#reqeust

[x-masc-reader-galore]

im a filthy fucking liar can you write me adam x reader but hes like so soft and squishy

I KNEW IT, HAHAHA!!!!! YOUR DISCORD DMS WONT LIE TO ME. ANYWAYS.

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Adam growled at he looked down at the angel was snuggling up to him. “What’re you doing?” He asked the angel who looked up at smiled.

“Nothing,” He responded, getting comfortable and playing around with Adam’s wings. Adam flinched, never really knowing what it was like to feel his wings get rubbed. “The fuck are you doing now?” He groaned, sounding more confused than mad. The rubbing was quite nice.

The angel shrugged and continued to stroke his feathers, soon feeling Adam deflate and snuggle more into the reader. “Don’t question it, just keep rubbing my wings.” Adam snapped before the reader could reply, only getting a giggle. Adam was so stressed out from training, and he didn’t know how much he really needed this, especially with his boyfriend.

The reader looked up and smiled, cupping Adam’s cheek and squishing it! Of course, Adam got pissy, “Hey! Don’t fuckin—“ He was cut off with another squish and he grumbled, “You don’t quit, do you?”

The reader laughed and shook his head, “Nope!” Adam almost shattered. The reader went back to stroking his feathers, delicately preening him. “You should let me do this more often, angel.” The reader said to Adam, Adam grumbling, “Just this once.. don’t get too used to it.” But they both knew that this was going to happen over and over.

By the time they were done, Adam was all snuggled up into the reader, relaxed and snoring away. Who knew that his wings were his weak spot.

[special-boi]

Hellooooooo, I love your work! I want to test how specific I can be! Girl with semi-short pink and blonde hair, full lips, pierced nipples, colorful arm tattoo, medium/small tits and medium/big ass. Or however close you can get, thank you! 😊

I'll see what I can do c:

[theunforgiven-v]

I left the artblock

[tinyperson00]

You probably know who this is, but can I request bonten Koko, raging at his computer like a angry gamer

Here you are >:D

I didn’t feel like doing anything too big cause of my project yesterday lol- but here is an angry gamer bonten koko

total time: 12 minutes

aaaand as a bonus:

I let my youngest sister draw something on my phone while I was doing this lol

she said: “I wanna draw an angry coco puff as well!”

😂

(I think this is you @explosivesamurai)

[lauras-happy-outfits]

Possum fit for Anon!

I love possums! I've been meaning to create something with them for a long time so thanks for the request!

SFW interaction Only!

[fizzlewizard404]

a bunch of request doodles :D

i love making my art low res..

[teethcritter]

Can u draw Finn n Susan bein adorable? Love their friendship

ended up drawing my half founders island au half highschool half entirely self indulgent au for this

susan and finn are childhood best friends in it

[gaysindistress]

Can you do more specifically saudi!reader angst fanfic where the reader parents didn’t want the reader to marry bucky but eventually they accepted him???? Thank youuu i live for your fics!!!! <3

Thank you for your kind words and I hope you enjoy this fic!!

Think of me once in a while

Warnings: angst, this is a modern au where Bucky served in the Iraq war and lost his arm during his last tour.

Word count: basically 1.3k

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Translations: I sincerely apologize if these are wrong. I tried to find terms used in Saudi or the Gulf in general rather than use the Levant ones I know but Google isn’t as helpful as it should be.

Yumma - mom

Hayati - my life

Aboui - dad

Ya gamar - moon/moon flower

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“Do you love him? It’s a simple question; yes or no, Y/N,” my mom asks me.

She had asked me over dinner the night before, saying that her father and her needed to discuss something important with me. I’d figured it would be about Bucky because when is it not? Every time we talk, he becomes the topic of rather heated arguments and one of us ends up storming out while the other cries. I knew they wouldn’t be thrilled at the idea that I didn’t want to marry another Saudi but I’d hoped that Bucky’s charming smile and sweet personality would win them over.

Evidently they did not.

I stare down at the rings that adorned her rings and suck in a deep breath, not ready to say anything. There is so much history, so much love and adoration to quantify before I could even begin to think about how to answer. Sure, I knew the answer; yes. An outstanding and profound yes. I had said yes when he proposed on our yearly cabin trip and every day thereafter. Never once did it even cross my mind to question the love that I felt for Bucky.

I’d hoped that by now, after having seen that love and watched it flourish despite the trials and tribulations of life, my mom would be able to tell that yes I did love with my entire being.

My mom’s soft but stern voice brings me back from the subspace I seemed to disappear to. It called my name, drawing my attention to her as she buckled down in her questioning, “Y/N. Tell me honestly, do you love him?”

My hand moves on its own and slides a stray piece of hair behind my ear as I ponder how to even begin to answer her.

“Yes of course I do, Yumma,” I tell her, looking over at her where she sits on the opposite side of the dinning table. Her dark eyes meet mine and they match mine in color and in emotion, full of a terrible fear for the uncertain fate of our relationship.

“Then it’s settled,” she says after a moment, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap.

“What do you mean ‘it’s settled’?” I ask as the panic sets in. My hands had been resting on the table but now they’re dragging themselves up and down my arms in attempts to comfort myself.

“I always told myself that I wanted you to have the best life you could,” she begins as she looks down at her hands, “It’s why we moved here; to give you the opportunity to succeed without obstacles. I knew that things would be different being in a new country but I wasn't expecting it to be…this different. You were never afraid as a child to try for what you wanted and failure didn’t seem to bother you. You excelled in school and your teachers always had good things to say about you. I knew from the moment you were born that you would grow into the strong and intelligent woman that you’ve become. There was never a doubt in my mind about that but…”

She pauses, tears beginning to flood her eyes and I can see her words getting stuck on her tongue.

