American Beauty / American Psycho (2p America x reader)

Not so American Beauty

Hey Y'all ;P
First ever story..... (oh god what if they hate it...SHUT UP NEGATIVITY THEY WILL LOVE IT, i will make them, hehehe)
No Jk ;D
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She's an American beauty
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"Fuck...." you thought to yourself as you were thrown out of the bar at 1:00 in the morning drunk off your ass.
You were sitting outside on the pavement wallowing in your own self pity because you had jumped behind the counter of the bar and started to chug various liquors on the many counters on the wall. Enraged the bartender tried to pull you away from your merry making. "How dare you...-". You murmured as you punched the poor man in the eye, resulting in him lying on the ground lifeless until proven otherwise, and a silent bar with hundreds of eyes focused on you.
A moment later the yelling ensued as the slightly drunk bar patrons came after you as an angry horde, after you ruined their night.
sooner or later you were caught because you bumped into almost every single object in your way.
After you had finally fallen, the two large security guards grabbed you by your arms and threw you outside.
you fell on your face getting dirt in your mouth and a painful scratch from the pavement on your chin. you had various injuries: a black eye from that dick who had the nerve to come after you first, a scratch on your forearm from that hooker who assumed since every else was attacking you she would do it too, fucking airhead. and a bleeding hand from that old man with one tooth, a regular there, who bit you, he fucking bit you, fucking cannibal.
You struggled to your feet. As soon as you were stable on your legs you flagged a cab, you left your keys in the bar, and some dickhead must've pick pocketed you because your wallet was gone, too bad for them, you were broke, thats why you tried to get free alcohol in the first place.
you quietly chuckled to yourself at the thought.
The cab pulled up to the curb and you stumbled inside the strange smelling vehicle.
"Where to ma'm?" the driver said to you in an Indian accent.
"Curtisss Parrk..." you responded in a slurred voice. The park was near your apartment.
For some reason you just didn't want to go home, maybe it was because you didn't want to deal with the judgmental looks you were going to get from your (dog breed), (dog name).
The driver dropped you off at your destination, it was then you realized you could't pay the fool.
You slowly stepped out of the cab while glancing at the driver. You were having an internal battle on wether you should pay him in something else ( ; ) ) or make a run for it. You went for the second option, you just weren't feeling up to bein' sexy today you guess. You bolted onto the poorly lit grass of the large soccer field, with an angry Indian man trailing you yelling what you assumed were obscenities in his native language.
You laughed out loud, but the drinks were starting to catch up to you as well as the furious driver.
You vomited while running, the driver noticed and in disgust he stopped running after you.
You continued onwards in a jog until you found yourself at the playground. You dragged your feet through the wood chips and climbed up the small steps while gripping the shorted railing. You crawled into the tunnel and curled up into a fetal position. As you drifted off into Dreamland, a final thought crossed your mind... "Well, I screwed it up real good, didn't I?"

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The Next Morning
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You awoke with a very sore body. You noticed childish laughing close by, it echoed and bounced off the walls of the small tube you lay in.

 It was not helping your throbbing headache.

As you scooted out of the cramped space you were greeted by the large blue eyes and the pungent odor of a small toddler.

Your face scrunched up in disgust, "Fuck off." you simply stated to the youngster. He looked at you curiously until he frowned and started to cry rather loudly. the faces of about six concerned mothers turned in your direction. You flipped them the bird. They covered their children's innocent eyes while looking at you unfavorably. You walked down the steps of the playground and past the judgy moms. "Fucking white trash." you murmured quietly to yourself as you made your way to your small apartment two blocks away.

"FUCK!" You heard someone yell as you passed the baseball field. Curious, you averted your attention to where the voice came from.

 But curiosity killed the cat, that statement became oh so clear to you when you found a baseball flying towards your head at an alarming speed. you were fast enough to duck your head out of the way, and the ball only grazed the top of your head.

