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Full-time stalker [2p! America x reader] 1

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Full-time stalker [2p! America xreader] 1
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Lately, you've been bothered by something, or rather someone. There was a pair of blood red eyes that stalked your every move almost every second of the day. It wasn't like he was watching you in your sleep, you hoped, no, he was appearing in and out of your work shifts and even during your spare time like grocery shopping. He stopped you a few times for conversations, and they were all one-sided with him asking you the most risqué questions. 

As you managed to quieten down the loudest kid in the day-care, you reread the Batman comics for him until he finally shut his baby blue eyes and started to breathe softly at a steady rhythm. Rubbing his back a few times before placing him softly on the mattress next to his brother Mathew whom had fallen asleep ages ago, you took a step back to enjoy the moment of silence once in the whole day of screaming kids. Smiling softly and lingering your gaze over the classroom of napping children, you made sure everyone was comfortable and warm enough before walking outside to take a break.

You let a soft sigh escape your lips as you took a seat on one of the benches outside. After their one hour nap, they were to be picked up by their parents. Finally, you were able breathe. 

Or so you thought.

The fresh, sweet air that you had been breathing was suddenly polluted by the strong waft of some cologne, coming from your right. It filled your nose, forcing you to turn your head to the source. You met the same, unnaturally colored hues of the man you have been trying to avoid. Seems like your perfect results were interrupted just when you were about to leave. You instantly frowned at the thought, his lips grimacing as he had you cornered by him once again. 

"It's nice to see you again, doll~" he coos, his body too close for your liking. Pressing his side to you, you shuddered at the contact when he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You tugged at his hand wrapped around your side and scooted away from him. "Please don't call me that." you murmured, staring at his hands that seemed to connect with you once again like a magnet. "And please don't touch me." 

"Oh come on baby, you know you love it." he winked at you, deepening the blush on your face. You hated your tendency to become flustered even at the smallest things, it was revealing how awfully soft you were and you hated it. How were you supposed to stay away from him or keep him away from you when you kept blushing at every little thing he did? 

"I'm not your baby, Allen. I just want you to leave me alone." you stated firmly. Ripping yourself away from him this time, it was as if you drew a line between you and him. He watched you from where he was sitting, a look of amusement making its way to his face. "Ever since we met at the bistro, I've been seeing you everywhere, recently. To be frank with you, I don't want to see you. You're starting to creep me out." 

"Well, there's more from where that came from," he said with a smirk. His eyes narrowed with overflowing love swirling in them, he stood up to tower his figure over yours thanks to the height difference. Shaking your head slowly, you stared up at him with wide eyes full of fear when he inched closer to you with a patronizing aura radiating off of him.

That was an awful understatement. 

He was a major bad boy stereotype, big, tall and muscly, he was an omen of trouble. His tanned skin was decked with tattoos everywhere. One of his ears were pierced like he was a pirate, except with skulls and all things you didn't like. His face was always with a smug smile, either playful, mischievous or both. Encasing you in his arms, you were glad that you still had your apron on to at least add another layer between you two. 

"Please leave me alone." you whimpered, feeling him tighten his hold on you. 

"No can do, dollface. I just can't keep my hands to myself," he replied, grazing his nose against yours and staring you dead in the eye. They were so intensely red, the color of passion. "You know, I think I'm addicted to you. You may not like me, but I will keep looking for you if it means we'll spend some time together." He was breathing heavily by now, fanning his hot breath all over your face and neck which pricked goosebumps all over your body. 

"No! Just go away, Allen. I don't like you and I need to go back to the kids. I-I need to make sure they're alright, especially since you're here." you made sure to emphasize on you're so that you could spite him in any way possible. You only remembered that you were still caring after the children mid-conversation, and your heart was sinking further and further in fear with this psycho around. 

He leaned back with interest and turned his head over to the daycare, which had a backyard with a few swing sets and sand pits. Returning his gaze to you, he eyed you up and down before he blushed lightly. "So, you like kids, eh?" he asked, a horrified expression flashing onto your face.