I get up, moving to sit beside her and her hand in mine. I don’t say anything, allowing her time to unstick the mess of words she has ready to fall out.

“James…he’s not who I wanted for you. His past, it’s too dark for you and I worry that it’ll pull you down with him. I don’t want you to be burdened by his pain. You are such a happy and bright person, Hayati. I can’t watch you fall into his darkness.”

Her concern is well intentioned but it still brings me the familiar wave of pain and disappointment.

“Yumma, I know his service and tours in Iraq are hard for you and Aboui but please give him a chance. He’s made my life better in too many ways to count since I met him and all he’s wanted for the last three years is for you to give him a chance.”

We just watch each other, waiting for the other to move or speak. It’s killing both of us, I’m sure, to not know what the other is thinking and not knowing how to respond. I want my mom to tell me that she’ll try but I know that it would be a lie to get me to stop begging her. She knows that if she doesn’t, it might be the end of our close relationship because I wouldn’t be able to give up the man I’m completely and utterly in love with. Those unshed tears start to fall as it breaks her into a thousand pieces to think about that possibility.

She is the first to speak however.

Using the pads of her fingers, she wipes her cheeks clean of any falling tears as she pulls her thoughts together.

“He means this much to you?” She asks in a voice so small I almost don’t hear her. Her hands have found mine as they bridge the metaphorical and physical gap between us.

I nod, unable to speak in fear that the sudden sound might scare her.

“Let me speak to your aboui when he gets home. I won’t make any promises other than I will talk to him.”

“Thank you, Yumma,” are the only words I have the strength to whisper before I pull her into a bone crushing hug that she returns.

The sound of the front door open echos through the apartment, scaring both me and Alpine. I check the time on my phone, confused since Bucky shouldn’t be off for another two hours. As quietly as I can, I slide out of bed and grab the aluminum Louisville slugger my dear fiancé insists I keep by my side of the bed. He went as far as putting a sock on it because “if the punk who was stupid enough to break in tries to grab the bat, they’ll grab the sock and it’ll slide off so you can hit them again.”

I had rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it but now I’m thankful that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

As I’m raising it to swing, the punk who was stupid enough to break in walks into the bedroom. Except it’s not said punk, it’s Bucky and if he weren’t holding back tears, I’m sure he would’ve laughed at me.

Upon seeing me, he glances to the bat and then to me before taking long strides towards me. I drop the bat in time for him to fall to his knees and wrap his arms around my waist, burying his face and letting out a quiet broken sob in the fabric of my sweater.

“Ya gamar what’s wrong?” whispering, I hug me back with the same force he does me and gently stroke his hair.

His body shakes while he inhales in a deep and steadying way before answering me, “she called me today and asked if we could come over for dinner tomorrow night. She said… she said they needed to apologize and wanted to start over if that’s what I wanted.”

My own tears overtake my eyes as I drop onto the bed with Bucky still clinging to my waist. His prosthetic arm is cold where it’s worked its way under my sweater but I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when my mom and dad have finally begun to accept the man I wish to call my husband.

Nothing else matters to us at that moment.

[winuc]

honestly didnt know what to add @9nce for yew

[minkx3]

can you draw boo'qwurm? 👉👈

worm silly worm good yes yes

[aliveinacoffin]

request for maybe an all might fic of him neglecting (not paying any attention) to his daughter. And she’s depressed in the inside (but even more after sir night eyes death) but outside she is “happy and cheerful”. But then she just gives up on her looks and behaviour and then someone notices and tells him and then he finally acknowledges her and when he asks what’s wrong she finally snaps at him. (Sorry if this is long)

That's okay! Are you the person who requested the same for the aizawa fic? Your ideas are so good but so sad 🥲 I hope you're not going through a tough time :( also, I was unsure if you wanted it to be in readers pov, but it was already too late when I started, oops T_T

Important To You

Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

TW: Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, death,

Being the illegitimate and unwanted daughter of Toshinori Yagi wasn't all too bad. He was often times caring and meek, not really knowing how to be a dad to the daughter he never wanted.

But being the daughter of All Might? It was the worst thing in the world.

It made you feel guilty to feel that way. You knew his job was important, he had saved hundreds of lives every day for fucks sake! But he used to always be All Might. He had never been Toshinori, ever.

He used to never be home, always at his agency or out working. He used to just wire you money to let you fend for yourself if he remembered. Sir Night Eye, or as you knew him, Uncle Mirai, has been there from the beginning to make sure you were fed and made sure you were alive and safe every day. Ever since you were little, he would send someone from his agency to pick you up from school or from home to take you to his office.

Ever since your father's accident, his fight with All For One that left him chronically hurt, he had been spending more time at home. But it was all for naught since he just spent time locked away in his room or trying some new healing technique to try and get him back to his prime. He was still just as distant as always, but instead of the distance that separated you, it was the emotional availability.

Currently, you were sitting in your uncle-not-uncle's office doing school work while he typed away at his computer. Apparently, he was working with the Hero Commission for some secret project. Whatever it was, you knew it was serious business. Usually, he'd spill the beans to you, hoping that Hero business would rub off on you to give you more smarts or something like that. But you had never been usually interested in stuff like that, so most of the time, it was a lost cause.

