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~ Allen F. Jones • Headcanons ♡

Allen’s motto is: “If your gonna do something dumb, be fuckin’ smart about it.”

Which doesn’t grant much surprise when his close friends and family find out how much a felon he really is.

These days however, he makes sure all his stunts aren’t too common or deplorable for him to get tracked down and thrown behind bars.

Allen had learnt the hard way after Oliver couldn’t handle bailing him out anymore which resulted to leaning on Matthieu as a last resort to wrangle the shit out of him.

And the moment he left the prison with his brother in tow, not only was he half deaf from the yelling [in French and in English], but also a bit more bruised up than before he stepped inside.

Due to his many infamous feats in the law, Allen has become regrettably well acquainted with the cops who’ve been arresting him. So much so, that whenever he spots a familiar policeman on the street or in a nearby restaurant he’ll flip them the bird and walk by without a care.

As if he isn’t disrespecting the people who can throw him in jail for the 50th time.

Allen has a strong New York accent. And added with his deep and somewhat gruff voice, people perceive him to be dangerous or dangerously attractive. [Allen’s fine with either or ;>].

He does enjoy shooting guns like Alfred, but enjoys short-ranged weapons as well. Allen's naturally gifted with any melee-weapons. Be it knifes, bats, handguns, you name it.

His real specialty though, is hand to hand combat.

If or when he and Alfred get into a fight Allen can honestly give the latter a run for his money if weapons aren't involved.

After the first few years of introduction, things between the two were pretty rocky since both came from completely separate heritages and in turn, disagreed on a plethora of things when it came to running the country.

~ But turning to the subject of him and you, you probably first saw the latter during the dead of night. Sitting in a park where the streetlights limelight glow illuminated his form—or perhaps smoking less than legal substances in an alley way with a certain Chinese man.

You, living in New York, knew better than to hang out around alleys, have small talk with strangers and stick around longer than you should. Especially in this side of the city in the 1970s. So the most you would do was spare a quick glance and walk off on your merry way.

When you first moved to Manhattan, you held a very general idea of what the city might be like.

Densely populated, filled with rude people, stoners getting high in the alleyways, hookers coming in and out of bars, overpriced apartments, and much, much more. Course, you understood that not every part of the city was terrible. But being street-smart was your best ticket in avoiding any trouble.

And after seeing those familiar red-tainted auburn hair with a certain cow-lick sticking up more than once, it left your mind screaming the words danger and leave.

Allen’s reputation was deeply rooted within darkest parts of New York, and while he hasn’t committed any serious crimes to receive the death penalty yet, it was best not to cross paths with the latter.

Or at least get on his bad-side.

But you, being part of the unlucky bunch, has.

Having developed a sharp tongue since childhood, you obtained a nasty habit of insulting people in between sentences. All of it was purely involuntary as no one corrected you until much later into adulthood.

So you made sure to keep conversations short and to the point. To protect not only the other persons feelings, but the strain it took minding every phrase.

Allen one night, had walked up next to you after you were finally released from your job hours. When he saw you leaned up against the stone wall at behind the building and simply relishing in the icy air prickling your skin and cooling your fiery nerves, all of it lit a spark in his mind.

You were the the person he kept seeing.

The poor soul that continued to make their way into his thoughts.

So what’s the harm in trying to get to know you? But of course, the conversation doesn’t go as smoothly as he planned.

“Hey dollface, haven’t I seen you somewhere before~?”

Your eyes flicked over to him as you replied in a heartbeat,

“Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.”

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Hello! I’m not sure if you’re still doing one shot requests, though your request weren’t closed so I figured you might be? Forgive me if I’m wrong. I’m even less sure if you’re willing to write for characters that you haven’t posted yet, so sorry x2 😅

Ideal date: take out and movies

Clothing aesthetic: grunge

Story trope: forced proximity

Crush- 2p America - hetalia

Movie Date with Trouble Maker (2p America x Reader)

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A/N: Hello there Anon! Thank you so much for joining the event. This event is actually to thank everyone for following me and liking all of my post. Do not worry about Allen F. Jones. I am pretty much aware with his personality and confident to write the one shot for you. I hope you like it!

Warning: Profanities, Non-consensual photo taking, stalker behaviour and Violence.

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Sitting across from the person with a peace sign t-shirt, a man with strawberry blonde hair giving (Y/N) (L/N) disapproving looks as the gentleman with the pink vest takes a sip of his tea. Oliver places the cup down carefully without dropping any drop of his tea before taking a breath, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Poppet, I know you always hang out with Matthew but I think you should at least give Allen's a chance to hang out with you," Oliver held one of your hands.

"I'm not sure, Ollie. I mean...we're not enemy but our personality just clash a lot." you told the strawberry blonde man.

You might be wondering what happening right now and why are you talking with a gentleman who is wearing a pastel pink vest. Oliver Kirkland, he is your friend along with Matthew Williams. However, you just cannot get along with Matthew's brother even though he always greet you in the school.

His brother is Allen F. Jones. A man with auburn hair, and tanned skin, as he always wears a dark bomber jacket along with a spiked dog tag on his neck. Many girls and guys have swooned by him because of his looks along with his deep yet sexy accent when he spoke to everyone.

You don't hate him nor like him but the two of you are just very different. He was a rather bad-tempered, sailor's mouth and enjoys picking lots of fights with other people as he often picked a fight with his brother too. You rather stayed in the shadow, composed and think first before action as you're slightly intimidated by him.

However, your best friend Oliver Kirkland thought you hated him and you must spend your time with the tall, auburn-haired man. It was a simple misunderstanding of what happened yesterday, but because of that, everyone assumes you hated the man without giving you a chance to explain.

Flashback

It was in the afternoon as many people on the street walking around going to their working place, jogging, or going somewhere else. A pair of white earphones plugged into your ears, listening to 'Smells like a Teen Spirit' and 'In Bloom' by Nirvana. You're not a huge fun of Nirvana band but you still enjoy their songs nonetheless.

The songs were interrupted by the sound of a scream from the alleyway, the sound was rather muscular and a little bit heavy along with grunting and cursing. In a normal situation, you would rather leave the crime scene by ignoring the sound and walking back to your home but curiosity got the best of you.

Glancing around to see anyone, your body swayed side to side as your foot made forward steps, following those sounds even though your brain was telling you 'no! You need to go back! It's too dangerous for you!' repeatedly. However, your curiosity was stronger than ever before and ignoring your brain that was pleading to just walk away and be safe.

Along the way, there was a T-Junction in front of your eyes and the sound was getting louder and louder on the right pathway. Taking the right turn, your eyes darted around as the sound of your footsteps got quieter until there was no sound from your shoes. Darting your eyes around, you silently walk to the biggest and nearest dumpster as you hear some conversations.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM/THEY/HER, FUCK ASS! I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE HIM/THEY/HER OR WHAT BUT JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY!" It was Allen.

"Psh, what else you gonna do about it? That chick/dude is a shot. I cannot just pass that away," The sound of the speaker is somehow familiar but you cannot put a finger on it.

"THAT'S IT DICK HEAD!" It was silent for a moment before a loud banging sound could be heard with the sound of the person screamed in pain.

