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? by hetaregirl
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
Introspective (Steve x Reader)Introspective (Steve x Reader) by mikinataka
The grains beneath your feet and the coolness on your skin is almost alarming, to be this content, complete and whole. It is simply much too good to be true. The sound of the water lapping is washing all thought from your mind, cleansing—an entirely new slate. As the day grows older, the tide rises. The ocean reaches out, hands seeking your toes, so very close, but never quite reaching. It draws back as though it has given up, only to spur up another bout of energy in order to try again. Crashing over into itself, the ocean calls. The sun is falling and the moonlight fights to reign, softly rocking the waves back and forth. The wind whips through you hair and against your suave evening dress, back and forth, back and forth…and that—this—consistency keeps you at peace.
…No more lies…not anymore.
"I hate the ocean. I hate the way it always makes me feel. Trapped, limited, and grounded."
You pause as