Psycho brothers and a little angel sister sounds not so good together right? so what happens when an sweet angel comes live with her lovesick pyscho brothers so join their journey......🥰 I am not very good at description, so please 🥺 give my story a try🙏

Confused, lost and alone. This is Y/n, a young boy with no idea of his past and memories. Him and his brother Izuku are planning on going to the famous U.A High-school to learn and train to be great heroes. Tough challenges arrives and secrets are revealed through the journey. Find out the story of Y/n on his adventures on U.A, but most importantly, what kind of secrets are hiding beneath the shadows of his memories... My Hero Academia is owned by Horikoshi for his Manga along with Studio Bones for the Anime Adaptation.

Just a one shot collection for Junji Ito, requests open

He is 18 in this story so don't freak out :) (NSFW)

There will be no smut in this story and the reader is going to be based off a character in American horror story. I'm not sure who is going to read this buuut thank you

Mitsuri's younger sister y/n kanroji. Comes across upper moon 1, but doesn't get killed. Which is doesn't understand, but takes it as an act of friendship. She is similar to Misturi being born with muscles. She has black hair put into three braids the same as Mitsuri's. The rest of her outfit is the same as Mitsuri's besides she doesn't have the long socks. Characters beside Y/n don't belong to me.

"bru stop ignoring me." "Fuck out my face." Warning ‼️ Mentions of n word ,death, blood, and guns.

pistanthrophobia /pist(e)nTHrōˈfōbēə/ 𝘕𝘰𝘶𝘯 The fear of trusting people due to past experiences with relationships gone bad ┅︎┅︎┅︎❣︎┅︎︎┅︎︎┅︎︎ This story is about a single mom with somewhat extreme trust issues Until a certain green-curly-haired boy comes into her life and changes things for the better. Btw WOC!READER slowish burn The updates are gonna be hella slow too Btw I don't own any of the pictures of the beautiful ladies in here or any of the drawings

Summary: One thousand years ago, the king of curses lived his life carefree, nobody telling him what to do, breaking the rules of humanity while murdering women and children without a care in the world. Jujutsu sorcerers have stood up to the special grade but unfortunately, have fallen in vain. That was until two women came along, the king of curses instantly took a disliking of the idea of women -- two regardless standing up to him. But he somewhat liked the idea of women rising up to challenge him. One of them noticed that something was off when she watches from afar that the king of curses had unknowingly developed feelings for the other, she hoped her friend would notice this as well but little to her knowledge, she did. On that fateful day, everything changed. Now as a teenager and young sorcerer in training, she is caught in the crossfire when curses like Ryomen Sukuna crosses into her life once again, creating unknown emotions that comes natural to her. But in the end, there will always be a price to pay. Does she have what it takes to face it all.

Without hesitation, you start running again. As you round another corner, you notice the broken barricade doors. Confused, you wonder if it was the police-or perhaps the intruder? But if it were the police, there would be sirens blaring, and no one would be screaming for help. It must be the intruder. You have no idea whether they're male or female, how many there might be, or how they managed to break through the metal door. And more importantly, what are they after? "HELP ME! Ahhhh! Somebody Help ME!" You unconsciously move to the desperate cries, pulling you toward the shattered doors. Your feet move on their own, leading you past a corner room. There, sprawled on his back, lies a man-his anguished face twisted in terror. Two nurses hover over him, their hands buried deep in his open stomach, devouring him alive. "HELP ME!" he screams again, his voice raw and high-pitched, like a squealing pig. His head tilts unnaturally far back, his outstretched hand trembling as it reaches toward you, begging for salvation. You didn't move, you couldn't do anything but watch. Paralysis grips you as if the horror unfolding before you have chained you in place. All you can do is watch-watch as they rip him apart, as the light fades from his eyes, as the grotesque feast continues. The crimson pools spreading beneath him seem to beckon you, their silent cries are as haunting as his. The stench hits you next-a sickening blend of rot and decay emanating from the nurses, mingling with the sharp, metallic tang of blood. The air feels heavy, and suffocating, as the splatters of red paint the walls and floor in chaos. Then Another two gunshots, only this time it's fired right behind you.