Anything x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Love Can Start Bloody (Kevin x NB!reader)

Holy shit, I never thought I'd be back doing this.
But hey!!! Welcome back, I've returned for you SIMPS
anyway I love Kevin he deserves everything 🤤🤤
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You don't know how you ended up here.

Walking home from work a mere few minutes ago, you heard what sounded like low groaning. Being honest with yourself, you couldn't figure out whether to be aroused or concerned. And, somehow, you managed to feel both at the same time.

Investigating further, you found him.

The middle-aged man with the dorky candy shop uniform on.

You would've taken the time to stare at him if it weren't for the deep gash on his calf, spilling blood down onto the concrete he lay himself upon. He tried to stand up whenever he saw you, being absolutely terrified, but fell right back down on his ass again, making you giggle.

You took it upon yourself to use your sleeve to stop his bleeding, making him cringe and tell you that he didn't need any help. You told him it was bullshit, your words, not mine, and proceeded to lay on his leg, using yourself as a human bandage.

So, now you're here, laying on this poor man's leg because you were too lazy to get up and go buy bandage wrap from the nearby gas station.

"So, you come around here often?" You pathetically attempt to start a conversation, despising the uncomfortable silent treatment he was giving you. He has terrible social skills, you take mental note of that.

"Uh. . ." He hesitates, looking off to the side. You notice his ears turning a bright red. "I dunno, I work here. So, I guess so."

He talks with such monotony that it nearly irritates you, but you keep in your thoughts that he's probably scared. Some random person found him bleeding and was stubborn enough to use themselves as a human bandage; you would probably be a little on edge if somebody did that to you.

"Did you get attacked, or something?" You ask, immediately following up with an apology if the question was rude.

"No, no, it's fine," He almost cuts you off, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "A, uh. . . Doll. Attacked me. With a piece of candy."

Apparently, he saw the look of confusion that spread across your face, so he continues.

"I know, that's what I thought." He sighed, relaxing his shoulders at last. Looks like he's getting comfortable, you notice. "I don't know if it was, like. . . Possessed. Or, remote control killer doll. Maybe somebody wants to kill me with a killer robot doll."

You giggle at his remark, and notice his pupils dilate at the euphonious sound. You've been forcing him to make eye contact this entire time.

"What's your name, again?" You ask him, smiling.

"Oh, uh, Kevin." He responds flatly, trying his best to be polite.

"I'm [Y/N], I'm from out of town." You shake his hand while laying on his entire lower half, making him give you an odd stare.

"I work at this shitty candy store." He gestures to the building he's leaning on. You look up, noticing the pastel colored sign above the glass door entrance. So it WAS a candy store.

"Fun," You respond, making yourself comfortable and borderline laying in his lap. "I just moved here not long ago, maybe I could become your coworker and make your life less miserable."

"I will get on my knees and beg you." He gives you a serious stare.

"Damn, alright. Didn't know it was that bad." You trace patterns on his pants with your pointer finger, only slightly entertained.

"Everything about it is bad," He sighs, irritatedly. "I always end up almost dying, or getting arrested, or something else that's completely out of proportion."

"Well, maybe I can be your human body shield." You propose, making him cringe.

"But I don't want you to get hurt." He states, before his face flushes bright red. "NnnNOt that I care, or anything- haha."

You smile at his small stammer, feeling your own ears starting to burn.

"You don't sound like a man that doesn't care." You cockily bite back, making him roll his eyes.

"You're never gonna let me live that down, huh?" He sighs tiredly, but gives you a small smile nonetheless.

"Nope, never. For as long as you know me." You lace a bit of malice in your voice, just to scare him. The shocked look that erupts on his face is priceless.

"Well, I'm sure I'll remember you for a while." He runs a hand through his black hair. "I've never met anybody else by them using themselves as my personal human bandage."

"Good, first impressions matter a lot to me." You joke, making him smile a little more. You praise yourself for doing so, he has a cute smile.

"My impression is that you're kinda weird, but a good weird. A weird I like." He seems to immediately loosen up; you don't know how you flipped that switch, but you did, and you're grateful for it.

"Oh, you like me?" You grin, making his face flush that adorable red color.

"I take it back. You act like a fourth grader." He huffs, but it's clearly lighthearted.

"And you act like a depressed middle-aged dude." You retaliate.

"Because I am one. Please don't imply that you are a fourth grader." He gives you a really cute, awkward smile. "I deal with them enough. Those stupid assholes keep stealing candy from my store."

"Right, you seem like the kinda guy who would be scared to talk to fourth graders." You give him that shit eating grin of yours, making him scoff.

"I do not." He rolls his eyes. "But fourth graders are scary."

"Only you'd say that, Kevin." The use of his name made him tense up, but you don't understand why.

"Can't call me weird when you're using my legs as a futon." He raises his eyebrows at you, crossing his arms.

"True, but I never said weird. You're just. . . One of a kind."

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Again, I didn't think I'd ever update this book again. But, hi, I'm here now lmao
I just couldn't leave y'all hanging, the urge to write for you guys is unbelievably strong
Anyway, I hope you liked this half assed chapter lmao
-Katz ❤️
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