BTLG- An Unlikely Savior- 2p America x Reader

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh”


I woke up on what felt like concrete. My body and head ache as if a freaking car ran me over. Slowly, painfully I sat up with a hand holding my head for much needed support. I looked around and found myself in an alleyway. My nostrils were soon greeted with an unpleasant smell of rotting trash in one of the nearby dumpsters. Scrunching up my nose in disgust, I heard a slurred drunken man yell to me:

“Hey you there! Pretty lady! Are you looking for a f*cking good time?”

Your eyes widened and you immediately backed away in fear as that drunken fat man with a beer bottle in hand come toward you.

“No!” you screamed as he came closer to your pain-filled body.

As he finally touched your right leg, you attempted to kick him off only for his grip to become a vice. You gave a hurt yelp and you struggled more. But alas your body was in a state of pain, so your attempts to get that horrid man were getting weaker with each passing second.

You then felt the man pull your ankle and partially get on top of you.

With your last strength, you managed to make a whisper of “Help” when the disgusting dirty man above you disappeared.

Confused to not having that presence on top of you anymore, you opened your eyes to meet the ones of your dream bad boy.

‘A-Allen?’

You didn’t dare to look away to what was in front of you. There he was with his scarlet eyes staring at you with obvious curiousity and some… interest? You continued looking at him and your eyes wandered up to his very unruly brown hair. You admired his copper skin, honestly you were the type of girl that likes her men a bit dark and it was kind of a turn on. You looked down to his hand and your eyes widened. There was that infamous bat of his with bloodied nails and jagged pieces of glass. But in his other hand was the ugly fat man that attacked you.

“This guy bothering you doll face?” he said as he raised the guy up so his feet were not touching the ground. The fat man tried to kick Al off of him but all gave him a swift punch to the stomach. The man made a loud “ACK” before Al released his grip on the said man. As soon as the man touched the ground, he doubled over in pain. Managing to at least attempt to get away, Al gave him a kick to the a$$ as the man yelped and literally crawled away.

You would have giggled at the pain the perverted fat man received when you felt the sudden jolt of pain raise up from your right leg. You gave a little whimper until you heard movement in front of you. Looking up to your savior, he crouched down, took your right leg in both of his pretty gently and said, “That f*cker hurt you.”

Looking down you saw your leg already forming a gigantic purple-blue bruise. You were about to respond with an “Oh” when without asking you, Al picked you up bridal style.

Looking to you and saying, “Don’t tell this to anyone if you value your life.” he walked you to his house.

Shyly nodding you replied, “O-okay.” Then in an afterthought you added, “My name is ______.”

“What?” he said as he looked to you and stopped walking.

You repeated, “I said my name was _____ ______ and thanks for saving me back there.”

Allen gave a wolfish grin before continuing walking again and said, “Names Al and don’t mention it…. Really DON’T.”









When arriving in Al’s rundown home, he practically threw you on the couch. You gave a squeak when he asked you, “Mind telling me why a girl like you was sleeping in an alleyway?”

“I-” you were about to respond when he interrupted you.

“You’re not a whore are you?” He looked to your clothes. “Naw, you’re not dressed like one and you haven’t offered yourself to me yet…. Are you homeless?”

Annoyed by the accusations, you forgot for a moment who you were talking to. “No, I am NOT homeless. Plus why do you care? You are 2p America aren’t you?”

He stiffened. “How the f*ck did you know that?” he growled.

In a flash, he had his dangerous bat in his hand near your head and it was looking menacingly at you.

You were desperate to get out of this dangerous situation so you shakily replied, “U-uh. Hey where’s the bathroom?”

Noticing you were dodging the question he said, “You’re not going anywhere until you answer my question.”

‘_____ you have to save yourself! Think of something that will be believable. Hurry!’ Looking into his menacing eyes, you gulped audibly before responding. “I read about you in the internet!”

He didn’t believe me because the bat went even closer to my head, one of the bloodied nails grazing my ear as if wanting to plunge into my skin.

“If you did then why are you still around me and not running like hell?”

Without hesitation you responded, “Because you are the only person I recognized and saved me from this damned place.”

The bat near your head was pulled a bit away from your face and his interest in you peaked. “What do you mean ‘this’ place? Are you not from here?”

You shook your head in sadness. “That’s the thing. I don’t remember anything…not even where I came from,” you started to shake at the thought of losing all your memories.

Allen shook his head. ‘First I find her in a goddamn alleyway and now I have to take care of her?!’ He looked to you. ‘I should just kick her out’.

But something in Al stopped him. Whether it was because of pity or the way your small frame felt against him when he carried you, perhaps even adding a mixture of color, warmth, and love? He hadn’t felt those feelings until after sex (with random women); he will never know why he saved you until he got to know you better.

‘Dammit!’ he thought ‘Am I actually caring for this girl?’

Giving a frustrated sigh he responded, “Since it’s obvious you stupidly forgot everything, you can stay. But you better not f*ck anything up!”

Shocked at his generosity and that he didn’t kill you, you meekly nodded your head.

