#they are not safe im smashing them together like dolls

[baerryjj]

Romina saint of the bud and Malenia blade of Miquella would hate one another. One embraces the rot fully and flourishes in its embrace, and the other one despises it all and leaves it to stagnate and fester. And yet

could they come to learn from one another? I sure think so. Let them explore each others bodies and realize the rot just simply is

[honeypirate]

How do you feel about kissing?

Featuring the haikyuu boys! Just some of them though lmao

Asking your best friend (Noya, Asahi, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto) how they feel about kissing

Reader is fem

Noya

His head was on your stomach as you played with his hair laying in the sunshine during lunch. A thing you normally did in the summertime for the last how many years you’ve known him. “Noya” you say softly, watching the clouds go by. He has his eyes closed but he responds “whats up?” he says sleepily and you twist his blonde patch around your finger “how do you feel about kissing?” you ask and his eyes pop open, staring up at the sky before he sits up and turns around to look at you “do you wanna kiss me?” he asks seriously and your cheeks flush, you cover your cheeks with your hands as you turn away slightly “maybe” you whisper and he laughs “OH BOY Tanaka is NOT going to believe this!” he says with a clap and you scowl at him making him chuckle “no no no, because he thought i’d have to confess to you first! He didnt think you felt the same! Now come, come here pretty girl. come here my girl let me kiss you finally! my pretty girl!” he starts to crawl over to you and you giggle trying to stand to run but he lunges and pushes you gently to your back on the sun warmed grass getouas he smiles down at you “I feel like kissing you, to answer your question” he says and then his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to.

Asahi

You clear your throat, the sound drowned out by screaming from within the gym, Hinata and Kageyama going at it again. You took Asahi outside for some air after practice ended and were now sitting on the steps to the club house looking at the stars for a moment. “So, uhm” you lean back on your elbows on a higher step “Asahi?” you ask and he hums in response “what do you think about… kissing?” you ask and he tenses. Holding his breath as he debates if he heard you right, when he turns to make eye contact he realizes he did in fact hear you right. “In general? Or.. or” he clears his throat “or with you?” his palms begin to sweat and he rubs them against his shorts. You laugh awkwardly “can i choose.. Both?” you ask quietly as you sit up straight again,

“W-well.” he takes a shaky breath “in general, i find kissing to be gross if i have to say watch someone else make out at school. B-b-but with you,” his voice gets softer “i think i’d really enjoy that” he turns to look at you and you brush your fingers across his cheek that was warm from practice and from blushing. “I think i would really enjoy kissing you too” he laughs softly, shaky from his nerves as he reaches out to cup your cheek, leaning in and closing the distance, softly pressing his lips to yours. He goes to pull away a little too soon for you liking so you whine and and lean with him, smashing your lips to his again as you try to memorize the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

Wakatoshi

“Can i ask you something Ushi?” you ask as you walk him to practice in the early morning. He’s been your best friend and neighbor for years so when you went to the same high school and had practice in the morning, it made sense that you traveled together, plus he said he wanted to make sure you were safe on the train. “You know you can ask me anything.” he states and you laugh awkwardly “yes i guess you're right” you stop when you reach his gym and he looks down at you, straight faced as always. You take a deep breath and steel your nerves “how do you feel about.. Kissing?” you ask and he stares at you for a few moments, blinking and not saying anything. You figured he was thinking so you just waited, “I think that kissing is fine in a relationship but i wouldnt know much since i havent kissed anyone before. Ask Tendou he’ll know more about it” he turns to go get Tendou but before he can bring him back to talk to you, you were gone. Ran off to your own volleyball practice feeling like a complete failure.

“Oh you poor innocent boy. She was asking you that..” Tendou grabs Ushijma by his cheeks and leans in close “BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO KISS YOU” he drops his face and laughs “she was asking, how do you feel about kissing HER?” Ushijima is silent for several minutes until at last he mutters out an “oh.”

You wait by the gate like always, your practice always getting out earlier than his. You’re messing around on your phone, setting a new ringtone, when he appears beside you. “Do you want to kiss me?” he asks and you gasp, chucking your phone into the air. “Ushijima!” you shout and he catches your phone from the air “do you?” you feel your face flush as he hands you back your phone “why do you ask?” your voice a few octaves higher from being nervous. “Tendou said you asked me about kissing earlier because you want to kiss me” he says and you laugh awkwardly, rocking on your toes as you scratch behind your neck “if i say he’s right will that ruin our friendship?” you ask as you look at his feet and he responds by cupping your cheeks and leaning down close “I’m gonna kiss you now” he says and waits for you to accept or reject him and you gasp and nod in his hands, eyes fluttering closed as his soft warm lips press against yours, sending fireworks down your spine.

Tendou

2am runs to the 24 hr gas station were a regular occurrence. You held a cherry laffy taffy in one hand and a blue slush in the other, the colors turning your tongue purple. Tendou had an apple sucker in his mouth and a cherry slushy in his hand. You finish your candy by the time you reach the park and you throw the wrapper in the trash by the entrance. You pick up your skateboard and hold it under your arm as you two walk to the top of the hill.

You sit on the bench at the top and he sits beside you, your board on the ground under your feet as you roll it softly side to side. Tendou kicks your feet and scoots closer, his thigh pressing into yours as he puts his feet beside yours, rocking side to side with you as you sit. You lean into him and sigh, your tongue was numb from your slush and your fingers were frozen, he wrapped one of his arms around you and you shivered into his warmth.

This all was normal, it happened all the time. But it still made your heart feel special, god how you wanted to kiss him.

“Satori?” you ask softly and he hums “whats up doll?” he responds over the straw he’s chewing “how do you feel about kissing?” you ask as you use the end of the straw to spoon some slush in your mouth. His head turns swiftly to look at yours and you act cool, eating your slush and being totally normal. He leans in slowly, getting closer to your face with a serious expression trying to make you break but you were used to this, you knew him. You gasped when his frozen tongue licks a stripe up your cheek “ugh you child! I should kick you off my bench!” he laughs and wraps both of his arms around you and rocks side to side “no wait don’t kick me off! Im sorry! I’ll answer your question if you answer mine!” you groan “fine! What’s your question? Just stop shaking me!” he laughs and relaxes his hold, looking down at you with a goofy grin “are you asking me this because you want me to kiss you?” he asks seriously but the little grin he had made you worry he was going to make fun of you.

your eyes grow wide and you clear your throat, suddenly self conscious and feeling stupid “I!- uh maybe yeah I was but sheesh” you try and scoot away from him, laughing awkwardly “that was stupid huh yeah. Stupid” you mumble but he wont let you scoot away “hey” he says softly and you pause to look up at him, his goofiness gone and replaced by softness you rarely got to see “you’re not stupid, pretty girl. You’re very smart.” he says and cups your cheek “i like kissing. I havent kissed anyone in a very long time” he coughs “Second grade” coughs again and you laugh, remembering that day in second grade when your best friend at the time dared him to kiss her so he kissed you instead. “I’ve been waiting, hoping, you'd want to kiss me again” he whispers as his face comes closer to yours, you hold your breath as he leans down, almost 100%, leaving just a sliver of space between you.

“You like me. How embarrassing for you” you tease and make him laugh “i love you. How embarrassing is that?” he mumbles, his lips barely brushing yours and you sigh “as embarrassing as me loving you” you say and his lips crash against yours, his tongue tasted like cherries and it mixed with your berry perfectly.

Kuroo

“KuRRooOoo” you yell sing as you walk into the empty gym, “Y/N” He shouts back as he exits the supply closet, having just finished cleaning up, the rest of the boys already in the showers.”walk me home?” you ask with a smile and he nods “of course, meet me by the gates in ten minutes” you nod and wink at him before leaving the gym, heading back to the class room you were studying in to gather your things.

“There you are beautiful” he says when he walks up and you kick your feet on the side of the wall “can you help me down hot stuff?” you ask and he nods, coming over with his hands out.

You were just friends, that's what you said when anyone asked. She’s just a friend! Is what Kuroo tried to convince Kenma. You just call each other nice things! It’s normal. But when he places his hands on your thighs, slowly running them up until they land on your hips, you think it’s a hint about his deeper feelings.