"HEY WATCH OUT SHITHEAD!" you heard the voice from before yell at you.
"SAYS THE ONE WHO CANT EVEN BAT PROPERLY!" you shouted back at them.

 They seemed to have not liked your response because next thing you know you are face to face with Intriguing crimson eyes. A rather intimidating guy with brown, almost reddish hair and tan skin stood before you. He wore brown leather bomber jacket, skinny blue jeans, black shades rested on top of his head, and he also sported a baseball bat with nails hammered into it. You stared defiantly into his red eyes as he smirked while looking into your (e/c) irises. "Feisty, huh doll?" He said seductively as he reached for one of your (h/c) locks. "Don't fucking touch me asshole." was your response to his action. He chuckled to himself, "Wanna pitch for me doll face?" you were a little taken aback by his invitation, you hadn't played baseball in such a long time. Probably not since you were eight or nine and you were on your little league baseball team. Fortunately you were the best on your old team, lets hope you skills stayed with you after all this time. Wait... you were actually considering this stranger's offer to pitch for him??? Well its just throwing a ball. But you don't even know this guy! I do need to let off some steam though...

"Fine..." was your reply. "I'll pitch, but I'm warning you. I throw a mean hard-ball." you smirked while you headed to the pitcher's mound. "My name's (y/n) by the way!"
As he passed you on the way to home plate he said "Mine's Allen, but you can call me Al, doll face."
You rolled your eyes at his nickname for you.
He got into a comfortable stance and winked at you. You smirked and without warning you threw the ball with amazing strength. You noticed a hint of surprise in Al's eyes, but he still managed to hit the ball pretty far. "Still got it." you quietly said to yourself while jogging to go retrieve the ball.
"Nice one, doll!" Al yelled after you.
The two of you continued to pitch and bat the ball back and forth for about three hours, after the first half an hour your headache disappeared! But you still felt a little nauseated but you pulled through it, after all, you were sort of having fun. At about 1:00 you were feeling hungry, Al seemed to notice less power in your pitches and said "Hey wanna go grab a bite?" you perked up at the promise of food. "Sure!" was your definite answer. Al took you to a local restaurant where he ordered a vegan burger and you ordered (fav. food). You both happily enjoyed your meals and while engaging in small talk. You learned he was part of a large gang in the city, that he really loved animals, especially cute ones, you also noticed he was quite the jokester as he was constantly making you laugh. You totally knew he was a player/womanizer/one night stander, but you ignored the thought because free food, am I right?
After he payed the bill he walked you to your apartment which was close by.
"Thanks for pitching doll face." he said with a wink. "Call me if you wanna play again!"
"Maybe I will, and maybe I won't." you said jokingly while unlocking the door to your humble adobe. "Playing hard to get, huh doll?" He said with a chuckle. You passed him your phone with an eye roll, he entered his contact info then proceeded to take a selfie on your phone. You snatched your phone back then stuck your tongue at him. You waved goodbye then walked inside. you plopped onto you couch in front of the TV. You opened your phone and looked at your photos. You looked at the selfie taken by Al with mixed emotions rushing through your head. "UUUUUGGGHHHHH!" you complained loudly causing your dog to lift it's head up from it's bed and look at you questioningly. You stuck your tongue out at it but it ignored you and rested its head on its paws. You sighed and peered back at your phone and observed the photo again.
"Fuck..." you stated simply. Earning you another look from your dog. "I know he's a player, but you gotta admit, he's sorta cute." you said to your dog. It gave you the why-are-you-talking-to-me-im-a-fucking-dog look. You sighed again. "FUCK, IM FUCKING FALLING FOR A FUCKING DOUCHE!!!!!!" You yelled out. "STOP FUCKING YELLING!!!! shouted an obviously angry voice from the ceiling. "SORRY MR.SMITH!!!" you yelled back.
You fell backwards onto your back from your sitting position on the couch and closed your eyes. Images of Al swarmed your mind before your mind completely fell asleep....
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