4th times a charm, am I right? okie so i need a Uvo x reader but the reader literally tries to challenge everyone and anyone don’t matter who the fuck it is. but Uvo has to like stop them because shit will be fucked. but the reader has a lovely weapon... a meter stick ( told you i would do it) and i don’t mean the flimsy meter stick i want the thick metal one because i want that shit to hurt when someone gets hit. so Uvo tries to stop the reader but he gets smacked by that shit
Okay J 🤣 I included your steel pole in there 🤣 hope you likey~
Uvo trailed behind you hurriedly, his hands reaching for you though you were too quick for him to catch. He'd come close a few times yet you were always just out of his reach.
Uvogin himself was rather barbaric, though he didn't kill just anyone for absolutely no reason. You, however, were the opposite. At first he found the rowdy quirk cute, what with you running around everywhere and shouting profanities at anyone and anything. Though with time, you slowly began to prove too much for him to handle. Something he never thought would happen. Uvo had no idea what the man had done to deserve such treatment from you, but he couldn’t exactly imagine a good reason for your outrage.
“Y/N!” he called out to you as you whipped around the corner, following close behind the poor man. You were directly on his heels, ready to pounce with the meter long pole in your hands.
“Come here you little fucker!” you slammed the pole down onto the mans shoulder, causing him to collapse in defeat. He toppled over and turned onto his back to look up at you.
“Please! I didn’t mean it, I swear!” his hand made to cover his face to block the pole. His apology wasn’t even taken into consideration as you plunged the steel directly through his chest. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, blood spilling down his neck and chest. A sick grin broke into your features, splitting your mouth delightedly. The man weakly wrapped his hands around the pole, a begging look once more thrown your way. You tilted your head and twisted, grinding through his body. His screams were like music to your ears. You hadn’t killed someone in ages.
Uvo arrived too late, the man already struggling for dear life underneath you. By the time Uvogin had managed to pull you off, he was already dead.
“What the hell y/n?” he asked, throwing you over his shoulder and glancing around the alleyway. The man’s screaming had been loud. Too loud. Uvogin knew he could protect you if anyone came around and called the police. The issue would be if you would even let him try.
“He deserved it, what did you expect when he was staring at me all side-eyed?” you piped up, bringing the metal pole with you on his shoulder. Uvogin rolled his eyes.
“That was it? You killed someone because he looked at you funny? I could have just said something you know.” Uvo wasn’t necessarily mad at you, though he wasn't too proud either. There were other ways you could have killed the man without bringing so much attention to yourself. He knew you probably just hadn’t thought of them. After all, like Uvo himself sometimes, the consequences didn’t concern you.
You flailed around against Uvogin’s body. He had to admit, your strength was surprising at times. When your fists made contact with his biceps and his chest, it actually kind of hurt. Though this only made Uvo more annoyed.
He switched your body up so he could hold down your arms and your legs against him. Your legs were thrown into the air for all to see your ass (which he wasn’t too happy about), but at least he wasn’t being kicked anymore. Stares were given due to the 8 foot man calmly strolling through the streets with a girl twice as small tangled in his grasp. You still hadn’t dropped that stupid pole. Your fingers were probably etched into the damned thing from holding it so tight, which told him there was no convincing you to let it go.
Uvo kept walking until he came out of the city into a more isolated town. Your struggle hadn’t weakened in the slightest as Uvo approached a large house near the end of the street. It was guarded by low-hanging leaves and branches of trees and was hidden behind the corner. Uvogin took you inside, letting you loose so he could take out anyone who was already occupying the space. A young woman that looked about in her mid-twenties popped out around the corner. Her eyes grew wide and she dropped her plate of food, though before she could scream, he already had her head within his hand, squeezing quickly to silence her.
A small scoff sounded from behind him.
“I could have gotten that!” you flung the meter long pole over your shoulder, a ‘hmph!’ resonating from your throat as you turned your nose in the air with your hand on your hip. Uvogin rolled his eyes at you.
“I’m sure you could have sweetheart, now just give me the-“ he was cut off by a harsh smack with the steel pole. You giggled mischievously. Uvogin glared at you.
“What the fuck was that for?” he made to grab you again, but missed as you jumped back out of his reach. You shrugged.
“For taking my kill~” you turned around, dropping the pole in the living room to wash yourself of the blood dripping from your legs. Uvogin let you go, refraining from following after you.
