The Sound of Screaming: 2P America and Reader:
You walked through the supermarket hand and hand with your boyfriend of two years. Al Jones was a grumpy man with a short temper who could be lovable, sometimes. Yet, he was also vegan, making it hard to shop and cook for him.
You searched through the oranges, picking up a bag and sniffing a few to check for ripeness. Al squeezed your hand as the cry of a child pierced the air. He huffed out a puff of air and ran an angry shaking tan hand through his chocolate brown hair, his red eyes scanning the produce area for the source.
"Al," you mumbled, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. His shoulders relaxed and his face fell.
"Are you almost finished?" he hissed.
You nodded. "Please be patient," you pleaded, lightly squeezing his hand. "Please."
Al sighed and let go of your hand. For a moment you thought he was going to walk back to the car and wait, probably buying a beer on the way out and drinking it while sitting on the hood of your car. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and peeked over your shoulder watching you work.
People started to stare, while younger woman cooed or giggled. Al smirked and kissed your forehead. "Do you mind if I show off a bit?" he asked.
"Could I stop you?" you said bitterly.
"Nah," he said, his kisses traveling down your face and onto your neck, making you feel slightly uncomfortable and warm in the face. A sudden nip made you jump and Al released you, cussing loudly and rubbing his cheek.
Another cry broke through the store and he snarled and glared in its suspected direction. You walked through the produce aisle; your cart held apples, oranges, and tomatoes. Now all you needed was milk.
Sadly the crying grew louder as you came closer, Al squeezing your hand tighter every few steps. "Al," you warned, getting tired of his attitude and debating in your mind if you should hang out in the store anymore.
Al sighed and loosened his grip. He gave you an apologetic smile and kissed your cheek. "I'll try to control myself," he reassured.
Luckily, he did. You were able to get milk as the child in the aisle screamed his head off. You were impressed with Al's control and gave him a thank-you kiss as you waited to check out. It made him grow bright red and his smile softened.
Then, as the worker scanned the food, another cry arose. Through the corner of your eye you could see Al slowly losing control, tightening his fist and grinding his teeth. You picked up an orange and shoved it in his hand. You grabbed his jacket collar and lowered his ear down to your mouth.
"Behave and I'll do that thing you like," you hissed.
Al's face turned bright red and his face fell. "Marry me?" he said.
"What?" You pulled away, your anger slowly fading as your grip loosened and you turned dark red.
He straightened up and picked at the orange skin. "I-I mean…you'll take me to that vegan restaurant were the entire staff was rude to you because you ordered a steak?"
You examined your shoes, "I could do both…" you said.
Al looked up from the orange, his face still bright red and his eyes wide, "R-really?"
You nodded, grabbed the bags, and pushed past him as you hurried back to the car. Al joined you in the car a moment later, buckling his seat belt before digging in his pocket for something. He removed a round plastic case that vending machine toys were usually encased in. He opened and gently grabbed your hand, kissing your cheek and slipping the plastic ring on your finger. "Until we can pick out a real one for you." he whispered.
You still own the ring to this day, being careful that your toddlers won't mistake it as a candy and eat it.