"W-what? I do! Do you have a problem with that?" you asked defensively. Did you just drag a bunch of innocent five year olds into deep shit? 

"Nope. No problem at all~" he answered. Judging from your apron dirtied by small hand prints, you were a well-loved carer that seemed to spend a lot of time with the kids. "I bet you'd make a great mother," he continued. His heart throbbed when he said that, imagining how blissful life would be with mini Allens and mini versions of you running around a house that the two of you would live in. It was much too explicit to describe his fantasies on how to make it that far.

Your heart stopped for a second and you shot him a baffled look. "Um, what of it?" you asked, unsure.

For the first time, he commented on something that wasn't entirely inappropriate or sexual. 

You felt as though he was closer to you than ever, your body heat mingling with his. This level of intimacy was definitely not something you'd like with Allen, but you were too eager to hear him respond to do anything yet. 

"We'd make the most beautiful babies, you and I living alone-" 

You took that back. 

You let out a scream and ripped yourself away from him, absolutely disgusted by the sudden change of events. Everything escalated so quickly you needed a moment to process it through your brain. Sweat had formed on your forehead and you were hyperventilating a little. 

"Stay away from me, you freak!" you screamed, turning on the spot and dashing back inside. He stood there watching you run away from him, satisfied that he had his message sent through to you that he in fact, wanted to be in your life and ultimately become your significant other. In his mind, it sounded very achievable and an event that was not to be evaded. In contrast with yours, you thought of him as mentally unstable and a nutcase- a violent one too, so it was now crucial for you to avoid him at all costs. 

Upon entering the main napping area, you caught one of the little boys stirring and kicking in his sleep. The little feet kicking around in the air like the professional martial artists in Chinese movies, he was starting to disturb his poor brother under him, who was currently getting his face kicked in. From your previous experiences with him, he was having another one of his nightmares that he was having a fight with the joker. And every time this happened, you would insist to read him other story books. He was too persistent with his love for the masked vigilante that he wouldn't be swayed the least from his frequent nightmares. 

Rushing over and scooping him up in your arms, you stroked his back and whispered his name. "Hey Alfie, wake up!" 

He fluttered his eyes open, and upon seeing your face, he burst into tears. He latched himself onto you and buried his head into your shirt. Power walking to the kitchen so he wouldn't wake up anyone else, you continued to comfort him so that he would stop crying. After a couple of more minutes had droned on, he finally calmed down and fell asleep in your arms. Once he did, a shadow in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

Flickering your eyes to the glass pane windows on your left, you found yourself staring at Allen. He was watching you intently, who knows how long he had been there?

You shot him a glare and continued to stroke Alfred's little mop of blonde hair, to where he lifted his arms and connected his hands together. Craning your head to the side, you watched Allen slowly move his fingers into some sort of sign language. 

Creating a fist with a hole in it, he used the index of his other hand and thrusted that inside that hole. 

Your jaw dropped and your face burned. "Get the hell out of here, Allen!" you lip-synced to him. 

*** 

You've been sharpening your stealth skills, ever since that dangerous encounter at the day-care. Learning all the possible exits and escape routes inside out with the places you frequently visited, you were starting to see him less and less. It was relieving for you that you hadn't seen him once in a whole day, which was a real treat. 

Clawing his hands through his dark, auburn locks, he let out groans of frustration. He didn't understand, how were you so good at avoiding him? He hated it. The one thing that he liked was that it gave him a challenge. 

"I haven't seen her in a whole week! This is slowly killing me," he huffed, his voice booming in the near silent living room.

"Great. Can it go any quicker?" another voice snorted. 

Flicking his head over to his brother, his face darkened. "Shut up, Matt." 

"Well, if you do wish to see her that badly with her avoiding you, you can always turn to one omnipotent solution." another added, sparking an interest in the bat-wielding figure. He gazed into the aqua blue eyes of one of his friends, Oliver. He was always the quirky one, but sometimes quirks were good. 

"Really? How?" he asked. 

"Magic." he exasperated, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

A deafening silence fell in the living room for a few seconds before Allen burst out laughing. "M-magic? What the fuck am I gonna do with some fairy dust?" 