However, it did not only stop there because there were other loud sounds of metal clashing or a sound of an object getting thrown around. Peeking out from the dumpster, you saw Allen standing out with a nailed bat in his hand but what was more surprising was that there were fresh red liquids on it as it drips to the ground. Since that day, you were scared of the tall auburn baseball player.

Present

It was obvious that you want to reject Oliver's Idea of hanging out with Allen after that day. Those images of blood dripping on his bat, a sadistic smirk along with the person on the ground with such scary injuries are still written all inside of your head. Nevertheless, Oliver's eyes slowly get bigger as his blue and pink eyes have stars on them with lips quivering and you can hear a small 'please' from him.

"..Alright. I will give him a chance to hang out with him," You shake your head, knowing that you just got trapped by the brit's cuteness as he wrapped his arm around you and a large smile dances on his face "Thank you so much! Poppet! I promise you will love hanging out with my brother!' He said.

'Oh...I bet I will regret it' You internally thought.

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Inside the cinema, both of your legs swung side to side along with your eyes keeps glancing at the clock ticking on top of the wall and the sounds of your shoes tapping against the black ceramic floor. You were wearing ripped black trousers, light grey checked shirt with a black sleeveless 'bikini kill' band t-shirt underneath it and track boots.

There were tons of outfits in your wardrobe but you choose the ones that are very comfortable for the hangout with Allen. You thought the guy wouldn't come until you can hear a loud 'Yo dollface! I'm over here!' from far away. Glancing around the cinema, your eyes spotted the similar guy that bashed some guys in the alleyway as his footsteps got closer and closer to you until he was standing right in front of you.

If you didn't see what happened last night, you would smile a little bit and wave your hands at him but the thought still lingers "Oh, hey Allen. I'm glad you want to watch with me," you tried to act as if what happened yesterday wasn't bothering you at all but you're not a good actress so the shaking tone in your voice must be given away as you hope he didn't catch that you are still afraid of him.

"Nah, I should thanking Oliver and you. By the way, what movies do you want to watch?" He gently held one of your arm before dragging you into the line.

There were not many people inside of the cinema so the two of you did not need to wait for a long time until the two of you reaching out to the cashier "I think...I wanna see The Purge," Your eyes looking at the list of the movies on the screen.

"Alright, dollface. Two movies of The Purge on the back seat," his hand fishing out a wallet inside of his pocket.

"H-hey! You don't need to pay!" Your eyes widened seeing him trying to pay for the tickets because you feel bad for him even though he was only being humble....or is he?

"What? Nu-uh. Listen to me, sweetcheeks. I'm the one who wants to hang out with you so I'm the one paying it," he began getting a little bit stubborn as he said those words with sass.

"I know that but at least let me pay for my own ticket!" You glare at him.

"Ugghhh you are so fucking stubborn. Fine, I will pay for the ticket and you will pay for the snacks. How about that, doll?" He groans.

"Okay fine. I will pay for the snacks," you roll your eyes at him.

Even though the two of you had a small banter, some people saw that little fight and internally laughed. Thinking that the two of you are such a cute couple, especially the banter caused by a silly reason. After paying for the tickets, the two of you walk to the snack counter before ordering one bucket of popcorn and two glasses of diet coke. Of course, it made you a little bit confused about why he only bought one medium-sized bucket of popcorns when people can buy two small cartoons of popcorn but you didn't ask him that.

After paying the cashier of the snack counter. Allen surprisingly reaches out for the popcorn along with the drinks "C'mon dollface. Let's hurry, I'll take this so you don't have to bring everything." Once again, you were surprised by this action. None of the girls or guys ever being this kind to you but that surprised face was replaced with a smile once again and a nod before walking with his side to side.

The door of the cinema was opened by a woman as she was looking at the two of you with an intimidated stare, especially at Allen since his looks from head to the toe can be interpreted as a 'bad guy'. You wanted to comfort the poor girl but that only made your action a little bit insulting to Allen. You mutter a small 'sorry' before following Allen from behind and sitting next to him as the two of you got your own sits.

Timeskips

You did not expect but you had lots of fun after watching with Allen. He would throw some stupid yet funny jokes when you were getting bored with some of the scenes from the movie. Even though the joke was bad, it was still hilarious before you throw another bad pun and earned a small snicker from him.

You would also offer the popcorn since he told you that the popcorn was for you and he did not want to eat the popcorn. You wondered why until he pulled out a plastic bag from his bag and showed out a tofu burger and it immediately clicked to your mind that Allen is actually a vegan and he doesn't eat or drink dairy products. This made you feel guilty, thinking you were being insensitive but Allen notices immediately before his large hand patting your head in an affectionate way.

"Don't worry dollface. I know you didn't know that I'm a vegan. Don't think that you're some kind of asshole," he grins.

"Yeah...I just....I-" You were immediately cut off by him.

"Just stop it sweetcheeks or I will mess your hair even more," he snickers, petting your head harder and causing a nest form on your head.

"O-oi! Asshole! Don't mess my hair like that!" You hiss at him, only earning a laughter from him.

Even though Allen was a little bit of a jerk by the restless teasing and the messing on your hair. He made you think twice that Allen might be not a bad guy after all. Sure, he was violent and sailor-mouthed but the way he treated you was different from other girls. He was more playful and less guarded around you.

After a movie night, the two of you were walking out together side by side and going home together. Tonight was very peaceful and it was a perfect chance to have a small and relaxing talk with 2p America.

"Hey Allen, thank you so much for the movie night," you smile, feeling a little bit less scared than him and the redness of your cheeks slowly showing,

"It was no problem, dollface. I'm glad that you enjoy watching movie with me" He shrugs.

There was a little bit of silence before he spoke "Hey (Y/N), I know you were stilll scared of me and I'm glad that your not too scared of me like before," oh...so he notices the quivering voice when you spoke to him. You wanted to smack your own head to the wall for being too obvious. "Yeah... I'm sorry," you whispered.

"No, don't apologize. I know you were scared of me but I just need to tell you what happened. I realized you were scared of me because of what happened last night and I can explain what the hell was going on. Yesterday, I notice one of your classmates Pete, one of my teammates would always target you as he stalks you and took a picture of you half-naked while changing. At first, I thought he was only looking at some kind of porn when I was sitting next to him and waiting for my turn to play. 'til, I realized your hair colour and your face. I was so fucking disgusted by that asshole so that's why Yesterday I beat him up" he shows the screen of his phone of the photo where that 'Pete' guy was watching you and taking his phone out while recording you. You were studying for tomorrow's test and not realized the stalker who was hiding even though there was also a teacher in the classroom.

Realizing this, you felt even feel more guilty than before. Those 'bad boy' and 'aggressive' scenes that you saw yesterday were just an action to protect you from the creepy classmate in the school. Your fist tightened before it relaxes slightly before your hand reached out to his waist, pulling him closer and wrapping your arm around him.

"Thank you.....for protecting and thank you for tonight's hang out," You mutter but still loud enough for him to hear it.

His eyes widened as he was turned into a statue out of shocks for a few seconds but it changes in a few seconds as a smile was written all over his face and wrapping his arm around you, engulfing your form with his large yet warm arms. "It was no problem, dollface. I couldn't see a dickhead hurting you...."

The End

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myfavotitestories · 2 years

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2p America x Fem Reader

This is purely self serving and a work of fiction.

