You walk up to America's old hat and reach your hand inside. You felt around for a moment until something very strange brushed across your fingers. Try as you might you couldn't guess what it was. You pulled it out of the hat and still didn't know what it was. It was an oblong object, covered in some sort of spiky hair that ranged from red to green. It looked like it might be a type of food. After looking at the object for a moment you gave up. "Would someone like to tell me what's in my hand please?" "Um, I can tell you, that's my item." Thailand walked up to you and took whatever it was from your hand. "You really haven't ever se

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If I could change - Ghost!ThailandxReader

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Thailand x Reader ~The Simple Things~

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Handador

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Request: ThailandxReader: The Beach

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To Be With You (Reader Loves Thailand)

He is a capricious man, a capricious but loving man with a vivacious smile and gracious manners beneath that shrewd tact and bland military-issued white jacket with matching white dull slacks that he deems stylish. Only when it rains do I witness those pearly whites shining through the darkest of skies and feel those wiry arms coiled around me like a barrier; shielding me from the wrath of the storm and furious roars of thunder. Only in my reveries do I feel the velvety of your tawny skin in my fingertips as I trace your high cheekbones down to the square plains of your taut stomach, your cool steady breathing in my neck drawing me in as I l