"Don't underestimate him, Allen." 

Oliver's grin widened and he made his way to said man. "You see, I have this spell that you can use to visit her whenever you want. You'll have to cast it in a specific way first." He explained, whipping out a thick, ancient book out of nowhere. Licking the tip of his thumb, he flicked through a couple of pages before stopping. "It's dream jumping, you can visit her inside her head every time she goes to bed. That way, she can't leave as long as she's asleep. It's also not reality, so you can do as you please." 

*** 

In order to cast the spell correctly, you must obtain one sample of the person that you desire to visit. It must be a form of bodily fluid, whether it be blood or saliva. It must be consumed in order for the body and brain to locate the correct person. 

For best results, obtain both. 


Step one: Harvesting your ingredients. 

Since you were pretty much untouchable now that you have poured your heart and soul into avoiding him, he had to get to you through other forms of contact. When you left the day-care after your shift through the backdoor, one of your co-workers, Antonio, was cleaning up as it was his turn on the roster. As he hummed a light tune with a broom in his hand, glowing red irises appeared behind him. 

With one swift movement, he slit his throat so cleanly and quickly that he didn't even utter a sound when he crumpled onto the ground. Fishing out his phone, a Nokia one, he clicked open the screen to reveal a wallpaper of a picture that showed you and him holding a child. Clenching his teeth, he felt better that he was gone now. 

Finding your name in his contacts, he texted you a message. 

Antonio: Hey! I think you left your charger. Do you want me to go give it to you?

A few moments later, you replied. 

(F/N): Wait really? I don't have my charger on me either. Thank you so much Toni! 

Allen clutched a phone charger in his hands, something he had nicked off of you when you weren't looking today at work. 

(F/N): Do you wanna meet somewhere? I need to charge my phone for tomorrow.

You definitely couldn't afford another one. 

Antonio: Okay! Meet me behind the day-care. I'm in the middle of cleaning, haha. 

(F/N): Kk. I'll see you in a few. 

Now, the waiting game. 

But first, he had some business to take care of. Watching the corpse of the Spaniard bath in its own blood he had just murdered, he dragged the body to the back and hid him in one of the stalls. Cleaning the knife he had used under a cool glide of water from the tap, he eyed the many cups sitting on the counter. Two of them were normal-sized and the rest a miniature version- they probably belonged to the kids. 

One of the normal-sized cups were in soft shade of lavender, the other a lemon yellow with a small illustration of a tomato on it. 

That was probably his. 

Sliding the metallic sharp into his pant pocket, he left to wait behind the back door for any footsteps. Around five minutes later, the soft padding of your feet sounded on the dry grass in the yard. His heart skipped a beat and he grinned. when you were close enough, he swung open the door and shot his hands around you. 

One clamped over your mouth and the other arm wrapped around your waist, your screams were muffled into his palm. Flickering your widened eyes to see who your assaulter was, your stomach dropped at the sight of him

"Don't. Scream." he whispered, to where you nodded shakily to. You only obliged because you saw something silver glint in his pocket. 

Turning you around, he buried a hand in your hair and pushed your head to his. "I have your little friend Toni inside. If you don't do as I say, you won't see him ever again." he whispered, the sound of the moniker you gave him instantly wrapping you around his thumb. If someone ever was hurt because of you, you would never forgive yourself. Especially if it was someone like Antonio. 

You nodded furiously. 

Fear coursed through your veins and all you could see were those crimson red beads locked with yours. This man was so unpredictable that you felt as though you were going to die any second. You should have taken him seriously the first few times he displayed his violent and just crazy tendencies, but it was far too late for any of that now. 

Stroking your cheek, he smiled at your obedience. 

"Good girl. Now I want you to kiss me." 


Yo yo yo what's popp'n? This is my second 2p! America reader-insert yet, but this hot shot needs some more love. Kudos to Dina-soar for suggesting this, I had plenty of fun writing this one. The fanfics you write also gives me tonnes of inspiration, I love you and your work. Keep it up ;) 

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