Swagger for the Dagger: 2p!Americax2p!Reader

Swagger 2p!America x 2p!Reader

“You better hand back my cellphone or else I will stab you with this dagger!” You screamed.

At the other end of the table was Allen, the 2p of Alfred F. Jones. Allen stole your cell in order to read your flirty text messages between you and Alfred.

“Allen, hand me the phone! I will stab your with this dagger!” You threatened again and gripped the weapon tighter.

Allen put on his shades and leaned back. “Dollface, I have too much swagger for the dagger.”

You dropped the knife and covered your mouth with your hands.

“What?”

“I have too much swagger for the dagger.” He said again, but this time he shook his hips a little. He licked his lips and stuck out his tongue. His silver tongue ring caught the light.

“I don’t have enough time to deal with your childishness. Hand me the phone!” You said but you ended up laughing.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and saw that Allen was reading your text messages.

“Did Alfred just call you his ‘burger babe’?” Allen asked.

“He also called me his cutie patootie.” You said.

“Ew! You two are lovey dovey. Gross!” Allen stuck out his tongue. His face darkened and he growled. He narrowed his eyes at the picture that popped up on your phone. “Why is Allen sending you shirtless pics?”

“He sent another one? Oh, my virgin eyes!” You said pretending to be innocent. “My gosh! That’s the third one today.”

“How many has he sent?” Allen yelled. He marched up to you. His red eyes were burning with jealousy.

You licked your lips. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He mumbled.

He passed back your cell and mumbled that he’d be out destroying cars with his bat.

You rolled your eyes, but looked down to the photos of a shirtless Alfred. “Time to check out my American hottie! Oh! He’s so hot with his shirt off!”

“Looking good. Wanna see my new bikini?” You said out loud as you pushed the buttons on your cell phone.

Barely two seconds passed before Alfred sent you a ‘yes’ as a reply.

After your bikini selfies, you went to the kitchen to eat some cake Oliver made you, and Allen walked in. He threw his sunglasses down and hopped up on the countertop.

“You look exhausted. What did you do?” You asked.

“Smash cars.” He mumbled.

“What for?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He mumbled again.

You took a bite of the cake and smiled. Oliver was a great baker when he didn’t try to kill people with his pastries.

“Do you want a piece of cake? It’s vegan.”

“Are you dating him?” Allen mumbled.

“Who? Why? Are you jealous?” You sang out.

“I’m not jealous.” Allen mumbled.

“In that case!” You took out your cellphone and called Alfred. “Hey Alfie! Wanna do something later? Me? Yeah, you know me, single as a bird. OH, I’d love to make out while we lie in your bed. It’s how many inches?”

Your cellphone was snatched out of your hands by Allen. He broke it in half and threw it on the ground.

“Not jealous you say? I can tell.” You said sarcastically.

“Shut up.” Allen mumbled.

“Well, since I can’t call Alfred, I can just go to his house instead. I’m going to borrow your motorcycle. Maybe I should put on a miniskirt too! Allen, I’m going to borrow one of your miniskirts!”

“_______, come back here.” Allen ran after you and hugged you. “I like you, okay. There, I said it. Get off my case.”

“What happened to my bad boy?” You teased.

“Shut up! I’m still here.” He mumbled.

“It’s okay Allen. You were always mine to begin with. Alfie and I were trying to make you jealous.”

“Dollface, you sneaky girl.” He pinched your butt.

“We both were in a similar situation. He liked my 1p and I liked his 2p.” You explained. “We needed to get you both jealous.”

Allen groaned. He threw you over his shoulder and took you to his room.

“Woah! What are you doing?”

“Shut up. I’m being romantic. Sit here, cuddle me, and watch your favorite movie.” Allen barked.

You took out your dagger and flung it at him narrowly missing his head.

“Watch your tone with me. Play nice.” You warned.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU? I HAVE TOO MUCH SWAGGER FOR THE DAGGER!” Allen boasted and peeled off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Dumbfounded, you slapped your hand to your forehead. “Why did you take off your shirt?”

“I have no impulse control.” Allen said and looked to the floor.

“Whatever, pop in the DVD. Get over here and cuddle me already.” You pretended to pout.

You two watched the movie while cuddling. He fell asleep ten minutes into the movie. His loud snoring was getting disruptive, so you did what any typical 2p would do.

You murdered him.

No, I’m just kidding. You kissed his cheek and fell asleep beside him.