Angel!Iceland x Blind!Reader - Colors [CE] by ElleNyan, literature
Literature
Angel!Iceland x Blind!Reader - Colors [CE]
This is a story about [Name]... Yes! [Name] was
her name; she was blind. Despite the fact she only saw
the dark; she was someone who looked at life on the bright
side. She lived her life like that of a normal individual
with the help of her parents that loved her
unconditionally.
There came a day that she felt like the world around
her shattered into pieces; that life was unfair and
cruel to her. But on that very day, was also the day
she met him.
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[Name]'s parents wanted to go somewhere real' quick, so
they told her to stay at home. They trusted her to be
alone for ju
Reader POV
You were lying on the couch in slender's mansion watching tv. Your head was killing you and your nose was clogged up. To top it off you had a soar throat. Fucking great! You were sick. You turn off the tv since your headache was getting worse and you wanted to sleep. As you were drifting off to sleep your eyes snapped open to the sound of the tv turning on with majora's mask being played. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. "BEEEENNN! Turn that off!" *sniffle* *cough* Since the tv wasn't turned off and you got no reply from the cause you grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him. "Owww! What the heck (f/n)?!" You replie
Drowned love~BENxSuicidal!Abused!Half-neko!Reader by Emmiek20, literature
Literature
Drowned love~BENxSuicidal!Abused!Half-neko!Reader
Drowned love~BEN drowned x suicidal! Abused! half-Neko! reader
Reader POV
Standing in front of the lake you peered in to the seemingly never ending depths of the dark blue water. In a few minutes you were going to become part of that darkness. You were going to drown yourself. Why? Because of 'them'. All the people whom you trusted that betrayed you and hurt you mind and body. Bruises and scars littered your body. Horrid words and the painful memories circled in your mind All because you had two little cat ears and a tail. Because you were 'different'. You, (f/n) (l/n), 15 years old. Had suffered enough. You were going to end it all. All t
BEN Drowned x Reader - Natural Ice Rink - Request by AoLinkette, literature
Literature
BEN Drowned x Reader - Natural Ice Rink - Request
BEN Drowned x Reader ・ Natural Ice Rink
|This Is Not Related to Reality, But Simply Folows Samething For Later Lives|
December and it has started to snow, over the night everything white and frozen solid. You, (y/n) (l/n) woke up early as you got used to a scary life to today's year. Christmas was there for you in 25 days, and with luck school became less merciless for some apparent reason. Meaning the Winter Break is there for the whole month!
As for your story of the year, you were just a real scared girl who was somehow facinated with creepypasta. And just guess what you discovered in your Summer Vacation weeks ago?! Yep they wer
BEN Drowned X Reader (Request) by Xyla-tomatoes-14, literature
Literature
BEN Drowned X Reader (Request)
You had a best friend.
His name is BEN. No, it isn't Ben, it is BEN.
You had met him by the lake.
The lake where he had drowned.
BEN wasn't human.
He was a ghost.
A deadly one at the most. But somehow...
you befriended him. You even didn't know how, you just did.
Right now, at this very moment, you were at the same lake, staring into the crystal, cerulean abyss, waiting for your best friend to appear.
You had waited a whole year for this, a whole damn year of school just to see him. To be able to see his messy blond locks again and his blood red eyes to stare into your own (eye color) ones. You had craved the moment when you could fi
Creepy Pasta: The Puppeteer by BleedingHeartworks, literature
Literature
Creepy Pasta: The Puppeteer
I had this doll for quite a while now.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived a