Protective!Yandere!Tolkien
Clyde rocked back and forth, choking out sobs, louder and louder every time. The memories came back.
It all started with Craig and him getting into an argument.
"Why did you think I did?! You're a fucking crybaby, asshole!" Craig had talked crap about Clyde, and ended up starting a rumor.
"Me?! The asshole?! You're the one who started the rumor, douche!" Clyde angrily yelled, infuriated.
"Well atleast my mom isnt dead!" Craig's look could freeze flames.
Everyone around them had a a blank stare. The brunette just froze.
The blood.
The screaming.
The guilt.
"I.. I need a minute." Clyde walked outside of the building.
"Clyde! Clyde wait!" Tolkien Black, Clyde's boyfriend, had chased after him, but was too late. He already left.
Clyde bursted into his home. Thankfully, his father wasn't there. The teen ran upstairs to his room, slammed onto his bed, and sobbed.
While he was wallowing in his feelings, a notification popped up on his phone.
Tolkien: Clyde? Are you okay? I saw everything.
Clyde: im fine
Tolkien: No, you're not. You were crying.
Clyde: I promise
Tolkien: I'm coming over.
Clyde: ok
Clyde felt a little relieved that Tolkien was coming. It didn't hide the fact that he was re-traumatized, but the thought of his presence made him feel more comfortable.
Finally, a knock was heard.
Clyde choked out a "Come in." He heard the doorknob twist, then walking upstairs.
The taller boy ran to Clyde, and cradled him in the tightest embrace.
"It's not your fault sweetheart. It's not your fault." Tolkien whispered.
"B-but everyone tells me it is!! My whole family hates me!" Clyde gasped between sobs.
"Shhhh.." Tolkien continued to cradle Clyde in his arms like a child.
That fucking asshole. Tolkien thought. He was pretty chill, but if it came to Clyde's physical or mental safety, he was an whole different person.
"I d-dont understand why he had to *hic* bring her up!" Clyde cried, clinging onto the taller boy.
Tolkien was fucking infuriated. Craig was gonna pay for hurting his Clyde, and he would make sure of it.
The two boys cuddled each other for the rest of the night.
The next day, Tolkien came up to Trent Boyett, then whispered something.
"Craig Tucker just called you a weak fag, then started imitating you by beating up the air." Tolkien grinned as his malicious plan was in action.
"No fucking way. NO FUCKING WAY." Trent starting sprinting down the hall. Tolkien giggled at revenge. All he could hear from then were Craigs screams and cries.
"Serves you right."
