The Mercenary (Chapter 1) “There you are. Nicki’s been worried you know.”The Mercenary (Chapter 1) by CountryChic94
I’d never liked hospitals, and I probably never will. I honestly felt like I had spent my entire life in one. With a surgeon as a father, a once constantly sick mother-who would die giving life to my little brother-and that same little brother getting leukemia, the hospital was a second home to me. And I hated it.
“Hero? You all right, girly?”
However, there’s always that one person or thing that can make it
Mystery Girl (Chapter 3) The months flew by for (y/n), as she learned her powers with Vision, and spared with Natasha and Steve, and messed around with the Guardians of the Galaxy and Pietro. It had been by far the greatest months of her life, and she was very excited for the upcoming week. It had been years since she spent a happy Thanksgiving and Christmas with people who loved and protected her. The very thought of Thanksgiving being the next week sent her heart racing and made her mind fuzzy with happiness.Mystery Girl (Chapter 3) by CountryChic94
"Oh, (y/n)! Can you help me with the turkey?" Wanda's sweet voice floated from the kitchen, distracting the girl from helping Steve pin up little leaves and pilgrim people.
"Go ahead, (y/n)." Steve grunted, smiling down at the girl he now considered a sister, or daughter. "The turkey is far more important."
"Okay, thanks Steve!" she bounded away, running into the delicious smelling kitchen. "How can I help you Wan
The Mercenary (Prologue) His head was pounding. Swirling. Twisting. Flailing. Endlessly in a constant spin after spin, the image of two people etched into his retina; his mind. It repeated, over and over. Flashing past his confused and anguished mind. It simply wouldn't stop, and he didn't deserve to ask it to stop. He deserved this pain...this remembrance.The Mercenary (Prologue) by CountryChic94
The sound of the bullet caused nausea to take him. Seeing the blood gush from her side caused the blood within to freeze instantly. The recognition of his sister's screams nearly tore his heart from his chest. The tears coursing down her face was something he thought he would never have to witness. The screams of hundreds of people, now stuck in this literal hell, echoed and vibrated his very soul. He would give anything to forget those screams, the wails of pure terror, when they realized that the chance of dying is very imminent.
But the girl had healed herself, somehow. She was still alive, breathing,
Canada x Reader ~Thanksgiving~ Being alone for the holidays really sucked, and no one knew this better than me. For years I'd been celebrating the end of the year by myself. After my parents disowned me for disagreeing with their desire to leave the states for illegal purposes (that shan't be named), I began my ten year stretch of lonely holidays. Valentine's day sucked, Easter was boring, Thanksgiving found me with little to be thankful for, and Christmas reduced to me tears every year.Canada x Reader ~Thanksgiving~ by CountryChic94
Sure, I had plenty of friends, it wasn't like I was a loner or anything like that. It was just hard to find friends not busy around the holidays. It's to be expected of course, just because my family is dysfunctional didn't mean they had terrible family lives. Quite the opposite, actually. Most weekends were spent alone in my college apartment, and I was nearly done with that as well.
It also didn't really help that I was immortal. Now, don't go freaking out or anything,
Makoto X Reader - Red As A Rose [Soulmate AU]Makoto X Reader - Red As A Rose [Soulmate AU] by bonkers-4-hatter
You saw it everywhere.
Lovers, well, soulmates is more accurate. They were everywhere around you, breezing by you and showcasing their love like it was the most precious thing in the world.
It was tough and you didn’t want to come off as condescending or anything, you were extremely happy for those couples, the ones who found their soulmate. They looked like they were in bliss.
That’s what you wanted…so bad.
You were patient enough you thought. It was your last year of high school and it seemed everyone at Iwatobi found that special someone and honestly, it was starting to feel lonely.
Your friends have been helping you get through it though, they are the greatest and not to mention the winning national swim team. One friend, Makato Tachibana in particular has gone above and beyond, always being there for you and making sure you always had a smile on your face.
Over the years, you started to have deeper feelings for the swimmer – dare you say love. It was taboo,
Next to you [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader]Next to you [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader] by murasakibaka
Kuroko wasn't big on tv, but as long as she keeps the volume fairly low, he could cuddle on the couch with her while reading a good novel. Sometimes he would look up to find her with tears streaming down her face, her eyes red and puffy, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted as she tries to regain her composure. She would sit like that for a while and Kuroko would let her, knowing that she was still lost in the emotional plot of whatever she was watching and he would wait silently for her to drift back to reality before lifting a hand to gently wipe away any remaining tears. She would look up at him with a sheepish smile and apologize for being so dramatic but Kuroko would simply shake his head, telling her he liked the way she could get so absorbed in fictional stories and her ability to sympathise with the characters.
Then there were times when he would get distracted by the sound of soft snores and he would look up from his book to where she was lying on his chest to find her s
Stay with me a little longer [Kiyoshi x Reader]Stay with me a little longer [Kiyoshi x Reader] by murasakibaka
Kiyoshi never really minded what she put on tv, he was always happy watching whatever she wanted to watch because it wasn't often they got to spend quality time together and he was content just being close to her. She would always ask if he was okay with what she picked despite him telling her every time that he didn't mind as long as she wanted to watch it. Even the chick flicks would be okay, even though he didn't like them much, but it made her happy and when she was happy, Kiyoshi was happy. Sometimes he would watch along with her, gasping and laughing at all the right moments, but mostly he would lie across the couch with her nestled close to his chest, one arm around her waist and the other gently caressing her hair. He would simply watch the different emotions that would dance across her face as she became more and more absorbed in the story. He would smile when her face lit up in amusement, hold her closer and comfort her during the scarier parts and wipe away her tears during
Valentine's Day (Steve X Reader) (One Shot)(Name) was in Stark Tower's kitchen, baking cupcakes. She smiled as the sweet aroma lifted to her nose as she pulled out the second batch. Today was the day of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Valentine's Day party. None of the agents really wanted to go, but the office people had insisted. Besides, there was supposed to be free food. Even if it meant everyone had been required to bring something.
"Smells good," Tony said as he swooped into the kitchen. He lifted a cupcake from the plate, frosted it in a swift movement, unwrapped it, and shoved it into his mouth. "HOLY SH-" he yelled as he spat the miniature cake out.
"Fresh out of the oven," (Name) quipped.
"You could have warned me!" He said as he attempted in cooling off his mouth.
"And where would be the fun in that?" she asked as she stuck another batch into the oven.
"Perhaps I wouldn't have third degree burns on my tongue?!"
"But that's the best part!" she smiled.
Tony merely rolled his eyes and left the kitc
[Private Business] (Steve Rogers x Reader)It's nearing nine o'clock at night when Cap's motorcycle brakes to a stop, and he gets off quickly, pushing the supermarket doors open. Searching for the correct aisle, he finally finds it after 5 minutes of searching blindly, but not before he grabs bars of chocolate as a treat when he passes by the candy aisle.
Steve perks his head up as he looks at the shelf of items in front of him. Flushing, he grabs two of the packages, hiding them in his jacket, and wading out through the crowd, weaving in tight corners and trying to the counter unnoticed.
Reaching the counter, Steve realizes he can't stay incognito forever. Pulling out the packages and passing over the chocolate, he starts filing out the notes, very, very determined not to look at anyone. The cashier looks surprised as he hands them over, but shrugs it off, scanning the items in. The amount pops up, Steve gives the banknotes, asking for a bag and hastily putting all his stuff in.
Getting on his bike, the trip seems to tak
My Everything (Steve Rogers X Reader)My Everything (Steve Rogers X Reader)
WARNING: Torture, Blood, Some Swearing! (Just in case)
“Steve, we got company…” I whisper yelled at him before looking back in the control room. Fury sent us on a mission to retrieve stolen information from a somewhat inactive H.Y.D.R.A. base. Well, that was 6 months old Intel and the place is flooded with enemy agents. I mean mistakes happen but this, this is bullsh-
My ear piece filled with Fury’s voice. “Steve, (Y/N)! Get out of there now!” His voice came through a little more before it was cut short by the static now coming through the feed.
“Dammit…” I took out my ear piece and stuffed it in the confines in the back of my suit. I frantically exchanged my glances from Steve at the computer to the door I was watching. There were several agents that noticed us due to our assumption that the base was empty, and they were all outside of the door trying to open the door with their numer
Steve Rogers x Reader Thrill RideThrill Ride
Request for Tammie Stark
"Hi, I just want to say that you're amazing and I absolutely love your stories!
If it's alright, I'd like to request an avenger story where Steve and the reader go to the amusement park but when they try something scary, the reader starts hyperventilating and Steve thinks, at one point, she'll pass out. So he takes her away, calms her down and cheers her up."
