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2P!England X 2colored-eyed!Reader: Tell-Tale Heart

2P!England X 2colored-eyed!Reader: Your Eyes
Based off of the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed them. Above all was the sense of acute hearing. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Listen! Observe how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once thought, it haunted me day and night. Items to obtain, there was none. Passion, there was none. I loved the girl

Bully! Iceland X Bullied! Disturbed Reader chap 5Bully! Iceland x Bullied! Reader
chapter Five: Where had the days go?
*WARRING its not anything gross or sexual just the ending of this chapter is kinda ick but nothing gross happens*

As you put on your (color) Shirt with jeans and (type/color) shoes.
As you pulled out your gun that you almost got caught with it, you had blamed it on your brother.
You made sure it was still loaded hopefully you could kill them today.
Will the Nordic be sad that their brother died or be mad at whoever killed him, or both?
Why would you care? You didn't! But why do you feel bad? You really couldn't stand sappy moments so you quickly pushed the thought out o

HetaOni - RoChu ~Losing You~Time stands still. Violet eyes focus on the monstrosity blocking the only exit out of the room. His hand grips the water faucet weapon so tight, his knuckles turn white and the metal ridges cut into his palm.

“Russia!”

The Asian voice cuts the silence, though neither the Russian nor the Thing move a muscle. Their eyes stay trained on the other, both knowing one second of distraction will lead to the needed advantage. Sweat trickles from Russia's hairline to the soiled scarf around his neck. The fabric, no longer pink but a deeper shade of red, scratches against his neck, coarse after an unfathomable amount of time spent in this

HetaliaxReader A HauntingYou wiped the sweat from your forehead and turned to sit on the edge of your car. It had been a long day of lifting heavy boxes and driving back and forth, but finally you had moved all of your things into your new home.

You looked up at your house, your eyes following its beautiful Victorian curves and balconies, trailing up to the tower and down to the original rounded glass windows. You sighed. It was a gorgeous house, and it was going to fit you perfectly.

You smiled and closed the trunk of your car, ready to crash for the rest of the night. You decided on a nice hot shower and some sleep as you walked into your house and locked the doo

Morails or Matesprit? Part 4

You and Equius had been walking for hours it seemed. The Alternian sun it seemed like began to rise. At least... That what you thought it was. You grabbed Equius' arms quickly and run toward the light curiously. Equius stumbles a bit following you. When the sun like thing comes into view you see two people.

A young lady with longer hair and a broken horn stands in front of a young man who looks like Equius but with a pony tail and a steam punk outfit. The girl wears a blacks shirt with no back on it and some skinny jeans with boots. You tilt your head to the side slightly. Why would she have no back on her shirt?

She suddenly spreads beauti

Sick- Prussia X Reader-The Beginning. WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS GORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Time: 2:00 AM
Date: Two weeks before _______ and Prussia's wedding.

He had been working on it for ages. Maybe it was finally right? He couldn't wait to try it out. He had slaved over the dangerous chemicals for so long now. And if he was right, this would be the answer. The answer to ________'s weak immune system. She was spending so much time in the doctor's office, and he knew she didn't like it. He was imagining, after their wedding, when they were all alone, he would show it to her, she would be so happy! They would be happy and not have to visit the d

The Grudge: Hetalia Edition - Chapter OneAmerica stood behind Japan, shaking like a leaf, "Dude! W-Why did you bring me to t-this house?!"

Japan sighed, "Ameri-kun... This is just the set the filmmakers used to film the Grudge movies. She's only a legend."

"Y-Yeah, I'll believe that when I start seeing England's friends!"

Japan moved away from the frightened America, opening and entering the slightly rusted gate leading into the old, charred house. Japan had told the American that they made the house looked burned because one of the characters had tried to burn it down, attempting to get rid of the "Curse" in the house where she resides.

"Don't leave me here!"

Japan looked at A

Misfit's arrival

The kids gathered around their new prize, a boxed cowboy doll from the popular TV show, “Woody’s Roundup.” A gift their mother had picked up for them. The unconscious toy had yet to breathe in the new life around him. It wasn’t until his owners tore him from the box as savagely as a pack of hyenas would rip a fetus from the womb of its prey. The ominous children tore at each other for a chance to hold the new ragdoll. A few punches here and there were thrown and a loose tooth. This was how the ill-fated doll came into the world. Like a worm among the flock.
Usually the toys would not fully arouse themselves until the

Infection (Chapter 5)Francis stood sternly by the door, just waiting in case of a sudden attack. Little did the Frenchman know that he was being watched. Two infected circled the house like a couple of jackals.

When the sun began to rise, they scattered like cockroaches to make sure they weren’t seen. The sun peeked through the windows and woke the sleeping Brit from his peaceful slumber.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”, Francis gave him a wink. Arthur rolled his eyes. “Morning to you too, frog.”, Arthur got up from the couch and stretched. Francis chuckled. “You sleep well?”, he asked Arthur. He just simply nodded in respo

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Le Neant est Blancby ~Merween

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Horror

...et on dirait qu'il t'aime bien...

@Merween - 24/07/2012

@Slenderman appartient à Victor Surge

~Dereck-Lunar Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Attends ... Déconne pas le néant c'est pas blanc... C'est comme Cortex... C'est noir...

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~Merween Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

...hm, j'avais presque réussi à l'oublier, ce type...

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~Dereck-Lunar Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Justement faut lui faire croire qu'on ne l'oublie pas sinon il reviendra à la charge. Et fera chier tout le monde par la même occasion.

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~Merween Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Bah... Tant qu'on l'ignore, je pense qu'il se lassera

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~Dereck-Lunar Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ouhlà ce genre de mec c'est tellement con que ça ne se lasse jamais de faire hier les gens...

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~Merween Sep 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Bah... Pas sûre x)

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