When (Name) woke up all she knew was that she was in a bed and that she was moving. She knew this particular movement, seeing as it was always her favorite part of the summer. She was in the back of a semi.

Pov change

I didn't even think about my actions. I just got up and gently cracked the curtain to look outside the sleeper.

"Is there any one arround?" I asked aloud.

"Nah, your good." I didn't even register that the voice I heard was male not female as I got into the passenger seat and buckle in.

But as the belt clicked so did the mismatched voices and my head snapped up. I finally got a good look at the person driving the big rig I was currently sitting in, and shrieked when I recognized that this was not my grandmother but instead an unknown man. He jumped and swerved slightly. Luckily it wasn't enough to send us careening of the road, but it was enough to scare the crap out of me.

"The hell are you doing screaming like that! You coulda killed us!" he snapped out, I was shocked, but recovered quickly.

"Maybe I was a bit surprised to wake up in some randos truck. Or how about the fact I have no clue where I am or who the hell you are? Did you think of that?" I almost shouted at him. He glanced at me before bringing his eyes back to the pavement before us.

"My names Jason, doll. And we are currently in Indiana, heading to Washington. Now you tell me your name." He said, just cool as could be. I was kinda incredulous, but I still blurted out my name. I think it was out of shock.

"(Name)," my name rolled off his tongue like honey; it sounds beautiful coming from him. That was probably because he had a deep, rich voice. It sounded the way dark chocolate tastes. As he kept repeating my name like some kinda of mantra, I take in his appearance.

He was definitely tall, even sitting down I could tell he would be taller than me. He had this sun-kissed skin with rusty brown hair. It was short enough to stay out of the way but still framed his face well. Speaking of his face, he is gorgeous. Angled jaw, perfectly kissable lips, and an upturned nose, general looking like a Greek god. He had distinct red eyes which were surrounded by dark, thick lashes. Underneath them, high, sharp cheek bones. To add to the attractiveness, he is well built. He has enough muscle to define his frame but not so much that he was bulky. He was almost showing off how good he looked with the tight black t-shirt he wore with the ripped denim pants. And the mid morning sun coming in through the windows just added to the beauty of him.

And to make matters worse, I could swear that I recognized him from somewhere. His voice pulled me feel my pondering.

"You see something you like doll face?" He had the dumbest and most attractive smirk on his stupid smug face. I just glared in response. "By the way doll we're going to be stopping soon. So I'm going to lay down the rules. Rule number one, you don't leave my side. Rule number two, you do not talk to anyone else. If you don't follow these rules or try to run away...I'll kill you." His eyes went dark as he informed me off his rules. I suddenly remembered that I knew almost nothing about this man and regained my initial fear and then some.

I groped around along the outsides of where my pockets should be, but I can't find my wallet. Or phone, or my keys. "What the hell? Where's my shit? What did you do?" I spat, turning to face him. He momentarily held his hands up in a 'I didn't do it' sorta way.

"I didn't take anything, sweet cheeks. You were like this when I got you. By the way,” Casually he changed topics, ”What do you remember before being in My truck?”

That stopped me right before I could yell at him some more. It took me a few moments to recall but I finally responded with a simple “I was at a bakery.” Then it hit me. “Did he drug my cupcake? But it was so tasty and he was so sweet and got po.... people to leave me alone.” I almost said pops. “ And the wrapper was so cute.” He nearly swerved again, and I grabbed the door for support. Color had drained from his face.

He snapped out a quick, “What color was the wrapper?” He sounded kinda concerned. No, that was major concern.

I was sooo confused why he was worried. “It had a green and pink wrapper.” He seemed to calm down after hearing that. “Why? What does the wrapper have to do with me getting kidnapped?”

“When we go to Olivers in the future, make sure to not even touch the ones with blue wrappers. Unless you make a special request, probably stay away from anything with blue frosting. He tends to use blue to remind himself which ones are poisoned.” Oh. That’s why he was concerned. I just stayed in my seat stunned. Jason was more than happy to continue driving along.

The remaining time was silent before he pulled into a rest area that I didn't recognize. Then again, grandma and I didn't go to Indiana often. He found a spot, pulled in and turned off the truck. I unbuckled and stood while he got out his log and wrote down the time and that we were taking a 30 minute break.

"Hey, wheres the trashcan? Should we throw out the trash while were here or can it wait?" I fully unzipped the curtain and pushed each side behind its respective seat. I figured I'll be here for a while, so I may as well help out. Besides, some habits are hard to beat.

"Its in the cupboard behind your seat and it probably does need to go out. I'll grab the bag from up here." I handed him the slightly overflowing bag and put a replacement into the trash can. by the time I was finished and back in the front, he had already tied the little trash bag up and was standing on the asphalt below his door. Jason extend his hand from outside and said, "Hand it over to me and I'll help you out."

"What a gentlemen," I snorted out, and handed him the bag. Then I snipped at him to move so I could get out. He did as I asked and I got out and started walking to the building with Jason trailing behind me. I threw away the bag in my hand and just before I walked into the building to go to the bathroom, Jason grabbed my arm and pulled me into him

"Where do you think you're going, doll?" I just sort of stared at him. Instead of answering him, I pointed to where the bathroom sign is and raised my eyebrow. He looked to where I pointed and let me go when he realized that I needed to pee.

I went in and did my business, washed and dried my hands and walked out into the grass outside. I saw a sign for snack machines, and recognizing that I had not eaten in who knows how long, decided to check out what they had. I was just about to pick out what I wanted when...

"What cha' ya doing doll?"

"HOLY FAKIN JEBUS!" I flung myself around to see Jason right behind me. The bastard looked smug, like he was proud of the fact that he scared me half to death. Dick. "What the fuck. What do you want?"

"You were looking at the snacks like they were some hot guy...like me." This guy is such a fucking dick. He continued. "So what do you want? I'll get it for you.” I glowered at him. He brushed past me, and stood in front of the snack machine and began to get himself a bag of fruit snacks. "What do you want?"

"The Cheetos." I sniped out, just kinda pissed[If you don't like Cheetos, then replace them with something else]. All the sudden, Jason had me in his vice grip with my chin being held between his index finger and thumb. And god damn, I'd be lying if I said that was not incredibly turned on in that moment. From this close, I could identify his eyes as being perfectly garnet, they even sparkled in the sunlight. I could tell that he was amused from looking in his eyes, but the rest of his face said 'I aint taking your crap'.

"Excuse me lil miss." He dropped his voice low, and suddenly had the most glorious southern twang I'd ever heard. I also became acutely aware that we were the only ones around in the secluded area that the snack machines were placed in. "I didn't hear you use your manners. What do we say when we want something?" I almost melted. Almost. But it was gonna take a lot more that a dom persona to get into my (pants)head.

"Please?" I said trying not to make it sound like I desperately wanted him in that exact moment.

"Please, what. I do believe that you are missing something there darlin'." I tried to look way but his grip on my chin was enough to keep me in place. And I knew exactly what he wanted. Dick.

"Please sir. May I have the Cheetos, please?" I said in the sweetest most cutesy voice I could muster. He got the most splendidly, deliciously confused look on his face before the smugness took back over again. He moved his hand from my chin to my cheek and held me for a moment longer before he did anything.

"Good girl. I think I've got a new rule." His voice returned to normal. Thank god. I wouldn't have been able to keep myself composed much longer if he had kept the accent. He did, however, keep his arm wrapped around my waist while he went to get what I wanted to have as a snack. And then moved on to the drink machine.

~Major time skip~

It was about a month and a half since Jason had kidnapped me. And honestly, I'm having the time of my life. He and I got along like fish and water. We had a shared love of horror and cooking. Although we didn't exactly see eye to eye on what to cook. Jason is vegan and I'm not. It's not that I have an issue with being vegan, I just don't want to be vegan. Jason has yet to appreciate that. However he does appreciate my singing skills. When he's driving he'll play a lot of music. And we share most of the same tastes!

Sure, he did make me sit in the back with the curtains closed when he would pick up or drop off loads, and wouldn't let me go inside when he gassed up unless he went with me. But that made sense, he didn't want anyone knowing he kidnapped me. And honestly, neither did I. And maybe it was a bit awkward at night when he had me sleep in the same bed as him, but the upper bunk was full of crap.

But today was special. Today, Jason and I are getting to shower. We would stop once a week. I was so excited! Jason promised to let me shower in a separate room this time. He was trusting me. And strangely enough, I was trusting him too.

When we got to the stop at around 6 pm, we went through our usual routine. But this time he parked and got both our bags(he had his brother meet us on day 2 while we were in Montana with a bunch of clothes for both of us, and handed off his dirty ones) and we went inside.

I was so giddy I hardly noticed when he grabbed me an extra bottle of shampoo and conditioner, and didn't even respond to his snarky comment about being high maintenance.

While we were waiting, I noticed this guy staring at me. I was going to say something to Jason, but then our shower numbers were called.

~Time Skip~

I happened to finished before Jason, so I went to the waiting room. Sense I didn't have a phone, I opted to watch RoboCop. While watching the TV (most truck stops with showers have them in the waiting areas), I noticed that same guy watching me again. This time he had his phone out and was not very stealthily taking pictures of me, but I chose to ignore him and cove that side of my face with my hand. After a few minutes, he seemingly left, but the feeling of being watched stayed. There were footsteps that sopped just behind me.

"Hey, you're (Almost your name) right." Suddenly that random guy says from behind me. I ignore him and hope that he'll go away. He instead grabs my arm saying "I know it's you (Almost your name), come on. Your parents are worried."

I yanked my arm back while yelling, "I don't know you. GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!" I stood up and took about three steps in the directions of the showers before creepy came at me again. The next thing said took me by surprise.

"Hey doll," Jason said from behind me as he slung his arm around my shoulders. He then turned his attention to creepo. "Did you need something or were you hoping to get my girl to leave with you?" His voice wasn't the kind-ish one he usually used, instead being a menacing growl while glaring at the other male. Creepy McCreeperson jumped like he was startled, not expecting Jason to pop up like that.

"You! You're the one that kidnapped her! I've already called the cops and they're on their way." Rando sounded smug at that last statement. He seemed to have forgotten that he had tried to grab me too. Before I could point this out Jason swung at him.

Time skip part 2

"So you're saying that you went willingly with Mr. Jones? And that Mr. Gardener actually was the aggressor in the situation?" The officer, Tim Ortiz, was questioning me. Jason and creeper, newly dubbed Fredric Gardener, were arrested because they got into a fight. The police also claimed that he'd kidnapped me, but I flipped the script.

"Yes. Mr. Jones saved me from extreme physical and mental abuse. While this Mr. Gardener attempted to grab me and verbally accosted me when I wouldn't go with him." Just to prove my point, I rolled up my sleeve. On my forearm was a large bruise, which was red but would become a dark blueish purple by tomorrow. ”This is what Mr. Gardener left on me, but this,” I rolled my sleeve higher and showed the scarring on my bicep, where there was still a slightly greenish blue tint around them, "is from my parents. Most are from my father. This is the most recent. I can show you some older ones and any scaring that they caused. If you can get my cell phone, I can give you the evidence for verbal assault. My parents may have been smart enough to never break bone, but they never did take away my phone or some kind of recording device. I've got plenty of photographic evidence saved. Mr. Jones was simply helping me escape a bad situation" Judging by the look on Officer Ortiz's face throughout my rant, my parents hadn't been all too honest.

He abruptly stood and left the room. Soon he came back and took me to a different area and had me show a different officer, a woman, all the injuries or scars and recollect on how and when they happened. She took pictures and took notes for each.

After that, she left. Luckily she gave me a pad of paper and a pen to write/draw in. After about 30 minutes, Officer Ortiz came in with Jason. I don't think either of them were prepared for me to jump out of my seat and basically tackle Jason with a hug. Luckily he remained standing and walked over to the chair that I was just occupying and sat down. The officer left us to 'get some water'.

"Did ya miss me that much?" I glared at Jason as he chuckled out the words. I made to stand but he held on and nuzzled into my hair. "That shampoo was a terrible choice. I'll have to see if James or Oliver can grab something better." Before I could ask who James is, Jason threads his fingers through my hair and begins to play with it.

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until I woke up later, still in Jason's arms. He was talking to the female officer that had taken pictures of my injuries earlier. She was asking how we knew each other.

"She and I were chatting online and she told me about how she just wanted to run away, but she wouldn't know where to go. So I offered to grab her when I was next in town. She agreed so we set up a time and place in one of those incognito chats that gets deleted after 24 hours. She wanted to get out, but couldn’t have her folks didn't find out. She seemed so afraid of them, but I didn't know why. She mentioned that she got smacked once, but it never came back up, so I thought it was a one time thing." He was still running his fingers though my hair, but his hands were shaking. With the way he spoke, I guessed that it was from anger. Before I could think too hard on it I was lulled to sleep again.

When I next woke it was to Officer Ortiz shaking me awake. Jason and the other officer must have left while I was asleep.

"Mr. Jones was taken back to the Pilot where his vehicle is. I'll be taking you back after we finish questioning. I figured you'd rather sleep in your bed than here, so lets get this over with. Shall we?" He said as he opened the door.

Time skip times 3

"Thank you for being so cooperative, Ms. (Last name)." Officer Ortiz was driving me back to Jason's' truck around 11 pm. Before I knocked on Jason's' door, Ortiz said, "Thank you for bringing all this to light. I hope that we are able to bring you justice." I just nodded and waved at him as he drove away.

"You gonna stand out there all night or are ya gonna get in here?" Jason said as he opened the door, nearly hitting me. I halfheartedly glared at him as I climbed in. I barely shut the door before I was picked up and moved into the back to the bed. I didn't realize how much I missed this until I almost lost it. "Missed ya doll," he murmured into the top of my head and kissed my hair line. Seems Jason did too.

"Jason?" He hummed in response. "How long were you stalking me before you kidnapped me?" He froze when I asked. Then he chucked, almost nervously.

"Did you wake up as I was talking to the cops?" He knew? "I felt you move, so I guessed. If it makes you feel better, it was about 3 months." I sat there and soaked up the info for a few minutes.

"Oh. OK. Jason?" he hummed again, this time half awake. "Thank you." I didn't wait for him to respond, I just cuddled into his neck and fell into a deep restful sleep. Last thing I felt, he pulled me in tighter an kissed the top of my head muttering a quiet 'good night'.