“Hop down” he says and you blush with a grin not moving. you instead move your knees farther apart, wrapping them around his waist. He raises his eyebrows and you grab his hands, moving them back down to your thighs so you can softly runs your fingers against his “how do you feel,,, about kissing?” you ask and cock your head, your hair falling over your shoulder as you looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“How do I? Feel?” he asks and you chuckles “how do i feel about kissing?” he asks again, you laugh out loud before cupping his cheeks and looking him in the eye, bringing his face close “Tetsuro” you whisper demandingly “answer” he blushes and swallows, his popular guy persona draining from his bones “i like kissing. I like you” he whispers out quickly with a nervous chuckle and you beam at him, your smile spreading as you wrap your arms around his neck “i like you too” you whisper and give him a small peck causing him to gasp before he chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, the wall the perfect height to lean in and press his lips to yours, feeling his smile against your lips as you kiss him back.

Bokuto

“Hey Bo! How do you feel about kissing?” you asked as you leaned over to his desk “kissing is great why?” you booped his nose “just curious” you went back to your desk beside him and he looked at you for a long moment, why did you ask him that?

The rest of the day passed by slower than ever for Bokuto, he sat inside his head, overthinking why you asked him about kissing and at the end of the day, the end of a terrible practice, he had convinced himself that you wanted to kiss someone else and he’d never get to kiss you himself.

“baby Bo what happened?” you ask as you walk up to him in the hallway, he was holding the straps of his backpack as he looked to the ground “nothing. I’m fine” he said quietly, avoiding your eyes. You walk up to him and take his hands, wrapping them around your waist as you pulled him into a hug “tell me Kou” you whispered and he sighed into your hold “long day, shitty practice, just too in my head today” he whispers and you run your fingers through his still damp from his shower hair. “What happened to put you in your head? You were so shiny this morning” you ask and rub circles on his back, the people in the hallway have all but disappeared now, heading home like you will be soon.

“You’ll think im dumb” he whispers and you shake your head “never Kou, I promise.” he sighs and stands up from your hug and sighs again, rubbing his face with his hands “i thought your question about kissing means you want to kiss a lot of people” you take a beat to think of why that could make him sad and you smile softly, taking his hands in yours “and why did that make you sad?” you ask in a hushed tone and his cheeks flush “i dont want you to want to kiss everyone but me” he mumbles out with furrowed brows and a pout. You laugh and cup his cheeks “oh Kou, i ONLY want to kiss you” you say and watch as his eyes go from confusion to recognition to bright and bubbly bokuto again “HEY HEY HEY” he shouts and you laugh “i knew i had it in me” he says slightly cockily and you keep laughing as you hug him, burying your face in his chest. “I don't want to make you sad Bo, talk to me if you ever get sad because of me okay?” you cup his cheeks seriously and he nods “from now on, i promise” he says before he leans down and presses his lips to yours

[onedoesnotsimplywriteafanfic]

Reunited at last (6/6)

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A grim expression plastered on his face as he looked around. His eyes finally landing on me. Shock filled his eyes as tears filled mine. As if the world was about to end he approached me and cupped my face in his hands. Before I could speak he kissed me. At first I was shocked but soon melted into the kiss.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him closer, afraid to lose him again. ‘’doll, You have no idea how long Iv’e waited to do this.’’ a smirk formed around his lips. ‘’I think I can.’’

Behind us someone cleared their throat. ‘’I hate to brake you two love birds apart but we have to go, I want to get of this rock.’’ It was my father. ‘’Wow what?’’ Sam didn’t seem to like this plan, at all. ‘’We are going home, brother.’’ Nate said, he sounded tired. ‘’No, we are so close to finding Avery’s treasure.’’ A sigh left my lips and that is when the bickering started.

Everyone had their own opinion on what to do next and no one agreed with the other. ‘’Sam please, leave the treasure. Nate and I almost died not so long ago, I finally got you back, why don’t we just go home.’’ I got him to agree with me and we all left for the plain.

It was a long and difficult way back, obstacles blocked our way several times. We had to cross a small ravine, we were able to do so but one of us needed to get down somehow and pull us across. Nate offered himself to do it. The rest of us got on a platform and waited for Nate to pull us.

Once my father, Elena and myself where safely on the other side Sam waited on the platform to pull up Nate. Once the two got onto the platform it broke. Holding onto dear life the climb what was left before it collapsed completely.

Right as the platform collapsed Nat jumped toward us while Sam jumped to the other wall nearest him. Looking up he saw the maintains beak in which the treasure was supposed to be. ‘’Sam, don’t you even think about it.’’ I yelled at him. ‘’Please just jump, I will catch you.’’ Nate tried to encourage him. Sam only shook his head.

‘’I am sorry I got you into this. All of you.’’ He really would choose the treasure over his family. ‘’That doesn’t matter anymore, just jump goddammit.’’ My anger got once more the best of me. ‘’I gotta see this thing trough.’’ He turned around to head to the maintain. ‘’Sam, listen to me, if you do this I won’t be coming after you, you hear me?!’’ Nate’s words made him stop and look over his shoulder. ‘’Just promise me you will keep y/n save, please.’’ He looked at me shortly before disappearing out of sight.

Nate yelled after him a couple of times but without use. ‘’He is going to get himself killed, come on.’’ I said with a sigh before heading to other direction. Looking for a way to Sam. In a small clearing between the ruins stood a wagon, we could use that to climb a wall in order to head of Sam.

The wagon was heavy and it took all four of us to push it to the wall. Once we were satisfied with its placement Nate set it on its breaks. Only it snapped because it got aged over the years. The wagon fell back wards and my father and Elena held it back. ‘’Hurry Nate.’’ Elena said trough gritted teeth. Nate jumped on the wagon and I quickly followed. Together we jumped to the wall right before my father and Elena couldn’t hold it anymore.

The wagon smashed itself against a fountain and the two front wheels broke. ‘’How are we suppose to get up there now?’’ my father questioned. ‘’We don’t have enough time.’’ Elena stated. ‘’I am not letting you to go alone.’’ My father tried to protest. ‘’You just said it yourself, we are not alone, we have each other.’’ I was not about to abandon Sam. Not now I knew he was alive.

My father didn’t like the plan at all but there was no way he could stop us from down there. So we went.  It took allot from us to get there, we had to climb, jump, swing and dive before we got down at the cave.

Hiding in the water below a dock we waited for Nadine and Rafe to pass. Nate had to restrain me before I did something stupid. But I didn’t saw Sam, which worried me. Swimming closer to the ship an explosion stopped us. It was a cannon that broke trough the ships bow.

All I could think of in that moment right after the explosion was Sam. Hoping he was not hurt. ‘’We need to hurry.’’ I told Nate while swimming to the boat. He followed me closely definitely remembering his promise to his brother.

We entered the ship trough the hole. Stepping inside our eyes locked on the many treasures that filled up the place. Smoke slowly filled the room from numerous small fires. Looking around I noticed a small door. ‘’Nate in here.’’ I whisper yelled, not wanting to alert who ever might me on the other side.

Careful Nate opened the door and we both walked inside. ‘’Sam?!’’ Nate yelled out, but no answer. A cough could be heard coming from within the smoke, belonging to Rafe. Raising my gun towards Rafe I watched him descend from the smoke. ‘’Hello Nate, Sweetheart, you are just like the brothers. They don’t die that easily either.’’ pulling back the safety of my gun, he made my blood boil with anger. ‘’Where is Sam.’’ I asked harshly, trying to stay focus on what was most important right now.

Walking completely into few I could see Rafe was wounded. He had a cut on his for head and was holding onto his side, limping as he walked. ‘’He is right there.’’ he nodded to his left, while keeping his gun raised at us.

Following his gaze I saw Sam, trapped underneath a wooden support beam. It must have dropped on him in the explosion. ‘’Sam!’’ I yelled hoping for a response. ‘’Don’t worry, he is still alive.’’ his words calmed me a little. I tried to get to Sam but Rafe didn’t like that idea so much. ‘’Not so fast, sweetheart.’’ His gun was now pointed directly on me.

Stopping in my tracts I turned to face Rafe. ‘’Take the treasure Rafe, I don’t care anymore. But let me save Sam.’’ We found the treasure, we proved ourself that we could find it and we know now it was real and not just a legend. But Sams life was more important to me then some stupid gold.

Shaking his head he scoffed at me. ‘’After everything he has done, how noble of you, but no.’’ The smoke started to fill up the room slowly. It got caught in the back of my throat, making me cough. ‘’If we stay here any longer we all die!’’ I spat at him trough my coughing. ‘’Is that what you want?’’ Nate asked him. ‘’That is not what I said. What do you think Nadine?’’ he asked smirking.

Nate and I both looked at each other before turning to the door. Nadine walked out with her gun raised. ‘’Be a dear and relieve Nate and y/n form their guns.’’ he order Nadine.

Not knowing what to do I kept my gun raised at Nadine, while Nate had his raised at Rafe. ‘’Hand them over.’’ she said sternly. ‘’You really think you can trust him?’’ I asked in disgust. ‘’Not your concern.’’ she tried not to show any emotions but something was lurking from beneath.

Slowly we started to circle each other. ‘’Now, why are you trying to instigate? Nadine and I are partners… I don’t screw over my partners.’’  Nate had given Nadine his gun, he wasn’t here to fight. He was here to save his brother. ‘’Get over there. You too sweetheart.’’ I followed Nate, gave Nadine my gun and stepped aside. ‘’You and your brother, though… Right from the start, you took advantage of my generosity. You tried to cut me out and it’s high time you learned--’’ he stopped mid sentence because Nadine had put her gun against the back of his head.

A look of betrayal was spread across his face. ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked rather annoyed. ‘’Now you give me your gun.’’ scoffingly he said. ‘’Nadine,’’ She pulled back the safety of her gun. ‘’I won’t ask again.’’ he let out a sigh and handed over his gun.

Nudging Nate in his side I nodded towards Rafe and Nadine, hoping he would get the hint. If he could distract them I could check up on Sam. I tried to move away but Nadine’s yelling stopped me in my tracts. ‘’Look at them!’’ pointing towards two skeletal remains. ‘’Looks like two skeletons to me, so what?’’ looking at the two I immediately knew who they were.

‘’I don’t know much about history as the three of you, but I got a pretty good idea of who these to are.’’ Nadine took a step on the first step of the small stairs. ‘’Well, enlighten us.’’ Mocked Rafe. ‘’Avery and Tew, they killed each other.’’ I spoke up before any one els. ‘’Good for them, what does it have to do with us.’’ Rafe clearly missed the point of this all. ‘’Every one obsessed with the treasure gets what they deserve.’’ She turned around and walked to the entrance of the room.

Panic filled the room. ‘’What, you are just going to leave us to die?’’ Nate asked, knowing she was about to walk out on us. ‘’Im just leaving. Whether you die or not, I don’t really care.’’ She walked out and closed the door behind her, leaving us trapped.

Rafe walked to the door and yelled after her. ‘’It’s no use, we need to find another way out.’’ I said while walked towards Sam with Nate. We needed to get him out of there. Fast. ‘’Just give us a hand and we all be getting out of here.’’ Nate added but Rafe made up his mind. He picked up a sword from the ground and slowly made his way toward us. ‘’Rafe, we don’t have time for your fencing classes.’’ Nate got up from his position on the ground to lead him away from Sam and me.

They danced around each other, Nate unarmed. I tried to cancel out there conversation while I tried to free Sam. But of course I didn’t had the strength to do so. I looked over to them and saw Nate on the ground, sword broken in two pieces next to him. Rafe towering over him ready to strike. ‘’If you want the treasure so bad, you can have it.’’ I spat trough gritted teeth and grab the dagger that was hidden in my right boot.

Anger was written all over Rafe’s face as he glared at me. ‘’All. Of. It.’’  I spoke emphasizing every word, before cutting the rope that held up on of the many nets filled with treasures. It came crashing down and landed on top of Rafe.

The next minutes all happened in a daze. Not believing what I just did. Smoke now filled the room and numerous fires threatened to burn us alive, still trapped with no way out. A second explosion snapped me back to reality. The room was now flooded with water, rising quickly. ‘’Help me with this beam!’’ Nate yelled as Sam was almost under water. I sprinted towards them and helped him lift the beam, making it able for Sam to swim out.  

The three of us made it out the cave alive. Elena was waiting for us on land and helped us get out of the water. Right away she signaled my father with a flare gun and soon after we were safely on board back to main land.

Looking for warmth and comfort against Sam, my head resting on his shoulder and his arm around mine. ‘’Please promise me something.’’ I asked Sam out of the blue. ‘’Hmm.’’ he hummed, letting me know he heard me. Looking down at my face while I looked up and lost myself for a second in his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly. ‘’You were going to say something, doll?’’ snapping back to reality. ‘’Uh yeah.’’ clearing my throat I dropped the question. ‘’Don’t ever die on me again, you hear me.’’ Sternly I looked at him, scared to loose him again, and this time for good.

A smile stretched a gross his face. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m never leaving you again.’’ He leaned down on me and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

There we were, reunited at last.

Masterlist 

[gather-ye-sinners]

Hii are requests really open?? (I know its a dumb question but i always get anxiety because im afraid i sent one at the wrong time). But like yeah, can i have headcanons for the bucci gang and what they would do with an s/o that suffers from hypocondria/nosophobia and is really scared of getting sick? Consider this a reference to the present coronavirus outbreak that has been giving me extreme anxiety :( ... also your blog is very cute and all your pieces are amazing keep it up 💖

Heck yeah, they’re open bb no worries! Thank you doll! I got your back for this one. Remember to wash/sanitize your hands gang. Cover your cough and if you feel sick and can, see a doctor just to be safe. I hope this brightens your day!

Bucci Gang x Hypochondriac/Nosophobic! S/O

Warnings: Discussion of Disease, Discussion of Fear, and Possibly Triggering Content.

Bruno Buccellati:

As a professional gang mom, he’s worried right along with you.

Mainly about Mista for obvious reasons.

He’s aware of all the panic buying going on and does his best to get the necessary items.

Soap, wipes, food, and medicine.

He does his best to try and calm your anxiety.

He’ll wash his hands with you and make up random songs.

His favorite so far is one he made up about fish that’s very catchy.

He might start humming it to calm you down.

He’ll help you clean whatever you ask and do any amount of laundry you acquire.

You might have to chastise him about zippering things away instead of cleaning them.

Who needs gloves if you can zip it and forgit it!

He personally thinks Giorno won’t let anything happen to the gang and suspects he has some sort of Golden Experience shenanigans going on.

Fugo did tell him about their fight with Illuso, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he did something like that.

He assures you you will be safe and well protected as his S/O.

He knows words aren’t much, but he’s taken to hugging you with Sticky Fingers.

He can’t be contaminated if he’s technically not real right?

Leone Abbacchio:

He’s mad cuz his Opera got postponed.

He had box seats with the best view in the house god damnit!

He’s personally not very worried.

“It’s just like a bad cold right?”

He loves you though so he’ll help you buy supplies.

He’s touched you care about his health too.

Tries to be supportive, he’s very worried about you.

In fact, even Moody Blues is worried.

You’re the only one to hear the gentle whirrs and whizzes of comfort Moody can make.

Really into the idea of hunkering down with you until it blows over.

His heart soars at the idea of doing domestic things with you.

Also, people are disgusting.

He tries to take your mind off of it by doing stuff with you.

He’s not usually the type to play entertainer, but for you, he’ll make an exception.

He’ll put on some classical music, dress in a nice suit complete with gloves and ask you to dance.

He’s one hell of a waltzer and likes to dance.

If you tell the gang though Corona will be the least of your worries.

Guido Mista:

This is the worst time to try to love this man.

Noah fence but he’s stinky.

The least concerned about it.

He’ll buck up and start being cleaner if he sees how shaken up you are.

The gang will thank you.

He’s got a holster for his gun now, and a full-length sweater.

You will have to coerce him into showering with you.

“Baaaabe! It’s no fun getting clean all by myself~”

The Sex Pistols start chastising Mista on your behalf.

It’s quite the show to watch a grown man be scolded by his six tiny sons.

Number 5 will tell Mista to use his tears to wash his hands if he has no water around.

 Doesn’t mind staying inside and helping you clean.

 Makes the Pistols help clean too.

They’ll be so happy if you make them their own little masks.

He’s not perfect with stuff like this but he tries.

Narancia Ghirga:

He won’t let on to it but he’s almost as concerned as you are.

He’s the type to listen to all news and accept it as fact.

He might not be much help.

He’ll help you stock up and hunker down in safety.

He can send Aerosmith for stuff if he needs to.

It’s just a little theft.

Not to rag on everyone’s fav orange boy but he’s an enabler.

He doesn’t mean to be, he’s just a bit naive.

Panic buys until Buccellati, or Abba tell him to knock it off.

He holds you tight to try and quell your anxieties, but being a bundle of nerves himself isn’t the best.

He can be oddly serious if you have a panic/anxiety attack though.

He gets you water and helps you in the best way he knows how.

Having fun of course!

If the gang decides to hunker down in the mansion together you can bet your ass he’ll be arranging games to pass the time.

His smash main is Pit.

His alt is Dark Pit.

If he decides to help you clean, your whole house will smell like orange disinfectant.