But this time you were extremely interested, but he just wouldn't tell you.

"Please? Why won't you tell me? You know I won't tell anybody else, not like I could anyway." You muttered pitifully, scooting your school desk over to him. It was one he got for you when you were small, and he just continuously upgraded it as you got older. Faded drawings could still be seen, the main one still as bright as ever.

It was a stick figure of you and Mirai holding hands in an office, while All Might was a small figure in the clouds.

Spread out on your desk were math papers. You were a second year in a reasonably priced high school. What? Did you expect the quirkless daughter of the technically quirkless number one hero to go to hero school? Or even a prestigious high school? Hah, in your dreams.

"Because I can't. This is a very important mission. Hopefully, it will be over soon." Mirai said, his stiff form diligently working.

You sighed, hitting your head on your desk. Looking at your homework made your head spin, so you packed it up and pushed your desk to the back of his office. You grabbed the chair from the desk behind him and pulled up to sit next to him.

He immediately glared at you and exited all his open tabs. He called out to you, scolding you. You groaned and got up to face the back of his computer.

Mirai sighed and shook his head, mumbling a thank you as he reopened his work.

You took out your phone to play around on it, and you could feel his harsh gaze on you. You looked up, and half expected that he would tell you to 'smile more' or 'try to be more funny', but that's not what he said at all.

"What have you eaten today?" His voice was stern, almost cold in the way he said it.

You've always been in the middle of the weight class, with nearly childish features you inherited from your father. But you have never been the weight you could've been, always just falling short. Like always.

"Food, I ate today." You mumbled, looking away. Lying wasn't that hard for you. You lied all the time. Yes, I'm fine! Oh, don't worry about me, I'm just not hungry. Yes, my life is great! But when it came to your uncle? There was always a guilt there, like you were committing egregious sins when you lied about your homework or how home was like. The pain and squirming guilt outmatched the grumbling of your empty stomach.

"I asked what you ate today. You need to take better care of your body, you're a growing teenager, you must eat the proper meals to grow." Mirai scolded you, quickly opening an email to send some intern to get you food.

"It just slipped my mind." You shrugged, looking down like a pouting child.

"Then set reminders." He countered, not caring about your sour mood.

Sometime later, Mirio's shining face came in with a hearty meal and a large bottle of water.

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The mood was off, and everyone could tell, and you were no fool to it.

"Why's everyone so tense?" You asked, flinging your backpack at the entryway. Dragging a nearby chair to sit in front of Mirai's desk, taking your usual spot.

"Do you remember the case we're working on?" Mirai asked, green hair mussed and slightly greasy.

"The one you won't tell me about? Yeah." You scooted closer to his desk, leaning over in anticipation.

Today had been shit. There had been a presentation in class about your family history. Of course, you tried to get info from your father, but that ended up being pointless.

"Dad?" Your voice was small, and the knock you landed on your father's bedroom door was smaller.

There was rustling, on the other end. "Yes, hun?" He called out to you, somewhere in the depths of his room. Not bothering to even face you to talk to you.

"I uhm-I have an assignment for class, and I need your help." You said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You held the paper in your hands, the edges crinkling slightly as your nerves got the best of you.

"Oh? Why don't you ask Mirai, I'm sure he's much better equipped for your school assignments." You could hear the sound of papers hitting a desk, and a feeling of sadness filled you. They were probably lesson plans for that one student at U.A., the one he had been training the past couple of months. He was giving that one random kid more attention than you had gotten from him your whole life.

"Because for this one, I need to ask about my family history. It's about gathering information about my parents and grandparents and so on, it's to show our research skills. It's a summative grade." You explained. A large part of you was in denial, there was no way he'd say no, right?

"W-well-" Suddenly, his thin form peeked out the door, a kind smile on his face. "I'm really busy at the moment, how about later we can go through the closet and try to find some old pictures, huh?" Your father reassured.

"O-oh, okay!" You nodded fervently, trying to hide your disappointment. You went into the apartment living room, and sat down on your couch, pulling out the expectations and requirements for the assignment.

Later never came.

You did the same next day, asking him to help you, and each day was the same. Tomorrow alright? Oh later, is that okay? Each and every time, later never came. Timidly, you asked him why he kept pushing you off, trying to stress just how important this assignment was to your grade.

"Oh! I'm so sorry honey, my side has just been acting up, and I have so much work to do that it must've slipped my mind. I'm so sorry, how about I make it up to you? We'll get ice cream later, how about that?" Your father promised, his two bunny ears bouncing as he bowed slightly as he apologized.

"A-alright, as long as we get my assignment done." You said, trying to sound stern. Your tears threatening to spill out.

Later. Never. Came.

When it came time to present your assignment in front of the whole class, you were humiliated beyond belief and got the worst grade out of the class.

Back to the present, Uncle Mirai sighed and looked over at you from his computer.

"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow. I have been doing extensive research, and I can only strive for the best outcome." Mirai was looking down on you, but you knew he was trying to comfort you.

You had gotten wind of how serious this project was from wandering the halls of the building, seeing how solemn and serious people looked, and overhearing hushed whispers made you somewhat aware of what was happening. But not only that, the look of your uncle's appearance became more and more disheveled the more you saw him, just seeing how overworked he was.

"That's great! I'm sure this will help the agency's notoriety right?" You trusted your uncle's abilities, you knew how strong he was, how smart and capable both he and his team was. You didn't have a shadow of a doubt that he'd be fine. He had to be, after all. You had no one else but him. You didn't have friends, growing up around your uncle and absent father didn't exactly give you the best people skills. Everyone either thought you were weird, or a freak. Especially as a kid when you tried to brag that All Might was your father.

