Practice makes perfect: AmericaxReader
Practice makes perfect
Today was less than perfect to say the least. I was a little more than late for my class at university which resulted in me making up that time after school. So that's all dealt with and now I'm going to my job, and I'm late for that too! It's not as though I haven't been late once or twice before however, there was a staff meeting that I missed because of it! So now I have my boss barking at me as I'm trying to restock shelves. Ok, so that's done, I get to go home and relax now right? Wrong! I'm driving along, minding my own business when some jerk totally cuts me off and I almost get in an accident!
I'm surprised that I ever made it home without ripping out my hair! But here I am. Home sweet home. Collapsing on the sofa I lazily glance around the room, looking for my boyfriend. See, for some crazy reason I am dating, and living with the world's most childish adult. We are nothing alike! I have my whole career planned out while he just 'g
America x Reader: Late Night MissionAmerica x Reader: Late Night MissionAmerica x Reader: Late Night Mission2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That's the only sound coming from the living room where you and Alfred were currently playing Guitar Hero 3. At 2:30 in the morning.
"Dude this sucks!" Alfred suddenly exclaimed as you both finished another level in the game. "How can we play Guitar Hero 3 when the volume is off!? It doesn't make sense!"
You looked over at him with a glare and shushed him. "It was your idea to play at this time!"
"I know that, but I did it so we could yell and wake up Arthur!" Alfred retorted.
You rolled your eyes, but let out a chuckle. 'Alfred, always there to bug Arthur.' You thought.
It would've been louder if the fake drums were brought out, but Matthew decided to be sneaky and hide them before you and Alfred had a chance to start the game. This led to you two just using the guitar and bass.
"If this is such a bad idea, why'd you agree to play with me?" Alfred asked you quietly.
You looked over at him. The T.V screen in front o
Video Games AmericaXReaderHe'd found it!Video Games AmericaXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
His baby blue eyes were sparkling as he looked over the video game gleefully. He'd finally found it! It'd taken him weeks of searching this his large as his appatite house, but somehow Alfred F. Jones found Super Mario Bros buried in his top secret hamburger stash.
Well, he knew exactly what to do now: go over to the house of his video game bro, ____, pop that fucker in, and play until he could no longer use empty Mountain Dew bottles to release his piss(something Alfred had to do more than once on his gamer days)
Lazy fatass though he might be, when he had motivation(or a coupon for a free Big Mac) Alfred could run pretty damn fast, so it was no surprise that he was at your house in no time. Being Alfred, he didn't bother knocking and invited himself inside. "Hey bro, I finally found it! Let's go play!" He recieved no response, seeing as no one was on the first floor.
He assumed you were in your room and ran upstairs. What he didn't assume was that you
[America x Reader] Playing HouseYour doorbell kept on ringing.[America x Reader] Playing House2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"I SAID WAIT A F*CKING MINUTE!" you shouted with irritation on your voice. You really hate impatient people plus you have a short temper and it seems someone is seriously making you flip the whole house upside down because of anger.
The doorbell kept on ringing anyway. NOW someone is really messing with you. You stomped your way angrily to the door and slammed it open.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" you scowled. There stood an American with short dusty blond hair and baby blue eyes. Of course, it's Alfred F. Jones. You have been his friend for about 2 years now. You also developed feelings from him but you're good at hiding it.
"I know I told you to stop breaking the door down, but dont kill the doorbell!" you scolded him.
“Arthur is much more better than you.” you mumbled.
"__________! Let's play house! You're the mother and i'm the son!" he said as he hugged you; completely ignoring the lecture you're giving him.
"Hey! Listen to me mister!" you tr
Photographs - America x ReaderPhotographs - America x ReaderPhotographs - America x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You and Alfred were close. He made you feel happy even in the worst of times. His smile was contagious and fun seemed to follow him everywhere.
You were in love with his country, and would frequently visit at particular parts of the year, running around with a camera and taking silly photos. Each one held important memories that you fondly looked back on.
Often during winter he would invite you to stay in the north with him. You would bundle up for the cold weather, packing on your snow boots and heavy coats. You would snuggle up together by the fire, sipping your hot coco slowly, trying not to burn your tongue. He would throw snowballs at you, which frequently ended with you being the victor of the fight. Together you built impressive snowmen and forts, which somehow always ended up always being crushed.
