Sometimes I wonder why I feel so lonely, like I don’t understand. I’m not actually lonely but I feel so absolutely alone sometimes, then I met him and its weird because now I don’t get that feeling now, but its like he’s the only one, like there’s no one else and I don’t understand how he can chase away the feeling that’s been with me for my whole life. Its like he’s always been a part of me and I just needed to find him again and I don’t know why but there’s nothing that scares me about him, not when he tells me that I’m beautiful and sexy and cute and that he loves me, not wh
What happened to me?
What happened to the me with the thick steel coated lead walls around my heart?
The me who’d disregard other’s feelings for that sake of the truth
What happened to the me who’d never tell you what was wrong, no matter how much you pried?
What happened to the me that could wake up in the morning and not wish with every fiber of her being that she hadn’t?
What happened to the me who didn’t care who liked her?
Where did all the inspiration for writing and drawing go?
What happened?
I want my heart’s armor back
I want the me who would make things awkward just because it was amusing
I want
TRIGGER WARNING!!
Denmark x Depressed!Fem!Reader
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They don’t know, no one can know how weak I am… right? He definitely can’t know that I’m so weak. I’m a wreak on the inside, lonely and broken, so sad, and so many words unspoken. I can never say anything… right?
The hard wood floor is cold against my back… so is the blade of the knife that lies beside me. My skin still unbroken, I could never actually do it. I’ve tried and tried to just end everything. I’m tired of the lonely insomniac nights, I’m tired of the ache in my heart, the ache that longs for someone to know… yet
Who is she?
She is the tiny child no one wanted to play with, the girl who pretended to be fierce but always hid
She is the girl who’s curious watchful eyes studied everyone else always wondering why
She is the shy owl who slowly faded into the lonely black
The dark where all her sad smiles are never seen
She is a glass full of tears which never empties, but is always spilling
She is the one who never forgets her mistakes
Who always regrets…
She remembers the voices which never spoke out loud
The nights they spent bringing her to tears
She remembers the afternoons spent looking up ‘how to talk to people’
Being laughed
Nothing, just a luscious green field. A small breeze lightly ruffles the grass. I feel at peace, there isn’t anything to worry about; no more bloody wars, no more hateful words, no more hurtful actions – but that was only for a moment… I’m all alone. This world grows cold, frost encases the grass. Fog settles around as far as I can see, thick clouds cover the sky. Darkness is cast over the world, but I can still see. The shadows begin to move towards me, fear chokes me but yet I cannot move my feet for any attempt to flee. My knees buckle, a shriek leaves my lips. I shut my eyes, and cover my ears. I wait for the dark
Sometimes I wonder why I feel so lonely, like I don’t understand. I’m not actually lonely but I feel so absolutely alone sometimes, then I met him and its weird because now I don’t get that feeling now, but its like he’s the only one, like there’s no one else and I don’t understand how he can chase away the feeling that’s been with me for my whole life. Its like he’s always been a part of me and I just needed to find him again and I don’t know why but there’s nothing that scares me about him, not when he tells me that I’m beautiful and sexy and cute and that he loves me, not wh
What happened to me?
What happened to the me with the thick steel coated lead walls around my heart?
The me who’d disregard other’s feelings for that sake of the truth
What happened to the me who’d never tell you what was wrong, no matter how much you pried?
What happened to the me that could wake up in the morning and not wish with every fiber of her being that she hadn’t?
What happened to the me who didn’t care who liked her?
Where did all the inspiration for writing and drawing go?
What happened?
I want my heart’s armor back
I want the me who would make things awkward just because it was amusing
I want
TRIGGER WARNING!!
Denmark x Depressed!Fem!Reader
~~~
They don’t know, no one can know how weak I am… right? He definitely can’t know that I’m so weak. I’m a wreak on the inside, lonely and broken, so sad, and so many words unspoken. I can never say anything… right?
The hard wood floor is cold against my back… so is the blade of the knife that lies beside me. My skin still unbroken, I could never actually do it. I’ve tried and tried to just end everything. I’m tired of the lonely insomniac nights, I’m tired of the ache in my heart, the ache that longs for someone to know… yet
Who is she?
She is the tiny child no one wanted to play with, the girl who pretended to be fierce but always hid
She is the girl who’s curious watchful eyes studied everyone else always wondering why
She is the shy owl who slowly faded into the lonely black
The dark where all her sad smiles are never seen
She is a glass full of tears which never empties, but is always spilling
She is the one who never forgets her mistakes
Who always regrets…
She remembers the voices which never spoke out loud
The nights they spent bringing her to tears
She remembers the afternoons spent looking up ‘how to talk to people’
Being laughed
Nothing, just a luscious green field. A small breeze lightly ruffles the grass. I feel at peace, there isn’t anything to worry about; no more bloody wars, no more hateful words, no more hurtful actions – but that was only for a moment… I’m all alone. This world grows cold, frost encases the grass. Fog settles around as far as I can see, thick clouds cover the sky. Darkness is cast over the world, but I can still see. The shadows begin to move towards me, fear chokes me but yet I cannot move my feet for any attempt to flee. My knees buckle, a shriek leaves my lips. I shut my eyes, and cover my ears. I wait for the dark
Saitama x Reader (OPM): Humble Hero (06) by tsuyuekii, literature
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Saitama x Reader (OPM): Humble Hero (06)
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Part VI: Weakness
The soft sound of the rain falling all over him was the first thing he heard after rebooting. The water sang different tunes when falling over the concrete and over his metal body. Drip drop; drip drop; pitter patter; drip drop.