So this is purely for me, myself and I. I wanted it so I made it. If you don't like it don't read it.

#x reader #hetalia axis powers #hetalia #2ptalia #hetalia x reader #2p america #2p america x reader #this is my first original work im posting to this hellsite #my writing #im so proud

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milaisreading · 2 months

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2p Axis and 2p Allies reaction to a guy giving Valentine's Day gifts to y/n before they had a chance?

🌱🩷: Here u go! Hope it is ok, and thank you for the request!

2p!Italy🇮🇹

2p!Italy: Bella, these are for you~

Yn, while looking at the flower bouquet: Thank you! I didn't expect you to care about Valentine's Day! These are really pretty

2p!Italy: You care about this holiday and so do I. Besides, I wanted to be the first one to give you the present.

Yn:Oh... uhm...

2p!Italy:What?

Yn: Well... Actually... Sweden already gave me a present so...

2p!Italy: Really?

Yn: Yeah- WHY DID YOU TAKE YOUR KNIFE OUT?!

2p!Germany🇩🇪

Yn: Thanks for the chocolate!

2p!Germany, all proud that she likes it: Nothing to thank me for. I heard from people you like this flavor.

Yn: Yep! It's one of my favorites, actually.

2p!Germany, confused as he thought she likes this one: One of? What's your favorite? I can get you that instead.

Yn: No need! Besides, Denmark already gave me that this morning.

2p!Germany: ... What? Wait, so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah. This morning

2p!Germany:....

Yn: Why is your gun out?

2p!Japan🇯🇵

2p!Japan:...

Yn, worried as his glare intensifies and his grip on the present tightens: Are...are you ok?

2p!Japan:Yes.

Yn: You look constipated. Was it the food you ate earlier?

2p!Japan, embarrassed as he shoves the present into her hands: Just take this stupid gift?!

Yn: Thanks... *opens to see what's inside*

2p!Japan, trying to look like he doesn't give af: And?

Yn: Oh! This is a cute figurine! It will go well with the one Korea gave me!

2p!Japan:...

2p!Japan: When did he give it to you?

Yn: This morning.

2p!Japan: Ah... so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah- where are you going?

2p!Japan: Out for a walk.

2p!America🇺🇸

2p!America: Hey there, dollface! Happy Valentine's Day! Here is your present.

Yn, jumping in surprise as she takes it: Thank you! The bear is cute!

2p!America, swinging his arm around her shoulder: Not as cute as you.

Yn, blushing:O-oh...

2p!America: Anyway, want to go and eat something?

Yn: No, I just ate with Norway

2p!America: Excuse me? What?

Yn: He took me out to lunch as a gift.

2p!America,thinking of all the ways to kill a country: Oh... lovely...

2p!France🇫🇷

2p!France: What is that?

Yn, looking at the small cake 2p!France was pointing at: Oh! This? It's a cake Finland made me for Valentine's Day! Want to try? He made it with my favorite flavor.

2p!France while tightening his grip on a gift he got her: Oh... And you accepted the gift just like that?

Yn, confused by the question: Yeah? We always give each other gifts.

2p!France: You gave him gifts as well?!

Yn: Yeah... Are you mad?

2p!France: Yes.

Yn: O-oh... I will put it away then...

2p!France: Please do.

2p!England🇬🇧

2p!England: Poppet! I made you my special cupcakes! Try them!

Yn, nervous as she remembers what his special cupcakes might have:I am not really hungry, so...

2p!England: They don't have anything bad in them, I swear!

Yn, slowly nodding her head as she takes them: O-Ok.

2p!England: I wanted to make this present special! Do you like them?

Yn, surprised they taste like real, normal cupcakes: Yeah... they remind me of the ones Switzerland got me this morning.

2p!England: What?

Yn: Switzerland gave me some as a present this morning *continues eating*

2p!England, thinking: I will turn him into literal Swiss cheese

2p!Russia🇷🇺

Yn: Thanks for the presents, Russia... Isn't this too much? *looks at the mountain of gifts*

2p!Russia, shakes his head while patting hers: Not really. In fact, there are more I need to give you.

Yn:?!

2p!Russia: Don't worry your pretty brain about it, but... Who gave you those flowers over there? *points at the tulips*

Yn: Oh! Netherlands gave me them as a gift this morning! They smell so good- Why are you taking the vase away?

2p!Russia: They have gone bad. I will get you better ones

Yn: What?

2p!China🇨🇳

Yn, admiring the Hello kitty plushie: This is so adorable! I never saw this one!

2p!China, while having a huge grin on his face: Well, it was a special I requested for you. Happy you like it.

Yn: Thanks! You didn't have to go through so much trouble for me.

2p!China: It was more trouble at all~

Yn: It will look great with that plushie Estonia gave me this morning

2p!China:...

2p!China: Someone gave you a present already?

Yn: Yep~

2p!China: Oh... Can you do me a favor?

Yn: Sure. What is it?

2p!China: Can you sleep with your window open for tonight? And put that plushie from Estonia as close as possible to the the window

Yn:...

Yn: What?

2p!Canada🇨🇦

2p!Canada, blushing as Yn thanks him for the chocolate: It's nothing. Just a small token of appreciation.

Yn: Still! Thank you for remembering me! I didn't expect gifts from both Iceland and you, to be honest.

2p!Canada: Oh, it's nothing. I am happy you like- What do you mean by Iceland?

Yn: Him and Mr. Puffin gave me those cute Valentine's Day cards. They are so adorable~

2p!Canada, agitated while she is smiling: Aha...

An hour later...

Yn, yelling from her room: My cards are gone!!

2p!Canada as he lights up a fire: How tragic

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sweetdreamsfanfic · 2 months

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What happened to the hetalia fandom?

Either way, would anyone be interested in more of the og fanfics? Aka the “Hetalia bf scenarios” and a 1p/2p series

Genuinely getting back into it but there’s like no fresh content 😭😭

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nastymensimp · 1 year

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Never in my life did I imagine I would be here, in our gracious 2023, thinking about how attractive some hetalia characters are

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #aph america #aph turkey #2ptalia #2p canada #axis powers hetalia

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honeyhetalia · 11 months

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FIRST OFF IM GONNA WRITE ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WHW BARELY GETS RECOGNITION: 2p China

Full name: Zao Wang

*smol but tall

* 5'10

* looks about 25

* Nice long hair

* Wears it half up half down

* Or in a bun

* Kinda lowkey shredded

* Abs

* very attractive

* skin is usually pale in the winter and somehow always has a tan by the time summer rolls around

* for some reason I believe Zao adopts the American culture really well

* i see him thriving in San Francisco or Los Angeles

* like he’s a west coaster

* sun, beach, babes, that’s all he needs

*he loves Chinese food but he also loves trying food from other cultures

* major foodie

* also I imagine him being a gym freak but only because he uses the gym to get with girls

* he looooovesssss attention

* lowkey a whore

* Memes

* Breathes m e m e s

* his personality is insufferable

* like he can be so annoying

* On twitter 25/8

* Hyena laughs

* Nice ass smile tho

* "Psst everyone turn your air drop on."