In the summer you would visit the south where it was particularly hot, peeling off your winter clothes and slipping into bathing suits and tank tops. Th
AmericaxReader: I Don't Wanna Grow Up!AmericaxReader: I Don't Wanna Grow Up!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I Don’t Wanna Grow Up!
“Hey Alfred!” you hollered and waved an arm after patting some more snow on you and your little sister’s snow man.
“Hey, ______! What’s up, brah?” Alfred answered, jaywalking from his mailbox to your side of the street, but he still looked both ways.
“Nothing much; Maddy and I are making a snowman.” You answered as he walked into your front lawn, leaving fresh tracks.
“He’s ruining the snow!!!” Your sister, Maddy, gasped, pointing at him accusingly.
Alfred stopped where he was and held up his hands in defense. This was common between them and you knew what was next. He got his sneaky smirk on his face and shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh my, seems I have officer Maddy. BUT YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO CATCH ME COPPER!&
America x reader- Why do you love me? So yeah(Hey this my first reader insert, I hope you guys like. Something I did in my free time and please give me some feedback, if you guys like I might just continue writing. So yeah enjoy~)America x reader- Why do you love me?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"F/N!!!!" I woke up screaming. I had an awful nightmare that my precious (F/N) decided to leave me for someone else. The room was still dark so I start patting the sides to make sure she was still there. I finally felt her form and immediately hug it.
"Nghh..." (F/N) groaned and buried her face in the pillow. I held her tighter and take in her smell. 'Oh god, I can't imagine a day without her,' I thought, but then I begin to wonder. 'Why does she love me?' I glance over her figure and push some hair strands out of her peaceful face. 'I mean seriously dude~She's like a perfect 10! I gotta know!'
I proceed to nudge her, "(F/N), (F/N)." Nothing. I start poking her squishy face to get a reaction. "(F/N), (F/N)," I repeat and I could feel her face twitch
Mr.Right AmericaxReaderMr.Right AmericaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Damn it, Alfred!" ______ groaned as the lights suddenly went off. She grabbed her flashlight (this happened often enough that she was prepared now) turned it on, and stormed to their bedroom.
"Heheh... Hey babe." Alfred chuckled nervously, face like this
"Don't give me that!" ____ growled. "I thought you were gonna pay the electric bill!"
Alfred sighed. "I'm sorry, _____. I didn't have the money..."
"You could've asked me!"
_____ was the breadwinner in this relationship. Alfred had a job, but it was seasonal and didn't pay very well. Being a bit of a macho man, Alfred was extremely embarrassed by this fact. So he never went to _____ for money, no matter how many times she assured him it didn't make her think less of him.
"I know..." he conceded, laying down on the bed. _____ sat down next to him.
My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny
He doesn't make a dime all day
And all her girlfriends' boyfriends make money
What more can I say?
"I guess I'll just pay it tomorrow th
AmericaxReader - Just To Say...AmericaxReader - Just To Say...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You growl as your phone starts ringing, knowing exactly who it was from the personal ringtone about fast-food restaurants. Why you ever let Alfred get a hold of your phone, youll never know, but you did know he was going to get yelled at for waking you up at 2 a.m.?!
then again, you didnt know what he wanted. What if it was an emergency?
Alfred? you say, calmly.
Hey, ________! he replies, loudly.
No, hes fine. Time to complain.
What the hell, man!? Its 2 a.m.!
I know, dude. But Well, I was just calling to say I love you!
Your eyes widen as you sit up in bed. Did you really just hear him right? Alfred loves you?
You had wanted to tell him that for a while, too, but didnt have the nerve to. Is this for real?
Well, you showed me that thing on your laptop that said something like every girls dream is to be woken up to be told theyre loved somethi
AmericaXReader~ Cheesy Pick-Up LinesAmericaXReader~ Cheesy Pick-Up Lines2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You smiled contently. You were leaning against a tall tree enjoying its shade, and reading your favorite book. It was lunch time at your high school and you were taking advantage of your alone time. You weren’t unsocial or anything, you just didn’t really like to be surrounded by people 24/7. You had a few friends and they understood your need for solitude at times.
“Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you.
Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Did what hurt?” you asked, mildly irritated.
