Jacket finds and keeps a hidden spiral notebook and writes down his new experience and time with the PayDay gang.

• mr sandman, bring me a dream, make him the cutest that i've ever seen • A Halloween AU where Michael doesn't kill anyone after getting out of the asylum and instead is just Laurie's weird older brother. Beware: sibling shenanigans ahead. [Semi-connected Oneshots]

No one in the Payday Gang has heard Jacket's voice. They become determined to change that. [Contains violent content.] UPDATE: This work had an overhaul recently. I wrote this before I went to university for literature. So I went back and updated it. If you'd like to see the better version, check it out on Archive of Our Own! -Gabi

"We're all your slaves! What do you want from me!" "Your wrong..." "Your all my mothers slaves..." "But your mine~" No that's not sexual shut up ;-; Based on a story I created in my notebook XD and the characters don't belong to me they belong to there rightful owners. #4 in SIXXSEVEN! 3-3-19 #1 in SIXXSEVEN! 12-8-19 9-6-17 (Cover Art by: JKMeiLinh on DeviantArt) (Will remove if ever asked by original Artist)

i've buckled under my desire to make a cringey ship story for villainous. hope you enjoy me having no self respect (a few of the concepts in this story were inspired by @anxious_bee 's "Claimed" and "Gray War", such as what flug looks like and the concept of tracking heartbeats). They're also the reason i let myself do this) - Black Hat Inc. is, for the first time in a long time, in some big trouble. A hero has successfully beaten out Demencia and 505, sent Black Hat far away enough for him to not intervene by giving him some hero fodder to fight, and is currently throttling Dr. Flug. It seems like all hope is lost. The hero rips Flug's bag off tauntingly, revealing the frightened man beneath. But he begins to change. Black Hat returns just in time to see Flug going berserker mode on the hero, and something in him makes a decision: He wants to see it again.

"H..E..LP.. ME.. P.. L.. EAS..E.." [ reset ] [ . . . ] [ rebooting. . . ] . .. ... Hello. I am RX800, a specially designed android created by CyberLife. I hope I can be of assistance. "We had to wipe it's memory, so you'll need to give it a name. RK800, register your name." "Shuichi." [ registering. . . ] . .. .... "My name is Shuichi."

The idea that you buy people to do whatever you please with them didn't settle well with Shuichi. So in order to really find out what life was like behind the scene, he had to get one himself. He had to buy himself a partner. But never in a thousand years did he picture himself actually falling for him.

"I need you to teach me." "Nishishi~ About what?" "I need you to teach me how to lie." "Nishishi~ Anything for you, my beloved Saihara-chan~" Shuichi knew that this was a bad idea, but he had to learn. Kokichi would be having way too much fun with this. Thease lying lessons would let him spend so much time with his beloved detective. Tw: Mentions of self harm/suicide, cannon vocabulary, boy × boy, SPOILERS!!!! (Not all the murders that happen in the game happen in this fic. Some are prevented, some happen for the sake of the story.)

››› [COMPLETED] "Dear, Blonde Loud Next Door Neighbor, I see that you have your own boys volleyball team, that's nice. I hope you guys lose every game. Seriously, I watched your team, they kind of suck. Anyways, I'm writing this note to tell you that you're really annoying in the morning and afternoon and your kids are pretty aggressive, always yelling "DIE!" every five seconds. I also have, like, five of your volleyball balls somewhere in my backyard and one broke my window. You're paying. I'll send the bill in your address. Anyways, please control your voice level, your suck ass of children, their own voice levels and their crazy ass strength of throwing balls into my backyard and windows. Thank you. From, Me, your next door neighbor." In which, Shota Aizawa is a lazy 27-year-old author who takes months to write his stories and never ever leaves his house, unless if it's to see his editor, other than that he never leaves. Really, he stays inside all day. It's awful. Hizashi Yamada is an energetic volleyball coach who coaches-more like babysits-a bunch of rowdy teenage boys that gets into a bunch of hand fights, arguments and are not very good at playing volleyball, always throwing a ball in the direction into Shota's house. And Shota gets pretty freaking annoyed by them. "Dear, Lovely Neighbor, LMAO UR ALIVE, I THOUGHT U WUZ DEAD WTF. YO WASSUP!! YO FIND ME ON INSTA & WE'LL CHAT THERE ;P" ©AizawaShota, 2017 ✧ 10-08-17 ; 12-25-18 ✧Cover by @babyboyfelix ✧ Side ships [minor]: Shinsou x Midoriya, Todoroki x Kaminari, Bakugou x Kirishima, Iida x Uraraka