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Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano
On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.
She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a
Creepypasta X Half Wolf!Reader [Part 1]The tall being stroked through the thick trees; reaching out every now and then to shield his blank face from the scratching branches and twigs that snapped backwards and hit him with each step he took.
Everything was blissfully silent - save for the crunching of leaves beneath his shoes, the almost inaudible squeak of mice and the occasional crow squawking out its dreadful, distorted melody.
If he had a mouth, he'd let out a long, defeated sigh. He'd taken this walk not in search of victims - but to escape the beat-up old house that he shared with numerous other outcasts.
There was Jeff, the insane 'human' who couldn't quit smiling. It was hard to tell whether he was human or not, but Slender Man believed him to be. There was also that beastly dog, Smile. Then of course that immature little elf, or pixie, or whatever he was named Ben. And then there's Jack, Hoodie and Masky.
It was a house for all the misfits, outcasts, 'monsters'. It was the house for those who didn't belong with thi
Dance I'm a kitty cat~ Denmark x Reader
(Name) Pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked her best friend’s home, as she entered she heard several thumps and assumed it was Mathias and a certain Norwegian man fighting.
Correction; it was probably Lukas choking Mathias with his own tie. With a sigh she set down the cake she had brought over for Emil’s birthday.
Just then (Name) heard her name called and heard a small thump coming from the stairs. Walking over she spotted something that immediately made her cry out in surprise.
“M-mathias!?” She stared at the male climbing down the stairs one by one like they were a cliff. He was now about 2 ½ in
Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.
You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.
Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,
Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.
At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them i
Brothers!Pru + Ger X Reader X Nordics - Part 5"So (your name)?" The Icelandic male spoke, placing a few of your belongings such as your books, writing utensils and other things onto a wooden desk that was pushed up the side of the wall in the spare room. Everything you had was mostly unpacked, and the room was finally starting to look as if someone lived there.
You glanced up to meet his purple gaze, wondering what he wanted. "You're taking things rather bravely..." Emil started, sitting on the edge of your bed that you had never slept in as of yet. He frowned at your straight face, wondering where all of your emotion's had gone. Surely, you couldn't have suddenly became like Norway. At
Slender Man X Reader (1/2)It had been a rather rough day. At school, you'd been shoved into a locker by a compete bitch -causing you to drop your (f/c) folder that held all of your work, drawings and other things onto the floor. It took you quite a while to gather up those scattered sheets of paper, and that resulted in being late to class, which then led to being shouted at by a your teacher.
You let out a sigh, clutching your folder close to your chest, your arms around the binder -somewhat hugging it. You were now on your walk home from school, which usually lasted about 2 hours. You recently moved into a new house, which was inconveniently far from your school. Not to mention the fact that you had to walk on the edge of the woods. The silencee quite often creeped you out, and more than one you had the feeling that you were being watched by someone in amongst the trees.
A single drop of water landed on your cheek, running down like a saddened tear. Again, you sighed as more water suddenly started to rain fro
Slender Man X Reader (2/2)~Your POV~
Letting out a sigh, you continued to tap away at the keys of your laptop. Why was life so boring? You clicked your tongue, loading up a random YouTube page. "What should I do?" You muttered to yourself, pulling your legs in to sit cross-legged, the laptop resting on your lap. After staring at the YouTube homepage for a little while, you typed 'Pewdiepie' into the search bar. It looked like the Swedish YouTuber would have to try and cure your boredom.
It had been roughly a week since your encounter with Slender Man. Truthfully, were any normal person would never want to see him ever again, you really wanted to see that expressionless face of his. He was intriguing to say the least. There was no other like him - not that you knew of anyway. Maybe he was alone in this world. Maybe, he was the only one of his kind. He lived in the woods... right? Maybe you should go pay a visit...
Seemingly pleased with this idea, you quickly powered down your laptop, putting it
ForesightDebra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.
Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.
Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.
She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an
In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye
When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know Im looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know Im smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say I wont go but still trust me when Im dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I wont break promises I swear I wont lie, if youre losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr
Bedtime StoryIt was a quaint young world in which a troupe of like-minded fellows did subsist. They found joy together in simple things, feline endeavors. Within their minds did great plumes spring, fine tufted ears and coils for caudals. They birthed their world and sat as gods upon a throne of osseous matter, led by one with a visage bright as flame.
And there they did indulge in fancy follies, games of crack which offered many an occasion in which they might giggle to themselves. But all was not well. For they did discover there the path all mortals are bound to take. For in the end are we not all but food for worms? They set to path their words in tr
What Is Love?
What Is Love?
Love is when your eyes are open, but youre blinded by everything around you.
Love is when you speak words but dont say anything aside from I love you/him/her.
Love is when you cant think about anything but are smarter than everyone else.
Love is when your face heats up but you dont know why.
Love is when people see your smile and they dont ask, they just know.
Love is butterfly kisses ghosting over your skin and theirs.
Love is knowing someone is always there for you.
Love is knowing someone always thinks youre amazing.
Love is thinking about nothing and everything.
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