"But he is! All Might is my dad!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes as you stomped on the ground.

"Then how come you don't have a cool quirk like him? How come you don't have any pictures of him? How come he never picks you up from school or shows up to school?" The other kids jeered, a small group of other kindergarteners surrounding, you trapping you.

"Because he's busy! My uncle just says I'm a late bloomer!"

"More like a lame loser! Stop lying for attention." You felt a pair of hands shove you to the ground, and the group dispersed.

The rest of your childhood was the same, you gave up around middle school trying to convince people. The bullying just became too much for you. Around that same time, you stopped eating as much, and stopped caring about your appearance, what you wore, and what you did.

Your hair was long and often tangled, the ends light from all the damage done to your hair, your constant eyebags deep and dark, your unhealthy weight from either the lack of food or the lack of proper food. The only reason you even bothered to eat was to make sure you didn't upset your uncle, he was the one to make dentist appointments, hair appointments, and doctors appointments. He was the only one who ever came to important ceremonies for school, sometimes even going to parent-teacher conferences for you, he was the one to hold you after school while you cried, the one always there for you. Your uncle was the only one who even cared about you.

"The justice we will bring will be greater than the fame we will gain." He nodded, piercing yellow eyes boring into you. As if he could read your mind and not the future, he turned fully to you, giving you his full undivided attention.

"I promise it'll all work out in the end, you're a strong and capable girl. Now tell me, did Yagi ever help you with your assignment?" Mirai asked though both of you knew the answer.

You turned away from him, trying to hide the embarrassed tears that came crawling to the surface. "I failed, and now I barely have a C in that class."

He sighed and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He groaned and looked at you with annoyed eyes. "I should've known."

That made you giggle.

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"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow."

Today.

After school you immediately raced home, sending a text to Centipeder or Moashi, that you wouldn't need a ride to the office. There was no point anyway, your uncle wasn't there to keep you company.

You remember the first conversation you had with him, a funny misunderstanding that was the first development of your Kind Guardian/Kid relationship.

"I just don't understand." He said from the front of the car one day, unprompted.

"Uhm, what..do you not understand?" You piped up after a beat of silence, confused.

"well, for Sir Nighteye to even acknowledge someone, they must make him at least smile. But I haven't heard you tell even a pun to him, and yet he is very open with you. I am...also confused about the nature of your relationship." Moashi confessed, eyes constantly going back and forth between you and the road.

"O-oh, I'm his niece. And I'm...not very funny, I'm too awkward to try and tell him a joke every day." Your voice was weak and trailed off, embarrassment filling you. But you had told the truth, you struggled to even ask to go to the bathroom, let alone try the daunting task of trying to tell a joke. He hadn't made you do it when you were too young to tie your shoes, why suddenly start now?

"ah, I apologize for my unprofessionalism." He asked, embarrassed himself too.

Since then, you felt a little bit more comfortable around him, even if most days you sat in the back looking out the window.

Still, none of that mattered when you turned on the TV, feeling like a little get as you sat right in front of the screen.

"Oh sweetie, please don't sit so close to the screen, it's bad for your eyes." You could hear your father's voice behind you.

You didn't even bother to pull your attention from the screen when you spoke to him, "You know that's actually not true. Plus, Uncle Mirai has his raid today, and I need to know the result." You quickly surfed through channels, and you jumped when you found the one you needed. A helicopter was circling above an inconspicuous-looking house, absolutely swarmed with heroes.

"That's today? I hope young Midoriya will be okay." Toshinori mumbled, and it made you glare at your TV screen without realizing it. Your emotions were on the fritz, you hadn't eaten since yesterday, hadn't slept, hell you hadn't even drunk water. Too nervous to do anything other than go through the motions of life. Your head hurts, your eyes stung, and you felt like absolute shit, but you needed to know.

You heard your father sit down behind you, but you didn't move an inch to give him a better view.

Then, it began.

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They won.

The heroes won, and they arrested all members of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. But there were heroes so gravely injured that they needed to be life-lined out, and when they zoomed in on the victims' faces, listing off their names, both you and your estranged father ran to the car to race to the hospital.

Normally, your father was a strict follower of the rules, especially when it came to the laws of the road. But at this moment, the speed limit just didn't exist.

Hell, you guys were pushing a hundred while on your way to the hospital, the ride deathly silent. You were too terrified to speak, and your father remained unreadable to you.

The ride to the hospital was the most unbearable experience of your life.

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You ran ahead of your father, not even helping him get out of the car as you burst into the hospital. Hurridly, you ran up to the receptionist, speedily saying your name and asking for Mirai Sasaki. She pointed you to his secluded room, and you didn't even bother to thank her as you took off at top speed.

It felt like your world was crashing down, your breath coming in short, and panicked. You could barely breathe, barely think, the only thing you could do was run.

Your lungs burned when his room came into sight, a scream was worming its way from your throat, your heart and chest burned absolutely alit with fear.

Some part of your mind registered a green-haired boy and a blonde boy in the room, but it didn't matter as you slammed the door open.

A sob forced its way out your mouth when you opened the door, your eyes clouding with tears when you drank in the sight of your uncle. "Mirai!" That scream tore its way out of you in a voice you couldn't recognize as yourself.

