Poverty | Yandere!Hinata Shoyou by JustABrokenSpirit, literature
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Poverty | Yandere!Hinata Shoyou
He wishes he were a bit richer.
For his family, their current townhouse is a perfect fit- cosy but not uncomfortable. Yet, Hinata can't wishing that there was a big room; beautiful, elegant and just perfect for you. That would make you happy, wouldn't it?
When you look especially sad, he cuts out pictures of lavish bedrooms from the magazines his mother lovingly collects and shows them to you. Surely, you're just upset because the basement is quite small? He needs you to stay with him, to make sure no one upsets you or hurts you or takes away your wonderful smile- but he understands that the basement is very boring.
"Look how poofy the duv
Stalker!2p!America x Reader : Four by Post-Moe-Me, literature
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Stalker!2p!America x Reader : Four
You were scared. You really didn't wanna see him, especially after last night. He pretty much raped you, and then confessed to a kidnap and... murder. Now he was bringing your family into this? Why do other people have to be involved in this mess? You stood out the front of your door, the key still in the lock as you froze in your spot. You just HAD to confront Allen. He stalked you, drugged you, openly declared himself a dangerous man and now he was involving your loved ones.
Your shaky hand drew the key from the hole and you turned around to look at Allen's house. Was it just your imagination, or did his home now seem like a gateway t
Living the Dream: 2p!America x Reader by 666kurai, literature
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Living the Dream: 2p!America x Reader
Al knocked on the door to your dorm loudly, then as soon as you opened it up he grabbed your hand, dragging you away. He said bluntly, “Failing English, need help, now.”
“Al!” you hollered, surprising him enough to loosen his grip on your hand so you could slip away. He didn’t protest, just looked at you. In those red eyes, you could see desperation and worry. If Al didn’t pass all his courses, he would be kicked out of the school and never get another chance at a college education. Al was brilliant, but couldn’t focus in things like English where you had to sit still and read. He preferred working i
My Girl - 2P!America x Reader by tea-and-tai, literature
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My Girl - 2P!America x Reader
Al F. Jones. Blood red are his eyes, reddish-brown is his hair, and tanned is his skin. One of the most sexiest men in your high school, however he was also one of the scariest for some. He's killed many and doesn't take crap from anyone. He is 18 years old and currently has a mega crush on you, though you didn't know. He was your best friend and your crush. The both of you had met in the second grade.
.:FLASHBACK:.
You happily skipped over to a slide and waited for your turn. You were as happy as can be, your (e/c) gleaming. You stood in front of the slide and you were about to go down until, a boy named Eduard von Bock, pushed you. You tu
2P America x Reader: No One Touches My Girl (RQ) by Mad-Mocha, literature
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2P America x Reader: No One Touches My Girl (RQ)
“Home late again I see.” You said hearing the front door open and close knowing it was your boyfriend, Al, getting back from a day with his friends. You stood in front of the sink washing some dishes from making dinner.
“Up late again I see?” You hear his voice as you felt his arms wrap around your midsection as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You smiled turning your head towards him.
“I was waiting for you to get home. I made dinner.” You felt him look over seeing his favorite meal on the stove top in a plastic bowl waiting for him. You heard him sigh as you turned your head to him again. “
2p!Americs x Reader : My Secret - 1 by Post-Moe-Me, literature
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2p!Americs x Reader : My Secret - 1
"Hey big brother -!"
"Pfft.... AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"
Oh fuck...
... (Two Weeks Ago)
A new year of school and you were already getting sick of it. Why? The new guy. It was the last year, who even bothers to transfer? Though it's not unheard of, but still. You were trapped outside the front gates because of the swarm of people getting to know him. Girls were giddy and boys were cool, you just wanted to get to assembly.
You grit your teeth, a headache forming, enough was enough. Stepping lightly to test the area, you found small opening within the people. You kept your eyes to the ground as you stretched your way through the crow
My Obedient (Dark!America x Country!Reader) Pt 36: by Post-Moe-Me, literature
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My Obedient (Dark!America x Country!Reader) Pt 36:
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It was cold. The sun was out, the rays were warm and there was little to no wind, but you were cold. "The rain must have made you sick," America commented, bringing his hand away from your forehead and taking the thermometer out from under your armpit. He checked the temperature and exhaled prolongingly, "Shit. You really are unwell."
You fell forward, leaning your head on the driver's seat of the car, trying to contain the nauseous feeling bubbling up inside you. You had made it to a proper airport when you suddenly fell very ill, barely able to keep your eyes open. Rather than flying to California, America had ordered a car t
My Obedient (Dark!America x Country!Reader) Pt 26: by Post-Moe-Me, literature
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My Obedient (Dark!America x Country!Reader) Pt 26:
"My... family?" You murmured, blinking in confusion. The doctor was sitting in your room with you, alone, informing you of the child and man.
"Yes," He began, writing something down on a clipboard, "Your son, Delaware, and lover, Alfred."
You had a a family and you didn't even know about it. What else didn't you know? "My name is (Y/n)?"
"Indeed it is."
And... That was it. You could identify certain objects, but you couldn't remember your past, your reasoning here, your life at all. You looked up at him sadly and whimpered, bringing your hand to your mouth, "Why am I here?"
He gave you a sympathetic look and put dow
((C/n), (year), Autumn)
'When we're together, you won't have to cook for yourself anymore,' Alfred thought, smiling as he watched you through your kitchen window from across the street. 'I'll cook for you!' He'd been practicing too, as it was too early in his years to even think of having housemaids or butlers around. He was still relatively young.
You smiled as a new song on the radio came on, 'Every Breath You Take'. You loved this song! He knew all too well. He couldn't help but muse at the lyrics and similarity to the situation at hand. 'I'll be watching you'? He'll always be watching you, he had to so he could protect you. You had