He gave a cheesy grin and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, you know, when you fell from heaven,” he smiled.
You blinked. He grinned. You blinked again. He was an idiot
You're Not Alone [America]You didn't have to scroll long. The very first name under your contact list was exactly who you needed right now. Pressing the CALL button, you held the phone far enough that you wouldn't get your eardrums blown out when the person answered.You're Not Alone [America]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"YO! YOU HAVE REACHED THE HERO OF THE WORLD, ALFRED F. JONES! HOW MAY I BE OF SERVICE?"
You giggled to yourself as you listened to Alfred yell obnoxiously into the phone.
"Hello Alfred. It's me, ______."
"Oh, hey ______! What can I do for you this evening?"
"Well, if you're not busy tonight. Would you mind coming over to visit for a while?"
You coughed away from the phone once you finished your sentence, mumbling an apology afterwards.
"Dude, you don't sound so good," Alfred said, losing the energy in his voice.
Even though you knew he couldn't see you, you still shook your head, "No, I'm sick. But I'm home alone and wanted some company for tonight. You are the first person I've asked so far."
"Well have no fear! Your Hero shall be over in a flash!
Call me maybe? America X readerCall me maybe? America X reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
December 27. Your Christmas was less than fun, and you even had to been alone for it.
You were walking to your local diner to grab some grub.
You see that it is a ghost town; but one man eating a cheeseburger and extra large fries.
You get an awkward feeling.
"I-I don't like this." You grumbled to yourself as you nervously approached the counter.
"H-hello, How may I help you?" A young man with curly locks waited on you by the bar.
You order and take a seat. The man with the shake moves over to the seat next to your and slurps in your ear while gazing at you. Frustrated, you turn towards him.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" You can feel your eyebrow twitching in frustration. As though his slurping and staring wasn't enough; call me maybe began to play from the speakers.
You felt your fist tighten. You didn't think today was going to go well.
"Hey, man, you look kinda...tense? You need a massage?" The man walked behind you and slowly rubbed his hands across your shoulders. You shutter
AmericaxDepressed!ReaderAnother box of tissues landed in the garbage. Your make-up ran down your (e/c) eyes making streaks across your damp cheeks. Sniffling away the remaining tears you sighed as you once again looked in the mirror to clean away the evidence of your tears. You were recently dumped again by your (ex)boyfriend Arthur. Why you kept going back to him? You had no clue.AmericaxDepressed!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maybe it was his gentleman ways, or his charms, or how he could make you believe that he was truly sorry for what he did. You didn't know. All you knew was he dumped you again for the another woman. Not surprising it wasn't the first time. Anger boiled up inside you angry at yourself for letting this happen again.
To make things better it was storming out making your depressed mood a lot more….depressing. Your phone has been ringing constantly from some of your close friends asking if your were okay and the answer would always be the same….'I'm f
AmericaxReader - It's Only a GameAmericaxReader – It’s only a GameAmericaxReader - It's Only a Game2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Don’t let her get away, don’t let her get away dammit!” He hissed to himself.
“Don’t let who get away?” She came up behind him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from behind, resting her own head on top of his.
“My guy in the game!” He frowned “I’m meant to be the kick ass awesome hero of the game that hunts for treasure all around the world and stops criminals of war or get this El Dorado thinger or find the city of sands or something! And my dude is like not doing his job in saving these chicks or his best friend that's some old man or something!”
She let out a laugh and shook her head “Alfred, calm down. It’s only a game~”
He let out a sigh and started pouting “It’s not just a game _______. It’s about being the hero and saving everyone and getting to kill the bad guy! But I keep dying! They have RPGs ________! And o
Play at night (AmericaXReader)You walked up to the door, which seemed to magically open. “Heya.” You said, hugging Alfred tightly. He dragged you inside, one of his arms around your waist as he closed the front door. “You know, you’ll go deaf.” He told you, tapping the earphones which were blasting music loudly into your ears.Play at night (AmericaXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“You know, you’ll get fat.” You teased, poking his stomach gently. He pouted and you straightened up. “Touché.” You grinned at his remark and planted a kiss on his cheek, using one of your hands to turn down the music.