You rushed over to his side, grasping onto the sidebars as if your life depended on it like it was the only thing keeping you here on earth.

The display of his health horrified you. His usually cunning eyes were dull and glazed over. His naked body was filled to the brim with tubes, filling the hole in the middle of his abdomen. His body was weak, the blue veins visible under his thin flesh, covered in sweat as he weakly breathed, his lungs wheezing with the strenuous task of pumping hair into his body. He looked over to you slowly, a small smile tugging across his face as if the mere act of making a minuscule smile drained what little life force he had left. His usually neat hair was mussed up, a sight people rarely saw because his appearance was the second most important thing to him.

He reached a shaking hand to you and placed it gently on yours. It was such a stark difference, the feeling of his cold and weak hand gently resting on your hand, still clenching as hard as you could next to him. Tears were freefalling now, hitting his pale arm and sliding down it. His hand trembled on top of yours, and you hurridly grasped it with both of yours to ease the shaking.

"U-uncle-y-you-" You tried to speak, but snot and tears made it difficult to speak. Your throat was tight, the feeling of thorns and barbed wire made it near impossible to even breathe.

He called out to you, voice soft and small, shushing you in an instant. "Breathe, you must calm down. You're having a panic attack." Mirai's words were shaky, and he tried his best to reassure you, even at a time like this.

"But you're-you're-" You couldn't even finish your sentence, couldn't even think of the word coming to your mind.

Dying.

He was dying.

Your uncle, the man who raised you, the man who made sure you ate every day, who made sure you had clothes, who taught you to tie your shoes, brushed your hair, and had held you on your best and worst days, Mirai Sasaki was dying.

And there was nothing to stop it.

When your father had almost died in his fight with All For One, you had been upset, sure. But Mirai had reassured you that he'd live, he even used his quirk to ease your worries, so you hadn't been as worried. Sure, it was still a deeply traumatizing event and was a hard time for you and your father. But you had Mirai, you always had Mirai.

And now he was leaving you, he was leaving you behind. The man who had replaced your father your whole life was abandoning you, and there was no way to stop it.

"Please, please don't leave me." You cried, finally managing to say words to him.

Mirai's face never faltered from his gentle smile, and his eyes crinkle slightly. "My child, please don't cry. Please don't forget your smile." He looked up at the ceiling and rested his hands on his wheezing chest. Your uncle's body completely relaxed, but he still had a smile on his face.

"When you were born, your father...did not want to keep you. Toshinori wanted to leave you at an orphanage, but I refused. I wanted you, I wanted you so badly I promised to take care of you. So I did. For the first couple of years of your life, I took complete care of you." He wheezed. "But he realized just how precious you were, so he took you back." Mirai mustered up the strength to look at you again, and it was obvious that the smile on his face was fake. "I've regretted that day every day. I should've kept you and raised you on my own. So I made sure to the best of my abilities that you were okay. But, I failed." Now, tears were falling from his eyes.

"Nno, no you didn't-" You started, voice full of panic, but he shushed you.

"Let me finish." He took a deep breath in and continued. "Every day I knew I should've kept you, it pained me to see you in such miserable conditions. Before I realized it, I had grown contempt for Toshinori. I hated seeing you in such a state, but I never wanted you to hate your father, so I just tried to help you in any way I could, and kept my anger to myself. I don't know when, but you had morphed into my own daughter over time. Maybe you always were, I'm unsure. Still, I want you to know one thing. I love you, and I always have. Please, promise me you'll live your life with a smile on your face and a kind heart, don't forget who you are." You gasped, trying to get as much air through the tears and agony.

"I promise, I swear on my life I'll honor your legacy the best I can." At this point, you were practically in the hospital bed with him, hunched over and clawing at his shoulders and hands.

"Remember to take care of yourself, live for me, and grow older than I'll ever be." Mirai shakily reached up to grasp at your face, weakly trying to wipe away your tears.

You closed your eyes, trying to appreciate and memorize his touch. "I pinky promise, I love you so much." Your eyes flew open when his touch disappeared, and your heart broke at the sound of his heart monitor flatlining.

At that moment, when nurses rushed in and your father's weak hands tried to pry you away you felt it.

Everything after that day was a blur.

Your world stopped that day.

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You don't remember how you got home that day, or what you did the rest of that week. Hell, even his funeral was a blur. You didn't go to school, didn't eat, didn't sleep, you didn't even leave your room. You just didn't exist anymore, like you had died with him.

Moashi had tried to contact you, calling and texting you constantly. He wanted to go over the will. His will.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to answer him, or to check your phone, or even to look over to see it.

A week or two or however long into your depressive episode, your father came into your room. He was holding a plate of food and a glass of water, looking just as bad as you.

"I brought you food." Toshinori whispered like you were ready to break at any moment. Maybe you were, or maybe it was too late, and you were already broken, instead, he was being careful of the pieces of your heart that were scattered around.

You didn't even spare him a glance, still staring at the ceiling. "I'm not hungry." You didn't even sound like you, voice rough and damaged. Vocal cords fried from unuse.

"You must eat. You cannot keep living like this. What would Mirai-" Your father started, and you shot up out of your bed.

"Stop. Don't you fucking dare use his name. You have no right to even think of him." You growled, getting up out of your messy bed. You hadn't changed your clothes from that day, your life was slowly slipping away from you, and even doing basic tasks seemed impossible. You knew you smelt, you knew you were a disgusting mess, and you could feel the grime and filth from lack o personal hygiene and care. But you just couldn't.