Your hand tightly held Steve's as he led you through the crowds of people at the fair. Your fingers were laced, keeping you two connected. Having been given the day off, you opted for spending it at the county fair, experiencing the thrilling rides and fattening junk food and hard-to-win games. Steve seemed to have a knack for the latter, having won you a stuffed panda that was almost as big as you were.
You hadn't been to a county fair or amusement park since you were a child, so it was almost like you were seeing everything for the first time. Every ride was new to you, though the idea of a r
[Steve Rogers x Reader] Homesick (3)Party Music:
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Steve rubbed his eyes first, head angled down into his palms and you watched as the first thing he looked at was the jeep he still sat in. His fingertips brushed the seat beside him so lightly as if it would dissolve. It was like watching a kid open a Christmas present.
"It is a-" Steve began to exclaim as he glanced round, but as soon as he saw you he cut himself short. Your suppressed your urge to grin, just smiling as his expression quickly melted from surprise to looking utterly stunned.
"You, uh- you look great." He murmured, barely blinking. His eyes flitted down to your uniform every so often as though he would be told off for looking anywhere but your face. It was awfully endearing.
"Thank you," You stepped forward, "You'll be glad to know we're all dressed to match, everyone should b
[Steve Rogers x Reader] Homesick (2)A few hours later you touched down in California, and about half an hour after that you were walking into a small grubby hotel near the coast, after stopping for a coffee beforehand.
You were actually feeling more excited than anything as you shortly rapped on one particular room's door, long-faded olive paint peeling over it's scuffed surface. Underfoot the burgundy carpet was blotched with dark stains you didn't care to think about, and the surrounding walls were speckled with mildew, and near the doorway a small amount of black mould grew on the lacklustre cream paint. There was no response at first, so you knocked again.
"You've got the wrong room." A surprisingly loud voice came muffled you guessed from just the other side of the door, a bit monotone and gravelly. He must've been scoping you out through the small peephole in the door.
Looking at it positively, if he thought he was threatened he would've either run off or knocked me out, so we're in the green so far.
[Steve Rogers x Reader] HomesickIt was late in the evening after a long and to be honest quite empty day at Stark Tower. The expansive living room was pleasantly warm. A handful of superheroes lounged idly across the expensive, dark leather sofas, chatting quietly or watching TV on an excessively enormous plasma screen as the minutes ticked past.
You couldn't suppress a smile when Steve struggled to hide a yawn from across the room, trapping it behind a hand.
He sat with a brown glass bottle loosely held in one hand's fingertips, the other propping his drooping head, his usually neat golden hair displaced slightly from it's parting to rebel in small tufts around his supporting fingers. He tiredly nodded and made occasional polite, affirmative noises, every now and then raising his bottle to his lips. Beside him a mildly inebriated Clint happily reeled of the differences between long bows and composite bows, of which there was apparently quite a few- too many for Steve anyway, and you found yourself smirking as
Steve Rogers X Reader Small talk"Really (Name) you just need to get out of your shell and go crazy!" (Name)'s friend Cassidy exclaimed.
"Crazy huh?" (Name) smiled.
"Yeah, Your also so polite and kind all the time. Hurt someone's feelings for once!"
"Oh I don't know that sounds like a lot to do." (Name) said sarcastically.
The two entered the Smithsonian, crowds of people were there snapping pictures and rushing over to the Captain America exhibit.
"I wonder what's going on over there." (Name) mumbled.
"Let's check it out." Cassidy said walking over to the exhibit.
By the time the two girls got over to the exhibit even more people were there. Flashes of lights from the cameras were going off and even the news were there. Since there was so many people there was no way you could see from the side. Girls screams could be heard with shouts like 'I love you' and 'Marry me'. (Name) and Cassidy squeezed through the very corner of the exhibit. They found a empty bench and stood on top of it. What they saw was
My Everything (Steve x Reader)
March 1942, New York
“It's going to be fun, trust me!”
“I don't know...”
One of your best friends, Anna, guided you to an unknown place for you.
She just told you about a double date with two gentlemen.
You had no idea where she picked up all these guys for you.
As the both of you were walking down the streets of Brooklyn, you couldn't help yourself but feel nervous.
Anna brought the most handsome men to you, always trying to set you up with one of them.
