(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaS…
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time this month I’ve been stood up.
“What are you talking about? I’ve gone through and through to get the days off to spend time with you!” I scoffed as his deep voice vibrated through the phone. Yeah right, sure. I knew his boss; he’d let him go if it was for me.
“Sure you are, ass. Just forget about it, I’m not even in the mood to go out anyways.” I waited patiently for the loud growl that was to come from the other line. It came and went.
“You know, being a bitch doesn’t fit you (f/n).” I nodded and rolled my eyes; the only bitch in our relationship was him. It was like he had no idea how to treat a girl. He didn’t.
“Yeah sure, sure. Just go back to flipping fucking burgers Al. Turn off the lighter when you do it.” I smiled once I heard the vegan curse, evidently shutting the phone as he did so.
“I fucking hate you.”
The line went short and I thrust my phone onto my bed laying a few meters away from me. I glanced out the window and sighed deeply, a few meaningless tears rolling down my face like rain. Why do I even bother crying for this shitty relationship? The man obviously didn’t like me and I felt the same if not ten fold but for whatever reason I wanted to make it work. I looked at myself through the window, my bold outfit shimmering to me through the window. A black sheer top layered with the leather jacket Al seemed to always have hanging on him even on hot days, it smelled of him, his musky scent calming my senses. Even when I hated him I couldn’t help but love him, tragic Juliet waiting on a Romeo that would never come. “What a joke love is. It makes people do crazy things…” I shook my head, a gentle smile laced with malice made its way to my face, I stared at myself letting my finger tips touch the cold glass. My white lace skirt and my black combat boots, the ideal date outfit; for a date that was never to come. My mascara rolling down from my cheeks onto my skirt in noir droplets, I wiped them away only for it to stain my powdered cheeks.
“I even tried for this date, even more things to laugh about, I need a smoke.” I stretched my legs out from their bent up position and rolled my neck before elongating my arm, in reach of a pack of forgotten smokes. “He always seems brings the bad out of me.” I’d promised myself off of these for the past two weeks, only sucking on sour lemon heads and apple seeds to peel the urge away from me. I strangled the bright blue lighter in my hands and flicked its lid, watching as the flame flickered left and right, a compelling yet zesty turquoise with a malevolent red. I liked these two colors, they made plum.
I clipped the end of the pale stick and watched as smoke escaped through one end before opening my red lips, set for kisses but instead kissed at the smoke that made its way down my throat. I sat for a few moments, letting it burn at my throat until letting out a painful yet satisfying sigh, it’s smoke making its way from my nose like that of an angry bull. It felt so good, better than any orgasm Al could ever give me, ha, sex with him was like fucking that nailed club of his. Horrible.
I opened my mouth and let out small puffs of soot playfully, bored out of my mind. The ideal date that was scheduled for today canceled by not only my boyfriend of five years but the rain that endlessly poured from my window, frizzing my hair from its evil humidity. I grinned evilly as the last of the bud vanished in a rushed finish, reminding me of a certain someone and his dick. “Always finishing first, poor asshole.” I giggled and flung the bud to the floor before smashing it deep into the brown wood leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke, I’d need to vent the room. I pulled up a window, a new cigarette in between my red lips, like that of a straw.
“I guess I’m gonna have to entertain myself for a few hours.” I ran my fingers through my (h/l) mane as the last of my bun came loose falling all around my head in cascades of (h/c). I lit the cigarette slowly this time, letting my eyes cross as I watched the constant plum flickering of the two colored flames mark the tip, a sweet smell of weed hitting my nose yet again, it was a wonderful smell. I pulled it back and let my eyes roll in the back of my head, the dreams and wishes of my adolescent mind flowing away with the clouds of smoke that made their way out of my face holes slowly. I waved them off with the roll of my eyes; this relationship was like meaningless sex. Stupid and only one party was happy afterwards. I crushed the long shaft in my mouth before rising yet again. “Fuck.” I cursed softly before reaching for a few bags that were scattered all about the room, all of which were Al’s. I cursed yet again; I really had wasted all of this time with a shit monster? I sighed and pulled up one of his many red bags full of who the fuck cared. I began to stuff a bunch of his clothes in them, throwing them meaninglessly into them until they over filled with the clothes he’d never worn.
“Fuck you Al’ fuck you and everything you seem to stand for, even if that means nothing at all you meaningless piece of dog shit.” I whispered silently before tossing the bags out of the window that once venerated the room, the rain that poured and the lightening that zapped and rolled through the summers night blaring out any curses and cries I let out as I juvenilely cackled like that of a child. My nightmares were over! I was free from this curse that was love, I was free once again. I soon began picking up his phone chargers and headphones and even his laptop and thrust it out the bedroom window, which was two stories over the edge of the roof and let them slide down.
I could hear them as they hit the ground, letting gravity do so, so effortlessly I loved it. “I’ll say it once more, fuck you Allan.” I cried out, but this time with pure apathy. I could care less out about that shit as long as it didn’t involve me and at this point it didn’t matter. I stared down at the wet flames as the computer was set on fire, burning all of his clothes in the process. I walked over to the bed in pure excitement laying myself down in a snow angel like position before giggling manically. I gripped a pillow and relaxed for a few moments before yet another idea flew into my head.
I ran over to my bag of clothing, once I kept for weekends where I’d stay with my boyfriend, slung it over my back and pulled out Al’s lighter once again, the withering flame growing as I stared at it, I moved it over to the bed and lit it on fire, the flames continued to grow despite the harsh winds from outside, it was too late for anything to be saved now. I moved out of the bedroom as the rest of the wood and plastic melted into one, creating a large tyrant of a flame, a gorgeous scarlet maroon. I rushed about the house creating more and more small fires that eventually become larger and larger, it was beautiful. I continued until finally every room in the house was a ragging inferno of red and gray, a large cloud of smoke over head as I escaped my demise. Anything that involved us, Al and I were no more, it was all burned down to cinders, under the deep blue sky and the silver rain drops that seemed to try and end my party. Nothing could stop it now, I was well beyond entertained, I was having the most fun that I’d ever had while dating that dick. I was in fucking paradise.
I pushed the door open and stared up at the majesty that was the screaming house, it caved in rather quickly and eventually even sent small flames of wood at Al’s car to which it too blew up, the neighbors freaking out called for a fire department but at this point the house was no more than small burning cinders that cackled and sizzled loudly under Adams ale. I flicked off the house; my painted nails sending shivers down the pile of burnt black wood.
I left the scene, like that of the rolling winds that seemed to evoke terror into the hearts of the wicked.
I was unchained.