Your head swam from the sudden movement, your body trying to shut down on you. You felt weak and disorientated, and the constant gnawing hunger pains ate away at you. Your teeth ached, your head and body itched, your body and mind just hurt.

"Do you have any idea how horrible it was to live with you? Oh, sorry, to live by myself? I used to get bullied for trying to tell everyone you were my dad, it got so bad that I stopped talking at one point because every day people were telling me to kill myself. I used to not eat, and did you ever notice? No! Because All Might didn't have a daughter, so he was never home. He was there for every fucking person in Japan but his daughter. There were times when I didn't come home, and you didn't even notice wasn't there. Did you even care if I ate? What I do? You let me fail an assignment because it was just too much of a bother. Who do you think took care of you when you almost died? Where were you all the times I stayed home because I was sick?" Your voice was raw, and your throat burned from the agony of yelling at him. But you didn't care, you didn't even have any tears left to cry. You had nothing left.

"Mirai was always there to kiss my wounds, he came to everything. Ever wondered if I know how to play instruments? What my hobbies are? Mirai did! He encouraged me to pursue what I loved and came to all my plays, and performances, kept every drawing I made him, every craft I did." You fell to the floor, exhausted. You looked up to Toshinori Yagi, the stranger you've lived with for the past sixteen years. He was not your father, he never had been, your real father, the man who loved you unconditionally and wholeheartedly was dead. And he was never coming back.

"I hate you, I wished I had never been born to a man like you. You're not my father, you've never been my father. You should've died instead of him." You spoke your truth, glare downright murderous as you watched the horrified man in front of you. You felt no regret as he started to tear up, clutching his damaged side in pain.

You'd live up to your promises to your father, but you'd also never come to regret the words you uttered to the man who you shared blood with.

Just because you shared blood with someone, that did not automatically make them family.

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Holy shit;;;;; that was 4,538 words. Longest one-shot I ever fucking wrote. My computer is literally slowing down because I wrote this all on Tumblr lmaooo

Kinda don't like the ending, but I had so much fun writing this,,,, THANK YOU SO MUCH WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS, at first I was nervous because 'oh no how tf do I write this' but then it just started FLOWIN gyat dayum.

anyways, little notes incase you were wondering,,

Reader was abandoned by her mom after she was born, and mummy dearest managed to hand her back to toshi before she disappeared,,later she died pretty young, so, unfortunately, kiddo will never meet her. Toshi wanted to leave her because he couldn't deal with a child, but sir felt an instant connection with her and wanted her,,so he really did raise her but toshi saw how cute she was and was just like 'it wont be hard to raise a child right?' how wrong he was,,over time sir started to hate toshi, meaning his room isn't decked out in all might merch and isn't as harsh on deku and mirio when they come around,,if anything, kiddo made him much softer than he is in anime, because he knows what its like to be a dad(tm),, he never took her back because he didn't want her to hate toshi, so he just kept his anger to himself. (meaning he ain't creepy to bubble girl, thinking if anyone did that to his daughter hed fuckin kill them),,in his will, he left the agency to centipder so thats still the same, but he's under strict directions to train reader to one day take over the agency for her own, not caring that shes quirkless. Reader and all might will never make up, and when he dies, she will not feel regret nor sadness over his death, she will silently hate deku from the sidelines, and will be an endeavor fan (ick) ([okay sorry that want little but I love her-])

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Okay so everyone has been flooding my asks the last few days with request which is incredible. I didn’t realise so many people enjoyed my writing 😂

[special-boi]

May I ask a female knight, perhaps with a bit of nip slip?

Lemme see what I can do c:

[mapis-putellas]

If anyone has any requests, feel free to send them in! <3

[tinyperson00]

request for @muitsuri (Sorry it took so longg!!!)

"Akira- "

"hm? :>"

"how do you even loose your Haori.. "

"oh dont worryyy! Katsu probably just took it to wash it or something ^^"

"Mhm.. *sigh*

"hehe"

lol I hope you like it!! I didnt color it cause I was 100% gonna mess up if I did ;-;

sorry it took so long as well.. I started it a week or so ago then lost motivation for a bit cause something happened but Im all good now and it is complete:D

[stefanmikaleson1864]

0802

Requested by the lovely @sirishavenigalla​

I Really hope you enjoy this and it was worth the wait !!! 

So you know the Jamie Whelan x Indian American reader, I was watching the episode had this idea that Aditya could Diya Laghari’s brother and the reader is engaged to him ( She’s on the verge of ending their engagement). They have their differences because being Indian American she supports Ukraine, she understands why India has to remain neutral from a political sense . She’s witness to the bombing and the fact Diya steals Equipment that’s dangerous . Not only is she roped in to this entire mess she has to face her Jamie her ex who still has feelings for her ( and is carrying around an engagement ring )and whom she still feelings for and oh the fact that pissed of and hurt when he find she’s engaged and the team hid it from him in worry that his feelings would compromise the case

Y/N’s POV 

Everything was just falling apart. You knew what you had to do you couldn’t just bring yourself to do it

. It was just another thing on your plate. It was filling up so fast that you couldn’t take anything off. Things with your fiance was on it’s last leg and you couldn’t bare to break it off. 

You just felt like a failure. Your previous relationship with Jame didn’t really work out. You always had feelings for him. But when things got real you backed out like you always do. It was just easier to back out before you got hurt. 

Then you meant Aditya and he was okay on paper. He a job and he was safe. You didn’t not have feelings for him. 