When his mechanical yellow eye could register images again he swirled the orb around taking in the scenary that circled him. Destruction was all he saw as wreckage and flames getting smaller by the falling rain surrounded his form.
He diagnosed himself and realized he didn’t have a body from the waist down anymore and lack his right arm. His memory started to load again and fl
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 41 by GydroZMaa, literature
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Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 41
~Chapter 41~
It wasn’t unexpected for Berwald to be the one to give Tino some appropriate clothing.
“Thank you, Berwald,” Tino thanked the Golden Sentinel. He laughed to himself. “I must have picked that up from __________. It is easier to say your human name, after all. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I dun’ mind,” the Golden Sentinel simply said, rather unbothered by the usage, although you wondered if it was because he was being practical or was used to hearing it from Tino. At least he wasn’t as uptight about it as the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames was.
You craned your head t
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 40 by GydroZMaa, literature
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Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 40
~Chapter 40~
For the light of you—or lack thereof in the pitch darkness—you couldn’t bring yourself to move backwards or forward. There was something about the realization that you weren’t alone that made you want to discover the undiscovered, but the latter told you to stay put. You had experience far too many unfortunate situations and haphazard plights in the course of your adventure, and whatever lay ahead could not spell good news.
So, you stayed back.
Mathias and Berwald returned a few minutes later with an ignited stick each. To your wonderment, they even had rope.
“Where’d the rope come from?
It was karaoke night at the bar you worked at, every Friday you would anonymously perform. Only your boss and coworkers knew, ever since you started working and singing the business picked up quite a bit. You and Matthias had even made a YouTube page with over a thousand subs. People came from three towns over even came to the bar to see the “Sirens Song”. Tonight you would be making a duet with your best friend Matthias. You would be singing until three am when the bar closes. Right now you were changing in the back, Matthias was changing as well.
“You scared?” You asked him finishing tying up your boots. (Y
Reassurance [Decim x Anxious!Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER, literature
Literature
Reassurance [Decim x Anxious!Reader]
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piYunr5mTDM&spfreload=10 Please listen while you read!)
[Decim’s perspective]
Trembling hands.
This is the first detail I notice. Knuckles whiten as her grip fastens around her playing cards. Her shoulders curve as if ready to curl away and hide from her surroundings. Matted hair curves about her face and casts shadows over placid skin. Her teeth pull and tug at the flaccid tissue of her lip, until droplets of crimson bead at the corner of her mouth.
Such is a typical reaction when human souls engage in the games at Quindecim. As their memories resurface, and the reality sinks upon them, fear intensi
Denmark x Bullied Reader: Perfect by geekyraven, literature
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Denmark x Bullied Reader: Perfect
You kept your head down, keeping yourself isolated from others. You couldn't let anyone else get bullied because of you. You didn't want to make people deal with your problems. You were happy alone. When you were alone, you could think, and when you could think, you were calm. Calmness was something that you found hard to get. With your parents being dead and with all the bullying that went on at school, serenity was something you strived for.
"Hey there freak." You ignored the comment and continued walking down the hallways of your school.
"Oi, don't ignore me! Little useless beings like you shouldn't have the privilege of even being aliv
Saitama x Reader (OPM): Humble Hero (01) by tsuyuekii, literature
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Saitama x Reader (OPM): Humble Hero (01)
Part I: A Little Accident
‘Oh, crap… I’m sooo fired now…’ You thought as you ran the residential streets of Z City. ‘I’m gonna kill that ass-chin brat!’ You thought for the umpteenth since morning that day as you searched for another long street.
“Kyaaaaa!”
“Run away!!”
“A monster! There’s a monster!”
Were some of the screams you could hear within the deafening noisy coming from some distance away. If you were right, the screams came from the direction of a nearby playground. The exact same place you were heading to.
‘If that little bastard d
Saitama x Reader (OPM): Humble Hero (02) by tsuyuekii, literature
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Part II: Ah. It’s You!
Warmth. That was the first thing you felt. Warm and secure in a little shelter. Much too little actually. There was an unnerving silence hanging in the air as well. Your numb mind was slowly sinking back into reality, as your lungs burned for air and your ears started to pick distinct and distant voice like sounds.
You took a deep breath to run some oxygen through your body but the air, filled with microscopically particles of dirty, made you start to cough violently.
“Are you okay?” A male voice asked and you took your time to respond him.
You opened your eyes with difficulty and fo
I think it was really amazing, the way you write just flows so well, and I thought it explained what happened in his head when he's alone, we all have that part of us that lets everyone else's comments sink in and sometimes it opens that door that lets sadness seep in and nest in our minds, I can relate too it because I get like that where i just shut down and avoid everyone.