as a child, you remember going to playtime co. factory since your mother work there but after 10 years of getting closed down you get a package in the mail it was weird coming from the company but there was something else that was going on then you expected

❝ i shouldn't fall in love with you. ❞ when ua high hires you to create artwork for the school, you get the opportunity to meet several pro-heroes, including the underground eraserhead. little did you know he would change your life forever. shota aizawa x reader i do not own any of the my hero academia characters.

Y/N finds herself running into an angsty dark haired man at a local cafe. What will come from this innocent action? Love, pain, sex, trust, hopelessness? 18+ readers. Reader is 18+, 20+ even. *smut* *cover art not mine, found on tumblr thank you talented original artist which I do not know* *I do not own the rights to MHA or the characters* *I am an eraser head simp.... don't know how else to put it* PS: I won't really be referencing the anime or manga of MHA here, definitely other characters in the universe but doesn't align with the current season/manga etc. PSS: first time writing... enjoy??? <3 PSSS: very much smut.... just a lot of smut and some random fluff, starts in the 2nd chapter and there is a lot...

Name Y/N L/N You have been all alone for many years in an abandomed underground testing facility. Until one particilar day you were noticed by the outside world. Will they give you an opportunity to start again? QUICK NOTE! : The book's re-write is already out! (MHA doesn't belong to me)

(Not finished, never will finish it. Funny to say, I wrote this back in my first year of high school for, honestly, shits and giggle but it blew up???? Idk... but I kinda just lost the original plot so it's all over the place, grammar doesn't make sense, nothing in this fucking book makes sense. So my apologies for the dear people whom have read this. I apologize for it being the way it is and how my mind just simply fucked it all up. I thought I could personally make my way up to the top and be so damn happy with it, yet looking back at my 14/15 year old self, it simply was a rich feeling that I was on top; to be honest, I felt like I was best out of all. Looking back and maturing A LOT, I don't feel or think that way. I understand we all have different writing skills or grammar; but that is simply just not in my case. I wrote this out of being greedy and thinking I simply wanted everyone to like it but turns out; even the painter hates its awful paintings. So you may read it if you would like, or don't. Just... idk, thinking about simply deleting it.) [But what I wanted to say is sorry. Sorry for breaking the many promises and wishes of the book to even made it this far.. younger me would have made it true yet knowing the older me wouldn't have.] (Y/N) had a one night-stand the night before her new job at Freddy's Pizzeria. Little does (Y/n) knows that guy she slept with is the co-owner of the Pizzeria. As she gets to kinda know this guy better, the more pain and suffering she goes though. Will (Y/n) stick around more? Will she leave him? (ALL PICTURES GOES TO THE ARTIST!!!) (CHARACTERS GO TO OWNERS!!) (ALL LYRICS GOES TO THE MUSIC ARTIST!!)

You move to the area next to Crystal Lake. You start your perfect life, but then the teens keep coming and disappearing and you get a secret admirer who brings you different kind of gifts. You meet someone from your past and you are not going to let them leave you ever again. Characters from the movie Friday the 13th don't belong to me. (The pictures are not mine!)

After meeting little boy when I was a child, I never knew how strong some feelings can be to others and those feelings last forever. Characters from the movies (Halloween) don't belong to me. (The pictures are not mine!)

You were an actress from California and he was a butcher from Texas. He fell in love with you because of your show. You travel to Texas to find someone but you need this really weird family in Texas. Characters from the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre don't belong to me. (The pictures are not mine!)