No negotiations.

Pannacotta Fugo:

If you thought his Purple Haze fear was bad hoo boy.

I’d go as far as to say he already has a stash of cleaning supplies.

He and Trish are cleaning buddies.

You two will be the most prepared.

Master of handwashing

May be attached to Buccellati’s Fish song.

As irrational as he feels it is to prepare for things like this, his stand’s existence, for once, puts his worry of judgment at ease.

He still refuses to let Purple Haze out though.

His favorite way to pass the time is curled around you reading.

If you ask nice he’ll read to you.

He does different voices for fiction works.

Will do everything in his power to help you calm down and get in a clear and functioning headspace.

Surprisingly good at meditating and mellowing out quietly if that’s what you like.

Really wants nothing more than to hunker down with you and hibernate it all out.

He has the comfiest room stocked full of books and board games.

Giorno Giovanna:

Really has no worry.

Golden Experience can take care of it just like it did with Purple Haze.

Has no real intention of doing this unless someone in the gang gets sick.

Reassures you of this every time you bring up your anxieties.

He’ll hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

His tactic is reassurance and comforting.

He’ll make you your favorite flowers and animals.

He’ll send cute little ladybugs that transform into loving notes.

He’s the Don now so anything you want you will have.

Hand sanitizer? Cool, he’ll send the newbies.

Face masks and gloves? They raided Cioccolata’s old place not that long ago and he had hella.

He’s very good at grounding techniques.

He just wants you to know you’re safe and protected.

Trish Una:

Oh lordy, this isn’t going to go well.

Trish being Mysophobic and you being Nosophobic usually play into each other well.

No germs, no diseases.

During an event like this though? Y’all are gonna be a mess.

She has a stockpile of Bed, Bath and Beyond and Bath and Body Works sanitizer.

She likes the glitter.

Your best bet will be to hunker down with her and wait it out.

Fugo and his S/O would hunker down with you if you need more company.

She likes to cuddle tight and watch whatever.

Enjoys baking and art type shows. They’re soothing.

Her guilty pleasure show is Say Yes to the Dress.

She might not be much help with your anxiety.

She’ll help you clean of course, but when it comes to your overwhelming thoughts they scare her too.

Luckily you have Bruno and the rest of the gang to help you out.

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Home - Part 16

It felt strange being back at the farm house after spending so much time at Bucky's but i felt safe here. It helped that i knew Jack was being dealt with by the police, Sam had said he was in the hospital with a police officer posted outside while they dealt with his injuries .... Bucky had really done a number on him.

The first thing i did when i got home was go up and run a bath, Bucky followed me up and accepted my invitation to join me. I was currently laid back against his chest as he held me close, my head resting on his shoulder as i closed my eyes.

"How you feeling?" He asked quietly as his fingers stroked across my stomach.

"Okay i guess" i answered with a shrug of my shoulder "could've been worse"

"You in any pain?"

"A little, my throat hurts the worst"

"Your the strongest woman i know you know that?"

"Im not" i scoffed "I'm just used to it..... Jacks hurt me plenty of times before Buck.....he never tried to strangle me before though"

"When i saw him..... i just saw red. If you and Sam hadn't stopped me he'd be dead"

"I know.... and i didn't want you to have to live with that. You need to be here for the girls. They need you.... I need you. Id never forgive myself if you ended up in jail for killing that son of a bitch"

"I'm not going anywhere i promise" he placed a kiss on my shoulder and tightened his hold on me.

"Everything seems better when I'm with you" i told him truthfully "don't leave me okay?" I turned to look at him.

"Never" he shook his head in all seriousness "I'm right here".

"I love you Buck" i closed the gap between us as i kissed him.

"I love you too baby" he replied breathlessly before smashing his mouth back to mine, mid kiss i somehow managed to turn around and straddle his lap causing water to slosh out of the tub.

"Oops" i smiled at him before we both started laughing, Bucky grabbed one of the towels from the side throwing it over the wet patch.

"Don't want you slipping when you get out doll"

"Your always looking after me" i smirked at him as i run my hands through his wet hair.

"Of course i am, gotta take care of my girl right?" he shrugged before pulling me in for another kiss. Reaching my hand into the water i took hold of his hard cock making him gasp at my touch. I lined him up with my entrance and slowly sunk down on him causing us both to moan in ecstasy. It was slow and passionate and just what we both needed, just to be close to each other and forget about the awful events that had taken place that day.

Waking up the next morning i was more achy, feeling my injuries more than i did last night. I walked into the bathroom and got a look at my bruised eye and split lip, bruises around my throat and a huge bruise on my ribs had appeared.... maybe where i fell into the table??

"Wonderful" i groaned shaking my head as i gently pressed the area around my eye and hissed.

"Ouch, that looks like it hurts doll" Bucky walked in and stood behind me gently wrapping his arms around me.

"Yeah a little, hurts worse today. I just wanna sleep" i leaned back against him closing my eyes.

"Is this a bad time to tell you Steve's on his way over with the girls then?"

"No" i chuckled "I've missed those girls like crazy"

"Yeah me too. But i did enjoy having you to myself for the night"

"That was nice" i hummed in agreement "i better get dressed and try and cover up some of this bruising. I don't wanna scare the girls"

"Okay baby, i'll wait down stairs. You just come down when your ready".

Half hour later i went downstairs and was engulfed by Steve's arms as soon as he saw me.

"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" he asked pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Crappy but i'll be okay. Buck's been taking good care of me".

"Y/N!!" I heard the excited voices of Brooke and Allie as they came running out the kitchen with Bucky behind them, he had Rosie in his arms who was trying to get down and come over to me with her sisters. I bent down and caught them in my arms giving them a squeeze.

"Oh my girls I've missed you" i said smiling, Rosie pushed her way in and latched her arms around my neck making me hiss a little but i welcomed the love these girls showed me so openly.

We moved to the sofa and cuddled up in one big heap, it didn't take long until Bucky and Steve joined us.

"You okay doll? You need me to take any of them?" Bucky offered looking at the girls, Rosie was laying on my chest and Brooke and Allie were each cuddled up to my side.

"No this is perfect" i smiled up at him as i stroked a hand over Rosies head.

"Okay you let me know if you need to rest or start to hurt too bad".

After spending a good amount of time snuggled up together i slipped out from under the sleeping girls and headed into the kitchen to start dinner. I switched on the radio for some background noise and began pulling out some pans to start the spaghetti and meatballs, it was easy and everyone liked that. When i looked up Brooke was standing in the doorway watching me, clearly she had something on her mind.

"Hey babe, you ok?" I asked her with a smile as i filled a large pan with water for the spaghetti.

"Did you get hurt?" She asked quietly.

I should have expected these kind of questions from Brooke, she was older and noticed things more than Allie or Rosie would but it still surprised me.

"Come sit here with me for a minute babe" i smiled at her holding my hand out to her, Brooke walked over and took my hand and i i lifted her up onto the kitchen counter so i could see her face to face.

"I did get hurt" i admitted nodding my head "but I'm fine i promise"

"What happened?"

"I fell over"

"Really?!!"

"Yep" i laughed shrugging my shoulders, i didn't want her finding out about Jack attacking me. I didn't want anything to scare her.

"Are we going to be staying here now?.... i hope so. I like this house better than ours"

"Maybe, i need to talk to your dad about it still"

"Okay" she smiled seeming happy with my answers, i went to help her down from the counter but she leant forward wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Im glad your okay" she said kissing my cheek "love you Y/N"

"Love you too sweetheart" i smiled at her before she went back into the living room.

The following day i ventured into town with Wanda and the girls, i couldn't just sit around the house feeling sorry for myself. If i did, it was like Jack had won and id be damned if i let him win.... plus i needed to get a replacement cell phone after mines got broken in my struggle with Jack. After picking up my new phone we headed to the soft play area for the girls to go run off some of that excess energy before heading home.

"Thanks for hanging out with us today Wanda" i smiled at her as i started up the new phone and started logging into various accounts "i needed to get out of the house and do normal stuff"

"Anytime hun, i couldn't believe it when Sam told me what happened. I wanted to come over sooner to see you but he told me to leave you be for a while incase you wasn't up for visitors. I was so happy when you invited me out with you guys today".

"Its nice to have a friend to hang out with" i smiled at her as my phone started vibrating with various messages and a voicemail.

"Let me just see who this is from" i said to Wanda dialling my voicemail, i looked over towards the girls making sure they were all okay while i waited for the pre recorded spiel to end and the message to kick in.

"Hello Ms Y/N this is Dr Forester, i was just calling for a follow up to your tests you had done recently. If you could call me back that would be great. Thank you"

"Huh thats strange" i muttered looking at the phone in confusion.

"Whats wrong?"

"That was the Dr who looked after me in the hospital. She wants me to call her regarding a follow up to the tests they run"

"Huh that is strange. Go call her back, i can watch the girls"

"You sure?"

"Yeah we're good".

I walked outside and sat on the bench out the front as i dialled Dr Forester. My leg was shaking nervously as it rang, i was just about to give up when the call connected.

"Dr Forester" a cheerful voice sang down the line.

"Oh, hi Dr Forester its Y/N Y/L/N, i had a message to call you?"

"Oh yes! Y/N! I was just calling to inform you some of your test results got back late and something interesting showed up...."

"Oh, okay...?" I replied waiting for her to continue.

"Y/N....It would appear your pregnant".

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You said that Jasper would do dirty work? What if that’s how he met his darling? They came to him because their s/o was cruel and terrible to them and they saw no other alternative but to make them go away. From that point on Jasper realizes that without being in their life protecting them, his babydoll has already been hurt. Well Jasper is a pretty fast learner, and won’t make the same mistake twice.

“I...im not sure where to start honestly” you say nervously, swiping your hair behind your ear as you wet your lips. Jasper sits back and watches your anxious expression, feeling drawn in by your sad, but brilliantly colored eyes.

“She-“ you sigh, fiddling with your thumbs a bit, cracking your knuckles out of a bad habit, a common way people try to calm themselves and stay focused. Cute. Jasper has met many people more fidgety than you, a hundred at least, but they were druggies.

Scum. Scandals. Scoundrels. All the ones that begin with S. Especially the word Shitty.

Jasper pulls out his lighter and flicks it as he listens to your stammer and try to act like you have it together. It was endearing sort of. You were so shy but so determined to get whomever you needed out of your way.

What’s a fragile thing like you doing here? You’re a little porcelain doll! “You’re acting like I’m gonna kill you” he quips, still letting his thumb flick the flint of his lighter as he sizes you up. “Ain’t nothing to be scared of. I’m here for you as long as you got the cash”.

You nod, softly apologizing before pilfering through your pockets to pull out a few bands of cash. You flip through each one before handing them over, looking around as if you felt an attacker was about to pounce.

Jasper takes the money, but something tells him to stay. To listen to the full story. There’s something so wrong about this situation that he feels a bit of guilt for not knowing all you’ve been through to get here.

After all, it’s not everyday a decent, kind person like you needs someone killed.

“What’s your story?” He asks while stepping closer, reaching a hand out but swiftly stopping himself before he did something stupid. It’s like there’s a stinging urge for him to pull you closer and console you, to tell you he can protect you and keep you safe.

To be your personal protector.

Maybe he can be? Along with Doc and the Bitch (Lee and Victoria) you’d be so...what’s the word? Accepted? Protected? Sheltered?

No, no it was something more like the L word. A word he almost never uses. You’d be so loved and worth every second of every day to be around. He’d keep an eye on you and take such great care of you. After all, you have all the things you need with them!

A Doctor, a body guard, and someone with enough money in their accounts that their credit card weighs a pound.

“Tell ya what...come with me and I’ll take you to a place you’re more comfortable. I already have your money, so if I was gonna hurt you I would’ve done it already” he reassures, though by the looks of it you’re still apprehensive.

He gestures you to follow him, and he begins walking towards the fast food side of town. Public, you’ll feel safer knowing he won’t try anything with witnesses. He knows his way around some people’s thinking, he ain’t gotten this far without learning some mannerisms and traits.

“We can have a meal can’t we? You can tell me your story and maybe I can share a few of mine. Just a curtosey date I guess? I feel bad with you showing up all jumpy”.

You smile a bit, still uneasy but clearly more willing than before. “That’s really sweet of you. It really is. I’ll pay for mine but yeah we can still uh...chat I guess”.

Oh Christ you’re adorable. Thinking you’re going to pay for food when you just handed over thousands of dollars? Not a chance. “You’re fucking nuts if you think imma let you spend more money. C’mon, let a handsome man buy you a meal?”.

You roll your eyes a bit, trying to remind yourself that this man IS about to kill your ex and their side bitch. But then again you’re no better as you paid him to do so. You figured what’s the harm?

“Never agreed to you being handsome” you quip, standing a bit closer while waiting to enter the burger joint. You nibble your lip in thought and shrug your shoulders “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get to know you. I guess you are about to do me a huge favor, it wouldn’t be so bad for me to know more about you”.

Jasper just chuckles and opens the door for you, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he clears his throat. “After you then, we have a lot to discover about each other”.

(Ok this was a bunch of bullshit with typos I’m sure ((please leave comments it helps me)) but I really really love this idea and I want to keyboard smash but the letters and symbols no longer convey my emotions as they used too ))

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In This Moment

BREAKING NEWS: USJ CENTER UNDER ATTACK

The headline flashed across your T.V screen.

 At first you passed by, spooning the cereal from your bowl into your mouth. Once the words registered you did a double take, your attention moving from the bowl in your hands to the screen.

“A student managed to escape, alerting the authorities and the school principal. Sources say that the center has been under siege for a few hours now-”

The camera pans across the entrance. There’s a loud commotion, and then something- its unclear as to what- flies through the roof of the building. At the same moment a few figures make their way from the entrance. The cameras zoom in on the black object hurtling through the sky- then back to the camerawoman. She’s rushing towards someone.

Your heart sinks the moment you recognize the bloodied up scarf. The ripped jumpsuit.

“PRESENT MIC! HOW ARE THINGS GOING IN THERE? IS ERASUREHEAD OKAY? MIDNIGHT CARE TO COMMENT?!”

In that moment you can’t hear a word being said. Your entire being is focused on one thing only.

Aizawa.

He looked bad. Blood pouring from his broken, limp body.

The porcelain bowl slips from your fingers, milk and cereal spilling out as it shatters on the hardwood floor.

You know where they’re taking him and you have to see him. 

You have to be by his side.

 He looks down at his bandaged arms, his body aching. Recovery girl had tried her hardest, and she’d been able to heal him rather quickly. 

Aizawa can’t help but feel guilty. He’d been unable to protect his students… he’d let them down.. Lead them right into a dangerous trap. Worst of all you’d be worried sick. He’d been barely conscious when Hizashi had dragged him out of the center, had heard the Cameramen chattering away frantically. No doubt you’d seen the news.

As if on cue the door to his hospital room slammed open, a soft sob sounding to his left. He turns, eye focusing on your red, tearstained face.

“Oh thank god.”

You fall to your knees before his bed, pulling him into a hug. He winces, but lets you hold onto him. Guilt weighs on him heavily.

You didn’t sign up for this. You were just a quirkless civilian… and his feelings for you had dragged you into such a scary, unstable world. You’d been so innocent and sweet… he wanted to hold onto you- protect you. He loved you more than anything…

And he put you in danger by doing just that. This wouldn’t end well…. He’d be hurt or you would. Heros couldn’t have quirkless lovers- it never worked out. The thought hurt worse than any of his broken bones or split muscles; Hurt worse than when that damned beast had smashed him into the concrete.

You’re babbling through your tears, holding him as close as you possibly can. Aizawa pushes you away gently.

“(Y/N)...”

You sniffle, wiping away the tears in your eyes. He was okay. He was really and truly okay.

“Oh Shota…. Recovery Girl told me you’ll be released tomorrow..”

You sniffle again, tears threatening to leak from your eyes. Another pang of guilt overcomes him.

“I-I’ll take you home and help you until you recover-”

“(Y/N), No…”

You smile and shake your head, the tears still flowing. He watches with disdain as you wipe your nose on the sleeve of your sweater.

“Dont be silly, you wont be able to bathe yourself properly and I can cook for you- I’ll make you a nice comfy spot on my bed and-”

“(Y/N)..”

“A-And im sure i can take a few days off from class i mean- it’s no big deal i-”

“ENOUGH.”

His tone is so harsh, It makes even him wince. Aizawa’s heart clenches when he see’s your face fall, that once radiant smile now a deep frown. It’s almost impossible for him to do- but he has to. Aizawa was serious about you….the way you were about him… and he refused to bring you into his life even farther- for you to one day become a widow because of his career of choice- or worse; to have you killed because of him.

“It’s over, (Y/N).”

You feel as if you’ve been punched square in the gut. Your chest tightens, and for a moment you dont quite register what has just happened. All of the memories- meeting him, your first kiss- the first night you’d spent together- they all suddenly hurt.

“Aizawa dont do this..”

He sighs heavily, looking down at his hands. He doesn’t want to. And damn if this wasn’t the hardest choice he’s had to make in a long time.

“We...were illogical from the start.”

You shake your head, reaching out to touch your lovers hand. He pulls it away, his eyes glaring at you with all the disgust he can muster. He had to make this seem real.

“You’re quirkless for godsake! I can’t worry about protecting you my entire life!”

That hurt. You stand, legs shaking. Aizawa knew how sensitive you were about your genetic makeup. He’d told you he liked it… that it was refreshing… But now… now he was throwing it in your face…

“Y..You don’t mean that…”

He snorts, biting his lip to keep himself from crying. This was harder than he’d thought. He truly loved you...which means this was the only way. The only way to keep you safe. Aizawa couldn’t afford for you to be brought into this.. He couldn’t ruin your promising life…

“I do. Get out. This is over.”

Your legs feel like jello, your body trembling as tears roll down your cheeks. The sorrow is so great that it physically hurts you. Your hero isn’t looking at you anymore. His head is turned towards the window, focused on something outside. You open your mouth, ready to argue.

“I SAID LEAVE.”

Your resolve crumbles, knuckles tightening on the bag you’d brought him. It had some snack foods and a few of his favorite drinks you’d gotten at the store on the way.  You force your body to move, legs carrying you out into the street.

You dont truly lose yourself until you’re home, body crumbling the moment you shut the door to your apartment.

     The rain outside had gotten harder since they’d left the bar. Dabi holds the umbrella over both he and his boss, his eye twitching in annoyance as the manchild beside him growls.

“Is that her?”

“No.”

“What about that one.”

“No. Stop asking.”

Tomura scratches at his neck, his anxiety and frustration pouring off him in waves. He couldn’t argue with All For One. He knew what this one was wanted for, and he was hopeful that it’d be a success. A strong humanoid-nomu could do the league good. AFO had picked out a good target- he was assured. However, he wasn’t quite sure just why Dabi had to come with him. Something about having more personable skills. As if. Tomura was a person. He had skills. He could clear this level and get you a power up no problem.

 Dabi jabs his side.

“There. Thats her.”

Tomura squints, taking in the downtrodden girl walking on the other side of the street. No umbrella- just a soaked hoodie. How meek.

“Alright lets go get her-”

He goes to move, but the cremation villian stops him before he can get very far.

“You moron we can’t just walk up to her in broad daylight and snatch her with people around. Lets follow her and corner her when there are no witnesses.”

 Dabi’s eyes rake over your form as they make their way down the sidewalk. Part of him- the more human part- is kind of worried about your well being. Your body language is that of someone who hasn’t slept- you’re hunched at the shoulders, head down. All For One had told Tomura this would be easy… but part of him wonders just why you’d be an easy target.

They watch as you walk, both of them waiting- and then it happens. You trip up on the sidewalk. Dabi lets the umbrella fall, his feet rushing forward. Tomura curses after him, the rain instantly soaking his periwinkle hair.

Your eyes are closed tight, tense against his arms, as if you’d given up any hope of saving yourself from the ground. 

When you open them you’re met with a stunning blue.

The man who’d caught you wasn’t exactly.. Normal. But a small part of you had been thankful.He grins and stands you upright, a hand running through his wet, long hair.

“Be careful there, Doll. Don’t wanna mess up that cute face of yours.”

You shrug, cheeks burning at the compliment. Dabi could tell by looking at you that your self confidence was non-existent. You didn’t look healthy in the slightest- skin pale and dark bags under your eyes. It’s almost frightening. Beside him Tomura stomps up, the umbrella in his hand- one pinkie out.

“God Damnit scarface. At least tell me before you run off like th-”

Red eyes widen when they land on you.

So this was who One For All had been talking about. You reminded him of the princess in his video game. She was cute. So i mean- He guesses you were too. O-Or whatever. 

“Couldn’t let a lady fall on her face in the rain now could I?”

He winks, making you flush even darker.

“I-Im sorry for causing you trouble I-”

The dark haired one grins slyly, an arm wrapping around your neck. It’s the first human contact you’d had in days and the body warmth is almost welcoming. You’d skipped out on classes and pretty much stayed in bed an entire week. This had been the first day you’d left, and the arcade hadn’t brightened your mood.

“Not at all, Doll. In fact-”

He turns to Tomura, grinning

“My buddy and I here were- OI. Tomura.”

Your brows arch when you see the blue haired boy fiddling with his PSP. It’s a newer one- dark blue with designs on the case. He looks up over the screen and see’s you eying it.

“Like what you see?”

You nod.

“I broke mine the other night…”

He hums and goes back to playing whatever it is he’s interested in. Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back to speak, only to be cut off by his coworker.

“You look like her.”

The Character on the screen is dressed in a beautiful yukata- her hair done up with elaborate jewels. How anyone could think you looked that good was beyond you, still, it was a nice gesture.

Dabi clears his throat and eyes Tomura as he stuffs the device into his hoodie pocket.

“AS i was saying. My friend and I were actually looking for you. Our boss would like to have a chat with you.”

Your brows furrow as you look between the two men.  The dark haired one snorts and shakes his head.

“Where are my manners. My Name is Dabi, this here is Tomura. We dont mean you any harm, and neither does our boss. He would just like to talk to you about your…. Quirkless situation.”

You should have been terrified that they’d known that about you, two complete strangers… however…

“What for.”

Tomura is the one to speak up.

“We want you to join us and be our ace. The work is shit and the people suck, but my boss wanted me to tell you- he can get you revenge. And he can make you strong.”

You step backward, but the man in front of you- Dabi- gets a tighter grip.

“It’s best you come with us willingly, Babydoll. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

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Break In

This imagine links with Protect the Light chapter 10 social media AU found here: ♥♥♥ 

Summary:   Y/N is home alone when she hears an intruder, her only hope is Yoongis friend Hoseok who may or may not be the leader of the gang the Red Knuckles.

Genre: Gang! Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (Yoongi is mentioned) Trigger Warnings: Mentions of violence.

FYI: i wanted to expand this chapter a bit so ya know what really happened (im bad at writing but enjoy) 1,406 Words Masterlist: ♥♥♥

The panic only really set in when Yoongi text you, telling you he wasn’t at home. But there’s someone in his room, you thought. There is someone in your house and you don’t know who it is. Your heart rate jumped, and you started to breathe heavy, like someone was stood on your chest. You moved across the bed, sliding off the side of the covers and onto the floor. Your bedroom door was slightly open, and you took the opportunity to look through the crack. Your heart was beating through your mouth as you looked towards Yoongis bedroom.  A shadow moved its way around his room, pulling his belongings from each cupboard before smashing them to the ground with an almighty crash. You gasped, quickly moving your hand to your mouth to stop yourself from shrieking and scuttling across the floor so your back was up against a wall.  “Don’t call the police.” Yoongis text rang through your head over and over. Why, why shouldn’t you, what had Yoongi got himself into that you couldn’t call the police on an intruder in your own house and why were you listening to him. Why did you care. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You scrambled to silence it before the intruder could hear you were home. You hoped he didn’t hear your slight squeal.  “Hoseoks on his way.” The text read. Great. Yoongi was sending his friend, who you knew nothing about, to protect you from a burglar. How pathetic. You wished you could be tough like them, like the girls you see them with. Leather jackets and no makeup. Not caring what the next person thinks about you, wanting an adventure whatever the risk. But that wasn’t you. You were someone who hid underneath the duvet covers and waited for someone to come save you. Who crumbled with fear at the sound of an intruder. You heard the front door slightly open as you had your ear to the wall, you let out a sigh of relief. The sound of heavy boots and the smell of smoke seeped into your bedroom. There was no time for you to be angry about Hoseok smoking inside your house. Hoseok creeped towards Yoongis room, you imagined him gripping a gun, no a knife. In between his veiny fingers that were dug deep into his blackest jeans. His face wearing a slight scowl of annoyance that you had got yourself into this mess and that he had to come save you. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Hoseoks voice echoed through the apartment and down your spine. It caught itself in your breath. The man in the room replied, but his voice was deep, muffled and incoherent. After a small heated conversation, you heard a CRASH and it pushed you to the back of your bed. You held onto your blanket with a tight clasp and stared straight at your door. Hoping Hoseok would come and make everything ok. That any minute now Jin or Jungkook would walk in telling you it was just them and none of this was really happening. The sound of fighting carried on for, well it felt like hours. Hoseoks fists being thrown in every direction. You closed your eyes tighter thinking that would make the sound go away. The sound of skin bruising and blood gushing. You then heard a manly shriek, your whole body tensed. It ended with a body being thrown to the floor “Don’t come back here” another crash and a yelp. The sound of a boy getting punched to the gut for the last time and regretting everything. “Did you hear ME?” Hoseok shouted with a deep intake of air. You tried to buck up the courage to see what was happening through the crack in the door but all you saw was Hoseoks hold on a man in all black, throwing him out the door with one last kick to the back.  You stood in shock for a while. Just staring at your wall. Thinking about going out to see if he was okay but being too scared to ask.  “You can come out now, Princess” Hoseok called, you presumed to you. You stepped out of your room. Obviously shaken. “Sorry you had to hear that” He said without emotion, stood at the sink, the water running cold as he splattered it on his face. He turned to look at you and it was the first time you had seen him properly. He was covered in blood. You couldn’t tell if it was his or the burglars.  “W-what happened?” you stuttered, walking towards him cautiously. The sound of your bare feet was the only noise between you and Hoseok. It was an awkward couple of seconds as he looked you up and down. Working out whether you were worth his time. He had a slight smile in his eyes when you looked back up to yours. I guess you answered his question. “He was just looking for something, I sorted it” He grimaced as he put a wet cloth to his bloody face. A bruise around his eyes already forming.  “Let me help you” you jumped towards him without a thought. Why this intrigued you, you had no idea. Why this mysterious boy in your living room, covered in blood interested you so much. He chuckled. “I’m fine” he let out. “You don’t look it.” You took the cloth from his hand. Becoming suddenly confident. You were trying to impress him in some strange way. He let you take it from him, he was amused. You dabbed the cuts and rinsed the cloth. Over and over. Probably more than needed, but you wanted to stay there and clean him up till he was perfect.  “I’ve got some cream in my room let me-“ “of course you have” He laughed, you knew he was mocking you but your infatuation with this boy kept you from being offended. You pulled your eyebrows together as if to say you didn’t understand.  “You’re just the type to have a medical box” He said. Turning away from you to pick up his jacket that must have been flung off in the fight. “by the looks of it, you should invest in one” You said with a slight smug look. He laughed, he liked it and he took a liking to you. That made you feel full. Like in a strange way you achieved something. This dark mysterious boy you had no reason to be involved with was looking deep into your eyes and searching for something. and you were doing the same thing. Both a little lost and bored and needing something new.

Hoseok made his way towards the door without a sound, as if he was just going to leave into the night and never see you again. 

“Its dark” You blurted out, “You should stay” You were speaking without thinking. You wanted him to stay but didn’t know how. Hoseok sniggered, you couldn’t see his smile but felt it. “I think I’ll be just fine baby, I can look after myself.”  It felt like slow motion as he walked toward the door. The weight of his footsteps, the sound of his jacket moving on his clothes, his touch on the door handle. It was like you only had a few seconds to convince him not to leave you.    “Who are you?” It was a desperate attempt to create conversation. His grip loosened on the door and he turned to face you. A pretty girl in her pyjamas asking a beaten and bruised gang member “who they were” was nothing Hoseok had come across. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed you clinging to his every word like it was the last piece of cake a party. Like he was your only way out of your mundane life.   “I’m-“  “I know you’re a Red Knuckle” You interrupted, as soon as you said it you cursed at yourself, you promised you wouldn’t get involved. You told Jin that you would stay out of their business. But here you were. Wanting to know the ins and outs of everything. “You wouldn’t want to know who I am” His pink lips up turned in the corner. “Or what I do” You took a deep breath before walking towards him. He knew you feared him, it was obvious, but you were pretending like this wasn't all an act. You were that bad-ass girl like the ones he hangs around the streets with.   “But what if I do” you said in a whisper. He stepped toward you. The tension in the air was indescribable. What were you doing. Flirting with a Red Knuckle like it was nothing new. Like you weren’t just hiding under your covers wanting everything to stop. Hoseok touched your face slightly, you shivered at the cold touch of the back of his fingers. “You’re too pretty to know.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, it was like he was playing with a doll. So delicate and pure, no one like you had even given him the time of day before now. He ran his long, blood stained fingers across your cheek. He smirked as you stared at him. Infatuated. “I’ll see you around princess” You didn’t even see him leave, he was gone in an instant. And you were left alone again. You longed for him to come back and protect you, to make you feel safe. You longed for Hoseoks touch.

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Accepting Him Part 2

Fandom: The Boy Character: Brahms Relationship: Brahms/reader Request: Can you write a second Brahms one from the boy. Soemthing like he scares the reader by accident and she leaves but comes back to him straight away. Part one: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/150780019854/accepting-him As the rain tapped on the window, you woke up, taking in the peaceful sound of the pitter patter. Your mind raced back to the night before, what had happened. Brahms was real, he had saved you from your father and kept you safe all night. He had been protecting you the whole time you were here while you protected the doll. Then there was that kiss. It had been so deep, so passionate that you almost believed it wasn’t real. Sitting up, you glanced over your shoulder as dread filled your body. Brahms wasnt beside you. Pushing the covers back, you quickly checked around the room with no success so you went into the hall way. “Brahms?” You called out, the fear obvious in your voice as you listened for a response. But nothing came. You checked everywhere. His room, the play rooms, the music room, the living room and with disappointing results. You called his name at the top of your voice as you started to run from room to room. He had to be real, you weren’t crazy. Last night wasn’t a dream, it couldn’t be. Then you remembered your father so you ran to the pool room. But when you got there, your heart broke. There was no sign of anything in the room. No body, no smashed doll, no blood. Except the mirror Brahms had come out of was now replaced with a hanging portrait of Brahms grand parents. Stumbling back, you started to hyperventilate. It couldn’t be all in your head, it just couldn’t be. You knew the way your heart had beat against your chest when you saw him was real. The feeling of his lips on yours was real. The pain when your father had cut your cheek was real. Jumping, you ran to one of the mirrors in the house and glared at your reflection. You had a long, red cut down your cheek. It was clean and you could see it was starting to heal but it was real. A knock at the door made you jump out of your skin and run for the door. Could it be him? But as you opened the door, you were disappointed to see it was Malcom with your delivery. “What happened to your cheek?” He asked, pushing past you with the box and making his way to the kitchen. “I fell.” You said through gritted teeth. You didn’t need him here right now. Besides, you had more than enough food for yourself and Brahms, if he was real. You followed him into the kitchen, taking the time to think things over. You couldn’t go to the police about anything because they would put you in an insane asylum. And even if they did find that your father was dead, you wouldn’t sell out Brahms so you would be charged with murder. And what about when his parents came back? You were interrupted by Malcom slamming the fridge shut, a little harder than you thought necessary. “So, wheres the doll?” He asked, making a spectacle of himself looking around so you crossed your arms. “Hes… resting.” You settled on, unable to think of anything else to say. “Ah, I got you. ‘Resting’. While he resting, why don’t you and me go out sometime?” Malcom said, attempting to sound seductive but more moronic than anything else. “No.” You replied flatly, turning on your heel and walking out of the kitchen, hoping he would leave. “Why not?” A hand pulled on your jumper which you had forgotten was from yesterday but didn’t care. “Because Im not instrested.” You tried to keep your voice calm but it was hard. You were dealing with a lot and this guy wasn’t helping. “Come on, give me a chance.” He darted in front of you hand gripped both your upper arms. “Listen and listen good. I am not interested in you. I don’t want you as a love, a friend or an acquittance. Nothing, nil, zilch. Now if you would please leave before I call the police.” You hissed, pulling yourself from his grip. He stumbled back. “fine.” He spat and left, slamming the door behind him. Once he was gone, you locked the door and pressed your head against the wood. “Where are you Brahms.” You whispered to yourself. Eventually, you pulled yourself together and decided that if he was around, he would want you to follow the rules. You had tried to go about your day normally but without the doll, it was hard. Soon you gave up and began wondering the house. You ended up back in the pool room when something caught your eye. Under one of the chairs was a piece of prosocline. It was white with a piece of what used to be lip on it. You picked it up, twirling the piece in your hands. if you knew where all the other bits were, you would try and glue them back together to pleae Brahms. that was when it clicked. you held the piece firmly in one hand and walked over to the portrait. You gently pushed it up and it fell forward, off the wall. You placed the picture down on the ground and smiled widely. There, in the wall, was the hole. The hole that he had come out of last night. As you climbed through, you felt like Alice when she was following the white rabbit down the rabbit hole. The tunnels were a little dark but you could just make out the way by the light that shone through the floor and wall boards. You walked around inside the walls for a while, unable to get your baring’s until you found a door. You silently pushed it open and peered inside. It led to a dark room you had never seen before. There was no natural light inside and you could see a makeshift bed in the corner and a side table. On that table, you could see a couple of pieces of your jewellery and one of your dresses. There was also a photo of you. It was one you had brought with you of you and a friend but your friends face had been ripped off. Pushing the door open further, you saw someone hunched over a desk. Instantly, you knew it was Brahms by his cardigan. To his right, was a half built doll. The doll Brahms. You could see he had rebuilt nearly all the body and was now onto the face but he couldn’t seem to find the part he was looking for. Stepping inside, you walked up behind him silently. Instantly, you knew the piece in your hand was matching the missing piece. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t been around. He was rebuilding the doll. “What about this piece?” You asked, your voice making Brahms jump and turn to you, his body language screaming defence. But when his eyes fell on you, holding out the piece, he relaxed slightly. He was now wearing his mask again but you remembered how handsome he was. Almost curiously, he reached out and took the piece out of your hand and retreated back to the doll, his back to you. “Why did you leave?” You asked, stepping closer to him. You saw him flinch at the question but didn’t answer. “Do you want me to leave?” You asked, your voice shaking. You knew there was two away to take your questions. Either to leave the room or the house. You didn’t know what you meant yourself. Brahms shoot up and turned on your heel to stare at you with wide eyes. He shook his head violently, his curls bouncing against his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the urgency of his answer. “Then I’ll stay.” You giggled, seeing the way Brahms whole body relaxed at you answer. Brahms walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you but paused. You instantly knew it was because he was unsure if he had done wrong. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close so he didn’t doubt himself. You rested your head against his chest, hearing how hard his heart was beating against his chest. “Why would you think I didn’t want you?” Brahms spoke with an air of fear. You had been possessing over the way he had said your name the day before that hearing his voice soothed you. “I woke up alone and I couldn’t find you. You didn’t reply when I called you. I thought I was going crazy.” You trailed off as you felt him pull away and you looked at the ground. “Sorry.” He muttered leaning down and gently bumping the forehead of the mask against yours. You smiled, looking up at him. Reaching up, you gently took the mask off his face and he allowed you. You couldn’t help but smile at him. “You wanna go grab something to eat? And I’ll help you finish later?” You asked, nodding to the half built doll. Brahms nodded. You were about to turn around but he pressed his lips to yours in a quick and chase kiss. But when he pulled away, you were quick to move forward and return a more passionate kiss. You had spent most of the day thinking you were insane and then have him here and that one kiss was all it took to convince you that your sanity was intact. But when you pulled away, you couldn’t fight the growing questions in your mind. “Brahms, what do we do now?” You asked, forgetting he couldn’t read your mind and see all the questions. He tilted his head to the side and frowned. “I thought you said you were hungry?” He replied, nodding to where you had entered, his curls bouncing a little. “No, I mean now. Now I know you’re here.” You ran your hand over his chest a little just to make sure. “And what about when your parents get back?” As you spoke, you saw him flinch slightly. “They- they aren’t coming back.” He mumbled, pulling away from you and walking away. You stumbled a little since you had been leaning on him slightly. “What do you mean?” You called after him, a little confused now. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he picked up a piece of paper off the side of a table and held it out to you. You walked forward and took it gently out of his hand and started to read. You recognised it as his mothers handwriting. The letter said about how much they loved him but they couldn’t live with the guilt and with him. You couldn’t believe your eyes or read the final sentences. They had committed suicide. You looked up and saw Brahms was staring at your intensely. “Bahms, im so sorry.” You lowered the letter, keeping it in your right hand. “Its okay. Because now I have you. And you’ll never leave.” He stepped forward but you stepped back. Instantly, Brahms froze. It was so much to take in, you almost felt like you were going to pass out. After everything last night and now this, it was too much. You needed some space, some fresh air. “You’ll never leave, right?” Brahms suddenly growled, making you jump and stare up at him with fear in your eyes. “You’re happy?” It wasn’t so much a statement but a question. “Brahms, i-“ But before you could being to explain anything, he turned away from you and walked away from you to a table in the corner. You could see he was breathing hard and he seemed to hunch over himself and he was shaking after if he was struggling to control himself. “Leave.” He growled, his voice low and sharp. You jumped a little, unable to control the growing feeling you were in danger. “Brahms-“ You walked forward and reached out a hand to him, but he whipped around to face you, his hands sending the table flying to smash against the walls as it shattered. you let out a scream and covered your face with your hands, convinced he would hurt you like your father used to. But nothing came. You peaked through your fingers to see he was staring down at you, his face contorted in pain. “Leave.” He mumbled, stepping back from you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. turning on your heels, you ran. Down all the twisty bends in the wall and out into the main house. You didn’t grab any of your things but kept running out the door into the garden when you slowed down to a walk so you could catch your breath. You noticed you still had the letter in your hand and noticed there was some on the back you hadn’t seen before. You turned the paper over and started to read. “Take care of her. Protect her like you wanted to all those years ago. Be kind to her, remember how much shes been through, like you have. I know how much you love her and you have to show her that. Never be cruel to her or make her want to leave. If shes happy, she will stay with you.” As you read the short paragraph, you felt your legs buckle in as you fell to the ground which was luckily grass. He loved you? You couldn’t imagine brahms having much experience in any sort of romantic thing. His parents were always so reserved and you couldn’t imagine his mum sitting down and telling him to treat a girl. Especially if they thought he would never have anyone who would stay. He just wanted to protect you. You looked up to the old house. You were about half way between the the house and the entrance gates. he was letting you leave? He wasn’t chasing after you or threating you. He had asked if you were happy. And he could tell you were getting more and more scared of him as seconds passed. So he told you to leave. He knew your father was now gone so your father wouldn’t track you to the ends of the earth. He knew your father couldn’t hurt you. And if you left, neither could he. And yet as you looked up at the house, you couldn’t leave. You wondered how many people he had killed before you. And yet the thought didn’t horrify you. It didn’t push you away or make you think of him in a worse way. It drew you to him. Pushing yourself up off the ground, you walked back to the house. You entered through the kitchen door and heard the piano playing. The eerie music echoed through the house. It was a beautifully sad melody. You walked silently to the music room, opening the door ever so slightly to see Brahms sitting at the piano, his fingers bouncing off the keys as he played the melody. His back wasn’t completely to you but he couldn’t see you in his peripheral vision. For a moment, you sat and listened to him, enjoying the soft music till it started to slow down. You watched as Brahms hands started to shake and he stopped playing. His hands left the keys to come up and cover his face. You heard him begin to sob into his hands like a broken man. He thought he was alone. He thought no one wanted to be here with him. You walked into the room and silently sat beside him on the higher notes side. Placing your fingers on the keys, you began to play a melody Mrs Heelshire had taught you and Brahms where you were children. She taught you the higher notes and him the lower notes. She would sit in the chair in the corner and listen to the two of you play. You wondered if he would remember. As you started to play, you felt Brahms jumped and turn to you. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at you liked you were a ghost, but you kept playing. You felt his eyes on your as he reached out and gently touched your arm. You glanced at him and smiled. He quickly caught on to the song and placed his fingers on the keys, waited a moment before joining in. For a few minutes, the two of you sat there playing the piano without a care in the world. You couldn’t stop smiling as you finished off the song and turned to him. “You came back?” He asked, turning his body to you. You could still see the disbelief in his eyes. “Does that mean you’ll stay?” He asked, a slight ting of fear in his voice. “Yes.” You answered, nodding your head to confirm. You were embraced in long arms as he pulled to close. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. pulling back, he ducked his head down to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t like before. It was desperate, passionate, filled with unspoken words as he held you. “Im sorry for scaring you earlier.” He mumbled as he pulled only millimetre away from your lips, as though he couldn’t go any further. “Its okay. But don’t do it again.” You said in a serious voice. Brahms nodded. You pulled away from him to get to your feet and walk to the door. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Brahms was staring after you, a small smile on his scared lips. “you coming?” You asked, holding out your hand to him. He was by your side in a minute, taking your hand as you guided him into the kitchen. As the two of you made lunch, your let your thoughts wonder. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to be with him. It felt so natural and easy, even just talking to him. You knew he would kill anyone who threatened you and he would protect you with his life. He adored you as you did him. But he had made it clear you could leave if you ever wanted to. Which you didn’t. For the first time in your life, you were accepted.