Unfortunately, nothing did work out.
Either they were the most arrogant creatures on earth, just trying to get you in bed, or they didn't even notice you.
Sure, you were pretty, but nothing special. You knew that.
As the both of you reached the theater, you stopped by the entry and waited for your dates to show up.
Anna began to fumble on your dress, trying to put your (h/c) curls in a proper state.
“Stop that!” you scolded her giggling and slapped playfully at her hand
Hard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader RequestHard Day, Soft Spot
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The roaring flames in the fireplace were spraying waves of warmth to you you’re your cocoon position on the couch. Wrapped up in super soft blankets, you peered out the large cabin windows at the weathery night. Snow was cascading down from the heavens, each heavy blow of it slightly worrying you more as your gaze went to the clock, counting each second.
The speed of the falling was a problem, but the sound of the front door slamming open relieved your worries, turning to look up at the broad shadowed figure in the doorway grumbling curses as he knocked the snow from his boots, placing his bloody hockey stick against the closet. You smiled kindly as he shook the white snowflakes from his wavy blonde hair, getting up and going to him as he slowly peeled off his gloves and unbuttoned his Mounties jacket.
Standing in front of him, you reached a hand out to him, but yanked it back swiftly. His black
Canada x Reader - HairCanada X Reader - Hair
*Beware. Copious amounts of cliché-ness, predictability, and fanservice. Enjoy!*
You were walking home from school with your best friend Matthew Williams. You'd had a crush on him since 7th grade, and you both were in grade 11 now. You kept it secret because you figured he'd never like you.
It was a windy day, and Matthew kept having to reach up and brush some stray hair out of his eyes. His curl was flying in the wind wildly, and you giggled watching him struggle with it.
"Hey! Quit laughing at me because I don't have my hair all pinned down like you do, (first name)." Matthew joked.
You laughed shyly, looking away so he wouldn't see you blush. Because you looked away from where you were walking you tripped over some uneven sidewalk and faceplanted to the ground.
"(First name)!" Matthew cried, dropping to his knees on the ground beside you. "Are you okay?" He slowly helped you up.
You smiled. "Yes, Matt, I'm fine."
"No you're not!" He exclaimed in his soft
Canada x Reader: Patio Lanterns [Songfic!]I held Kumakichi tightly, watching shyly all the other countries that came to attend the summer party. I smiled at my guest despite the fact that I knew most of them didn't really see me. Only a few smiled back at me, trying to be polite as they noticed my presence.
In truth, I'm pretty sure the only reason so many countries came today was because it was a party hosted by me and my neighbor and brother, America. He always managed to get all the attention and so everyone will attend his party. I'm almost certain that no one actually remembers that I'm one of the hosts or that the party is in Canadian territory.
Except for once, I didn't care.
I just hoped that [name] was here.
[Name], was the prettiest girl with the biggest heart that I've ever laid my eyes upon. [Country name], the country she represents, was possibly the only one who always noticed my presence and never once thought I was a ghost or anything similar. Since the moment we met, we've talked to each other regularly and we
Canada x Reader ScarsCanada x Reader
You wake up later than you expected. It was almost noon. Shit, you were expecting Matthew any minute now.
You always had a crush on him. You were especially shy around him, weird because he wasn't exactly the social butterfly himself.
You dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. You looked like something that came out of a horror movie. Hair a complete mess and sticking out in all different directions, eyes red and tired.
'Wow you look really disgusting today. Why'd you even bother getting up this morning.... Shut up, I'm not listening to you.'
As you ran a brush through your knotted (H/C) hair, something catches your eye. A razor blade sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter.
"Nope, not today." You said quietly to yourself and you pushed the razor blade off the counter into the trash can.
You quickly get dressed and put on some light make up. After ward, you walked down stairs to get your morning coffee. The bitter smell of coffee
Bus Stop [A Canada x Reader oneshot][That's right. I fell for Matthew Williams. No judging.]
Snuggling deeper into the soft, curvy, f/c colored chair, you smile. The sweet aroma of your hot chocolate spreads warmth to your face, clinging to your eyelashes and caressing your cheeks. What a great idea it was to swing by your favorite cafe before you would catch your bus. Delayed, actually, so even better. Your table was nestled in the corner, looking out onto the bus stop across the street. You press your cheek to the cool glass, as a few drops appear on the window. Confused, you look up. More drops start to fall, the sky being sapped of color as it fades to a Parisian gray. The scattered droplets intensify into your normal shower pressure, then into a complete downpour.
