2p!America x 2p!Reader: Now THAT'S my girlfriend!

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Warning: Contains adult language and some explicit content (blood gore and a bit of sexual content.)

The day was slowly coming to an end and the nightlife in the city was starting. You and your boyfriend, Al was in town. To other people, you two seem like you're a couple of insane mobbers. To be perfectly honest you wouldn't do anything to hurt people.... well people who lived normal innocent lives. You and your good side weren't that different; apart from the fact that you were a pyromaniac and a maniac with knives. But you always had control over your needs when you don't count times people piss you off to the breaking point. Al was your perfect other half. He doesn't care about your "cravings" or your "accidents", in fact, those were the things that he loved most about you. That, and you were a girl every bad boy wanted. Al just happened to be a guy every bad girl wanted.

"_[name]_, I'm just going to get some new nails, doll. just sit tight for a sec alright?" Al's crimson eyes peered over his shades as he bent down to kiss you on the cheek. "Keep yourself under control whilst I'm gone alright?" You only smirked a reply.

"Seriously Al, I'm not that bad am I? And you're really not the one to talk!" You remember it well. Al once went on a psycho killing spree when he ate one of Oliver's cupcakes. It was brutal yet you were amused greatly by it. Al headed into a hardware store. You walked up to a wall in a fairly small alleyway and lent on it. You saw a couple of guys eyeing you down. 'Well, what do you expect?' You thought with a smirk. Boys usually eye you down just because you looked damn hot in your crimson vest, ripped denim shorts, black knee-high studded converse over your slashed tights and your signature black studded cutoff leather jacket. Your _(h/c)_ hair was slightly backcombed and your (e/c) eyes were lined with quite thick black lines. You noticed a boy strut up you with a smirk on his face. He wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He had a piercing on his lip and his hair was spiked up and died blond, red and black. 

"Hey, babe." He put one of his hands on the wall next to your head. "What's up?" You scoffed in reply.

"Definitely not you." You tried to walk away but was stopped by his other arm.

"Why not? We have a lot in common. You're into metal, I'm into metal. You're gorgeous, I'm gorgeous. You're hot a-"

"You're not." You cut him off. "Now move asshat before I make you." You tried to push past but one of his hands grabbed your wrist and held it above your head against the wall.

"Oh? That's quite a foul mouth you have there." He drew his face closer to you and his hand started wondering up your vest. "Maybe you should be pun-" Suddenly a nailed baseball bat hit him over the side of his head.

"Only I get to do that to my girlfriend!"

"What took you so long? I thought I actually needed to go psycho." You crossed your arms.

"Shut up bitch." Al pulled you close by the waist. "You're my girl." He smirked and you smirked back. God! You loved it when he said that. You both went further down the street and you stopped at a store.

"I need to get some more vodka." You walked to the stall entrance. You don't drink alcohol but you found a great way to satisfy yourself when you were bored. Ok... two ways... one was to hit on Al, and two was to set fire to anything and everything that you didn't need. You paid at a counter and walked back out of the store with 3 one litre bottles. When you got out you instantly saw Al cornered by a bunch of guys in a dark alleyway. The biggest guy holding Al by the scruff of his bomber jacket and boy, do they look pissed off.

"You fucking walked into me with that fucking attitude on purpose!!" The biggest guy looked well built. Overly well built.

"I'm not going to fucking apologize for something I didn't fucking do!" Al's grip was getting tighter around his baseball bat. You sighed. This happened every time you two came out to the city at night. But hey what are you going to do?

You yanked the guy threatening to throw a punch at your boyfriend by the shoulder.

"Get the fuck away from my boyfriend!"

"Oh yeah?! And what are you going to do you little slut?!" Al's baseball bat hit him over the back of his head. He crumpled down limp.

"Don't call my doll a fucking slut!" His red eyes were full of fury.

"You bastard!" His friends all started charging at Al. You pulled out several different shaped knives out of your bag that hung off your waist. Throw all of them, you hit all of them in the leg causing them to collapse. You noticed a can of oil right beside the boys and you casually kicked it over, it's content spilling over the fallen boys. Al avoided the oil and came to put an arm around your waist.

"The fuck is this?!" One of the boys looked at you frantically. You pulled out a small box of matches and lit one.

"Petrol. Maybe you dumbasses had heard of it." You smirked as you and Al started to turn around. You tilted your head to look at the petrified boys. "Oh. And, it's highly flammable." You casually tossed the lit match at the pool of petrol. Flames suddenly burst out from the liquid and the petrol-soaked boys. They screamed as their flesh burned in the blazing fire. You felt no sympathy.

"Next time, don't ever gang up on my boyfriend" You smirked. Al leant down to kiss you. Your lips made contact and you returned to ever so passionately.

"Damn, you are one HELL of a girlfriend!" He smirked. "Wanna go home and have some fun?"

"Well, I'm bored anyway so yeah." You two headed home where you had the most fun in your life.