Various Females X Male Reader Oneshots

Potential Idea: Chainsaw Man

I've got no strings to hold me down.

At the age of six (Y/n) came to figure out that the world was unfair. He supposed all children should learn that lesson, some never do. But once you do, the lesson sticks with you forever.

Some people lose their jobs, their things, their opportunities. They're cheated out of their time, money, effort, and relationships.

But for (Y/n), he learned that someone could get cheated out of their love.

To feel like the world was but a minute consequence, because you were invincible. It was a strange thing, a mother's love was scary. It made him feel invincible, it made him forget everything that made him feel like the world was this unfair place.

To make me fret, to make me frown.

When he was 10 years old did he first notice the footsteps, he'd think that someone would be playing a prank on him. (Y/n) would sigh and move on with his day.

Then the whispers.

They'd wake him at night, then more footsteps outside the door to his bedroom.

I had strings, but now I'm free.

They kept going, on and on. Everyday for the next year and a half, he'd learned to live with it. He even turned it into a game, if he heard the footsteps then he'd tap against the wall in the same rhythm he'd heard them, if he heard a whisper then he'd whisper back.

He wouldn't let it bother him.

There are no strings on me.

At school, at home, and even in public. The footsteps and whispers were there. It was just a part of his daily life. He'd learned to ignore it, but he supposed it sucked that other people didn't seem to be dealing with whatever it was he was dealing with.

Hi-ho the me-ri-o.

That's the only way to go.

(Y/n) smiled, he was 11 now. His parents had always told him that as he got older his body would change, and some people started early.

I want the world to know.

Then the news played one day. An anniversary of sorts, commemorating the lives lost when the Gun Devil had first appeared. (Y/n) grew curious and found and read anything he could get his hands on about the incident.

Nothing ever worries me.

He was afraid. The more he learned the more he feared his situation, then the footsteps and whispers became louder. The minor annoyance was now trying to get in his face.

I've got no strings.

The footsteps were suddenly loud thumps that rattled his door. He could hear the hinges break and creak.

So I have fun.

He wanted to cry.

But (Y/n) carried on, he went on with his daily life. A future model citizen that wanted nothing more than to live.

Then school came, and he acted out. The voices getting louder, it made it impossible to listen. He grew alone, but his parents were there. They were always there for him, but he'd snapped.

He didn't even remember what they'd said to him, all he remembered was that he didn't like it.

I'm not tied up to anyone.

(Y/n) could only blink as he took in the scene before him. His bloodied hands, and the torn up living room. He didn't remember getting up, all he could remember was that he was crying.