2p!America x Sick!ReaderAl knocked on your apartment loudly, calling out as well, “Yo! _____! Come out and play, I’m bored!” He waited with a bit of a smile, thinking about you getting mad about how he only ever came over when he got bored or some stupid shit. But you took twice as long to answer, and his hand started to protest at his exuberant hammering on the door.
You opened the door a crack and said, “Go away.” Then you just started to close the door once more. And you would have closed it completely, had Al not stuck his rather large combat boot in between the door and the frame.
“Woah, did I really piss you off that bad, doll?” he asked, wondering what he’d done to deserve such harsh treatment.
Then he saw you. You were huddled up in a large blanket, cheeks and nose slightly red and otherwise very pale. “Al,” you said, trying to be stern and failing in such a condition, “go away.” It seemed as though you had caught that seasonal
Harmless Teasing: 2p!America x Reader“Hey there, doll face,” Al said, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he snaked his arms around your waist, “fancy meeting you here.”Harmless Teasing: 2p!America x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sighing you answered, “I live here, Al.” You might have jumped at this contact a few months ago, and a few years ago you might have been surprised that he was here. But now this was a regular occurrence.
“Ah, what do I have to do to get a reaction out of you?” Al said, attempting to tickle your sides.
However, you bit back your giggles, and turned to him sternly, “I’m used to everything you do now, Al. It’s just normal for you to be weird.”
“Oh, but I love it when I catch you off guard and your cheeks turn pink. It’s adorable.” he teased, smiling back at you, still quite close to your face. Speaking of that, you could feel your face heat up. Al moved his lips closer to your own, but you turned your head abruptly back to the laptop’s screen on the bedspread. He
2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced at the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He couldn't take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son.
Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older, he felt a bit lonely and yearned for the same kind of thing. Not that he would openly express this to anyone. Especially Oliver, he wouldn't leave him alone if he told him that.
The phone broke him from his thoughts and leaned back from his chair to look at the caller ID. What a surprise. It was Oliver to give him a call.
Alfred rolled his
2p!AmericaxReader-Boyfriend Material?It was the dead of the night and whoever was at your door, youre going to give him, or her, a good beating for waking you up from your sleep. The knocks on the door was getting louder and louder with each passing moment and you yelled, Coming, from the top of your lungs to get your message straight.2p!AmericaxReader-Boyfriend Material?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally reaching the door, you turned the knob hastily. You were faced with your brunette boyfriend, your bloody, bruised, bad boy, Alfred. His clothes were ripped and as bloody as his face. Al what the eff? He gave you a smile even with his swollen cheeks (damn he was still cute). Moved by pity (and the fact that he was your boyfriend), you helped him into your house.
Hey babe, he said in a strained voice.
Ugh! Dont talk right now. Ill go get the ice pack, first aid kid and alcohol.
This wasnt the first time he came to your home like this, but this time it was a lot worse than before. You wonder who he fought with agai
Firsts (2p!AmericaXReader)Alfred F. Jones was five when he first got jealous. His best friend was being approached by a young Chinese boy and when he handed ______ a clumsily cut paper heart, he swore that if his eyes weren’t already red, they would be. _______ was his best friend, not that guy!Firsts (2p!AmericaXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She walked back over with a sweet smile on her childish face, which soon fell as she witnessed his scowl. “What’s wrong Al?” she asked, running over and skidding to a stop next to him. Alfred crossed his arms and sat down, and ______ followed.
“He shouldn’t have given you that card! You’re my best friend, not his!” At this point, he sounded more like a little toddler trying to get his favorite treat from a relative rather than a protective best friend. _____ giggled and elbowed him gently in the side.
“That’s okay silly! He was just being nice! You’ll always be my best friend!” Alfred couldn’t help it. He smiled back at his best friend, his an
Living the Dream: 2p!America x ReaderAl 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.”Living the Dream: 2p!America x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“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 in the chem labs, engineering, that sort of stuff. English and reading were where you excelled, so obviously he had sought you out. Without this passing grade, the college would never continue the scholarship he had gotten and he would never get the chance to achieve the greatness he was capable of.
He was so close in his goal of the American Dream,
2p!AmericaxReader: Strange Love“Al…Al…Al…AL!”2p!AmericaxReader: Strange Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“WHAT?” Al jumped out of his seat glaring at you.
Giving him an angry pout you sat on his lap. Sitting sideways you put your arms around his neck, “I said ‘what do you want for dinner’?”
“Want to go out?”
He said nothing, only flipped the channel with a click of the remote.
You frowned. “Al…Al…Al…Al...AL!”
