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NorwayXReader ~ He's Right to Six Foot Deep

NorwayXReader ~Request He’s Right to Six Foot Deep Struggling, you pushed the front door open, drawing in a deep breath, still shaking from the icy temperatures outside.  Pulling off your gloves, that were drenched, your hat and jacket soon followed into a soggy, wet heap onto the floor.  Yanking off your boots, you chucked them into the corner, where they rested with the massive pile of other footwear. “Hello?” you called into the house that was dark, minus a soft, flickering glow from down the hall. Oh, the things horror movies are made of…  “Well, there’s gotta be someone here, the front door was

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SpainXReader ~ Strummed by Telenovela ~ Request

~Strummed by Telenovela~ Request “He’s asleep again?”  Lovino muttered, and sharply poked the man that was currently face-down, asleep, on the kitchen table.  His arms were sprawled out across the tabletop, and his back was hunched, as he tried not to slip from the chair in his dream state.  “It’s one thing to take a nap…” “And, slowly strum the G chord,” he mumbled, and shifted his weight.  “Mmm...just like that.” “What a freaking weirdo,” Lovino groaned, slapping his forehead.  “Some kind of messed up guitar-sex-dream?” “Now, if you move&

Request Hetalia

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Literature

NorwayXReader ~ He's Right to Six Foot Deep

NorwayXReader ~Request He’s Right to Six Foot Deep Struggling, you pushed the front door open, drawing in a deep breath, still shaking from the icy temperatures outside.  Pulling off your gloves, that were drenched, your hat and jacket soon followed into a soggy, wet heap onto the floor.  Yanking off your boots, you chucked them into the corner, where they rested with the massive pile of other footwear. “Hello?” you called into the house that was dark, minus a soft, flickering glow from down the hall. Oh, the things horror movies are made of…  “Well, there’s gotta be someone here, the front door was

hetaliaXreader

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Pa 13

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Beyond the Trees (Sunrise)

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Death, Take a Number

Death, Take a Number I’ve got too much to live for, Death, you can take a number. There’s so much more that I haven’t seen. You’ve got a long line and you better be ready to wait. You might be lost in the ticker tape parade. The weight of a thousand words will save me. Shreds of paper will carry me away.   Millions of souls are lost every day.   On an outside line you’ll hear me call. Hundreds of hours ticked away on the ring.   You sit on the line with the beat of a heart. Floating high above the mob in the air.   Onlookers all must stand back behind the line. Death, you take that number, because this

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