* Airdrops literally the dumbest things

* Almost never wears hoodies

* "It's suffocating."

* loves basketball and hip hop culture for some reason

* Plays basketball really well

* you can catch him playing pick up games in Venice Beach with Allen

* Point guard

* Zao is Yao's younger brother

* Loves pissing Yao off

* He lives to do so

* that one guy who swears he knew the song before everyone else

* "I knew that song before it was cool."

* Rich kid

* Yao's his older brother so of course that's his money plug

* Drives a nice ass car even though he doesn’t deserve it

* Spends his money on drugs and name brand stuff

*C R A D L E R O C K E R

* this man loves younger women (Ik it’s weird…)

* Best friends with Allen and Lutz

* They all do illegal shit together

* they Live with each other which is complete and utter chaos

* Attends meetings but goofs tf off

* Doesn't take notes

* Gets all his work done the day before or the day it's due

* loves action movies

* rlly big Marvel movie fan

* he’s seen every single one

* I believe he’s a simp but only for the right girl

* this man takes substance abuse to the next level

*that’s all I’ll say abt that

* he’s rlly nice tho

* pls be his friend

* loves video games

///andddd that’s all I got for now. Feel free to chime in and tell me what you think or who you want to see next. I love Zao sm he’s my lil babey. But yeah see ya!!!///

#2p hetalia #2p china #zao wang #hetalia #2ptalia #hws #hetalia headcanons #2p headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia world stars #hetalia x reader #2p hetalia x reader #2p!hetalia #2p!china #2p america

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shini--chan · 1 year

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May I request a birth scenario for the 2ps. You can do either side first and make 2 separate posts.

There is one ask further up in my ask box asking for the dreaded birth scenario with the 2p axis anyway, so I’ll just be doing the 2p allies for now. Warning for implied non-con, manipulation & coercion. You’re reading this at your own risk.

Yandere 2p! Allies – Dreaded Birth

America

“Not like you have much choice, cupcake”, Allen lazily drawled from his place next to you. He had tidied himself up for the birth, and it was downright surreal to see him in a blue overall with a hairnet and mask. Exhausted as you were from pressing the baby out, you had nearly not recognised him for a moment.

“You are not the mother of that…”, you began weakly only to be cut off by him.

“Yes, I’m the daddy and you are the mommy and you’ll act the part. Taking care of another human being will be good for your mental health. We talked about this sugar. You are just acting like this because you just had a difficult birth and post-partum depression is already setting in. Plus, you’re anxiety is showing again.”

Allen would quickly see what you are up to and would do his best to stamp it out as soon as possible. He would have possible caught on to your true feelings on the matter long before the deliver would have taken place with how you would be more emotional and prone to lash out in the weeks leading up to the event. As such, he would have a plan in mind to deal with you.

Would either take you to a small country hospital or a hippy commune to have the birth. There, he would either know the people very well, letting him be the more credible person in the room, or it would be a group of complete strangers that wouldn’t care about your fate and therefore have no incentive to intervene.

Would likely give you a joint or cannabis tea afterwards to make you calm down. Promises would be made and he would have a serious heart-to-heart conversation with you, doing his best to sway you. If else, the carrot and the stick will have to do.

Canada

Sighing Mark turned to the midwife, asking: “Mind leaving us alone for a minute? I have to have a word with my wife.”

“Please don’t go”, you stated. “I don’t want to be alone with him.”

Cassidy, as she was called, looked uncertain between you and Mark, not knowing who to heed. She probably also sensed that something foul was afoot, having likely been in similar situations before, situations where not everything was as it seem on the surface.

“I had a fight with my honey-buns before the contractions started. With everything that happened today, she is probs more mad at me than she usually would be.”

“Alright. I’ll just be by the door. When you have finished comforting her, not hesitate to shout”, the woman said somewhat hurriedly, and then scurried out of the room. Typical – she just wanted to believe what he had said, because the alternative would be so extremely troubling. Now you were alone with the wolf.

Mark could do his best to construct the situation as just an unfortunate series of events. Though, because he wouldn’t be the most sociable and suave guys, he would likely leave opening that you could easily exploit. Taking with the nurse a bit or some other person witnessing the awkward scenes, and you could have a very willing accomplice that could help you escape and even testify in court.

Aside from that, would sit on your bed and do a long lecture, while holding the baby in his arms. Would chide you of disturbing the sleep of the little one if you would raise your voice and reprimand you for being so heartless as to rejecting such a cute and helpless thing that would suffer dearly without your aid. If it initially wouldn’t work, then he would have the following weeks to convince you.

China

Zao raised a thin eye-brow, a rather emotional gesture for such a stoic man. Or at least, for when he wasn’t under the influence of anything. Ignoring your protests, he shoved the baby in your arms, forcing you to take it unless the small tumbled to the side of the narrow bed you had just given birth in and smash its head open. The midwives had just finished washing the wax off the pliable body and swaddled the boy in blankets. After handing the father his child, they had all filed out doubtlessly in accordance to some preplanned schedule.

This China wouldn’t leave much room for argument. He would ensure that events would be framed to make sure that out of the two of you, you would be viewed as the evil doer. The people around you would offer you a lot of unsolicited advice on child rearing and ensure that would be doing your job of a dutiful mother. Should you fail on doing that, they would be the ones to lecture you and shame you. That could or couldn’t be Zao’s intentions, yet the outcome would be that you would feel the pressure more acutely, since it wouldn’t just be some crazed faux-lover telling you what to do.

It would be one of those circumstances where he would continuously invite people over, just to force you into the role of mother. Other’s would gossip and look down on you if you wouldn’t, after all.

All the time, would act as if you are not protesting against motherhood – shoving the child in your arms, leaving you alone with him and assigning you the role of primary caretaker. He is not going to feed the boy, would you let the kid starve? You know that you could go to jail for child abuse if you’d do so.

England

Oliver giggled softly, bright blue eyes shining.

“What did you say, poppet?”, he asked brightly. His appearance made you step back. He was covered in blood, your blood to be exact, seeing that he had played midwife.

You had hoped that the deliver would have meant that you would have been allowed to see other people. Sadly, he had deftly dashed your hopes by doing the task himself. It shouldn’t have surprised you – the mere notion of you in somebody else’ arms drove him berserk.

“Nothing, dear”, you answered quietly, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to go full batshit insane if you would ruin his dream of a happy little family. He would desire, no require a sweet little life with a darling sweet wife and a cute tyke to be happy, so don’t dare tear that away from him.

If you would insist on being difficult, he would go one of two routs. The first one would be dragging you to his personal torture chamber, disregarding that you just gave birth, and torturing you a few hours. You would only be allowed out every once in a while for a quick clean-up and to breastfeed the child.

Or he could play the long game by turning the child you would hate so much against you. Then he would have an ally in keeping your behaviour in check. Perhaps, that route would be so much to his liking that he would force another child on you and repeat the whole process.

