " Ficlet prompt fill from @stealingyourbones and @mikami1992 on tumblr: What if the Kryptonian cloning process required a little more refinement than simply adding human DNA?

"He's a Harbinger," Kazuha says flatly.Beidou scratches the back of her neck and gives an awkward chuckle. "Technically, he's a diplomat." In which the voyage to Inazuma comes with a few complications.

Hua Cheng is glad he doesn't have a heartbeat. "Ah, I see now," he teases. "Gege just wants to snuggle with me, I understand, ahaha." Hua Cheng is joking, but Xie Lian is conspicuously silent. Hua Cheng ducks closer to look at his face. His expression of embarrassment is so cute, his eyebrows high curves over wide evasive eyes. Again the urge to kiss him. Again resistance. Hua Cheng clears his throat. "Ah… I was right??" -- Xie Lian catches a cold.

Izuku doesn’t know how, but somehow he was sent back in time. Six whole years back in time. First thing on his to-do list: figure out who was sent back with him. The second thing? Well, Izuku may still have a few quirks up his sleeve.

They took her to get glasses when she was 4! They never got her new ones… And over time.She became blind… ———————Or, due to the madrigals neglecting Mirabel, the poor child has gone blind. They ignored her every cry of burning, blurry vision, and now Mirabel has to deal with their mistakes. She’s blind, and it’s their fault.———————

But Aki… And that is the thought. But Aki has always been different. But his future, when she touched the weft of fate, was delicate, as if one wrong move would have threads unraveling beneath her palms. A nudge, even a breath, might push him off course and send him wildly careening into a different direction. She could look and see what happens afterwards, or she could make the choice herself. A bead of sweat kisses Aki’s chin before splashing on the floor. The poor boy hasn’t so much as blinked. Future howls with laughter like she has never done before, joy and elation and every human emotion bubbling up between her roots. “You’re right!” she cries. “The Future is best, and you ought to see it!”

Tommy was exiled, and Dream continued his reign over the server. Until he's ambushed by the other SMP members, who are tired of his rule. Left without any other choice, Dream runs. Leaving the SMP and everyone else behind. OR basically everyone fights against Dream bc fuck the government, and Dream leaves, and starts living his new cottagecore life in the woods. He deals w/ like guilt and shit that comes from betraying and controling ur friends, but it gets happy! if i have enough motivation to get to that part.

"That's funny-I don't remember writing 'squirrel' on the shopping list." It was safe to say Chan wasn't surprised when Minho came home with a tiny, injured hybrid clinging to his back

“Demons have laws?” Aziraphale asks, head cocked to the side. “Well, insofar as nature has laws, yes. Is that your final request? Is that what it’ll be?” Aziraphale takes a moment to contemplate this. “Yes.” Crowley nods, then holds the pad of his thumb out to Aziraphale’s mouth. “Lick it,” he commands. “Excuse me?” Aziraphale squeaks. Crowley notes that this is the first time Aziraphale has been outwardly puzzled at literally anything Crowley has done. “In order for a demonic contract to be solidified, there needs to be a mixing of biological matter, and I’m assuming you’re not into bloodletting,” Crowley says, eyes wide. He’s been wrong before. ------- Aziraphale, a human, has grown used to being alone. Everything changes for him when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley.

Dream started to walk back towards his own apartment, the further he went, the less ‘rich’ everything looked. From pristine new buildings came the old familiar brick walls. Some windows in peoples homes were broken, even using duct tape to cover it. Weeds stuck out along the cracked sidewalks. Graffiti was plastered almost everywhere, lamp posts on the streets were not working yet again, and a bloodied kid who looked about near death in an alleyway. Yep, normal things in the West End. …Wait. Whipping his head back and taking a few steps backward, Dream had to give a second take if he actually saw that. The answer was yes, it was a kid bleeding out in the alleyway. When Dream went closer, he found out it wasn’t just any kid but one of the members from the Syndicate, the villains. He had blonde hair, a red mask covering his eyes, and a red and white hoodie which was covered in blood near the stomach area. “Fuck.” OR Dream is a vigilante who helps civilians get away from the crossfire between the heroes and villains. He has the most powerful ability of psychokinesis but hides it. What happens when he saves an infamous villain as his civilian self? Can he keep his cover hidden?

