#hetaila

“You’ll Be My American Boy!”

authors note: hello.. This is apart of my new series of hetaila headcanons! VERY open to requests on this series. I’m not bound to x reader, if you request ship headcanons—I’ll do it anyway!!! Anyways I hope you’ll request something after reading this ;)

synopsis: Relationship headcanons with Alfred F Jones, some slightly suggestive stuff—so be aware. Some general headcanons as-well.

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He would definitely use some cheesy nickname on you, like 'Babe,' 'Boo,' or 'Bro,’ something along those lines. His favorite ways of showing affection are physical touch and gift-giving. He would definitely spoil you with things you really don't need, or that are WAY too expensive for you. He might buy you something stupid, but you still love him. He says it “reminds him of you,” and you believe it. If you showed interest in a show or game, he’d definitely buy you expensive or rare merchandise from it. Besides giving you gifts, he would find ways to be by your side no matter what. He gets very clingy. Honestly, he gets possessive and jealous very easily. A stranger could ask you for directions, and he’s already giving them the death glare in an obvious way. He loves cuddling with you in private. You might be watching TV when he comes over, lies down on your lap, and shares snacks. In public, he likes to hold your hand while walking, shopping, or just about anywhere. His hands are often warm when you're holding them. If he's not holding your hand, he's probably fidgeting with his fingers.

I imagine Alfred as honestly slightly tanned—(his mom is native, BEST believe.) As well as having some freckles on his face. I feel like he would have some ear piercings. Probably has or had an eyebrow slit before. He has a skateboard, he’ll try to do some cool trick to impress you–but it always ends up with you having to fix up his wounds from falling down. He acts like a “teenage dirtbag” even though he is a full grown adult–it’s honestly quite funny the lengths he goes to impress you. He also tried to act flirty with you–but it just ended up with you both dying laughing.

For dates, he’d take you to his favorite restaurant, an arcade, or a football game. For favorite restaurants, it’s most likely going to a fast-food restaurant or a fancy restaurant. No, there's no in between, sadly. For arcades, he’d definitely try to win you a stuffed animal or prize from those rigged claw machines. He’d probably fail miserably—or be strangely lucky at it. He’d definitely try to win you everything you have, even the slightest interest in. For football games, it will definitely be in the summertime. You probably won’t know what’s going on most of the time (unless you are a football fan) apart from the loud yelling and cheering going on. It’s honestly quite fun—just sometimes overwhelming.

He sometimes visits you at the most random of times. He says it’s just because he “misses” you. (We all really know he’s there for the pantry snacks.) He’ll definitely ask you to come cuddle with him or come watch some horror movie with him. He’ll also force you to go the supermarket with him so you two can make dinner together.

When he’s out on meetings with the G8, he’ll definitely text you in the middle of the meeting saying, “this is so boring baby, I miss you.“ while everyone is glaring at him to continue the meeting. He’ll definitely bring you a gift from a local shop on the way back home though. Most likely some flowers or chocolates that he will end up eventually evaporating them in one go like the true patriotic American man truly is. You’ll call him out on this, but he doesn’t seem to care that much. (He likes the degradation..)

When you argue, he honestly feels horrible on the inside. But, since he’s “number one,” he won’t show it. He’d rather pretend to act cocky than actually admit that it feels horrible to argue with you. If it were his fault for the argument, he’d apologize an hour later. He doesn’t want you to feel like he no longer enjoys your company. He wants you to be happy. During your guys' argument, he’d definitely act cocky and narcissistic. Because, since he would get sarcastic, but most of the time, he would never yell at you. He would definitely raise his voice at you—but never yell.

You two first met at your hometown's local arcade. It was a Saturday night, and you two were hanging out with your respective friend groups. The flashing lights of the arcade honestly made your head spin, and it also smelled like soda and the faint smell of your local Chuck E Cheese. But you didn't put much thought into it, since it was a Saturday and there was a vast majority of people and games to play. He first got a glance of you trying to win a stuffed animal, you being the unluckiest person ever, and struggled to win the prize. You eventually walked away in defeat and went off with your friends to grab a slice.

At first glance, he thought you were quite good-looking in his opinion. He told his friends about this “babe” he just saw and said he's going to “rock her whole world with my hero magic bro,” so he put on his most cocky and confident personality and made it his personal mission to get you this plushie and eventually your number tonight. After he started walking toward the machine, you noticed him. You saw how obvious he was about wanting to get this prize for you. You didn't even know him other than seeing him around town and at shops. You had been practically eyeing him from afar for quite a while now. He was quite the popular dude—everyone in town wanted to be with him—so you were quite surprised he was going after you. You felt quiet and a tad nervous about why, but you weren't upset at all. After multiple tries and errors from the blonde man afar, he finally won the prize and immediately ran after you with your friends.

“Hey boo, I saw you eyeing that prize over there, so I got it for you!” Standing proudly in front of you, like he just won the World Cup in your name.

You, being overjoyed that you actually got the prize you wanted, graciously thanked the man. You tried not to blush at the man seemingly blushing back at you and turned away.

“Hey, wait!” the blonde spoke, “Bro, you're totally good looking. Can I have your number?” he chuckled, seemingly embarrassed at the statement he just made. You snap your head back in shock. This hot blonde just asked you out? You agree, yes, and give him your number. He thanks you and starts walking away before saying a single sentence.

“Let me take you out sometime, babe!” he smirks at you.

A/N: hope you enjoyed! Taking requests for the next part of the series!! X Reader & Ship headcanons. (check beginning Note)

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