He was nice and he was comfortable but he just never gave you those feelings. That passion that made you feel alive. 

There was also the different in opinions. You wanted to do the right thing but he just never saw your way of thing.

 You understood the political side of staying neutral but you couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. 

Especially when it came to Diya. you knew he was stealing equipment and you knew it was going to end up in the wrong hands. People could get hurt and you pleaded with him to stand down. 

But he wouldn’t budge he just kept telling you to stay out of it. That’s what a women should do just stand behind her man and listen. God how did you ever let yourself this thing was safe. 

There was a bad feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t shake. You knew if something was going to happen it was going to happen soon.

But you had to do something. Sitting back and pretending like it wasn’t happening wasn’t any good with you anymore. 

So you had a meeting with the FBI today. You didn’t know how it was going to go but you had to at least try.

 You were nervous heading in thinking of all the different scenarios that could potentially happen. 

You walked out to the apartment and tried to push all the bad thoughts away. You didn’t need to convince yourself not to talk. 

You made your way to the car when there was suddenly a loud boom. It knocked you off your feet and you think you may have lost consciousness for a moment because things were black. When you opened up your eyes everything hurt.

Your ears were ringing and everything was blurry. There was screaming and some fire coming out of your car. It was hard to process everything that was going on. 

You tried your best to get up but a voice told you to stay put. 

“Hey hey be careful stay here” The man said. 

You ignored his request and you sat up sitting on the curb. 

“Who the hell are you” You asked not sure why you said it with a tone. 

“Detective Elliot Stabler Organized crime” He said 

“And what are you doing here detective” You asked. 

“Long Story Let’s go” He said. 

He helped you up and you almost instantly fell down because your knees were so shaky. He helped lift you back up and you leaned on him for help. He pulled you to a car and put you in the back. 

“Drive “ Was all he said. 

“What the hell is going on and you need to tell me where the hell your taking me” You said. 

“Okay calm down I’m not kidnapping you i’m taking you back to my office i guess you could call it” Stabler said 

“No okay I have somewhere I have to be” You said 

“The FBI you mean” He said 

“How do you know that” You asked getting upset he wasn’t giving you answers and he did in fact kidnap you. 

He didn’t say anything after that he just gave you a little laugh. You decided to drop it because in fact he was not going to give you any answers you were looking for. 

You all drove for a little bit before reaching your destination. Elliot got out and you followed right behind him. You were still hurt but the adrenaline was just taking over at this point.

You followed him into this building and you were looking around trying to figure out what the hell was going on. 

Everyone was just doing  their own thing there was a girl on the computer. And some people at a desk. When he yelled they all turned around to look at him and then saw me and gave me a surprised look when they saw me. 

“Hey what’s going on here” Some lady in a blazer and long braids asked. 

“Look i know it wasn’t the plan but i guess by now you heard about the bombing” Elliot said. 

“We just got word but still you had other options” She said

“We really don’t not anymore” Stabler said. 

“Why don’t we all stop and tell me what the hell is happening” You said getting angrier. 

“First off Ayanna Bell and this is Jet Slootmakers with Detecive Bobby Reyes” She said. 

“And you are  Diya Laghari’s fiance.” She said 

“Okay and” You said. 

“We been following your fiance  for the past couple months and that also means we’ve been following you” She said 

“Well does he have to do with me” You asked 

“We know your a good person who wants to do the right thing.” Bell said 

“We know you had a meeting with FBI but you can’t trust those guys okay. They always got someone in their pockets” Stabler said. 

You were about to say something when a way to familiar voice entered the room. 

“What the hell is going on” Jamie yelled 

You scrunched up your face and got tense. You had no idea what the hell he was even doing here. 

“Listen Jamie we need her” Sgt Bell Said. 

“No there’s gotta be another way.” He said 

“What ever the hell is happening put it aside we got a dangerous criminal with dangerous epuipment out there. She’s our only way of making sure no one else gets hurt” Stabler said. 

Jamie had now walked more into the room and he just kind of looked at you. He was upset you could tell. It had to be hard for him no doubt it was hard on you to. 

You gave him a soft look and when he took a moment to see how messed up you were he could see the worry in his eyes. 

“I’ll do it okay I wanna help I don’t want anyone getting hurt” You said softly to him. 

Jamie was about to say something then he just stopped and looked at your ring. You could see the hurt in his eyes. 

“I didn’t know you were” Jamie started 

“I thought you were watching me” You said to him giving him a confused look 

“We kept him out of it we knew about your guy’s past” SGT Bell said. 

“Makes sense” You said. 

“Excuse me” Jamie said. 

He walked out of the room 

“I’ll talk to him” Stabler said.

Something in you knew it had to be you. He wasn’t gonna listen to anyone else. 

“I got this” You said. 

You walked out the room and was tailing behind Jamie 

“Hey wait up” You yelled. 

He opened up the door and went outside. The door almost slammed in your face but you were able to grab it last minute. 

“Hey talk to me” You said 

Jamie turned around and gave you a hard look. One you only knew he had when was pissed. 

“What the hell” He asked

“Listen it’s a long story” You said

“Bullshit we only been broken up a year and half and now your already engaged to some other man.” Jamie said fuming. 

“We broke up I don’t have to follow your timeline on what you think should happen” You said yelling. 

“Now why don’t you address what this is really about” You said 

“Why him why the hell would you wanna be with someone like that” Jamie asked 

“I didn’t know he was like that okay not at first then i got in to deep and i’m trying okay I’m trying to get out” You said your voice breaking. 