“WHAT?” he shouted. The volume from his retort sent you off his lap. He looked down at you, not even bothering to apologize or help you.
“I asked ‘do you want to go out’?”
He shrugged and went back to watching TV. Huffing you got up and left him in the couch. Taking your purse and keys you left him at the house.
You drove to Ollie’s house. He was always nice and listened to you when you had troubles with Al.
“He’s just ignoring me all the time. I think we’re over,” you told him.
An Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader)Caution: blood, swearing, and some relatively creepy strangersAn Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stood under the lone streetlamp, clutching your backpack to your chest, glancing nervously at anyone who seemed like trouble. But at this hour, anything could happen. You mentally damned your boss for making you stay after and clean up. Sure, the extra money would be nice, except for now you were stranded in the middle of the red light district.
You were so utterly exhausted, you had boarded the wrong bus and hadn’t noticed until it was too late, and now you were stuck there for another…fifteen minutes until the next bus was scheduled to arrive.
I’m too young to die… you thought to yourself. A few years out of college, you had secured your dream job as a forensic scientist at a big city police department, and it felt wonderful knowing that you were helping catch criminals and murderers. But now the biggest worry on your mind was whether or not you would become the latest victim of
My Girl - 2P!America x ReaderAl 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.My Girl - 2P!America x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 tumbled down the slide, hearing your leg snap from the impact you made with your body weight, hitting the metal slide. You finally made it to the bottom falling on your face in the dirt. You wailed, at the pain in your leg. And the bruises on your body. A boy named Al F. Jones had seen the whole thing and ran over.
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
2p!CanadaxReader: Protective“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.2p!CanadaxReader: Protective2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You gave a small whimper as his grip increased. “P-please, I already have a boyfriend.”
The boy still didn’t let go. “He doesn’t have to know.”
“J-just leave me alone!” you tried to sound stern, but it wasn’t working. “I-I’m serious, let go of me!”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, eh?”
Your heart nearly popped out of your chest, “M-Matt.”
The boy turned and sneered, “Who are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Matthiu said grabbing the arm that was holding you. “Now I suggest you let her go before someone gets hurt.”
“Like you could hurt m-.” Matthiu punched him in the face.
The boy let go of you and you pulled your arm to your chest. Matthiu continued to wail on the boy until the stranger didn’t move. “Are you alright?”
Tears at the cor
2P!America X Reader: Lost Tooth2P!America X Reader: Lost Tooth2P!America X Reader: Lost Tooth2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hey guys, Animakath here! e7e
I've been on Deviantart for two years, so; Hell yeah! >7< I'm happy to be here for two years, because I have met so many people and made awesome friends~ ^7^
So I made this story for you guys, because I love you guys~ ¬//7//¬'
Oh and Warning: Swearing....Well this 'is' a 2p!America story~! >7
2p!AmericaxReader: Loosen Up!2p!AmericaxReader2p!AmericaxReader: Loosen Up!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You glared at the paper that had the assignment on it. Another project, honestly?! Your history teacher was killing you with all these projects! Why couldn’t you just learn the information then take a test, like normal classes? Oh, no, the projects were your tests. The class wouldn’t like it if he just gave out a test, blah, blah, blah.
You supposed it wasn’t just the project that was working your patience. Another part was the crowd of your classmates that decided to huddle around your desk, asking time after time, student after student, if you’d be their partner.
“Why would I be your partner?” You wanted to say to them, “So I can do all the work?”
But, of course you wouldn’t say that to them. Being known as one of the nicest and smartest people in your school was a good title to have, in your opinion. As such, you wanted to keep that title, so yelling at your classmates was simply
2pAmericaxReaderSetting her suitcase down she looked around her new room, it was bleak and bland. One bed, one dresser, two drawers, one closet and a desk and a window over the bed, curtains closed. They were all the same color, white; her room was a light shade of blue and the carpet shag white. She sighed and couldn’t wait to decorate it to look like her old room back at her old home, which was across the country. Oh how she missed it so, her two friends gave her a goodbye party that still gives tears to her eyes, and her classmates did the same. It surprised her so much they didn’t even show signs of liking her in the beginning but said that without her the class would be darker without her imagination to brighten it back up again. She could cry right now just by thinking about it, but didn’t.2pAmericaxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She looked at the room even further and found nothing of interest, moving was hard even if you had something better to move to. When you been in one place for song long it gets harder to lea
People Like You (2p!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARINGPeople Like You (2p!AmericaXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He met you in a seedy club in the red light district of whatever city he was in for that night (they all tended to look the same after a while). You were sitting on a bar stool, kicking your feet every once and awhile, and you looked completely out of place amongst the bimbos and the prostitutes that frequented this place. It would be hard to get into your pants. Too hard, most drunk, horny guys would say.
