A collection of variety of oneshots on Voltage Inc characters. I do not own the characters besides MC. All belongs to Voltage Inc. Requests are opened. Highest rank: 712 in Romance

Hope gives drive to determination. Love is the impetus to protect. Hate is the motivation for malice. So what do broken dreams give birth to? Grief. And why does grief create? Rage. Bitter, cold rage. Midoriya Izuku was born quirkless. Nothing could prevent that. There was nothing wrong with it either, people just thought it weak upon their own accord. It was just their opinion. Midoriya didn't mind though. All he wanted to be was a hero. That's all he ever asked for. But when his mother dies, that's when it all fell apart. Broken dreams, then grief, then rage. Pity the ignorance of society. Pity the man who couldn't save a single child. And most of all, pity the child whose heart was too big to be a villain. Villain!Midoriya I DO NOT OWN BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Здравствуйте or ~Привет YURI ON ICE | ONE SHOT

You and Viktor were very close friends until you had to move to Japan because of your career as a figure skater. He stayed in Russia and at first you guys were often texting and stuff like that, but time by time you guys separated from each other. Now, 6 years later, Viktor comes to Japan to coach Yuri Katsuki. What happens next is beyond Viktor's Imagination... (This my first fan fiction so I'm not so good at it...)

This story is about 2 emo teens who eventually fall for each other.. But their love comes with a twist

These are all the creepypasta stories that I can find. If you know of any that you want me to find or you want me to read and stuff let me know! I'd love to know of new ones! So I hope you like! REMEMBER! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE!!!

10 year old Tiff is a creepy pasta fangirl.. She read the stories and even draws pictures of them. But, she gets bullied because she likes it. People make fun of her favorite characters and she HATES that the most. The bullying gets so bad, that she blackouts in the middle of the street. But then she realizes that the creepy pasta stories she loves are more the fiction. She finds out that she might be descended from the Singer of The Death, a mysterious creepy pasta. Is she? Could this be her family? Read to find out! WARNING: THIS STORY IS ABOUT ADVENTURE, HATCHETS, AND A WHOLE LOT OF CHEESECAKE

Excerpt: While I was reading I must of have drowned out the rest of the world but I heard the screeching of the chair across from me moving back. Looking up at the face attached to the arm I see a man in his late thirty with medium length brown hair and very bushy eyebrows. I'm not one to judge a book by its cover but he is very basic farmer boy. Taking a seat Without permission he sits back in the chair while sipping his drink. Deciding that since the bar was full he mustn't have been able to find a seat so I go back to reading. I get through four pages before he speaks, "whatcha reading?" Leaning forward onto the small table he tries to look over the book to make eye contact, but I just continue to ignore him. This goes on for a while until my dinner comes. Setting the book down on top of my bag on the Floor I make room for my meal. The stranger sits back into his seat and watches as the redhead sets down my food quite aggressively. So she probably spat in my food I thought.