Well. It seems you'll be here a while.
The cafe is almost deserted save for a few college students using the free WiFi for reports. Your hands grip the mug of hot chocolate more firmly, for protection, as you
Red Umbrella - Canada x ReaderCanada x Reader
You shivered as you stepped into yet another puddle, pulling your drenched coat tighter around yourself, although it didn't do much as the rain continued to fall. You hated the rain.
To be perfectly honest, the crappy weather was truly matching your mood. Not only did you truly hate rain with all of your being, but you were eighteen, and life was a lot harder than expected. Tons and tons of stress was just crushing you inside. Every day when you returned to your dingy apartment, you fell right into bed and slept because you couldn't handle doing anything else.
It was awful; you wanted a better life than this.
You used to talk to a young man named Matthew. He was shy, didn't speak much, and he was one of your few friends in the city. He'd shown you around after you crashed into him on the street, and the bond just stuck. You often hung out together at a local coffee shop.
Honestly, you felt more for him that just friendship. He was adorable an
Canada x Reader: Good Day
You glanced over at the quiet Canadian. You always noticed him, aimlessly painting on his canvas. His violet eyes appeared melancholic beneath his glasses, but his painting involved such rich, bright colors, it was hard to imagine the boy could be so…down.
And you knew exactly why.
Your hand tensed, and you ended up smearing the red paint on your brush in the wrong spot. With a sigh, you decided to place down your brush and ask to go to the bathroom pass.
Sitting next to Matthew Williams just made you depressed.
It felt like walking to the bathroom was taking forever, even if it was just around the corner. The hall seemed to lengthen, your attention captured by all the paintings and the mural and everything.
And what Mattie had done.
Your feet stopped moving when you got to the stairs, the ones just halfway down this hall. It had happened here, during third lunch. The door had been propped open, held with two heavy English IV textbooks. You had gone up to see your English teache
years and years | netherlands x immortal!reader
[reader's gender not specified!]
/1889 zundert, netherlands
You sat at the quiet outdoor café in the early morning just after it had opened, your sketchbook open on the table in front of you. It seemed like the entire country was asleep aside from you. You yourself had only stumbled into the Netherlands as a traveler and were planning to be on your way as soon as you had something to eat and some rest.
Staying in one spot for long periods of time seemed to be troublesome for you due to the fact that you were immortal. You didn’t age like humans and you kept a young face forever. This often freaked out the locals so you had to keep on the move so no one recognized your face. You were actually planning to head to America soon, anyway.
You watched as the sun rose over the buildings and reflected into the windows as people began to emerge onto the streets and you sketched the scene slowly.
“That’s quite impressive,” a woman said over your shoulder. You tu
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*Daddy!Netherlands X Mommy!Reader X Child!Fem!Belgium X Child!Male!Belgium*
'Drabble #11 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The fluffy white bunny shivered at the bubbly's girl touch,the blonde boy giving him a symphatetic look as if the non talking being could actually understand him.The flock of white jumped out of Bella's lap and landed on (Daughter's Name) frilly pink dress,causing the said girl to gasp in surprise.
Peeking one ruby red orb out of the mass of soft pink,the girl's gaze softened and a cute smile was placed onto her features as she started caressing with her thumbs the top of the bunny's head,whose ear fell limp in sign of pleasure - the small creature loved the gentle touch of the (h/c) haired girl,as she ressembled a lot her mom - fragile and trustworthy.
(Name) smiled softly at the scene,picking up Abel's white and blue stripped ribbon and as soon as that happened,the bunny hopped off (Daughter's Name) lap and headed off (Nam
Abel x Reader: Fate
“Food pellets, food pellets… Where the hell are they hiding you?”you murmured to yourself as you craned your neck to see the high top shelves. You didn’t usually come here; the store was somewhat out of the way and it was stupid to drive more than necessary to pick up pet supplies, yet due to errands, you were in the area and just so happened to remember that you needed to pick a few things up before heading home. And while you were lucky that there was a pet store close by, it was becoming a chore to figure out where they kept their products. Usually you were in and out in under 5 minutes, but today you were going over 10, which was annoying to say the least.
