#geto angst
getou and a bet that changes him
“really, her?” getou questions, as his eyes land on you. you’re not his type, not at all. in fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t even seen you around campus. but hey, if he’s getting paid for taking you out, then what’s the problem? is it so bad to earn some cash?
“’m not going to lose,” he mumbles, when you straight out reject his offer of being friends. how could you say no to him? he was one of the most popular guys on campus with the second highest grade in class and perhaps the best football skills this town had ever seen. getou shoves that ‘no’ somewhere in his bruised ego and tries again.
“hopefully she’ll agree this time,” he wishes, as he sees you tutoring kids in your free time. he’s met with your annoyed expression and something about how you can’t teach with ‘his bastard face around’. getou tells you, “i’ll leave you alone, only if you be friends with me.” you agree only so you can focus on the task at hand. point for him regardless.
“what’s your favorite color?” getou asks. he’s walking you home, praying the entire friend to lovers! trope works out. he’ll ask you out once he gets to know you better.
“seriously, you haven’t ever seen inception?” getou asks. how could you not have seen one of his favorite movies? now he’s dragging you to his TV to watch it. He’s spending too much time with you.
“why are you so reserved?” getou voices the thought in his mind. he’s gotten to know you better, yes. but this time he’s actually curious. you reply with, “i don’t want anyone to have the power to hurt me,” getou feels guilty so he changes the topic.
“it’s just a shitty bet,” getou convinces himself as he watches you dance to the music of your favorite band with your friends. how your face is illuminated by the disco lights, as your hips sway. you look adorable.
“just a bet,” he grits his teeth as he as he worries about you getting sick from staying in the rain for too long. he even brings you soup and scolds you for not taking enough care of yourself. “are you a child?” he mutters as he dries your hair.
“a bet,” he reminds himself as he lays in bed, wondering what you’re doing. he can recite everything you’ve ever said to him. he can paint the way your face looks, your laughter echoing in the walls of his head. why is he missing you so much? why does he want to spend every minute of every day with you?
“maybe it’s not–” the realization hits him with the force of an avalanche, as his lips collide with yours, the world becoming nonsensical. how could he do this to you? how could he betray you like this? you’re the best person he’s ever met, the one he started imagining his future with. and now he can’t seem to think straight.
“it was never a fucking bet,” getou hisses, pure venom dripping from his mouth as his fist collides with the bastard that bet him to take you out in the first place. you had found out about his plans, running away with tears in your eyes and getou can’t ever forget the look on your face.
“i’m sorry,” getou whispers. his eyes are red, his face swollen. you have no reason to forgive him but when you take him into your arms, getou can’t help but sob. he’s been so unfair. so blind to what others felt that he ended up hurting them. and that’s the day getou changed forever.
Summary: Sometimes happiness means Geto Suguru’s Happiness
Characters: Geto x reader
cw: angst, reader is crazy in love with geto, mention of death, minor manga spoiler
A/n: uhm, help me with the title pls?
“I trust him more than I trust myself.” At long last, you said it. The truth you have been holding that feels like ages. You always wanted to proclaim it, shove it to everyone’s face, and scrape it on your skin but what’s stopping you? Fear? Abandonment? Condemnation? Maybe, but now you won’t have to feel that. Not when you are ready to give up everything for him, ready to throw everyone else for him. For the scraps of his love and for the declaration on yours.
“Do you realize how crazy you sound right now y/n? he’s a goddamn serial killer wake up!” You said nothing but silence, unwary of the rage and disgust that your friend is offering you right now. Unhinged and stupid enough to understand the words she utter is reality. Unable to think properly whether the love of your life is a serial killer or a dejected son of God. It is a fact that he is a ticking bomb, a heartless mass murderer that killed hundreds-no thousands of people. He’s willing to kill everyone, even killed his own parents for his twisted morals. He signifies death, stinks of misfortune, and bleeds ruination but that didn’t matter because it didn’t scare you. He didn’t scare you, not a bit because you saw him differently. You saw him more than his violence, you saw him beyond his transgressions. They never saw him the way you saw him so they didn’t realize that those dull melancholy eyes were suffocating in pity. Those loneliest nights were his mind was destroying him doing the unthinkable and that of he’s just yearning for someone’s touch, someone’s warmth, and someone’s affection. Someone to tell him that he’s not alone and it will be okay. Those guilty hands and thorn heart that shouted truce where he wanted to stop but he couldn’t. How can you be truly scared of him when you saw him stripped naked with wounds covering his whole body, soul shattered to pieces, and mind covered in a vast darkness. He wanted to be saved but couldn’t. He just wanted to be free. Free of pain and free of terror and so he did.
“Your right, Maybe I am crazy, cuz I fucking love him no matter what you say and no matter what I do.”
“He’s just using you, you know that after he gets what he wants he’ll kill you. He’ll do it without a second thought.”
Your mind began to wonder at the thought of him, Geto Suguru, your master, the love of your life. You saw him at his lowest that facades his glory and you know what he feels inside. He wanted the truth. Freedom of fear, abandonment and death. He wants to be strong and to do that you’ll have to die. God, would you really deny him? Deny his will and candor? Can you say no to his glistening black eyes that cry out peace and unadulterated joy as he witnesses your dying body on the cold ground chasing the last second of your life with an imprint of his genuine buoyancy as he walks towards his eternal truth leaving you behind?
Your heart throbbed, soul faltering, just the slip of his genuine joy makes you weak and restless. If that gives him his freedom, his true happiness, and fulfillment then you’ll do it. You’ll do it in a heartbeat.
“I know and I’ll die on that day with a smile on my face because the person I love the most had at last reached his heaven thus, I did.”
