The story of Y/n, the daughter of Shota Aizawa when finding out her quirk ,at the age of 2 unlike most children, Her mother was going to take Y/n with her until Aizawa stopped her, and both of them getting hurt. with the new school year starting at UA, Y/n was taken with Shota and was taken care of different teachers, until a year later when All might scares the girl... My hero Academia doesn't belong to me

After a catastrophic event in your remote farmhouse leaves you unconscious, you wake up in a house... not just any house. A mansion full of monsters- carved smiles, empty eye sockets, masks, and tension. You seemed to have caught someone's eye though. Contains harsh language, and graphic content. (Body horror, vomit, disturbing actions, sex scenes, I tried to be as realistic as possible. Re-readinh this, it's a rather disgusting story so if you're queazy about this stuff be careful). I've been a part of the creepypasta fandom FOR A MINUTE. (Now I'm talking like 10 years...) So I'm basically a veteran loser. My creepypasta addiction is seeping back into my life, so I decided to start up a brand new wattpad account and begin writing little stories that came to mind.

The Freak Circus x Fem!Reader "They're freaks!" "Everything changed when they arrived!" "Go back to wherever hellhole you freaks came from!!" Humans, say that they were the higher beings. They believe so and they live with that belief. One would be superior to the other. A silent competition amongst them. Yet, they didn't even know of the monsters who lurked amongst their very shadows. Here they come, The Freak Circus of Horrors. A cluster of clowns and jesters who came from nowhere. A travelling circus has sent foot to your town, receiving doubtful and judging glares from the locals. Who wouldn't be freaked out? A series of clowns showed up for their circus performances at night. What differs them from the usual circuses? They mainly create scares. Horror were their theme of performance. Their undeniably eerie behavior had creeped out most of the locals. Even their appearances were freaking them out. The sharp grins. Tiny slits for eyes that glowed menacingly every performance. Not to you, though. They were somewhat... erm... attractive, in their own way. A freak you were in your own way. You weren't very special, just seen as a weird individual as a kid before everything even settled on your pretty little head. Already labeled as the weirdo by the kids your age. You didn't care. Not anymore. Maybe that's what attracted them to you. It's how different you were to the usual human personality that they were so used to. Especially him. Oh, to him, you were an angel, something special who sees him as something more than who he is... and he needs you. To keep believing. He needs your eyes on him. Your skin, hands, everything about you. He needs all of you, all to himself. He wouldn't let the others get you. You were his. I do not own any of the characters of The Freak Circus. All credits to Neko Bueno, original creator of the game "The Freak Circus" and its characters.

Basically, the reader, aka, You are a surrogate for your sister because she found out she was infertile. Under different circumstances, you would've flat out never offered. But shes your older sister. The one you swore you'd protect and defend. You both went through so much and you knew how much she wanted to be a mother. To have a kid and raise him or her in a household where the mom wouldn't be beat to death, where the dad wouldn't go haywire and start hurting the child out of rage. Or try to kill the mom in front of her kids and see what they would do to get him to stop. You both went through fucked ip shit through your childhood. Even your little sisters, but they never really got beat like you and your older sister were. They never got beat to the point you couldn't move without feeling plunges of pain. And even then. You never hesitated to take your sister's beatings if it were possible. You were the strongest in the family, besides your dad. You made sure of it. You wanted to be the one your sisters called to for help when they were in trouble. You wanted them to know you cherished and loved them. Even if one day, it would cause you to never see them again... Anyways, this is a Various Freak Circus members X Surrogate Fem! Reader. Warning! ⚠️ mentions of: drug usage, abuse, mentions of rape, suicide, blood, gore, depression, anxiety, child birth, labor, oc traits but not name (for reader) variated writing styles. And swearing. Lots of swearing.

- Based on "The Knocker" Minecraft Mod ---- You live in a quiet space, off the grid - It never bothered you being alone. You took care of your own daily tasks and kept to yourself. But what happens when it's soon disturbed? When you can't help but feel watched? When you swear you're seeing things in the corner of your eye? Or when you hear that knock on your door? Again, and again, and again.

Alastor X Female Reader 🔞 You and Alastor have been best friends since you were 5 years old. With Alastor being the famous serial killer of your time, not realising that his actions will end your life short on earth. Will your time in hell be cut short being reunited with the now radio demon? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Start date: 11/04/2024 End date: 11/08/2024 Please read the Author Notes Warnings will apply for triggers such as smut, depression, violence, etc. for the safety of the reader. 18+ All Hazbin Hotel characters belong to the creator Vivziepop

COVER DRAWN BY ME! :) That smile. That damn smile. He was the reason her peaceful life in her small town, Moonsboro, flipped upside down. Out of everyone, he wanted to ruin her. He took everything away from her. She hated him. So why couldn't she stop staring at his smile and wonder what it would feel like against her own? A Jeff the Killer slowburn. (Also posted on AO3 @k_moffy)

"Excuse my rude behavior, I hadn't eaten in days. But I believe you and I could make good friends if you allow me to eat here and take whatever I need." A sadistic grin crept the man's ghostly white face. "And what if I don't let you?" The intruder's grin grew even larger. It was purely sinister, maniacal. [Name] cursed at herself for trying to be bold. "Then you and your friend will die." ~ After discovering a corpse near her work place, [Name] finds herself traumatized and obsessed with the murders happening around her town. Had she listened to the logic in the back of her brain and not the other part incapable of letting go of the traumatic incident, maybe fate wouldn't feel so close. But the strange bond she forms with the maniacal serial killer shows that everyone, even monsters, have scars to heal. Highest Ranking: #41 creepypasta !! Cover art is by @shatteredankles on insta !!

// Book 13 of the Poppy Playtime collection! 🪡⚠️🩸🖤(𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.𝘊𝘰™ ) // please note this is platonic! 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? (𝑌/𝑁) 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑏 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑤. "𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡."

You were new to your job, tasked with studying anomalies and caring for the creatures that didn't immediately attack when approached. You loved your work and held no ill feelings toward Urbenshade-after all, they protected humanity by capturing the dangerous anomalies and creatures that could wreak havoc in the human world. But everything changed when you met Z-13, known as Sebastian Solace-a human mutated by Urbenshade into a monstrous, over three-meter-tall sea creature hybrid. He despised everyone and everything... until he met you. For the first time, someone treated him like a human being-acknowledging his emotions and showing him a kindness he hadn't felt since being trapped in this nightmare. What happens when a mutated fishman's gaze lingers longer than it should-watching, waiting, never quite letting go? When his presence becomes an unshakable shadow at your side, blurring the line between protection and possession? And when the quiet moments between you begin to hum with a tension that neither of you fully understands, the boundary between care and something far more consuming starts to fade.