A discussion of names and the making of a battle plan.

M. Parker: How’s the field trip going?If you know, that is.Peter was pretty worried this morning about not wanting any attention. T. Stark: What field trip exactly? M. Parker: Peter never told you?He said that he did. T. Stark: I don’t have a clue about what you’re talking about. Sorry. M. Parker: Peter’s class is on a field trip at your Tower.Are you even there? T. Stark: Today? I heard about a STEM school field trip, but I never knew it was Midtown.Yeah, I had a few meetings today. I’ll cancel them and make a surprise visit. M. Parker: He might not have wanted any embarrassing dad moments in front of his class. T. Stark: “Embarrassing dad”? M. Parker: Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. T. Stark: I think I’m going to. ___________ Merry Christmas!!! (not a Christmas fic though, just a present)

Neil Josten hated hospitals. When he was on the run with his mom, they would hide out in warehouses or sketchy motel rooms and stitch themselves back together with a needle and a bottle of whiskey. He didn't trust hospitals; they were far too open and public for his taste, doctors made it worse with their too-many nosy questions. It was the last thing Neil needed. But when Neil wakes up in a hospital with no recollection of how he got there and no memory of the past two years of his life, Neil hated it a little bit more.

I may take requests I may not you can definitely ask for something and I'll see what I can do! From the problematic community or not your welcome here as long as you don't make someone feel like shit! Who knows maybe you'll find a oneshot you like! Take a peek you won't regret it :) I hope you enjoy <3IM IN THE PROCESS OF REWRITING ALL THE CURRENT ONESHOTS AND POSTING NEW ONES SOON!! ,I APOLOGIZE FOR MY LONG HIATUS- (This is mostly about Tommyinnit but I can do others if you do so request it)

“Tommy! I told you to stay in bed-”Tommy froze as Wilbur reached out to him, likely just to force him back into bed, but it reminded him of that, of- of Pogtopia, when Wilbur would…Surprisingly, it was Wilbur who flinched away. As soon as their skin touched, the other drew back in the blink of an eye, looking almost disturbed. “Wilbur..? What’s wrong?” or Tommy lost his final life in the events of Dream, Techno and Phil blowing up Manburg.He woke up in the past, before Wilbur even left for the Dream SMP. He decided he was to fix it all.It was made a bit harder when Techno noticed something was wrong minutes after talking to Tommy. All of his family members acting weird and refusing to touch him didn't make him feel much better, either.

It scared him—seeing Dream like this scared him. He was never supposed to be this… vulnerable. The dagger in his hands was much heavier now. It would take one swing to finish Dream off. In the state he was in, he’d never be able to deflect it. And yet, George was transfixed in place. “Sorry,” Dream murmured, and it was so quiet George had to step forward a bit to hear. “I just didn’t… know where else to go.” His last words were nothing more than a breath, and with them, his legs buckled under him, letting his body fall. Or, Dream gets injured and shows up at George's doorstep. This wasn't in the hunters' manual.

“I-“ He tried choking out, mind looking explanations for this strange phenomenon, anything and everything that could explain what just had happened to him.He paused.One for All.“Oh no, no, no, it’s a new quirk isn’t it?” He stuttered out quietly, hands gripping tighter at his hair. It was the only thing that made sense, he hadn’t really been outside of the dorms the past few days and he didn’t know anyone that had such a quirk in UA, so the only logical conclusion was, in fact, One for All.His breathing hitched, realizing the implications of that.

One day, Ace awakens to find that he is in the body of a blond stranger in suspiciously familiar clothes. The body's owner quickly contacts with the place where he is, the base of the Revolutionary Army. It turns out that a certain Sabo has awakened in the body of the troublesome rookie with a bounty of three hundred million. So, if Ace is in Sabo's body and Sabo is in Luffy's body, Luffy is... Oh, crap.