Interlacing your fingers, he pulled on your hand, tugging you in the familiar direction of his room. “So which one are we playing today?” You questioned, barely keeping up with him as he was taking two steps at a time.
“New one Kiku asked me to test, it’s got a weird name I can’t pronounce though.” He added the last part sheepishly, sinking down in the red beanbag. Joining him
AmericaxReader Birthday Girl Lemon cakeAmericaxReaderAmericaxReader Birthday Girl Lemon cake2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today was your birthday, it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, kinda. But today, you were feeling more worried than, happy.
Your boyfriend was acting strange. You glanced at Alfred out of the corner of your eye and frowned. He was fidgeting again, his clear blue eyes darting around.
"What's wrong Alfie?" Normal he laughed when he heard the nickname you had given him, not today. Instead, he jumped like someone had given him an electric shock.
"Um....stomach ache or something." He looked away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets and slouching further into the couch cushions.
"D'awwww. What did you eat today?" Resting your head on his shoulder, you patted his abdomen lightly. He flinched slightly, then gave you a shaky smile.
"Food." Your frown deepened. Normally he gave you a complete list of everything, it was a wonder he could remember everything.
Your eyes narrowed. Alf
America x Reader - BOO!America x Reader - BOO!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
America x Reader - BOO!
"Are you almost done up there, Alfred?" you called to your American friend, who was dressing into his costume upstairs.
"Almost done, _________! I just need to put on the jacket!" he calls back to you.
"Don't be too long, hero!" you teased.
"The Hero never procrastinates!" he shouted in response.
You rolled your eyes and giggled. Like you haven't heard him say that a million times before!
Alfred Jones had been your friend for as long as you could remember. You recalled the time when he had asked you for help on his math homework - at the time, he was having trouble with disjunctions - and you gladly obliged, since his grade had been slowly falling. After that, the two of you became fast friends.
Since then, you had met his twin brother, the quiet and often unheard Matthew Williams - who, being from Canada, loved maple syrup - and you had quickly befriended him. Later on, you were acquainted with his older brother, Arthur Kirkland; he was a v
AmericaXReader My Nerd BoyfriendAmericaXReader My Nerd Boyfriend2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"HOLY CRAP. HOLY F- DID YOU SEE THAT, AL? DID YOU FRICKING SEE THAT?!"
You were screaming your head off like a deranged lunatic.
How had it come to this?
---- 2 hours earlier ----
"So ________, I know I told you we could go out to dinner, but I was wondering if maybe you could come over to my place?"
Alfred, scratched the back of his head nervously as you stared at him with you big, curious, (e/c) eyes.
The blond boy was your first boyfriend, and he was usually much, much more obnoxious than he was being right now. Well, everyone else thought he was obnoxious. You thought that he was just plain adorable. You were wondering at that moment what was making him act so nervously. You spent time together often enough, so canceling dinner was no biggie.
"Yeah, 'course. But what gives?" You asked.
"O-oh, well, I just thought it might be a nice change."
You shrugged and nodded. Al gave you a quick hug and kiss on the head before leaving for his own home in his pick up truck.
A nice chang
America x Reader- Empty GraveAmerica x Reader- Empty Grave2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I kneel beside the marble headstone, not caring about dirt clinging to my white dress and trace the words with my finger, setting the single rose in my other hand in the freshly cut grass.
“The First death of [F/N] [L/N]”
A smile plays across my lips as I think back to that day in the hospital, when everything had gone black. When my heart had stopped.
However, that was not the end.
To quote the doctors, I was a fighter.
And it was true. I hadn’t given up. Even when I had seen the light at the end of the tunnel.
I came back.
Ripped away from the clutches of death.
Technically, I was pronounced dead, and remained that way for roughly twenty minutes.
Perhaps the most peaceful twenty minutes of my life. But then I was shocked back to life, quite literally.
I smirk as I recall the other day when I was eating lunch with Alfred at our usual table.
“Why do you wear black so much? Are you like, in mourning?” he had asked out of the blue.
I had looked up
Lame Jokes- AmericaxReader WARNING: GROAN WORTHY MOMENTS AHEAD.Lame Jokes- AmericaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
My friend Alfred and I were extremely bored. And when I say bored, I mean bored. The kind of boredom that makes paint seem interesting. The kind of boredom that, if experienced too much, can lead to depression (which is TOTALLY a real thing, by the way. Wikipedia that shit if you don’t believe me.)