He turned away from you and went to go outside with his bat.

Curious you asked, “Where are you going?”

He looked over his shoulder and smirked, “I’m going hunting but I guess you already know what that means.” He walked off.

Eyes slightly widening, you went back inside to hear your stomach grumble.

You slightly giggled. “Wow even after all this, I’m hungry?” With another grumble, you smiled and said, “Well, I don’t think Al would mind if I just take something from his fridge… hopefully.”








“Ugh! Why does Al ONLY have fudging vegan food!?” you yelled as you tossed a carrot out of the fridge.

With all the ingredients you had in front of you, you could only make a tofu salad. ‘Man I wish I had a least a LITTLE meat’ you thought as you set up your food.

Finally arranging your food perfectly, you stuck your fork in and ate. You were about to get on with your fifth bite when Al walked in the front door with blood all over his clothes and bat.

You stopped eating and almost dropped your fork.

Obviously forgetting you were even there, he took off his shirt and threw his bat on the couch.

Your face once scrunched up in disgust at seeing so much blood soon switch to one of awe.

‘Damn’ You looked over his body to find a few scars here and there but what really interested you was his muscles he had under those scars. His pecs were firm and hard. Your eyes roamed down to his abdomen and were very pleased to find he had a nice six pack. And looking even lower you saw his inguinal ligaments resolutely sticking out effectively emphasizing if you looked even further down you would find his-

“Checking me out, doll?”

You blushed a furious red for being caught and even ‘thinking’ of him so, so explicitly. You abruptly turned around. 

“Tck. No. I was just looking,” you then put a forkful of lettuce in your mouth.

You felt a presence behind you. And boy it was radiating heat as if you were standing near a heater.

Leaning close to you ear, he said, “You know you shouldn’t lie. You know you want it… me.”

You were trying so hard not to shiver. ‘Crap! He is going to rape me, isn’t he? So much for saving me.’

Just as soon as he came, he left you.

Very confused, you turned around to find him not behind you but sitting on the couch eating with the broken tv on.

“What the hell?” you stated. ‘First he practically wants to have sex with me and now he is watching television?’ You looked to what he was eating. ‘And he stole my SALAD!?’

“You stole my salad!” you pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Yeah? So what?” he replied while still watching tv.

“It was MY salad. Did you just try to scare me just so you can get my salad?!”

He looked at you annoyed, “Pfft try? I DID scare you. Besides MY F*CKING house MY F*CKING salad!” You looked at him with eyes squinted in anger. Amused he continued, “What are you going to do about it? You wanna fight?” His eyes twinkled at the last word.

Feeling that this ‘fight’ would involve a bed, you resigned yourself to go to bed before it was too late.

“Ugh whatever. I’m just going to bed,” you were walking down a messed up hallway before you realized you didn’t know where the heck you were going.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll face?”

You looked back to see him once again behind you. ‘Wtf, why is he always behind me? And he’s still shirtless…’

“Not sure, I just figured I wander until I find a room with a bed in it.” you replied.

“My room has a bed~,” he said grinning maliciously.

‘Oh hell NO’ You looked away. “You know what I think I will sleep on the couch”

You would have walked away it he hadn’t pulled you roughly by the hand and threw you into a room next to him.

You stumbled into the room while he leaned in the doorway.

“What was that for-?!” you screeched when you looked to the room around you. It looked like a guestroom but you could tell it wasn’t used for a long time. There was a thin layer dust settling on the window pane and a few cobwebs here and there but overall it wasn’t as dirty as all the fanfictions depicted with him and his house.

But what really caught your eye was a tattered American flag lying across the bedpost, probably due to the fact that anything that used to hold it up was probably worn away because the room was left unkept for so long. But looking at that one article of patriotism made your heart swell; this showed you that even as a 2p, Allen had some sort of soft side.

You looked to him, back to the room, then back to him. ‘What should I do? Say thanks? He would kill me’ You saw him looking at you.

“Well say something dammit! Or are you just going to f*cking stand there?” he exclaimed.

‘Well, I might as well do the unthinkable. I mean if I die at least it was by him’

Making your final decision, you rushed up to hug him.

Totally caught offguard he told you, “Get offa me!” He almost pushed you away; but the weird thing was he didn’t push that hard.

Pulling away, you giggled. ‘At least he is not trying to strangle me’. You responded, “I hugged you because I wanted to show you some gratitude for doing all this for me.” You smiled.

Turning around before you can see his blush, he replied, “I did it because I had to,” before walking out and closing the door.

Smiling you replied, “Goodnight Allie”.

You walked over to your bed and aired the covers out. You got a bit of dust in your nose and after a coughing fit; you finally lied down in your bed.

You lay there on your bed looking up at the ceiling pleasantly happy that you spent your day with your bad boy love. Man, you couldn’t even believe that this place was actually real or even that your wish from that mysterious mirror came true!

But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people, but more importantly your parents, you left behind in your own dimension.

Now all that concerned your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”



“…And how do I get back home?”