“Oh come on,” you sighed, “I know rabbits aren’t the most popular of pets, but they’re pets nonetheless! So it shouldn’t be this hard to find their food!” Taking a deep breath, you marched out of the aisle you were currently moping in and took a look around the sto
Netherlands x Reader - Meaningful TulipsNetherlands x Reader - Meaningful Tulips
_______ sighed as she peeked out from behind the curtain of her bedroom window, looking down into the garden next door.
Why was she peeking down?
Simple. Her next door neighbour *happened* to be in the garden and she didn't want to be seen.
_______ felt her eyes crinkle slightly as she smiled down at Tim, who was tending to his beautiful tulips. Oh how she loved those tulips...and the man who tended them so carefully. _______ was hopeless at any kind of garden activity. She wasn't so bad at house plants but she had an unfortunate habit of sometimes forgetting to water them.
She knew Tim from collage, he was in her tutor form, as well as her Sociology and English Literature classes. He was very smart, something _______ admired greatly.
When she first met him, she was quite intimidated. He was tall, with blonde hair that stuck straight up, like he'd been electrocuted, and reeked of smoke. He gazed up at her with beautiful olive coloured eyes and a
Movie Date - America x Chubby!Reader - Fluffy
A Fluffy America x Chubby! Reader Story
It was starting to sound like a date from hell as you read over the text message on your phone and realised just what you had agreed on. Sure, your date was one of the funniest and boldest guys in high school not to mention the coolest amongst the jocks, but you were on edge. Being a chubby girl that was often so clumsy you spilt your lunch over those kinds of guys; going on a date with one was starting to sound like a set up.
Of course that was not really the case at all; Alfred Jones and you had been friends for years in secret! Ever other Saturday you’d met up in a local store that hosted card games on magic and challenged other players. Alfred was quite the nerd when he was in that kind of situation but of the entire building he was still the jock with muscles, confidence and charisma… even when he accidentally knocked his own drink down himself. But right now you were walking toward the local ci
AmericaXSick!Reader - Too Cold
You walked out of your apartment. You were going to the store because you had run out of water. It felt like a typical winter's afternoon, warm even, for the season, of course, so it wasn’t warm enough that you didn’t have to bundle up in a ski jacket. You walked down the street, looking at the ground in front of you. The sun reflected off the snow on the ground, making it sparkle. You thought it looked pretty.
As you walked to the store, the sky started to grow darker as storm clouds moved in.
I'd better hurry, or I'll get caught in the storm, you thought and ducked into the storm.
You quickly located the isle and grabbed two jugs of Poland Springs water. Then you went to stand in the express checkout lane, which was packed. Every line was filled with people.
It seems everyone is getting ready for the blizzard. You thought.
Eventually, you got up to the register and paid for the water. You walked to the automatic sliding doors. When they opened, a strong gust of wind rushe
America x Reader (One-Shot)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE!
LINK TO PICTURE IS IN THE DESCRIPTION.
You shuffled through your school schedules and groaned. You couldn't believe that Summer ended so quickly! You wanted it to last forever, but of course, school had to stroll along. It was a period before lunch, and you were kinda hungry. And as always, you planned to sit with your great friends; Feliciano, Francis, Elizaveta, and Yekaterina . They rarely had classes with you, but you all promised each other to hang out with them during lunch (even though a certain blonde pervert pisses you off sometimes). You strolled off to Earth Science and took a seat carelessly.
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Alfred."
You flinched as you heard the name. You twirled in your seat to see a fair-skinned American with twinkling blue eyes. You were shocked by how handsome he was and turned away, blushing in many shades of crimson. Stumbling across your words, you replied,
"I-I'm _(name)_. N-nice to meet, uhm, mee
Return to Me (Soldier!America x Reader)
Its been six months.
Six months since his last letter.
Six months since you last communicated.
Six months since he last said “I love you”.
Six months since you had any proof he was alive.
- - - - - - -
Today was a day of celebration.
The radio screamed it, the neighbors grilled it, the cars honked it, and everyone in America – everyone around the world – cheered it at the top of their lungs. From New York City and London to Warsaw and Moscow, the world was giving a breathe of relief because the war was finally over.
Yet somehow, you would have never believed it if the radio announcement hadn't come through that early morning. All of those men never returning home didn't make you feel like it was over. All of those men like your neighbor's son down the street.
And your husband.
You fiddled with your wedding ring, sliding it around and around on your finger, gazing out the window at your celebrating neighborhood. Never befor