“Gah, I’m so borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred!” whined Alfred.
“I know, me too,” I agreed miserably. Alfred only let out another frustrated groan in response.
“Ugh, this sucks!” he pouted, laying down on the couch.
“I’m sorry, Alfred. But what can we do?” I shrugged, trying not to sound as bad as I felt. I was being a terrible hostess!
Hmm.. Hostess. Now I’m sad because that company is gone Where’s that guy from Zombieland when you need him?!
Alfred also seemed deep in thought and upset, perhaps considering giving into the boredom. But suddenly, a s
AmericaxReader: Sleep TalkAmericaxReader: Sleep Talk2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The light shone into the bedroom as you opened your eyes. An arm was draped over your waist you smiled and snuggled closer to the warmth that occupied your bed.
Tall. Blonde. Handsome. Nice smile. Great sense of humor (and not in the bad way). Yes, your boyfriend was Alfred Jones.
The first time the two of you met you had been dating his brother Arthur. But things never really worked out between you and the Brit. However you and Alfred continued to hang out, eventually things got more and more serious. Now the two of you were living together.
You studied his face. The thing that was missing, and what you found very sexy, were his glasses that were resting on the bedside table. Running your fingers through his hair you brushed his cowlick. He groaned and shuffled and bit.
Your eyes widened and you sat up. Who was that?
"Chris Evans….you were awesome in the Avengers," he said and turned over.
Giggling you patted his head and slipped back into bed and into his arms. Your boyfrie
No longer morning (AmericaXReader)You sighed, playing with your fingers as you waited for the lunch break to end. Not that you didn’t like your break time, it was just that it was so boring without Alfred around. He hadn’t turned up in the morning, so you guessed he was probably sick or something.No longer morning (AmericaXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then again those videogames of his were also a possibility... As you listened to the music coming from your headphones, you closed your eyes. Hoping to get a bit of rest at least, you hummed along with the song gently, your breathing evening out.
When something heavy leaned on your side, you opened one eye irritatedly to see the cause. “Oh hey Alfred.” You mumbled when you saw the American sitting next to you. “Good morning....”
Laughing quietly, you prodded him in his stomach, making him contract it quickly. “It’s not morning anymore.” You told him and his eyes widened in realisation.
“That would explain why everyone’s so energetic....” He clutched his h
America x Reader- KissAmerica x Reader- Kiss2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I sat there on the couch with a bag of Hershey kisses, munching away happily when
Alfred walked into the room.
"Whatcha doin, [Name]?"
I looked over at him. "Watching TV." I held the bag up. "Kiss?"
"Sure! I guess I could go for one."
I began to rifle around in the bag for a candy, not noticing the blonde sitting down beside me and leaning over.
I stared at him in confusion. "What are you-"
I was cut off by him pressing his lips against mine for a quick kiss before pulling away and laughing at my shocked expression. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
With a face as red as a tomato, I yelled, "I MEANT THE CANDY, NOT THE REAL THING YOU JERK!"
Still laughing, he fled the scene as I threw several of the candies at his
What the heck!?
Sighing and running my fingers through my hair, I smiled to myself, blushing slightly.
It was hard not to love him~!
America x Reader The Hamburger GameAmerica x Reader The Hamburger Game2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sat cross legged on the carpet floor of your apartment.
"Hey, Al!" You called out. "Can you come over here for a second?" You asked your boyfriend of three months, whom you also shared this apartment with.
"The hero is here!" He yelled, pouncing at you from behind. In surprise, you let out a yelp and fell backwards into his chest.
"Alfred F. Jones, didn't I tell you many times not to do that?" He grinned sheepishly down at you and did that obnoxiously loud laugh of his, causing you to laugh as well. You playfully smacked his head.
"Anyways," You began, sitting back up and facing him. "How many hamburgers do you eat on average per day?"
"Hm, about...forty." You face palmed. The number was higher than you expected. Much higher.
"Well I was reading a while ago and did you know that the amount a polar bear eats a day is equal to seventy-three and a half Big Macs?" His face brightened and he started getting giddy and jumpy.
"Really!? Aw man, that's awesome, dude! I want to be like that.