But Alfred F. Jones always liked a challenge.
He walked over, every other guy moving out of the way as soon as they saw him coming. They knew the alpha male when they saw him. Sliding onto the stool beside you, he glanced over at what you were drinking, and was surprised and slightly disgusted when he saw a glass of what looked like regular Coca-Cola in front of you.
“You even know what’s in that stuff, doll?” he said with a slight smirk, glancing condescendingly at the offending drink in front of you.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes an
2p!Canada x Injured!ReaderWarning: I probably swear. And there is an teensy bit of self harm? Hitting of walls to prevent crying? I dunno...2p!Canada x Injured!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I could tell you were trying not to cry. I rather admired that. It was difficult for you to hide some of your emotions, and you always developed a blank, slightly frowning mask when you were feeling any negative emotions, but I had never seen you cry in public. At the hormonal level most girls ran at, that was impressive.
Walking next to you, I tried to show you somehow, silently, that I was here for you. That you were allowed to hug me if you needed me to. But I had seen you shy away from human contact before. Always so outgoing, you still got overwhelmed easily. If you showed disgust at my touch, it might have really hurt me. So I couldn’t comfort you. Because you didn’t want to show your emotions at all in this hellhole, and I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge that I noticed and above all, cared.
We passed through a doorway, and you hit the wall,
2p!AmericaxReader Hard to LoveA/N2p!AmericaxReader Hard to Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sorry if this one's too fluffy! I've wanted to do this story for a while. Every time I hear this song, I'm just like this would be so cute with Al!
Song; Hard to Love
Artist; Lee Brice
I am insensitive I have a tendency to pay more attention to the things that
Sometimes I drink to much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I dunno
Why you're staying with me?
The door just slammed shut. Leaving a shocked Al in it's wake. Oh how he did it now, this time he almost knew you weren't coming back. Yet why did he have this little hope, that maybe you'd come back? No, he quickly thought. Why would you came back after all he's put you through? After all, you shouted that he didn't care for you...
Al let out an agitated sigh, he knew he'd cause you to leave eventually. Though it's not like he wanted you to leave. No, not at all. In fact he loved you, more than he cou
2p!AmericaxReader: My Cheese Ball“Al, Al it’s time to go,” you said trying to get your best friend/boyfriend to let go of the bottle of beer.2p!AmericaxReader: My Cheese Ball2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” He slurred.
You sighed, “And why is that?”
“Cuz when I looked at you, I dropped mine,” he took another swig from his bottle.
“Al Jones, let go of the bottle. You’re drunk.”
Al gave you a sloppy, lopsided, but still hot smile, “I’m not drunk!” He swung his arm around your shoulder and buried his face into your neck, “I’m just intoxicated by you…”
You smiled and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, “Thanks, hon.”
“You know,” Al said as you dragged him out of the car, “if you were a stop light, I’d turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.”
“I’m sure you would,” you said getting out the door.
“BABY, YOU MUST BE A LIGHT SWITCH, CUZ EVE
2p!AmericaxReader-ChangeThe whole assignment was a complete drag, but something that needed to be done. You ended up staying at the library to skim every page in the internet concerning about history (which was no help since every single one of those pages said the same thing, the lack of variety might get your paper a solid B at the very least). Your concentration on the subject made you lose your track on time, not knowing that it was already too late for you to stay outside of the house.2p!AmericaxReader-Change2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
8:47, the clock high above the ceiling read. Way too late for you to be out the house.
Knowing that your mother might be worried sick about you, you decided to finish up the report back at home and hopefully get better material for it.
“I’ll be going now,” you waved to the librarian.
She smiled at you, her winkles visible, “See ya tomorrow, hun. Be careful, they say bad men come out at night.”
You reassured her that you would be careful with the bad men and avoid them at all costs before you g
2p!AmericaXReader: The Person 2p!AmericaXReader: The Person I Love2p!AmericaXReader: The Person 2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Look (name), I really like you. You’re smart, pretty, and cool. When I first saw you I couldn’t get the courage to tell you that. That’s ironic being the guy who beat up gang members before, but will you be my girlfriend; even if you reject me I at least want closure.” Alfred confessed, expecting a response, but received none.
“(Name)” he said confused.
Your face was completely red and your (e/c) eyes were wide. Your mouth was gaping open. You took a deep breath and then…
“YES ALFRED. I’LL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND! I ALWAYS WANTED TO CONFESS TO YOU, BUT I WAS TOO SHY! I WAS SO HAPPY THAT YOU ASKED ME OUT AND EVEN CONFESSED TO ME!” You yelled out all at once. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth, Alfred then just chuckled.
