Parents!America x Reader: Watching YouThe rear-view mirror gave Alfred a perfect view of the back seat of his truck. His four year old son sat in his booster seat, contentedly eating his happy meal. Today he chose to wear exactly what Alfred wore: a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt with the Superman logo on the chest. Even his shoes matched Alfred’s. The boy took turns eating his chicken nuggets and fries, sipping his Sunkist soda between bites. His little legs swung back and forth while he ate. Alfred smiled at the sight.More Like This
“Are you all most done with your nuggets, Austin?” Alfred asked the boy.
“I’ve got two more Dad,” the miniature him said proudly. “Then I can have the car, right?”
“That’s right, bud!”
“Woo hoo!” Austin held the second to last nugget and took a bite.
The iphone nestled in one of the cup holders rang. Alfred quickly grabbed it, recognizing the ringtone. He grinned as he answered. “Hey, honey!”
“I thought you
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“Morning’, old land ‘Murica.”
“Good morning to you t- HEY, WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?”
In the meanwhile, as you have predicted his reaction before, you were already out of the bed you two shared and heading to the bathroom, chuckling the way out between clothes, games and… a whole mess that was laying on the floor.
“Nothing, ‘Murica, nothi-“
But America was fast, already behind you, squeezing the life out of you with a bear hug.
“Next time I will take advantage of you, if you keep on calling me ‘old’!”
“I’ll save that for tonight, youngster!”
You were placed down in front of the mirror at that. You washed the night out of your face, at first, then took the toothbrush, the toothpaste and started washing your teeth.
America took some beard foam and started spreading it all over his lower face. While you brushed your teeth, you watched his reflection amused.
He wasn’t wearing…
England X Reader ~The Living Doll~"You know, when she said that you talked, I wasn't sure if I wanted to believe it," you said, staring down at the wee thing of delicately painted porcelain as it was poised on the kitchen table, so tiny and so elegant, just as you remembered it as it sat on the shelf you had found it on, with glassy eyes as bright as the sky.More Like This
"I know. You sounded hysterical on the line." the doll replied, crossing its ankles and then uncrossing it again, with impeccable posture, straight-backed and only regarding you.
"Well, when one buys dolls for their friends, one doesn't expect the dolls to be able to talk to you." you said, the wooden chair you sat on creaking violently as you shifted in your seat, swallowing thickly, and you turned to stare out the window, and then back to the one thing that captivated your attention for the most part.
"But then where would the fun be in that?" it asked, frowning up at you, and it looked so lifelike and real it took you a moment realize that it was
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She stared out of the large window, a cloth covered bundle held to her chest. Outside, the day was sunny and warm; a light breeze blew through the streets, cooling off the hectic London air. The people were swarming into the streets, chatting excitedly as they made their way to the town center.
A few horseback riders rolled through the crowds, scattering the people like ants around an apple. Children ran ahead of their families, wanting to be first to the scene. Their parents ran after them, trying to keep up with the children. It seemed everyone was in a good mood. Most people were on hanging days.
Or better yet, a pirate hanging. This was exactly what all the people in London were hungry for; to see the last free pirate, have his neck snapped by the hang man’s noose. The people loved to see this; it was a malicious, hungry,
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"Mommy, can we go see Santa before we go shopping?" Your son James asked, looking up at you with a pleading look on his face and his bright blue eyes. It was Christmas Eve, and you decided to take James out as you noticed that he was being very quiet and reserved. You ruffled his hair, which was the exact same shade as yours.
"Sure, sweetie." You replied with a smile as he clutched your hand tightly as you made your way towards Santa's grotto. You laughed as you saw James waddle in his thick coat with his woollen hat and mittens and snow boots. It was still weird for you to be honest; although he was five years old, it seemed like yesterday when he was born. The two of you walked in silence, with the occasional shocked gasp from James if he saw a shop's Christmas display.
They walked into the gingerbread house that was Santa's grotto, and they were greeted by a man with a large belly and a long white beard in red. You couldn't help but reme
AmericaxPregnant!Reader - The Perfect GiftYou smile contently to yourself as you finish wrapping the present before you. 'I really hope Al likes it...' You think as your thoughts drift to the American. Today was the 4th of July, and it was also Alfred's, your husband of two years, birthday. You had had a tough time picking out a perfect gift for him, but at the last moment, you found it.More Like This
While you were out shopping with your friend Elizabeta, you stumbled into a comic book store that sold rare comics and figurines. You ended up purchasing some comics that your husband was dying to have, and a small Captain America action figure, since he was Al's idol. It may have cost you most of the money you had saved up, but you knew the look of happiness on Alfred's face would make up for it.
You were about to pick up the present and put it away, when you felt arms wrap themselves around you, and a soft cheek rub against yours.
"Darn, I was hoping you were still wrapping and I could catch a glimpse of my gift!" The person says, and
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This is a drabble....drabble....draaaaaaabllllllllleeeeeee. IDK. Anyways, I'm still missing Dean like nuts, but I left him a present at home (a chocolate Moose on a stick, and an envelope of stupid pictures we took together the last time he was home)....but....I still want to hug him.
Also, pardon any mistakes....I'm typing this via iPhone and Airplane Internet Service.
"When will you be back?" You asked, trying your best to keep the tears at bay. Alfred shook his head and held you tighter.
"I don't know....they said anywhere between five and fifteen months..." He whispered. "It all depends on where they send me."
You sniffled when a truck horn honked behind the pair of you, beckoning your best friend away to his job: AKA a Military service man.
"Bye, Al..." You murmured, releasing him. He waved sadly and ran off to the back of the vehicle, watching regretfully as you waved back.
It had been twelve month since you'd last
Memorial Day: AmericaXReaderMemorial Day. It is a day that we celebrate in honor of those who died in battle. It also marks as the day to start the season of summer break. Though, I have to keep wondering to myself: What does Memorial Day really mean?More Like This
The school year is almost coming to a close. Just one more week of school left. The seniors are lucky though. They got to leave school earlier than the underclassmen, so they’re out enjoying their summer break before they enter college. I looked at the board to take some notes down for my finals. Then I turned my gaze to the clock. It seems that when you’re just ready to leave the school right away, time just moves slow. Like it’s taunting you.
“Okay class, for part of your final, I want you to write an essay about Memorial day, and what it means to you, or ask anyone what it means to them.” my history teacher, Miss Wright says to all of us. The entire class, including me groaned in frustration.
“Now now, be happy about this
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You really enjoyed riding the subway, it was a nice little relaxing ride where you didn’t have to worry about work, didn’t have to worry about your asshole coworkers, didn’t have to worry about rush hour traffic. You could just put in your ear-buds and forget about all the bullshit of the workday. Even when it was crowded it wasn’t all that unpleasant. You mostly kept to yourself, and you weren’t bothered by often; ear-buds are, after all, the universal ‘Please don’t talk to me’ sign.
Every now and then, though, there was someone who didn’t understand that. Sometimes it was kids, piping up from the seat in front of you to ask what your favorite color was, or what you had in your suitcase, and if they could play with it. Sometimes it was older folks, who weren’t ‘up’ on technology and didn’t get that ear-buds meant you were listening to music. And
America X Reader ~The Married Life~It was disorienting, to say the least. The rope swung ever-so-gently, bobbing you like a bottle in water, and your eyebrows knitted together in irritation as you glared at where it hung, wrapped around your ankles. You were going to have chafing there again.More Like This
The rope suspended you, upside-down, and you were thankful the wine from dinner had dulled your senses enough to glaze over the uncomfortable details for the moment. This was so irritating.
"You know, I didn't really expect this." you said, as you admired the tile from an upside-down angle, watching your hair sway as you moved and the unpleasant feeling that the blood was slowly yet surely rushing to your head and causing just a tad bit of difficulty to breath slowly, slowly, began to devour you.
A glance at the timer, luminescent green digits that counted down from three minutes and fifty-five seconds, the only light in the room, and you sighed, exasperated.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Alfred said, struggling to free himself from th