France

Francois carelessly snipped the finished bud of his ciggerette towards the rublish bin. It missed and rolled on the floor, vanishing in an arc behind the bin. Sighing for the untempth time this hour already and looked up at you. You were staring at the craddle with bitter contempt, as if the squeaking child had gravely insulted you. This was slowly going too far. Sure, he had would also be more peeved if he would be bleeding from his genitals for over a month and stretched skin turned into a wrinkly flap of tissue. "It is not as if she tried to kill you so stop trying to set her on fire with your eyes", he tiredly commented. Affairs like this made him even more tired than usual. Maybe there was still some German beer in the fridge to calm his nerves. "And yet she still nearly did", you curtly snip back, all to happy to let out your anger now. Ah yes, there was that. On good days Francois could easily forget that you nearly died during childbirth. Partially, he had been angry at the baby for that, at least in the beginning, however, unlike you, he was a rational person and worked quickly to overcome his misgivings. - Francois' solution would just be to shrug off your responses and wait. Surely you would have only been hysterical at the moment and given a few weeks you would surely calm down. If not, then he would resort to violence - burns and choking and attempts to impregnate you again. - Though, that would only be the case if he would still want the child. If you could argue your case well enough, then he would put the child up for adoption. That would be the outcome anyway, if he would find the child to be too difficult he would give it away, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

Russia

Victor raised his eyebrows in askance and then his expression proceeded to melt into one of mirth. The usually stone expression vanished, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his mouth forming into a smile that had too many teeth. Hiding the lower half of his face inside his signature red scarf, he looked even more sinister. That was when it came to you - his happiness stemmed from giddy anticipation. You had just broke one of the rules in this elaborate game of cat and mouse, you had just given him an exuse to act out his crueller fantasies. Normally, you were more careful, but this time, you had lost it all because you had allowed your emotions to get the better of you for the fraction of a minute. Those red eyes, twinkled down at you as he carefully laid the buddled little babe in your lap. You felt a shiver run down your spin as he patted your messy hair. The gesture would be affectionate, if you didn't know him. Ice gathered in your belly and you found yourself frozen with dread. "I'll keep your words in mind", he said softly, and with that, you knew that you were doomed. - Victor would use this as an excuse to let out his pent up anger and frustration out on you. For a few weeks, you would become his emotion punching bag. Of course, it would be constructed so that you would likely not suffer permanent damage. Emphasise on likely, because that could change very quickly if would provoke him. While standardly a very collected man, when he would already be swimming in anger, he would lose all tolerance for bs. - During that time, he would still have you tend to the child. Your treatment of the little one would determine if your punishment would be extended or shortened as well as the intensity of it. Of course, he wouldn't tell you of this - it would just be more fun for him to have you figure it out yourself. - Such an "event" could occur again and again during the life of your child, depending on your behaviour towards them. Family is something that Victor would take extremely seriously.

#yandere 2p hetalia #yandere 2p allies #yandere 2p russia #yandere 2p america #yandere 2p england #yandere 2p china #yandere 2p canada #yandere 2p france #x reader

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lilac-amethyst-skies · 9 months

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Turns you into Stone ||2P!America x Reader||

notes: depressive themes, reflection of self-purpose

Overview: Allen caught himself on a rainy day. There's no doubt that he's the fierce, rough and tumble sort of guy. Yet, in this moment, he felt anything but. Amongst everything else the day seemed to have in store for him, you get thrown into the mix, too...Especially when you catch him standing in the middle of the yard in the chilly spring rain.

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There were many things that people didn’t know about Allen Jones. This was maybe perhaps because no one dared to. No one dared get too close to the man who’d surely bite first, to then only maybe ask questions later. In what they had seen or sensed in him was a danger, and that it would be smart to take those notions into account, to keep a good amount of distance away. It seemed to be the wiser to think this way, easier for those around him.

And though Allen may not fully admit it to anyone or even to himself, he found that that may just be the easiest path to take, too. He wouldn’t outwardly agree, but if he was being fully honest with himself, then he would surely agree that, yes, a wall between himself and another greatly lightened the possibilities of burden. Even if that meant burying a longing that Allen never cared to pay attention to. He hated when that feeling burned a small fire in the bottom of his chest, threatening to be called upon so as to be further set ablaze. It wished for passageway into his heart, then to travel upwards and claw at his throat. There it would find new hope to then be spit out in the form of syllables and sounds that he could only dream of saying, that didn’t really sound like him, but no it really was him. And he…

He was weak.

He felt so fucking weak.

An anger started to boil, and Allen wanted to thank it because at least then it would crush the desire searing in his chest. It left an acrid taste of disgust on his tongue. Yet, even still, Allen knew that this was going to be one of those days where he couldn’t swallow it down. It would overtake him in waves and send his heart rattling, being crashed side-by-side like a ship in storm. What was he supposed to do?

Drip.

Drop.

Allen felt something cold atop his head, running down along his scalp from gravity. He instinctively looked upwards towards the sky and let out a sigh. His gaze softened just a bit as the rain above him started to pick up. Allen figured he should probably go back inside as his stare shifted back to the ground that was soon destined to be a sea of mud. But as the rain began pelting its assault full force, Allen didn’t think he cared much anymore.

Yeah, it was just one of those days.

It seemed the rain was quick to extinguish his prior fury. It was quickly shifting and morphing into something else. The numbness began distorting his senses. The early spring rain should serve as a bite to the skin beneath his clothing, but Allen wasn’t really feeling it much anymore. Or, if anything, he definitely didn’t care. But in the end, he still found himself questioning,

Was it really so bad for him to wish for a place to belong?

Did someone like him even have the right to want and yearn for something like that? Allen let out bitter scoff at that. To him in that moment, the answer was a simple one: Of course he didn’t. When did he ever deserve a right to anything? What type of identity did he even offer? To himself, to others? And since when did he even care about that? Allen knew he shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. Because that’s dangerous, that’s what he always told himself, ever since he was young. Never—

Allen heard the click of the front door from behind him. He anticipated the creaking sound of the door opening, and when it finally did, his heart began to crash against his chest.

He didn’t like this.

He hadn’t a good face to put on right now, to hide under.

And even worse, Allen didn’t even know who it was.

His back was turned,

And all he could do was stand there. Frozen.

Whoever found themselves outside seemed to stay where they were for a moment. Most likely taking in the scene before them and thinking, “Why the hell is Allen Jones standing in the middle of the freezing rain?” Thinking about this caused Allen to let out a small huff of breath. He felt apathy sweep over him about the situation. He thought that whoever it was, could just think whatever hell they wanted. It wouldn’t change a thing anyways. It’s not like much mattered anyhow. More so, it’s not like he mattered.

Allen suddenly heard footsteps.

The thoughts he just had about not caring flew out the window and the closer the person got, the more panic began to set in. He found himself clenching his fists to the point that his knuckles turned white, still having yet to turn around. Though, he didn’t have time to think much else because whoever this was was already directly behind him. All Allen could do was keep his eyes on the ground.

“Allen?”

His heart stuttered at the voice that he heard. Allen’s jaw was set in a lock and somehow his fists must have clenched even tighter because of what the person said next,

“Allen. Your hand,” she paused, “…it’s bleeding.” Had he really just done that? Allen slowly brought his hands towards himself, opening his palms to see that his nails had dug in far too much. Enough to break the skin on his left hand. Allen watched the rain wash away the deep red. It watered down its color to something of a pinker hue until it beaded up enough to roll off the palm of his hand. There was something a little cathartic in watching it, Allen thought.