Jamie softened up when he saw you like that. 

“Why didn’t you want to be with me anymore we had everything going for us” He asked. 

“I just had some stuff going on. Okay and it was just complicated” You said 

“Complicated for you not for me” Jamie said in a soft tone. 

You opened your mouth to say something when Stabler ruined the moment. 

“Guys sorry to break up this little lover moment but we got something” He said. 

You both just looked at each other and walked inside. Everyone was no gathered around Jet’s desk looking at their computer. 

“What’s going on” Jamie asked 

“We got word that  a bomb threat came in at the courthouse it looks like it could be legit” Jet said. 

“Makes sense Diya’s competition is on trial today. He was worried they might talk” You said 

“Were get bomb squad down there right away” Sgt Bell said. 

“I’ll go too if he’s there maybe I can help” You said 

“No its to dangerous” Jamie said 

“I can take care of myself” You said. 

“She’s right she could know something that might help us” Reyes said. 

“I’m going with her” Jamie said. 

“Yea” Sgt bell said just nodding to. She knew it would be a losing battle to say something.

They all knew he was still in love with you. Even if you did break his heart. 

“Let’s head out” Elliot said.

You all walked out and you and Jamie walked side by side together. You got in his car and it was just the two of you. 

“I’m sorry I really am” You said to him 

“I know” Was all Jamie could get out. 

He sped down to the courthouse as fast as he could. 

When you got there you could tell something was happening. Bomb Squad and Swat were there helping to evacuate people. You knew that something was already reported otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten their before Y’all. 

You and Jamie got out and you both walked over to a officer to see what was going on. 

“Detective Whelan what’s going on” He asked. 

“A court house reporter said they saw a suspicous looking package inside the courtroom.” The officer said. 

You knew what you had to do. Diya never showed you himself how the bombs worked but you were in enough rooms when they talked about it to figure it out. 

“I’m going in what courthouse number” You asked 

“What no way in hell” Jamie said grabbing your arm 

“I can help I’ve been in the room where these people talked about how they work” You said 

You looked at the officer again 

“Now tell me what room number is is” You asked 

“13 Ma’am” Was all the officer said. 

You ripped your arm away and ran in Jamie right behind you. You made you way to the courtroom your heart beating fast and legs shaking. 

“Hey right here” Jamie said 

You turned around and took a deep breath before heading in. 

You walked in and turned your head and saw the package. It looked familiar you knew it needed a combinnaiton to defuse it. 

You walked over to it and slowly opened up the box. Jamie was right behind you. 

“It needs a number combination to stop it” You said looking up at him. Your hands were shaking. 

He grabbed your hands and gave it a squeeze.

“You can do this I believe in you just think about it what numbers mean something to him” Jamie asked. 

“I don’t know he’s a weird guy maybe his birthday” You said 

“Nah come on think of something else” Jamie said. 

You looked at the timer it had 2 minutes and counting. 

“What about my birthday” You guessed. 

Jamie just looked at you and shook his head. 

The clock seemed like it was moving super fast. You were down to under a minute now. So you took a deep breath and thought of it. 

“HIs first business deal the one he closed on he talks about it all the time” You said yelling. 

“Yes yes” Jamie said 

Your hands shaking you put the numbers in. 0802

The numbers started going faster and Jamie lunged over and grabbed you close. You laid into them to afraid to speak or breath. 

The timer made a noise and your heart stopped beating. Preparing for the worst. 

After a minute when nothing happened you and Jamie both let go and looked at each other. You looked over at the bomb. It had stopped at exactly one second and you both took a giant breath of relief . 

You both looked at each other and started laughing and crying tears of joy. You didn’t even think about what happened next. 

You lunged and kissed him and he kissed you back hard. You smiled in his face and you could tell he was smiling back at you. 

After the kiss broke he looked at you with a face you hadn’t seen in a while. Happiness. 

You put your hand on his leg and looked at him confused when you felt a box.

“What is that” You asked.

Jamie just kind of put his head down and you could tell he was upset 

“Hey what is it” You asked 

He just reached into his pocked and pulled out a ring box. You let out a loud gasp and grabbed it out of his hands. 

“Is this what I think it is” You asked 

“I’ve been carrying it around this whole time” Jamie said looking up at you tears in his eyes. 

“Omg i had no idea why” You asked 

“ i didn’t wanna let you go” He said. 

You grabbed his hands  and gave them a squeeze. 

“I was scared of getting hurt. I love you so much and I was afraid of the risk Diya was safe or well I thought he was. You didn’t deserve that” You said 

“You didn’t say that in the past tense” Jamie said 

“Said what” You asked 

“I love you” He looked up and smiled at you. 

“That’s because I never stopped. “You said 

He smiled and leaned in and kissed you. You kissed him back softly the same butterflies coming back as they never left. 

“Well i hate to break this up but stop messing up my crime scene” Stabler said 

You both pulled apart laughing. He helped you up and you looked at Elliot 

“Sorry” You said 

“Yea yeah get going” He said smiling. 

You both walked out Jamie had thrown his hand over you. 

You walked out the courthouse and the fresh air never felt so good.  You looked down at your hands which were still shaking. 

You looked at the ring on it and pulled it off. You tossed it into the trash can.

Jamie saw and smiled and kissed the top of your head. 

“Good thing you got something better to replace it” He said 

“Hell yeah I do” You said 

No more taking it easy. Jamie was worth every risk possible.