“You’re really cute (name), I like that.” Alfred said
“I like you as well, Alfred.”
The both of you kissed each other in a fever of pas
Little!2p!America x Little!ReaderWarning: Little Al swears once or twice. Cuz he's a naughty little child. ^^Little!2p!America x Little!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Al laughed in your face, and said childishly, even for him, “You’re such a girl!”
“Am not!” you protested, getting frustrated with your good friend.
He instantly retaliated, “Are too!”
“No, I’m not!” you hollered. “Bet I can climb to the top of this tree before you can!”
Al laughed again, even harder, “I’d never lose to a little girl!”
“Oh, yeah?! Bring it!” you said, hands on your hips.
Al grinned, showing his smile lacking more than a few baby teeth due to his constant fighting. Some with Matt, and some of course with you. But there were many more competitions than fights, as you were always trying to prove to the insolent child that girls were just as good as guys when they put their mind to it.
So he ran for the tree, giving himself a rather unfair head start. “You’re on, _____!”
2p!CanadaxReader: Young Love“Matt, this is ___________. ___________ why don’t you get to know Matt here?” the Kindergarten teacher said with a smile.2p!CanadaxReader: Young Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You regarded the new student. He was about your height, but that would soon change, his had long blonde hair that reminded you of a princess in a story book. However this boy was far from a princess. He stood confidently with a frown on his face.
“I’m ___________,” you said taking his hand, “want to play?”
“Not with a stupid girl,” Matt sneered.
Angrily you snapped, “You’re mean.”
“And you’re a girl.”
You grabbed him by the collar and slugged him in the nose. In return he punched you in the eye.
After about five minute of punches the teacher separated the two of you and put you in the corner. “You hit hard,” Matt complained, washcloth on his nose.
Glaring at him with your one good eye you sniffed a bit.
“Want to be my girl?” he asked.
Jealousy - 2P!America x Reader~WARNING: SOME SWEARING. But this is Jason, so who cares.~Jealousy - 2P!America x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jason sighed in a grumpy manner as his girlfriend laughed and chatted with his brother, Matt. He would rather die than admit it, but jealous. Horribly so. _______ was his and only his. Yet there she was, giggling as Matt told her stories of the two's childhood, occasionally cracking and tiny smirk.
A growl ripped from his throat as the Canadian leaned closer to his girl. Doll, can we leave now?
The brunette's love looked up at him, then glanced at the clock, her (e/c) orbs widening upon noting the time. Oh, wow, it got late, huh? Ye of course! Bye, Mathieu! she chirped, hopping up to give him a hug. The tall blonde stood and grunted as she wrapped her arms around his chest and patted her head. Bye, squirt.
As the two walked home, ______ chatted endlessly (no more coffee for her) to him. I can't believe you guys actually have always fought! I mean, I know you already told me that, but I
2p!AmericaxReader: Break“Hey, Arthur do you have the notes from English?” you asked your collage college.2p!AmericaxReader: Break2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The thick browed Brit nodded and reefed through his papers, “Yes, here you go.”
You sighed and smiled at the page of precious knowledge, “Thanks you’re a life saver. I can’t believe I slept through the whole thing.”
Arthur nodded, “I’ve noticed you’ve been quite tired lately. Getting enough sleep?”
“Umm,” you blushed, “no…”
You shook your head.
“I wish,” you said. “It’s Al…”
Arthur turned slightly pink, “Ok, I don’t need to know.”
“Speak of the Devil,” you murmured. “Hey de-.”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing pest? Get away from my girl.”
Arthur huffed at Al then said to you, “I’ll see you later ___________.”
2p!CanadaxReader-HelpHelp2p!CanadaxReader-Help2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whats worse than being lost in a forest?
Getting lost in a forest, in the middle of the night, alone, during the late autumn.
You sighed, and due to the cool temperature your breath can be visible. Rubbing your palms together to create friction that will hopefully give you some heat, you slapped your palms immediately to your face. The heat only lasted for only a minute before the biting cold returned.
Trudging through the rocky road now thick with snow, you tried to remember the path that you took to get back home but unfortunately for you snowfall have started and covered your tracks from before making back tracking impossible. The thick fog didnt help either.
Groaning, you sat down on a wide flat rock big enough for your butt to be cozy. Cmon God, give me a sign. As if on cue, a low groaning noise broke the eerie silence of the forest. You couldnt tell if it was sheer coincidence or you had to review your faith later on.
Another groan could b