Arc II of Carrying a Villain's Kid... Rei's eyes widened as the words resonated in her mind. After all this time, her son, Touya...was alive? She honestly didn't know how to feel. She feels happy and relieved, but the guilt is eating her up inside. If her son really is alive, would he even want to see her? After she shunned him because of his appearance? Because he couldn't help looking like Enji? Something he had no control of. After she was a terrible mother. "Touya's alive?" She asked in a whisper. Arc III of Carrying a Villain's Kid... "As you know, there have been a few cases already made against the President these past few decades, but one of them stood out to me the most" She paused. "And I think you're going to want to know" "Well spit it out, what is it?" Keigo asked, raising a brow in question. "A female omega, would now be in her late forties" She looked at the file in her hands. "Her name's Karin Tsubasa, your mother" Keigo froze and simply stared at the other omega across from him. Seconds in deafening silence felt like centuries. He gulped and let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "My what?"

How did it come to this? Hawks started with seeing Dabi on his favorite rooftop, and talked to him a few times. How did it end up with Hawks harboring a wanted villain in his apartment complex that just so happened to be on the same floor as Miruko? And after a few No-Feelings-Involved- moments of you-know-what, they both realize that maybe they want more than they already have. What was the word? Love? There will indeed be manga spoilers from chapter 290 and possibly 299 I think it is. There will be a shit ton of smut in here! This will not follow the events of MHA because I don't feel like it.

Laughing Jack? BEN Drowned? Eyeless Jack? Masky and Hoodie? I got them all! ***I'll be taking ANY requests!!!***

"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 !!

Breaking news is typically a term used to accentuate the severity of a set situation or event; socially, the term 'Breaking News' has become a sort of slang term in conversation to mean ' I have something important to tell you.' It was a phrase commonly heard, commonly spoke, and commonly disregarded. She really hoped that for once, maybe that wouldn't be the case as 'Breaking News' spread across the small static-ridden television, her name bolded in white lettering and her picture displayed on the screen.

You always wanted a way out of town and away from the trauma of your every day life, but who knew it would come to you in a blue mask? Your life was certainly troubled. You had no parents- they were stripped away from you by a faceless thing in the woods one night when you were a small child. You had a troubled friend group. You had a stressful, mind-numbing minimum wage job. You had a broken home, completed by the drunken, careless uncle who had once promised to take care of you and your siblings. It made you want to disappear. The grey man dressed in black was a surprise to you after a chaotic night at home, and it was just his luck you even found him. However, what you thought to be a strange new friend was lethal and full of old horrors, and you soon come to find that he wants to be much more than just friends. (Cover art belongs to me!) Started: 8/26/2022 First Published: 10/15/2022 Finished: [Pending]

Draco Malfoy was going to marry Harry Potter. It didn't matter that he was only eleven and had technically only met Harry Potter two months ago. He was a boy in love. Harry Potter was confused. No one liked him. He didn't have friends or even acquaintances but Draco Malfoy liked him so much he wanted to marry him! Can these two boys make it through their Hogwarts years without driving the whole school mad?

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram