BBS x Reader

Theif! Daithi x Reader.

Daithi's POV
I whistle a harmless tune. Looking around the streets. Covered in puddles and rain. Beautiful. I look at a wooden Telephone pole, to see a WANTED sign. With a handsome devil on it. Oh Wait. Its me. (I decided to have a large Ego For Daithi.)
I tear the poster down and toss it in the nearest trashcan. I continue walking on the useless path. Which shall take me on a journey. One of which is unpredictable. Police sirens blare. Loudly. Making poor civilians deaf. I suddenly notice their Faces. The ones who for some reason Always encounter me. During a robbery. They always have to ruin the mood. What's The Term For People like that? Assholes. That's What It Is. My eyes widen as I run into a large apartment Building. I have a Buddy, who I'm sure is fine if I stay for a night. Hmm, Buddy seems to be more fitting for a male. Ill just say Friend. I shut the doors of the large building, and keep a eye out for apartment number 174.
164, 166, 168, 170, 172, 174!
I rush into the apartment without wasting time. I look around to see nobody home. Until I feel the tip of a Knife at my throat. I'm held back by two small arms which I would easily be mistaken for twigs. "Its Me. David. Roomie for a day?" I chuckle. The knife gets removed from my throat, and I'm able to breath freely. "Well, You ruined my Netflix experience." Y/n says as she walks over to the couch and covers herself in blankets. "Mind if I join You?" I ask. She nods. I look at the TV screen. The clover field paradox.. Okay. Not a movie I would Watch. So, Instead  of watching a boring movie, why not strike up a conversation! "So, Don't want to join the stealing gig with me? You're stealthy, quiet, Perfect for my partner in crime!" I smile warmly at her. She shakes her head. Wow, she was always known as a Picky Bitch. Shouldn't be surprised. "I know You're Thinking I'm A Picky Bitch. But I'm Not A Bad Person. That's All." Y/n says, Keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen. I roll my eyes in annoyance. I should've remembered. She can easily read people's thoughts for some reason. One other reason she would be a great partner in crime. Y/n shuffles in her seat. Obviously struggling to get into a comfortable position. It continues until the point I get so frustrated from the sound of leather and pull Y/n into me and cover her in her fluffy blanket. I Continue to watch the Movie. Until all of the sudden I Hear a <>loud .BANG! BANG! The sound of fists pounding harshly at the door. The first thought that popped into my head was "Shoot!  Cops!" I Run into Y/n's Room, which I memorized at this moment and silently shut the door. I Try my best to listen to the conversation. "Y/n! Dude! Have you heard about the Criminal Mastermind Dude! He's In Our Town. Sick right!" An obnoxious voice exclaims. I Feel like puking, Why would Y/n Want to be friends with this sicko? "Yeah. Not Really. I Was planning on just watching a movie with locked doors and windows until you came here." Y/n says in a Happy tone. Fake, Happy tone. Who is this douche? "Hey, Baby. Why don't we.. Instead of being quiet. Make it loud. Loud for the neighbors to hear our moans.." Suddenly I Hear a Loud Bang on the wall. I Feel it too.. Who does this guy think he is!? "Umm. Maybe some other time?" Y/n Says. With a hint of fear in her voice. A Loud Bang comes from the wall once again. I Hear A Whisper. I Clench my fist's in rage.  "No.. Will.. Please!" Y/n Cries. I Hold my rage together. "Too Bad. Kitten." The Guy Says Before I Hear Y/n Getting Picked up. Crying.  I Push the door open. The Guy Looks at Me In The Eyes. He Smiles. And Kisses Y/n's Neck. Y/n Squirms and continues to cry.  Until Y/n Kicks The Boy Right On The Sweet Spot. The Guy Drops Y/n In Pain. Y/n Gets up on her feet and runs behind me. I Walk to the Guy. I Pick him up. He Looks at me From surprise. I Struggle on deciding my next choice.  But Before I Can. Y/n Swoops From Behind Me And Slaps The shit out of that guy until he falls unconscious  from all the pain. "Dang. Savage Much?" I Chuckle. "Fuck Off." She bluntly replies as she looks through the cabinets. I Just look at her Tear stained face. Like a doll.  Just, I forgot what they're called. Glistened dolls? I Have no clue. But She's Still Pretty. "Thanks David. Flirtatious Much?" Y/n Says as she finally picks up a bottle with some sort of liquid in it. I Roll my eyes. I Forgot that she can read minds. Great. She walks to the guy and crawls down opening the bottle. I Look at her in confusion. I Sit right next to her. Putting my arm over her shoulder. She pours a small amount of the liquid in the guys mouth. Than gets up and continues watching the movie like nothing ever happened. "C'mon. Lets not talk about it." She says as she looks at me. Waiting for me to sit next to her. "That was your boyfriend?" I Ask. Ignoring what Y/n Said. "Yeah. Not even Drunk. Not a single speck of alcohol.  What a Cunt." Y/n said as she started to tear up. I Hug Y/n and Have her Cry Into My Chest. I Whisper Sweet Nothings in Her ear and kiss her head gently. What a cutie. If only She Liked Me. "I Do." She whispers quietly. I Freeze. I Need to remember her dumb ass superpower more often. I Hold her hand tightly and continue the movie. Y/n scoots over closer to me and lays on my chest. Like a baby. God. I Love her. "I Love you too. You can stay over. For as long as you want. Just don't steal anything." Y/n Says as she kisses my nose and continues watching the movie. all of the sudden I Hear a loud Yawn. 

"Who the fuck is you?" Says the Douche.