2P!America x Reader: Insomnia

That face… Why can’t I get it out of my head?!

Pacing your bedroom floor, you check the time on your clock for what seems like the millionth time that night, the glowing red numbers blinking back at you menacingly; 3 A.M., and you had no intention of going to sleep anytime soon. Muttering obscenely, you realized that this was all because of that jerk, Alfred. He enjoyed playing with everyne's feelings, acting all mysterious and cool, and you hated him because of it.

So why can’t you get him out of your head?!

Groaning, you flop down onto your bed with a sigh. It was bad enough that you couldn’t get the dark-haired man off of your mind if you so much as stole a glance at him at school (when he actually bothered to show up that is), but now his devilishly handsome face was making it hard for you to sleep. I- I can’t like that arrogant, stuck-up little sadist who wants to get with every girl at school, right? I hate him! Yeah, that must be it. I hate him so much that my very soul gets indescribably restless and irritated if I so much as see his face…

TAP! TAP!

Your thoughts were cut short as something smacks against your window. Frowning, you wander over to your window and stare dumb-foundedly at the sight below you.

Alfred was throwing rocks at your window!

Cursing the fates for making the bane of your existence appear outside your window at the worst possible time, you open your window and growl at him hatefully through gritted teeth. “Alfred, you cheesy asshole! What is this, Romeo and Juliet? Get out of here! I don’t want to see you around here ever again!” He just chuckles lowly at your words, sensing how untrue they were. “Aw, does someone need her beauty sleep?” He coos, smirking at you. “I just came here to show you a good time, but if you’d rather stay home…”

“W-Wait! I’ll go. I have a bone to pick with you anyway.”

He just laughs, amusement entering voice as he watched you eagerly race down the stairs, not caring if you tripped (you did, twice), and not caring if your family was woken up by all of the racquet.

“If you say so…”

Finally reaching the front door, you disarmed the alarm and surveyed the area, (e/c) orbs flickering back and forth nervously. Exiting the house and walking up to the man you had so many mixed emotions about, you can’t help but scowl as you see the victorious smirk on his face. “I knew you’d come, (name). No woman can resist…”

SMACK!

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes at his failed attempts at flirting with you. “Don’t get any ideas in that perverted little brain of yours, Alfred. I just came out here to tell you that I know what you’re up to.” Slinking an arm around your shoulder, he watches you fidget in his arms with a lustful stare, which he knew you wanted to return.

“And that is?”

You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only holds you tighter, rubbing your shoulder gently. Letting it slide for now, you remembered that there were more pressing matters at hand. “Trying to get into my head so that I’ll fawn all over you like every other girl you meet! It’s what you do, Al! You get into people’s minds and make them believe the twisted fantasy that you love them and that you’ll be there forever! It’s bad enough I can’t sleep at night because of you…” Trailing off, you shake your head and continue your rant. “But it’s not going to work this time, you arrogant bastard! Because I caught on and now I won’t forget-” Your words were cut short as Alfred’s lips crashed against yours. You wanted to smack him again, but with his grip so tight around your waist you couldn’t shake him off. He had always liked to use is strength to his advantage. After what seems like ages you lost all shreds of sanity you possesed and began to kiss back passionately, melting into his embrace like butter. Breaking apart, you look away ashamedly. “I- I wasn’t supposed to do that…” Taking your hand, Alfred kisses it quickly, keeping it clasped in a firm hold so that you didn’t try to get away from him, calm red eyes mocking your significantly more nervous ones, and before you knew it you were lifted up into his arms, now being carried bridal style by a man you supposedly despised. You couldn’t help but stare at his baseball bat, which was reinforced with nails and stained crimson with blood.

“Don’t let go, babe; I know the perfect place for us to go.”

Turns out his idea of a “perfect place” was breaking into Ivan’s house so you could cleverly steal all of his vodka without him noticing.

“Alfred, you idiot! Why are we trying to steal Ivan’s vodka? Can’t you just, I don’t
know, buy some?”

His wicked smirk returned. “This is more fun.”

You sigh, but couldn’t help but agree. You could feel your heart beating a hundred times per second, and the mischievous glint in your eyes refused to leave. A stupid grin plastered itself across your face as you reached the back door of Ivan’s house. Taking his baseball bat out of the personalized holster he had made for himself, Alfred waits as you pick the lock, having convinced him that breaking the glass would make too much noise.  

Of course, it wasn’t your fault that an alarm started blaring as soon as you opened the
door.  Alfred taps your shoulder, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“I’d start running if I were you.”

Nodding, you lunged forward and sprinted down the hallway into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing as many bottles as you could (with a fridge filled to the brim with vodka, it didn’t even make a dent in his stash). “Al, we need to get out of here! I hear people coming!” Dashing back towards you, he picks you up and carries you off into the night; daring to take one look back at the house, you see a dangerous purple aura start to encase the entire house.

Once you get back to Alfred’s house, he pops open another two containers of vodka (three had been guzzled on the way); handing one to you, he picks you up and settles you into his lap. “So… You want to stay the night?” He asks huskily, frowning as you shake your head no. “I –hic- hate you- hic- so w-why would I want- hic- to stay with you?” He rolls his eyes, and kisses your neck affectionately, lavishing it with kisses. “I think you’re no better liar than you are a drunk.” Growling in contempt, you punch his arm playfully. “And what –hic- makes you think –hic- that I’m a liar?” He chuckles at your disorientation, causing you to scowl in response. “Because (name), you can’t go a minute without thinking about me, staring at me, or wishing I was with you. Don’t act like you haven’t noticed, because I certainly have.”  You blush, looking away bashfully, biting your lower lip until you tasted blood.

“H-How did you know that?”

He smashes your lips together again, and you crave the feeling more as you both pull away, gasping for air. Smirking deviously, he gives you a playful wink.

“I didn’t. You just told me everything I needed to know. Now…” Grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs, he quickly picks you up bridal style, carrying you up the rest of the stairs towards his bedroom. Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered seductively as he kisses your head.

“…We’re going to have to do something fun so you’re not bored all night, my little insomniac.”