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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,

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

ImmortalWarnings: None
Rating: All Ages

OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT! ;)

Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?

Can I make love to your voice?

ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words: 936

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Have you ever thought about immortality?
Well then I can't blame you. People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death.
But that's the bright part about it. But when there's an up.. There's a down.

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---Years ago---
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Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word.
"What are you reading about?"
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality." Cry simply replied.
"Cool." Pewdie said. "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.

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I still can't believe
The way you looked at me

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But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick.
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dH: guESS WHO GOT AN A ON THEIR REPORT~!
tA: you?
dH: biNGO!
tA: 2houldnt you be, ii dunno, not wiith that 2creen name anymore?
dH: yeAH...
tA: and drop the quiirk?
dH: i lIKE IT
tA: youre a very uniique human, ___.
dH: i'vE BEEN TOLD. *DH chuckles at Sollux, grinning sheepishly*
tA: you talk two nepeta lot, dont you?
dH: ...yeAH.
tA: ii'm not complaiiniing, ju2t a 2iimple 2ugge2tiion that you 2hould hang out wiith other people.
dH: arE YOU SUGGESTING SOMETHING?
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by ~Amerfere, Feb 2, 2013, 11:25:23 AM
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Sometimes I want to die.

The end.

The Endby ~Amerfere

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

Perhaps you do not consider this a story whatsoever. However, I do. When writing about my emotions or the emotions of anyone else in general, sometimes there isn't anything else to describe certain feelings. Sometimes... all that is required is one sentence that describes every pain that plagues one's mind, body, and soul.

And then? That's the end. There's nothing else to say.

~MilesPrower374 Feb 27, 2013

I've had this moment recently.

~Amerfere Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I do hope that you are able to overcome all problems that plague you.

~MilesPrower374 Feb 27, 2013

Thank you

~Mniricecakes Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

i think this is possibly my favourite story i've seen

whenever people ask me things, they always seem to think i can elaborate endlessly, and just keep telling them things about myself and my emotions. they don't understand that there isn't anything else to say on it, there isn't anything else at all. whether i want to tell people or not, sometimes a sentence is all i have to give.

so i love this- it's nothing short of amazing. i wish that everyone would read and accept it

~Amerfere Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much for your input. <3 It's often that I find I simply can't describe something as well as I want to or even as well as someone else might want me to.

~ElektrikDawn Feb 2, 2013 Student Writer

That's true. I feel like that constantly because I'm almost always alone.

~Amerfere Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I can understand that feeling of being alone. When I feel in such a way, I try to always remember the people that have said kind words to me in the past. That always helps. <3

~ElektrikDawn Feb 2, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you. That should help me because, like I said, I'm just always alone and I can't really make friends cause I have no social skills.

~Amerfere Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Social skills are hard to come by, especially for those that find most interactions awkward. I generally attempt to find people that can relate to my overall awkwardness.

~ElektrikDawn Feb 2, 2013 Student Writer

Hm. I'll see if I can do the same thing. Thanks.

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