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  • The Crybaby: Old Version by Itsreylagirlarts
    Itsreylagirlarts
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    -Male yandere bully victim reader x Male bully- Ever since they were little, (y/n) always made Atticus cry. Even as they got older, the torment never ended and more tears were spilled. The arrival of a new student threatens to end all of his pain and suffering, finally setting Atticus free from (y/n)'s bullying. However, Atticus isn't interested in being saved from (y/n). Quite the opposite, for Atticus was willing to do anything it took to stay (y/n)'s victim. Unfortunately for the new student, their good intentions led to a wave of violence, blood, bodies and more importantly love. Sometimes it's better to be a bystander than to intervene and play hero.
  • I'm Going Crazy For You... Or Is It Because Of You? by ThatAroAceWeeb
    ThatAroAceWeeb
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    Shigaraki x Reader Shigaraki kidnapped Female!Y/N. It started off sweet, but he got abusive. After he hit Y/N he would always apologize, making her feel loved for once in her life. When the heroes 'saved' her, she ran back to Shigaraki the second she was alone. If you haven't, please read my A/N story! By the way, Y/N is a year younger than Class 1A, so she's 6 years younger than Shigaraki.
  • Falling Grace,   Feitan Portor X  Female Reader by UmbraShadow22
    UmbraShadow22
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    "They say Meteor City is a city of outcasts, a junkyard for the forgotten. They were right. In that world of filth, the only thing that mattered was survival-and I survived because I had Feitan by my side. We were a pair of sharpened blades until the day he vanished without a word. I thought the silence meant he was dead. I used that silence to claw my way out of the trash heaps and build a new life as an elite assassin, far from the smell of rot. But you can't bury the past in a junkyard. Ten years later, he appeared like a nightmare from a previous life. He isn't the boy I knew; he is colder, unrecognizable, and twice as deadly. Feitan doesn't look at me with the eyes of the child who shared my bread; he looks at me like a prized interrogation subject. He has spent a decade in the dark becoming the world's most dangerous criminal, and he's decided he's tired of being alone. He isn't asking me to come back. He is reclaiming what belongs to him, and he won't stop until I'm drowning in the same hell that created him."