The woman watched the man in front of her carefully. She gauged his stance and took notice of the eerie silence that emanated from him. There was a notable amount of tension in the squaring of his shoulders, and she started to wonder what kind of face he was making as he stood there, motionless, gaze fixed upon his hands. She found there she didn’t have an answer to that, but even more pressing, the woman wasn’t quite sure what her next move should be. Her mouth pressed into a thin line. As she was stuck in her own process of thought, Allen finally allowed his hands to fall back down to his sides, his fingers noticeably more lax than before. But still, he remained silent.

She could tell that Allen really didn’t want to turn around.

That he really didn’t want her to see whatever expression he was making.

…

Well, that was all right she thought. He at least hadn’t sent her away and that had to count for something. So, with that notion in mind, the woman was able to grasp onto some sort of bravery and slowly brought her hand forward towards him. With fingers in a gentle curl, as her knuckles brushed lightly upon of the middle of his back. There was a wish to provide a touch that wasn’t too terribly obtrusive, but yet, still present. A hope that he wouldn’t flee or tell her to leave.

And much to her relief, he didn’t.

The women would be lying if she said that seeing Allen like this was common happenstance. In fact, she really hadn’t seen him like this before. Yet, there was a part of her that wondered if he was more like this than many others realized. Her mind began to wander in this moment. She tried to imagine a younger looking little boy with dark hair and crimson eyes. Maybe he sat alone and maybe, in those days, he even allowed himself to cry. She wondered if Oliver ever saw him that way. If Allen ever allowed himself to really, truly break down. And even more so, did he ever let anyone in during those moments? Much to her disdain, she wouldn’t be surprised if Allen’s answer happened to be no to that question. Her heart suddenly grew so, so heavy and she wanted to be there as much as Allen would allow.

She dared to move closer. The hand settled upon his back unfurled into a flattened palm, coming to rest against his back. Allen felt himself falling into warmth as she went as far as to even rest her forehead upon him, right above her hand. He heard the soft sigh that fell from her lips, and Allen involuntarily released the tension that was being held in his shoulders. She noticed this, and moved to push this a little further, but she halted. No, she would stay as she was for a bit longer and allow him settle. Especially since he hadn’t said a single word. She was frightened that this rare moment might shatter like glass. So, she stayed the way she was, keeping her touch tender and kind.

Allen could feel that too. He almost wished that she wouldn’t touch him with such gentle intention. Out of nowhere, a sudden thought crashed into the forefront of his mind, he wondered if maybe he would be able touch her with that same resolve. The idea came just as fast as it went, but still, it had Allen reeling enough for him to begin feeling just how damn cold the rain felt. It was like it sent his mind into a kick-start and it was only now that Allen could analyze and take in what was going on. A spiral back into reality. And wow, that little lady that he liked so much was really, really close to him, and it was her doing the touching, not him. And now he was also thinking about how they were both soaked to the bone.

And he was the idiot that not only made her come out into the rain, but he was also the reason she stayed here.

As feeling continued to creep back into his senses, he began to really decide how he was going to deal with the situation and the woman getting cozy against him. Allen might be a bit embarrassed of how touchy-feely this all is (in fact, he’s not a huge fan of it), but he’d never complain having this woman so close to him, so anger was far from his palette of reaction. Instead, he decided to take a playful bite and spoke for the first time since she came out here.

“Now, what do you think you’re doin’, doll?”

Allen felt the way she startled, not having expected him to speak. She immediately looked up, to see that Allen had slightly turned his face towards her so that she could hear him a bit better. Regardless, she could sense that impish tone that fell on his words and the way that the skin of his face tugged into a little smirk. She wanted to huff out in annoyance, but it would’ve only been a half-hearted, as she really didn’t mind.

“Y’know, I’m not the most romantic guy in the world, but if you were desperate for a dance in the rain, all you had to do was ask,” Allen bantered. He had shifted enough to the side that she could finally have a good look at him, and it was impossible not to notice that stupid, mischievous grin plastered across his face. It seemed Allen was back into his own skin. She wanted to give him the most unimpressed expression ever imaginable, but she fought it back. Because she was starting to like the little game they were playing.

“You’d dance with me?” she retorted smartly, knowing that Allen would totally be caught off guard. His next statement didn’t disappoint her.

“Wait, what?” he looked at her a bit dumbly, the smile on his face faltering a bit, his eyes not quite so sharp as before.

“You’d dance with me?” she repeated, “Here, in the rain?”

Allen gaped a bit at her, finally realizing that he might have gotten himself into something that he didn’t quite intend. But, no matter. He had more up his sleeve, especially now that she had struck a chord in him.

He had now turned around fully, only a small amount of distance between the two.

“What? You like that kinda guy, huh? Someone who looks somethin’ like this?” Allen then proceeded to use the rain to his advantage as he took his hands to top of his head and slicked it back, as if he really took the time to add product to it. And then, he looked her right in the eyes and wow…he smiled. Surely, it was absolutely flirty and had an aim in mind to make a point. But the way he was smiling at her with that devilishly handsome glint in his eyes…it sent her heart soaring. And to top it all off, a small bit of his dark hair fell to rest against his forehead, adding a messy sort of look to his newly found hairstyle. Even in the chilly rain, she somehow felt so ablaze in that moment and overwhelmed with emotion.

Allen saw that shift in her gaze, in her expression and it knocked the grin right off of his face because he was so surprised by how honest her eyes were. And the fact that it seemed she couldn’t care less. But then again, Allen was fairly certain he wasn’t hiding much on his end either. Instead, Allen found himself walking closer. It was moments like this when she realized just how tall Allen is. He towered over her so easily and with that intense look he held in his eyes, she was beginning to feel weak in the knees. She hoped that they would hold out.

This woman looked utterly captivated by him and it caused Allen to let out a breathy chuckle as his eyes grazed over the features of her face. The back of his mind was telling him that she really shouldn’t be looking at him that way, but he was a different man than the one he was earlier and found the ability to quickly brush that thought away. Because now, he was feeling a bit selfish. Selfish in the way that he never wanted her to look at anyone else the way she was looking at him now. So, he’d give her something to remember and allow himself to settle into this scene.

Allen guessed he could be a gentleman today. He figured his old man would be proud. So, to hell with it. Allen brought a hand to fall against the side of her face and his heart skipped at the way her eyes fluttered shut, obviously anticipating something. Yeah, he figured he could give her that something. That wouldn’t be a problem in the slightest.

Allen allowed his own eyes to fall shut as he slowly leaned downward. It was only a few moments later that his lips covered her own. A gentle exhale escaped him, as his mouth moved expertly against her. She was getting lost in the way that he felt, and she just couldn’t help but to wrap her arms about his neck and pull him flush against her body. Allen was quick to react, his hands finding her waist. His kiss became rougher than the start, his headed tilted to the side for better access. She felt the way his fingers were digging into her sides. There was a sting that made her sigh and Allen hummed in response. Only a moment later, their lips parted from their need of breath. She had quickly brought him back to rest her forehead against his, an intimate gesture that Allen took advantage of to look into her eyes.

How was it that she was here with him?

With her in his arms, having the privilege to hold her so close.

Allen didn’t really understand, but he decided for today to just let it rest, to let it be.

Because really, all that mattered was that she was right here, right now. With him.

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