Dabi really just wanted to ruin Enji's career, but his plan backfires a little when he ends up actually having fun with his little brother <3 who'd have thought??? Ah well, he's good at improvising! This fic was inspired by one of my favoritest hentais <3. In case you didn't read the tags imma warn you one last time. This is some explicit ass porn about a seven year old kid being sexually and emotionally abused. Of course, I do not in any way condone any of the things described in this fic in real life. bone apple teeth :)

Jungkook gets his first apartment away from Busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life.He soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.

tbh has turned into a sun wukong x reader x macaque What you expected when you laid down with your eyes closed on your bed, snug under the sheet covers, you were expecting just to see your dimly lit, almost purple-looking ceiling. It almost always looked that way from the festive lights outside that hadn’t been taken down yet What you didn't expect, however, was to open your eyes to blinding light and at least one person looming over you, watching before they waved cautiously. If you didn’t know better, you'd say the suspiciously blue gray-tinted skin didn’t really seem..human. “I say we should expect a reward” “Where the hell am I?” you mutter All you need to do is survive this mess, hopefully in one stable piece

THIS IS JUST A QUACKBUR SMUTSHOT BOOK THINGY BECAUSE I NEED TO PRACTICE WRITING... scenes Lol... With bottom Wilbur? Yes, please 😌 (I'm still continuing this, don't worry:)*Requests will be appreciated :)* I'm good at writing, fuck you, Jack.

When trying to kill his next target fangirling isn't the best idea, especially when it's the SBI mafia. But it's not like Tommy's going to make direct eye contact with the Crow father-... oh shit Or Tommy is actually really badass?!?! I suck at summaries but it's good I swear, just read it if you like mafia AU's and hybrid stuff--------------------------Discontinued but leaving the fic up

- this fic is discontinued as i lost interest. i will probably not write for this fandom anymore. read if you want :)————The reality of his situation settles heavy in his guts, and he feels his insides twist in unease, in foreign fear, in dread - because he’s trapped somewhere he doesn’t know, he’s sick, injured, with a man long gone insane, who’s looking at him as if he was the fiend under his shoe, but also as if he was the eighth wonder. — Or, Wilbur breaks Dream out of prison.

Conan is known to draw cases to himself, but this time, it’s different. This time, the victim is still alive. The crime? They’ve been erased from history.Should Conan help this self-proclaimed thief? Or leave the man on his own?He has to find the answer fast, before his universe collapses entirely. ___ The sound of the crowd, the blue and red spotlights –ah! I do so love the thrill of the heists!Another gem, another success, except –oh! Who is this little detective?And why, after meeting him, does no one remember who I am?

Her name was Raven. She had it all. The mind, good looks and sparkling personality. She truly was the Queen of everything.. or so she would let you think. Her name was Raven.. and this is the story of how she died.

"Remember when we first arrived here? It was chaos. Boyd was banging on the door non-stop to be let home, Jackson was yelling that he was going to sue, Stiles was having a panic attack while Scott desperately tried to calm him down. Don't you remember how it was that first few weeks when we were trapped in here? Everyone was wary of each other. Jackson was constantly picking on Scott and Stiles, Lydia ignored everyone other than Jackson and Allison, Isaac curled up on his bed and refused to speak to anyone, Erica was terrified that she was going to have a seizure and be left for dead, and Kira was crying herself to sleep! Now look at us. We're a family, now. We're pack and you and I are the Alpha's of this Pack. We have to save our Beta's. Don't you understand? We have to escape."Five years have gone by since they were taken from their homes and locked in this room, cut off from any and all contact with the outside world. They don't know why they're there and they don't know if they're ever going home but they know that they're not the same as they were when they first arrived. They knew they had to get out of there.

You hear it like myth.Hanahaki disease.

Strange beings come down from the sky and offer treasures and prosperity for the whole world. In return? A girl.